Wes leaned close, trying to calm his wildly beating heart and to regulate his already shortened breaths. He watched her start to undress him, one button at a time and it was both maddening and wonderful to see her doing it at such an unhurried pace. But he forced himself to hold still, even though every part of himself seemed coiled for action, aching for her touch. If only he knew a spell which could magic every scrap of clothing away in an instant...

But he could see that Fred was enjoying the slow removal and he wouldn't have wanted to deny her that, even if he had known such a spell.