Authors Note: Quick Dribble that wouldn't leave my head when I was trying to revise 'unrequited love'. Ironic huh. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; I am only borrowing them for a little bit!
She kept her head bent low, trying to concentrate on the set of remains on the gurney in front of her, and not on the fact if she raised her head slightly she could see straight down Angela's top. She swallowed, trying to calm her erratic heart beat as she struggled to keep her eyes glued to the bones and not on the lace clad breast, rising and falling so delicately with every breath the raven haired artist took; so close to her now that she could lean forward and lick the pale flesh. A shudder ran through her at this thought, imagining how soft it would be, what it would taste like. She tried valiantly to stop this trail of thought; she needed to concentrate on the work ahead, not on her best friend. A deep breath. The object of her lustful thoughts stepped closer; the perfume the artist was wearing flooding the scientist's senses. Just a little peek, her libido raged, no one would know. She frowned, the inner turmoil too distracting to work effectively. One quick glance and she could satisfy herself enough to work. It would be her little secret. No one needed to know that she was in love with her best friend, that thoughts of the other woman kept her awake at night, put the smile on her face day after day. Another breath, it was a struggle within herself that she always lost. A subtle shift of her eyes away from the broken bones; bringing perfection to her eyes. Her throat was dry, she wanted to reach out and free the flesh from the lace prison. Her hands itched to move, to touch and caress. She picked up a bone instead, not really caring which one, just something to keep her hands occupied. She glanced down before anyone would notice where her gaze lay, immediately missing the view. She replaced the bone and stood, refusing to look her friend in the eye, already feeling the heat rise in her cheeks at what she considered her dirty secret. As she gave orders her team left, finding the evidence to bring this latest kill to justice. Her breathing began to return to normal, just as she felt a presence slip behind her, gentle hands around her waist, a soft whisper in her ear "Next
time, just look." She turned, but Angela had already left. She felt the smile grow on her face as she exited the room herself; maybe it wasn't her own secret after all.