He reached up, smirking again, and grasped the side of her thigh, leaving a wet splotch on her dress.
"At-ta-ta-ta..." she winced and pushed his hand away. "You'll get my clothes wet."
"Then take it off."
It was her turn to scoff. "So that was the plan, was it?"
He didn't smile, and she wasn't sure what to make of his serious expression. She shrugged and kept him in the corner of her eye. He watched her as she pulled away and untied her belt... only to refold her skirt at the waist to lift the hem to mid-thigh.
She noted that his face was still strangely impassive. "It seems to me it would have been easier to just take it off." He rumbled.
"And let you get away with that? Hardly." She soften her rebuke by slipping in closer. She leaned against the back of his shoulder, bending one le
