How can loving one person so completely be so wrong?

It is if that person is of the same sex, or so I've been led to believe.

I muffle a sigh and shift in my seat to ease my arousal.

Everyday it gets harder and harder to hide my desire for my best friend from my team.

I want to take him in my arms in front of everyone. I want to devour those soft lips from which endless tidbits of useless trivia fall. I want to lose myself in the depths of his blue eyes. I want to run my hands over his body and arouse him like he does me.

The Bible calls this lust and considers it a deadly sin.

Me, I call it love.

"Fuck it!" I mutter under my breath.

I throw my pen on my desk and stalk from the bullpen. I can feel the eyes of my team follow me and I don't care anymore. I need to quench my desire.

I enter Autopsy and pull Ducky into my arms. I silence his greeting with a heated kiss.