Up until now Cooper had maintained the best gaze of smoky nonchalance he could manage. Sarah's turn for the assertive brushed all that aside, replacing his attempt at Euro suave with a broad grin. His hands settled on her magnificent hips, caressing them as she helped him drop trou.<br/><br/>The slightly baggy jeans plummeted under the weight of his heavy belt. It immediately became obvious Coop wasn't even secretly a fashionista: he sported the same plain white boxers he had been wearing since he had enlisted. With any luck, though, Sarah would be distracted by the fact that the touch of her under his hands already had him better than half hard, straining at the shorts' cotton.<br/><br/>Now, he thought, is there any slick to get out of these steel-toes?