Arlette took her one arm away from Caius' neck so she could run her fingers across the buttons of his uniform shirt and then, she began to work her way through the hoops, unhooking each button until the shirt fell to either side of his body.
With a groan that was muffled by the kiss she and Caius were sharing, she ran her hand across his chest and then worked her way to his back to grab at the contours on it. She wracked her fingers across and then dug her nails into Caius's skin. Pulling across hard enough to cause welts to appear.
If Caius was hurt, he didn't show it.
The feeling of Athenodora's claws digging into his chest and drawing blood was still so fresh on his mind that the pain of Arlette's claws did not quite hurt as much. In fact, he liked the little bit of pain to spice things up. Not that it was needed anyway.
