They both know she doesn't need to have her dress off for this, so she focuses on stripping him down first. It's his skin she's been wanting to touch all this time, anyway, and as he sheds each layer she is greedily trying to get the next layer off.

She struggles with one of the buttons on his trousers and muffles a frustrated sound against his mouth. "Hang on-" Breaking the kiss and then, coy as anything, dropping to her knees to sort out those damned buttons.