The sheets were cool against her back, but Trafalgar was not.
He hovered above her for a moment, just looking, the way he sometimes did when he thought she wasn't paying attention. Aubrelle reached up and loosened his tie with both hands, pulling it free and letting it fall somewhere off the side of the bed. He watched her do it without stopping her.
"Your jacket," she said quietly.
He shrugged it off without a word.
She sat up just enough to help him with the buttons of his shirt, starting from the collar down, her fingers unhurried. Trafalgar's hand moved to the thin strap at her shoulder, tracing it once before sliding it down. She let him. The fabric of her dress followed the path of his fingers without resistance, and he pressed a kiss to her shoulder where the strap had been, then to the curve of her neck, then to the corner of her jaw.
Aubrelle exhaled softly.
"You're still thinking," she murmured against his temple.
"I'm always thinking."
"Stop."
