Sighing her pleasure, Misae placed her hands over Ky's, keeping them pressed to her breasts, and squirmed with need as his other hand traced over her leg. Which felt wonderful, true, but she wanted so much more, and already she was starting to feel uncomfortably hot and stuffy in her robes as her blood heated to match the air around them, Ky's warm body against hers.
Sitting up suddenly, she grabbed at the hem of her robes and pulled them up and over her head, discarding them to the side, and tore the wraps off her head and face. In the shade, the sun couldn't hurt her, and soon her albino-white skin was bare with not a stitch left to hide her. It felt better that way, too; not by much, but enough, and though she was sweating in the heat, it was hot enough that it dried nearly as soon as it hit her skin.
Maneuvering on her knees, Misae spread her robes out on the ground and moved to kneel on them, motioning Ky to follow. "This should be far more comfortable for us both," she said, and darted in to kiss him. "Unless we want sand in unfortunate places."