The back of her knees hit the bed post, then the rest of her body follows. Her back thuds against the mattress, knocking the breath from her lungs. Fenrir straddles her. More kisses. Little apologies all over her skin. He rips the blouse from her body, desperate to access every inch of her. She wiggles slightly, letting the wool skirt ride up to expose her thigh. In the same movement she bucks upward. He lets out a growl, pushing down the lace brassiere before deftly unhooking it and tossing it aside. She gives him a curious look, the now-ruined blouse still covering her arms.