He groaned as she undid a clasp and the short skirt slid right off her hips and hit the floor.

"Problem, Detective?"

He dragged his attention up from the scrap of black lace to meet her amused eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing to him.

He cleared his throat but couldn't help the smirk. "Don't think so."

He certainly hadn't had a problem when she had pushed him down on the couch and stood in front of him, drop dead sexy and knowing it. Then she had started dancing.

He had enjoyed the show, the slow long movements of her body as she removed each article of her clothing. And so, he knew, had she. She didn't dance to prove how sexy she was to him- she already knew it, just as he did. She danced for herself.

She stepped clear of her discarded skirt and stalked the few feet towards him in her high stiletto heels, hips swaying. The clear mid morning light streaming through the window behind her seemed to light set her hair alight, to make her skin glow.

Without hesitation she straddled his lap on the couch and sent him a knowing smirk from underneath lowered eyes. "Enjoy the show?"

"Hell yes," he groaned, his hands latching on to the skin he had been forced to watch from afar for the past few minutes.

As his mouth lowered to her neck- her collarbone being an endless source of facsination with him- he heard an inconsequential sound from somewhere in the apartment. Ignoring it, he traced the path his lips had taken with his tongue, enjoying the way she shifted in his lap.

And then his front door opened.

"Yo, Flack, we gotta ... Stella!?"

He turned sharply to look behind him. His best friend was standing in the open doorway, something akin to shock written across his face. And he suddenly remembered the agreement they had made over a few beers the night before, to catch a game the next day. Today.

"What the hell?"

Flack groaned, lowering his head to her bare shoulder. "I'm sorry," he muttered.

He was thankful at least that Danny was behind him- and therefore wasn't getting too much of an eyeful of his girlfriend. They all stayed in place for another moment before she spoke. "Danny, Flack will see you later." Her tone brooked no argument, the instruction was clear.

"Yeah... okay." There was a pause. "Wow." And the door clicked shut again.

It was over in a moment but it took several long minutes before he could bring himself to look at her. Finally, he lifted his head. "Sorry," he repeated. "That was my fault. I forgot-"

She shook her head and he was surprised to see amusement in her eyes, in her smirk. "I think you should tell him to knock next time."

"I will," he assured her.

She slid off his lap and he nearly groaned out loud. But she stood, and held out her hand. "Then perhaps we should continue this in the bedroom."