here we go ig...

[ Trahearne divests himself of his leaves, baring himself and reminding her of when they'd first met, how immediately captivated she had been by his appearance. Slowly, her hand trails from his shoulders and to that scar on his chest, feeling that urge to ask about it once more, but instead trusting that in time, he'll tell her. Maybe.

It doesn't change the fact that she feels warmth blooming all over her at the sight of him. And already, she's so eager to feel him against her bare skin... To that end, she takes one of his hands and guides it to a ribbon on her blouse, urging him to take hold of that ribbon and pull on it to bare the fullness of her breasts to him. ]