[ He leans into her kiss, now feeling a little constricted in his jacket and wanting to feel more of her skin beneath his hands. Most days the party garments are fine, a symbol of status and ranking within the Volary, but right now they are too tight, the stitches like bars of a cage.
He guides her backwards, still kissing her, until they find a particularly convenient pillar to lean against, shrouded in enough shadow to keep them both hidden from view of casual passersby. His mouth doesn't leave hers until his hands find places along her sides to roam, trailing kisses along her jaw and down her neck, to find the part in the folds of the thin flowing fabric of her skirt and run a hand up the length of her thigh. ]
this about to get nsfw;
He guides her backwards, still kissing her, until they find a particularly convenient pillar to lean against, shrouded in enough shadow to keep them both hidden from view of casual passersby. His mouth doesn't leave hers until his hands find places along her sides to roam, trailing kisses along her jaw and down her neck, to find the part in the folds of the thin flowing fabric of her skirt and run a hand up the length of her thigh. ]