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.
