[Almost purrs into her throat, really. And he's shifting his weight and hers to swap their positions being mindful of the glasses. A pity. The grass stains probably isn't what she thought of when she asked for a green dress.]
[Not in the slightest, but she certainly isn't thinking of that right now. She squeaks slightly at the shift but keeps working on his shirt, maybe making a muffled sound of approval when he kisses a particular spot.]
[He repeats the action on the same spot once. Twice. Even a third time while he lets his hands caress down her sides. He moves to kiss lower down her throat.]
[When her rather familiar necklace catches his eye. And there is a glint of something in his eyes. Something very different than was there a moment before.]
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