Disclaimer: The characters belong to Andrew Marlowe, I just borrow them.
"You know I really love seeing you dress up in the morning, but there's something I love even more…"
"Seeing me undress?"
"Or undress you myself" he said with a smirk, pulling her towards him.
"We're already late, the others are gonna get suspicious."
"Can't you at least wear something sexier?"
"Excuse me?"
"I mean – Come on, you know what I mean."
"No. Tell me."
"Well, firstly I think you should consider wearing skirts. Everybody loves to see your legs."
"Right. Because you can run oh so well in a skirt."
"Four inches don't seem to be a problem."
"Touché."
"And would it kill you to open a few more buttons?"
"Because I wanna run around like a prostitute? I'm a female cop, I have enough problems to deal with already."
"Maybe you should just go without any clothes."
"Oh yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you."
"No, actually, I don't want anyone else to see you naked."
"That's it then. I'm gonna stick to my usual clothing."
With that, she took a jeans and a white blouse out of the closet and pulled it on. Just to tease him, she left open one more button than usual.