A/N: The thought for this is kinda a borrow from a story that was hot. So why not do something for Greg? Haha. The person Greg is with in this fic is You.
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He's staring at you – again.
You both know you two should be working, well at least you are, - attempting too, you really can't think when he's staring.
He's sitting facing towards you, the side of the chair coming touching the table your crime scene photos are placed on, he slides the pencil through his fingers to touch the table with each end, lazily.
It's beginning to drive you nuts.
You notice him move, because more than you are willing to admit, you are aware of everything he does. You don't see where he goes because you are trying your damnest to make sense of the photo's in front of you.
You feel him rather then hear him, you feel a wetness on the spot between your neck and shoulder followed by a gentle breeze that smells like coffee and mints.
You try and swallow the sudden lump in your throat with no use. You liked it a little more than you let on.
"Wh…what are you doing?" you stammer out as you run your tongue over the top of your mouth trying to create the saliva you desperately need, it works but not that much. Your mouth is still grainy and you shiver as he speaks into your ear.
"If you have to ask, you aren't very experienced" he has you there, you just didn't think he would pull a move here. Or any move for that matter. Hell you didn't even think he liked you like that.
He kisses that spot again, making need run through your entire body.
His fingers are feather light against your skin as he caresses your chin, turning it towards him, you relentlessly allow it.
Staring into his eyes you know is a mistake but you can't help yourself, theres something about his deep brown eyes that keep you standing still and your eyes drifting close as his mouth comes closer.
His kiss is like his touch…gentle and addicting. He takes it slow, giving you ample time to back off but he knows you won't.
His tongue soon invades your mouth, darting in and out playing peek a boo with yours.
You are barely aware of his hand moving up to your hair, the other grasping your hip.
He backs you up against the table and reaches for your shirt but you push him away.
Cheeks flushed, lips swollen, eyes laden with desire, hair tousled, he swears he's never seen anyone more gorgeous than you are now, and his words give you a few seconds to catch the breath that you need to speak.
You touch your lips, you can still feel him, still taste him.
"We can't do that again" you whisper and look anywhere except his eyes because the moment you do, you know he will convince you to pick up where you two had left off.
"Not here any way" he drawls out slowly "You know where I live?" he asked casually.
You slowly nod, you remember from the Halloween party he through a few weeks ago.
"Good meet me there in two hours"
He leaves you standing alone.