He doubted she even realized that she did it. It was such a little motion that it took a while for him to notice it, but once he did he couldn't help but notice it again every single time she did it.

Anytime she was concentrating really hard, working fast, or even when she was just being silly, her tongue would inch forward and just barely escapes between her perfectly painted lips.

When he was on the phone with her he could practically see her doing it through the tone of her voice. After a while he forced himself to stop thinking about it. He got enough strange looks from his flirting with her, he didn't want to find out what people would say if to his unexpected hard on. Or what he would say—sorry I was just thinking about Garcia's tongue.

But sometimes, late at night, when it was safe for him to think whatever he wanted he thought about Garcia. About one day leaning over and kissing her, about capturing her tongue with his own. He thought that despite her outrageousness Garcia would be a hesitant kisser at first. She'd be just a little skittish, and he'd go slow at first, let them find a rhythm. He thought that she'd quickly get over her hesitancy and she'd give back as good as she got. He could imagine the way her tongue would duel with his and it made his body tense with arousal every damn time.