When Miranda was left in little more than her stockings and a chemise upon her smooth flesh, Claude felt as if he could explode right then. The moonlight behind her shone through that thin cloth, outlining her body beautifully for his viewing pleasure. Though just as she was making sure to strip away all his clothing, he wanted to see more of her.<br/><br/>She'd managed to bare him down to the waist, his hands gently moved her's away so that he could lift away that undergarment, taking in a view of her entire bare body. The stockings still clung to her legs, but otherwise he had a glorious view of her nude form. He swallowed at the vision, speaking no words; he simply took hold of both of Miranda's hands, kissed upon the back of her knuckles, then moved them so that she could remove his breeches in her own time.