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She swept through her door, annoyed with herself. She waved off Carol's call and slammed the door shut behind her.

"Five minutes," she muttered to herself. "I have maybe five minutes."

She slipped her high heels off as she rifled through her cabinets, pulling out random items of clothing and tossing them towards her chair.

"Need some help?"

She closed her eyes for a moment as she realized who belonged to the amused voice behind her. Then she snatched up the bra she had thrown onto the floor and faced him.

"What do you want?"

Danny smiled. "You know, normally you do panty raids on someone else's closet."

"I'll bet you do." She stared pointedly at him before turning back to the closet. "But I'm looking for stockings."

"Stockings?"

She kicked her leg out slowly and pointed. "Stockings. Thigh highs. Those things you stare at every time I'm wearing a skirt."

"I stare at your legs," he corrected.

"Unless you're mentally undressing me, you're only seeing stockings." She turned and held up a hand. "And no, I don't want to know if you've been mentally undressing me."

He grinned at her and let his gaze sweep slowly down her body.

She sighed deeply, telling herself she was annoyed with his flirting. She turned back to the closet. "Ah ha! Found some."

"What is that?" He looked at the strange plastic package in her hand.

"Stockings. Now get out while I change."

"What's wrong with the ones you're wearing?" He watched her throw her extra clothes back into the cabinet before turning to him.

"That." She pointed to her knee. "I ran into Toby's desk."

He stifled a laugh as he looked at the small hole in her stocking. "Nice leg. Well, what I see of it."

She sunk into a chair and opened the stockings. "Get out."

He stood, but walked over to her instead. He settled himself on the floor next to her and traced a finger around her knee. "Need some help?" he whispered.

"Good with stockings, are you?" she replied dryly.

Danny smiled and inched his hand up her leg. "I'm sure I can handle taking them off."

"Danny." She wasn't sure if it was an encouragement of a warning.

"How high do these go up?" he mused, ignoring her as his fingers continued their slow path up her leg.

Her breathing was coming faster as he reached the middle of her upper leg. She put a hand on her skirt, stilling his hand underneath. The warmth of his hand spread as it sat there.

He finally looked up, suddenly afraid of what he would see in her eyes. His heart skipped a beat when he saw desire reflected in her eyes. "Tell me when to stop," he whispered.

She leaned down to kiss him lightly, careful to keep it flirtatious and gentle. "I think I should take my own stockings off."

In response, he flexed his fingers and touched the top of the material. He smiled at her as he peeled it away from her skin and slowly down her leg.

CJ's breathing slowed a tiny bit as his fingers reversed their path. Her hand followed his down her skirt. Suddenly, she found his hand clear of her skirt. She began to pull her hand from his, but he gently pulled it towards him. He tangled their fingers and again caught her eye.

"CJ." He whispered.

"Shh." She placed a finger over his lips. "You should go."

He kissed her finger and she pulled her hand back with a blush. "Don't you need to finish getting changed? I could help."

She smiled. "Maybe another time. I think I'm going to be late for my meeting if you keep helping me."

He glanced at their hands, still entwined. He pulled them towards her and kissed each of her fingers.

"And I'm going to be very late," she whispered. "If you don't stop doing that."

She pulled him towards her and kissed him once more before getting unsteadily to her feet.

He stood. "See you later. Maybe I'll see your legs later too."

"In your dreams," she shot back before following his eyes to her leg, where her stocking was still bunched at her knee. She quickly pulled it off as he watched, amused.

"Good-bye, Daniel."

"Can I watch you put the new one on?" He asked with a sly grin.

"Good-bye, Daniel."

The smile still in place, he slipped out the door, shutting if carefully behind him.

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