"Hermione.." He mumbled as the final button came loose, freeing his chest to the open air. She marvelled at his pale skin, pulled taut over the muscles in his abdomen. A few scars littered the pristine surface but for the most part, he was perfection, like a statue carved from marble. Goosebumps appeared where her roaming hands had just been, moving over his beautiful skin with a mind of their own, the string edging her to go further. He groaned so quietly it was barely audible when her palm landed on the buckle of his belt, a muscle in his jaw clenched as he swallowed and his head fell back on the couch, hands hovered just over hers, ready to stop her if he thought she was going too fast.