If you want to get lucky open your eyes.

She was more familiar with getting someone else, getting him out of his robes, now, having done so before. There might be far more layers than she’d prefer, at times, but it was an enjoyable process, getting him out of them.

Hands drifting slowly up his chest to push his cloak off his shoulders, she closed what little distance remained between them and began pressing slow, gentle kisses up his neck.