She lets him get her back inside but honestly, she has no intention of changing again. She'd checked, the thing isn't something she could see through, it stops just above her knees so it's not too short. There's nothing inappropriate about it when she's covered up more than she had been when he'd put ointment on her back, so this is a discomfort he's just going to have to fight through.
"This is fine, Tommy. Really."
If he's paying attention, he'll see she's laid her clothes out over a chair to dry. There's her shirt and her pants, but there's also also a pair of white cotton panties on the seat, spread out to dry. There's no bra, but there's also no bra straps peaking out from under the slip. She's not trying to make this difficult for him, just interested in being in something comfortable and dry, and all those dresses looked and felt far too heavy. She can deal with a little bit of cold, she'll warm up soon enough.
"At least," he starts, and then sees her underwear and turns back around, closing the door to the bedroom to fumble the silk bathrobe off the hook that's attached to the back of it. He knows why she doesn't think it's a big deal, he knows that she never learned that underwear is something private. But they've only kissed, and he doesn't want her to feel like he's going to take this further than she's comfortable with.
Why, he isn't sure. They haven't talked about it, and likely won't for a bit.
"At least wear this," he says, walking over to her and holding out the robe.
She is thinking of kissing him again, having his hands on her again, but it's all something she'd incredibly comfortable thinking about. Tommy isn't, though, and she frowns at him when she takes the robe from him but she puts it on anyway.
She doesn't tie it closed, though. He's going to have to compromise.
"Women in my time," he starts, trying to explain without making her uncomfortable. "They're very modest. I don't see a lot of knees, let alone something that's practically underwear. Eh? That's all."
"It's probably worth the risk," she decides, and she reaches up to slip both arms around his neck and lean up against him again while she kisses him, soft and careful for a moment before she slants her lips against his just so and parts her lips for him.
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"This is fine, Tommy. Really."
If he's paying attention, he'll see she's laid her clothes out over a chair to dry. There's her shirt and her pants, but there's also also a pair of white cotton panties on the seat, spread out to dry. There's no bra, but there's also no bra straps peaking out from under the slip. She's not trying to make this difficult for him, just interested in being in something comfortable and dry, and all those dresses looked and felt far too heavy. She can deal with a little bit of cold, she'll warm up soon enough.
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Why, he isn't sure. They haven't talked about it, and likely won't for a bit.
"At least wear this," he says, walking over to her and holding out the robe.
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She doesn't tie it closed, though. He's going to have to compromise.
"Is something wrong?"
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She says it very firmly, no fear at all, but she does lean into his hand and shift just a little bit closer to him.
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"You had your hands on me while my shirt was off," she points out, and it's very hard not to start teasing him about it.
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"Can I kiss you now or will you explode because you can see my knees?"
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