Cameron

Date night. The night in which you.. more often than not tried your best to look as nice as ever.

Formal attire and such.

On this particular night, being your anniversary, you decided to go with something simple yet sleek with a pair of stockings underneath. They were a sheer black with lace finish at the top.

Of course, Cameron was bound to notice. He was quite observant.

He sat kneeled just in front of you and you sat on your bed, helping to place your heels over your feet. He was mostly dressed aside from his vest and tie.

"Those are a pretty pair, love. They new?"

Cameron hummed as he ran his hands over your calf and thigh with slow, sultry movements. He stopped just at the hem of the stockings, toying with the delicate lace between his fingers.