"Oh, mostly it was the short skirt and bra but...." Fred was really getting used to her taking control this way, she told him what to do, where to go, and pulled him in, and he was really just damn glad to be the one answering the orders, filling the need. Already she was pulling him between her legs, and he hadn't even touched her yet - one hand slipped between them, thumb finding her clit. "Fishnets," he finally finished, smiling against her mouth. "Good idea."