Yeah, no argument there, and Rosa was more than eager to help with that, especially since of course her shirt decided that was a good time to get a little tangled in her necklace and her hair to make the progress slightly more difficult than it should have been. But at least the squirm that the effort had produced would be enjoyable.

Shirt cleared, on the floor, and Rosa's hands were cradling Seivarden's face with a kiss that seemed to make up for the lost time, before traveling again down her chest, down her torso, until they found the waistband of her pants. And though the tug there was reminiscent of the one she'd given her shirt, she was also going to use it to pull them away from the wall, backing up a little deeper into the room, because, they had this whole room, might as well use it, there was a bed there, or a table, or a desk, so many more options...