With the clasp undone, it would be all too easy for her to let the dress fall, nothing more to hold it up than the arms she loosely encircles over her own waist, but she turns back to him first, even as the black fabric starts to ease away from her shoulders, slipping down her arms until she can gradually ease one out and then the other. It glides down and away from her skin as she slides those arms around his neck again, palms smoothing across bare chest and rounding over uncovered shoulders, catching on her hips for only a second before she shifts and pivots to ease it down without the use of her hands, and then it's just a matter of stepping out of the silk that pools around her ankles, one bare foot at a time. Somehow, she's gone to a single article of clothing in a matter of seconds, but she's not focused on that now, on the potential self-consciousness about being so suddenly exposed, her nose nudging up underneath his jaw as she presses open-mouthed kisses to the side of his neck and down over his chest.