"Oh I know," Yvette assured him, a coy smile on her lips as she turned her head just slightly as Elijah moved to sit behind her. "I just like hearing you say it." A gentle sigh left her lips at the feeling of the barest of kisses to the side of her neck, and she inclined her head to give him better access. One by one, the white fastenings popped open, and Yvette slowly dragged red scribbles of hair over her shoulder to eliminate some of the hassle. When her dress was opened to her waist, only the barest minimum of skin showing where the back of her muslin chemise dipping down just far enough to give the prince a choice view of her back.<br/><br/>If she hadn't practiced over and over, Yvette feared she would have been lost at the idea of removing her overly complex wedding gown. But with confidence and grace, she floated to her feet and one by one she rid herself of heels, bustle, and bodice. When she felt the fabric of the dress give slack, she slowly spun around to look on her husband as she let the fabric pool around her feet. Her chemise still flowed over her, cinching at her wrists and waist to hug her form. She stepped out of the pool of fabric, bending over to pick her dress up and hold it at arm's length in front of her to regard its beauty.<br/><br/>"This truly is an exquisite dress. I'd always dreamed of how I would look in my wedding gown. When I was a girl, I thought I would want to stay in it all night." Yvette smiled, first at her wedding dress and then at her husband. "And yet where would the fun be in that?" She laid her dress carefully over the back of a chair, holding out her hand as she took the few steps to where Elijah sat.