Rikku stilled. Okay. Decision time. Not that the last moment wasn't a decision time, when his hand first crept under here, and not that there wouldn't be one again in a few seconds the next move he made, but still. That was the point, wasn't it?

Clasp. Clasp? Deep breath, and her fingers guided his button back through its hole and then slid down to the next button, and there was just a little more of his skin showing, if she were to look - which she couldn't, her eyes were closed and her lips teasing and her tongue tangling with his - and that meant the next button and that meant a little more. Clasp. Very. She eased into the kiss again, deeper.

Clasp.