"It is." She grazed her fingers down his back, crinkling his shirt as she did so and felt him press his chest into hers. He turned and pressed her into the sofa, leaning his weight down on one side of her which allowed him to move one hand freely up the skin of her stomach and chest which was now fully exposed to him – except for her bra - as he had just managed to pop open the last button. The air was chill on her flesh, but Draco kept it warm with his strong hand as it caressed up and down her sternum and paused between the valley of her breasts. He kept peppering kisses along her jawline and a few times she felt his tongue trace a path down her collarbone. She was having a hard time breathing when he rested his palm on the low of her abdomen just above the waist of her skirt. Before she even had the time to nod or say anything to make him move further, he had removed his hand again, only to place it on her knee. Still, with his face buried in the crook of her neck, or rather tracing a path down her collarbone she felt his fingers pitter-patter up along her thigh.