“Is the reservation at seven or seven thirty?” you asked Sonny, eyes on your leg as you carefully rolled the stockings up. It was just chilly enough outside that you needed something on your legs if you wanted to wear the dress you had planned for dinner that evening. You stood to your feet as you pulled them gently up your thighs, turning your head expectantly when Sonny didn’t reply.
His eyes were fixed on the back of your legs, watching you intently with a dazed expression on his face. Sonny colored when you caught him staring, tearing his eyes away to drag them up to your face as you looked on in amusement, finishing rolling the stocking up to your waist.
“See something you like?” you teased and Sonny finished tightening his tie as he made his way over to you.
“Always,” he breathed as he looked down at your thighs again. You’d picked a sheer black pair of stockings with the seam line up the back and judging by Sonny’s reaction he was a fan. “Is it weird that was a total turn on?” he asked and you laughed and shook your head no as he reached down to trail a hand up your leg.
“Not at all,” you answered easily, turning your back to him and slipping your dress over your head. He helped pull it down and then zipped it for you as you held your hair to the side. “If you’re good maybe I’ll let you come on them later,” you said casually as you turned back around. His hands tightened on your waist as he pulled you into him and he inhaled sharply as you smirked up at him.
Hot damn.
SVU addict 