Title: Dress Code
Category: CSI: NY
Rating: M
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Don Flack/Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: Uniform
Word Count: 495
Summary: Linsday, a lab coat, and a very excited Detective Flack...

Dress Code
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There was something about a woman in uniform that always turned him on. All conservative but hiding a sexy feminine side beneath it all. So when Lindsay stepped out of the bathroom and into his bedroom wearing nothing but her lab coat, holding it closed just beneath her breasts, outlining her curves but leaving all vital areas up to the imagination, he nearly swallowed his tongue. She smiled at him, mischievous and seductive as she leaned in the doorway, her finger lighting tracing the curve of her breast peeking out from the pristine white coat. He sat up in the bed a little more, his arms shaking as they held his weight off the mattress. He turned his head one way, looked her up and down, taking in every enticing inch and then turned his head the other way to get an even more thorough look.

She laughed, low and throaty. "Well, Detective Flack?" she asked, lifting a suggestive brow. She stepped forward and spun a little for him, letting the bottom of the coat flair around her thighs but as she stopped, she was still covered far too much for his liking. "Have I violated any dress codes?"

He cleared his throat, suddenly feeling incredibly closed in on the large, open expanse of the bed. He moved forward, kneeling on the blanket as he crawled to the end and stood up. He walked toward her, reaching out, and ran a finger down the very center of her, from her neck down, between the valley of her breasts, overtop her hand holding her coat closed, and down across the hidden front of her stomach. "You broke a lotta rules here, Monroe. I think I need a better look to be absolutely sure though."

"Really?" She stepped toward him, releasing the coat only when she was near enough that his body would cover her from his eyes. He could feel her full breasts against him, the rosy tips tight little buds that brushed against his bare skin. She shrugged, letting the shoulders of her lab coat slip down and reveal a sliver of her bare skin. "How thorough of a look are we talking, Detective?"

He licked his lips, staring down at her with dark eyes. His hand slid along her side and gripped her hip before he ducked his head close enough that their noses brushed. "I'm a man of my work, Monroe. This could take all night."

She grinned. "If you say so."

"I do."

Swiftly, he lifted her up into his arms, smirking as her legs locked around his waist and brought her toward their bed. As she laid sprawled beneath him, coat open, revealing every beautiful soft inch of her, he had a new outlook on uniforms. They were sexy, yeah, but a helluva lot better if they were on her. She spread her knees apart and beckoned him closer; he wasted no time. He had a very important inspection to make.