Danielle tried not to look at the silky bra Jen was wearing as she slowly and gently removed her shirt. The pink straps of her bra hung over her shoulders in a way that dared here gaze to drop, but it would be improper. Instead, she looked directly at Jen, and regretted it as they both knew exactly how each other felt.
Jen reached up to help remove her shirt, but was stopped by Danielle's wordless shake of her head. Slowly, the shirt came off and as Danielle leaned over to remove it entirely, Jen smiled on the inside and move her arms back a little, making Danielle lean even closer inwards, almost touching her.
She could almost kiss her, or maybe nibble on her neck at this distance, especially as Danielle was ever so focused on trying not to focus too much on Jen's pink bra.
The shirt was thrown away haphazardly, and with an awkward, pregnant pause, Danielle held Jen's wrists and pulled them behind her.
"M-my bra," she muttered at the blonde, looking away. "It's... It's a hook."
Jen felt for the hook and with both her hands slowly undid it. "So's mine," she whispered with a hot, wet breath into Danielle's ear.