Her eyes glitter briefly before she dips her head and laughs, just a breathless little thing that cuts across the contours of his chest.

She's tired. She's no longer shaking on the outside, but on the inside she's still wound tight as a drum. Just standing here with him feels good, his hands on her body and their heat mingling. She rests her forehead against his breast, hands sliding around his middle until they're grasping his backside.

"I'm not gonna need my gown tonight either, am I?"