Rouge was suddenly very aware of how chilly it was. Not horrible by any means, but enough to make her aware of how erect her nipples were. It didn't help that she was almost painfully aroused at that moment. She wasn't sure why that made her so uneasy. Was it because of how honest her body was being? There was nothing she could say to escape the situation and save face if she wanted to. ..Not as she would typically want to. She was beginning to understand how at ease she felt with him and how good it would feel if she'd just stop expecting awkward things to happen, to just trust him to do what felt right, and trust herself to do what felt right for the right reasons, too. So, since she was finally getting used to having her guard down, she started acting on her own impulses.

As he removed her top, she walked her fingers up his chest and slowly worked her way down his shirt, releasing each button as she went. Looking upon his bare chest, she hadn't realized how much muscle he'd put on since she'd found him again after all those months apart. It just made him even more attractive to her. While she leaned up to kiss him again, she pushed his (almost non-existent) sleeves down his burly arms, helping to remove his shirt. She was longing to feel him against her again, but one step at a time...