Beckoves: Sweet
Groves took a quick look around the office before setting his eyes on a small tray of sugar cubes. He licked his lips trying to resist, but how could he? It was his weakness like tea seemed to be his lordship's weakness. He popped one into his mouth and before he knew it, they were all gone. Beckett entered. He followed the hand on the tray up to the flushed face of his Lieutenant. Beckett's expression was unreadable as he came forward trapping the Lieutenant in a heated kiss. His tongue tasting the dissolved sweetness. Cooling tea long forgotten.