Gil Grissom sat alone in interrogation room waiting
for the "bad guy" to be brought in by Jim Brass. He
knew he was early, so he pulled out his unopened
packet of Reese's peanut butter cups from the
pocket of his lab coat. He had skipped a meal
and could hardly wait to eat. So, he opened
the bright orange packet and slid out the two
butter cups lined in black paper onto the
table. He picked up the first one and took
off the paper, carefully, with his thick fingers,
undressing it slowly. He lifted it to his hungry
lips and licked the chocolate coating first.
"Ummm," he moaned lowly, then sunk his teeth the middle, rolling the peanut butter filling to the roof of his mouth. He slowly took another bite and then another, each bite of candy brushing his lips and then being flattened with his pressing tongue.
When he was finished with the candy, he licked his fingers, one by one.
Sara Sidle stood on the other side of the window, watching his every move, unaware to Grissom.
Sara could imagine those lips on her
tongue, on her skin, on her center.
she'd like to get his fingers sticky with her
own flavor of candy.
Everything he did was sexy! Even the way he eat the peanut butter cups.
"Oh," she exhaled, bringing herself back to the now. "So, that's how Gil Grissom eats a Reese's."