Little Kitty Wants To Play *

"Pray tell me what you think about..." He was sitting on the chair and his laptop rested on the table. He held his head in his palms as he waited for her to reply. 

"You want to know?" she teased. No, shit Sherlock, he wanted to say. 

"I asked you, didn't I?" She grinned. 

"I like it when you are demanding. But not always." Cage scowled at her. But he couldn't stay irritated for too long. Her eyes danced with amusement. It was even better when she started to talk. 

"When I was shopping, I thought of how you would take me out of the things I bought. If you would like them... how much you would like them." Just imagining his face when he saw what she was wearing would be a present for her. She would have to keep her camera handy to catch his expression. 

"You were imagining me while you should have been working?" he taunted. Her face was priceless. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "Why? Uncomfortable?"