"I think we're beginning to draw a little...too much..." Michael couldn't finish the thought, not with Dawn's increasingly needy hips begging him to continue. Instead, his hands simply gripped at her hips tightly, his rolling in to hers as he pulled her to the very edge of the stool, her weight supported against him far more than it was by the stool. While he could barely wait, somewhere in the back of his mind that could still form a though, he doubted he'd have to very long, not when it was his brother's first time being seduced the way he was. It was only a matter of time before he'd feel the right to invade their privacy, especially when he still wanted a good look at Stephanie himself.<br/><br/>Travis looked a bit nervous at the thought. The man rarely left the safety of his armor, even to sleep. Allowing her to unfasten the straps, let alone remove it, made him feel strangely... vulnerable. And truth be told, alluring as she was, Travis has no doubts in his mind Stephanie could be a<em>very</em>dangerous woman when she wanted to be. The idea was... as enticing as it was off-putting, and it was hard to decide which won over the other.  "Right..." he finally answered after a hard swallow, pulling the heavy plate up over his head as though it were no heavier than linen, toned muscles easily showing through what little garb he wore under the armor to protect from chafing. Without further encouragement, he didn't seem to have any plans to remove that, quite yet.