Draco captured her lips with his, effectively silencing her as he gently ran his hand along the bottom of the shirt. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue against her lips and, when she opened for him, into her mouth. As their tongues danced, sliding over each other, as their breathing sped, he continued to run his hands along the bottom of the shirt. He kept his movements slow, steady, unhurried, until he felt her relax. He broke their kiss then, pulling up on her shirt until her arms came up, allowing him to slide it off her. She was bare beneath it, and he watched her fight the obvious urge to cover herself. Lips back on hers, he pressed forward until she was lying back against the pillows again. Threading one hand through her hair, he shifted his weight to that side, allowing him to lean back, just slightly, to look down at her. She watched him, eyes wary, as his eyes traveled down her face, over her neck, pausing on the lovely rise and curve of her breasts, the ridges of her ribs, the slope of her stomach and back up. His free hand traced her side, from just outside her breast to her hip, feather light.