That last shred of fabric fell away from her chest and she trembled, breath whispering out of her. The passing of his fingers over her skin worked a brief shiver from her, though she did her best to stay the course. Her hands found his laces, worked him free, even as she felt him doing the same for her.

Neria's forehead remained against his as long as possible, basking in his warmth, in the smile Kell gave her as he tugged at her trousers. She wanted to kiss his mouth again, feel that smile with her lips... She barely withheld from the temptation, but her gaze strayed overlong, fixed there. With some reluctance, she parted from him only enough to tilt herself back, letting him drag her leggings down as far as he wished.

"All off?" she asked quietly, her hands pushing his own trousers down over the tops of his hips. Her hands remained there a moment, thumbs stroking over soft skin. "Or...?"