"Take it off!"
I slam the door behind us. A few steps in to the room.
"Take it all off!"
Breathing fast and ripping at each other to strip clothes off. I grab your shoulders and spin you around. Pinning you against the wall, your arms spread on the wall like you're being arrested. I curse at the clasp on your dress. I can't calm myself enough to get my fingers on the tiny clip holding your dress around your shoulder. Finally. Success. I rip the zipper down to your tailbone and spin you back around.
"Take it off!"
You grab the back of my head pulling my tongue into your mouth. Your shimmy your shoulders getting the straps over your arms as the black glittery dress hits the floor. Our lips sucked together as you use a foot to launch the dress across the room. Little pasties on covering your nipples. I rip one off.
"Hmmm." You hum in my mouth.
I rip the other off.
"Ahhh!"
I could have been more gentle. But I didn't want to. Your fingers struggling to get my shirt unbuttoned. The neck. A few more down to my chest when you surrender and rip it in half. Little buttons flying around the room like a scatter gun just went off. Your rip it off over my shoulders. The cuffs caught around my wrists as you grab each arm and tug it off. Two more buttons gone.
"Damnit Mag. That was a nice shirt."