Chapter III
Caffeine and Other Addictive Substances
He stood there in the break room, alone. The tantalizing aroma of fresh coffee floated off of the steaming cup in his hands. He breathed it in, savoring the smell, he was a conisour. If there was one thing he loved more then a cup of coffee it was a certain broody brunette CSI. As if his thoughts summoned her, there she was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. She looked tired, but the gap toothed grin on her face made her younger, less stressed. "Hey that the last of your special brew?" He took a swig, downing half of the scalding cup, "Yeah." She started towards him, "Too bad." He shrugged and watched her come closer. "I guess." Her expressive eyes burned with something he'd never seen before and she smirked.
She came close, invading his personal space. "Guess you'll have to share." Then she pressed her lips against his. His mouth fell open in shock, allowing her skilled tongue access inside. She let out a little moan and then he felt the cup leave his hands. She grinned into the kiss and suddenly broke it off. She smiled at him. "Thanks, Greggo." She walked out of the room, with the last of his coffee in her grasp. He watched her, his mouth still agape. Forget caffeine, he could quickly become addicted to Sara Sidle's kisses.
Greg Sanders rolled over in bed, a big smile on his young face.
