Team Sheppard

"Kaylee," he breaths softly, his free hand having made it under her dress and sliding across the small of her back. He pulls her lower body into his before running his hand over her bare bottom - the "holy crap, she's not wearing anything underneath" thought lazily making it's way through his brain - and down her flank, lifting her leg as he does so until he's got his hand under her knee, and her leg lifted so he can fit the together a little better, regardless of the fact that he's still wearing clothes.