Her dress dropped to the floor and Lucille did her best to kick it to the side. It felt good, exciting to stand this close to him in her underwear, although to people from this time the difference might not be that big; the corset, petticoat and the rest covered as much as the dress. Well, not quite. There was more cleavage.

And there was his tongue against her neck. Lucille drew a sharp breath, letting her hand under his shirt push harder against his skin and tilting her had sideways. It was hard to think clearly, but she very much wanted him to take that shirt off.

[No worries, that happens :)]