As proven before on the beach, Liliana had no qualms about climbing into his lap, only this time she chose not to straddle him. Instead she sat on his lap, back pressed against his chest, hand gliding up into his hair again to as her mouth angled over her shoulder slightly to seek his. And if her hips undulated slightly in his lap, well, clearly she was just making sure she was comfortable on her new seat.

But this position did make it easy for his hands to explore her new costume. Her boots were her favorite pair, supple leather that reached above her knees with a crisscross pattern of lacing in the front. Beneath those were silk stockings that extended higher to mid-thigh, held in place by a garter belt, one of which had a cunning little knife sheathe worked into it, currently empty. The garter spanned several inches of otherwise bare flesh before his fingers met the hem of a negligee, whisper-soft and thin as a dream, made of gossamer so fine he could likely pull the whole thing through a bracelet if he had a mind to, all of it nearly as soft as her hair, spilling down over his shoulder now as she continued kissing him.