He lowers his head, warm breath and lips soft on her skin, those gorgeous eyelashes tease-soft. Blue sighs and rolls back to allow him more access to her, a little bold, a little nervous; slides her hand into his hair.

Having chosen a dress that at core is a slip doesn't help, every movement a brush of satin, too thin to hide her body's reaction. His breath is warm through it and she would beg for his mouth just a hair lower. What's a kiss? What counts?

"What?" she whispers back, unsure of herself but smiling.