Maria couldn't help but lean into Desmond when he rid himself of the tunic, her hands momentarily fumbling with the belt instead of moving with arch precision. It had been years since she'd had this kind of skin-to-skin contact, and never was it so welcome as now. A shiver ran through her when the tips of her breasrs brushed against his chest, and it struck her that they were proving right all those who'd warned that her role in the Order would lead to sin.

That just meant they'd need to not hear about this. She re-focused on the belt and get rid of it quickly, then slid her fingers into his leggings before she could think about it and stop herself.