Sonny slowly walked his fingers up your jean clad leg. He gently carressed the exposed skin on your knee where it showed through the rip.
Your eyes slid to his. “What’s that little smirk for?” You asked with a matching smirk.
He broke into a full smile, his blue eyes sparkling. “Just thinkin’,” he replied.
“Go on,” you urged.
“These jeans were draped over the back of the couch not an hour ago. Along with your top and bra. Which reminds me, did you find your panties?”
“I think you already know the answer to that question, Detective,” you purred.
He patted his coat. “Don’t worry, they’ll turn up.” He gave you wink and turned back to the train window.
SVU addict 