<br/>He broke the kiss, looking down at her hands, and smiled, amused by her fumblings. “It’s like this,” he said, taking her hands in his, he guided them along his straps, showing her the clasps, guiding her fingers to the necessary flaps and hooks, directing them in popping loose the moorings that held on his armor and blades. Soon his armor and weapons hit the ground. He unstrapped his quarter-cap from his jaw and threw it down as well, shaking his hair loose as he did. Now, due to her excited fingers, his top was gone, and his tanned, muscular frame was hers to survey. It was cut generously, the lines of his musculature standing out within a lean, compact, mostly hairless frame. Moonsilver tattoos rose like crisscrossed needles up his sides and whorled over his chest, meeting at points on his sternum. Now bare, she could see how the tattoos climbed up over his back, the sides of his neck, the sides of his face. They were doubtless further down his hips and legs, but those she could not see yet. Now that she had partially disrobed him, he slid his hands back around her wrists and gently pulled her arms around his back, urging her to wrap herself around him as he leaned in, lips parting for another kiss, yellow eyes glowing like lamps in the darkening day.<br/>