ripped, adj
"Bob, you home?"
Lance throws his bag down and trips his way to the couch, eyes barely open.
"Hey," he hears from a corner of the room before there's a click-click of shoes on the wooden floor and a pair of leather strappy heels come into sight. He stares at it blearily for a moment, then follows the smooth lines of a long leg up and up and up.
His eyes fall on the frayed edge of tiny denim shorts, then on a sliver of smooth, tanned skin, and suddenly he's wide awake and sitting up slowly. Black bodice with gold thread woven in intricate spirals clings to a small waist, and as his eyes move up, they frame a pair of firm, round breasts.
Lance gulps, finally reaching blue eyes dark with desire. "Bobbi."
The blonde moves forward, all fluid grace, and pushes him back against the couch. One long leg steps to either side of him so that he's eye-level with her chest- and then she's raking her nails down his shirt and pulling it off him, tossing it over her shoulder. Lance hears a crash and they both start slightly, but neither of them tears their eyes away from each other.
"Hello Hunter."
Her voice, low and throaty the way it got after they had just made love, sends tingles down his back. Before he can respond, she's seated herself on his lap, straddling his hips and his rather obvious reaction.
His eyes fall shut briefly, a soft moan tearing itself from his mouth as his hands come up to circle her lithe body, mapping familiar skin and muscles.
"What's the occasion luv?" He opens his eyes, seeing his desire mirrored in hers. It's taking all of his self-restraint not to touch and taste those lips.
"Asshole ripped off the front of my dress on that mission in Paris." Sultry smile morphs into the broad grin he knows and loves so well. "Was gonna trash it, but figured you'd like it."
A/n:
ripped, adj
badly torn
Saw the picture that Adrianne Palicki posted in support of brain cancer research (to purchase beautybookforbraincancer) and this just popped into my head.
You need to google the picture, she looks amazing!