CSI: Lunch Break
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigations
Title: Lunch Break
Author: Serialbathera
Theme: Nights, 05 Flower
Other Prompts/Challenges:
Pairings/Characters: Greg Sanders/ Wendy Sims
Disclaimer/Claimer: I don’t own these characters sadly
Word Count: 252
Critiques: Yes
Summary: Wendy decides to drive Greg crazy one lunch break.
AN: This may or may not be AU
Wendy Sims had a sunflower tattoo on her left shoulder. For some reason every time Greg Sanders saw the tattoo it drove him crazy; making him want to ravish her on the spot.
Wendy decided one day to use that fact to her advantage. She wore a wide strapped pink camisole, where a fraction of her tattoo could be seen. At lunch, she took off her lab coat, and waited in the break room, as she and Greg were having a lunch date.
Greg walked in a few minutes after she did, carrying a bag with Chinese food. “You look sexy.” He grinned, as he sat the bag on the table.
“Thanks,” Wendy smiled, and deliberately walked over to the mind fridge and pulled out the two drinks she had put there earlier.
Greg came up behind her, and put his arms around her waist. “That tattoo turns me on.” He whispered in her ear.
“I know, but we are supposed to be eating lunch. We don’t have time for what you are thinking.” She teased. She loved flirting with him; it turned him into putty in her hands.
“We could go into a supply closet.” He played with her hair.
She pushed him back playfully, and walked over setting the drinks on the table. “You’re bad.” She grinned.
Greg kissed her on the lips for a split second, “You know you want to.”
Wendy smiled, “Okay.” She picked everything up and put it in the mini-fridge. They could always eat later.
Title: Lunch Break
Author: Serialbathera
Theme: Nights, 05 Flower
Other Prompts/Challenges:
Pairings/Characters: Greg Sanders/ Wendy Sims
Disclaimer/Claimer: I don’t own these characters sadly
Word Count: 252
Critiques: Yes
Summary: Wendy decides to drive Greg crazy one lunch break.
AN: This may or may not be AU
Wendy Sims had a sunflower tattoo on her left shoulder. For some reason every time Greg Sanders saw the tattoo it drove him crazy; making him want to ravish her on the spot.
Wendy decided one day to use that fact to her advantage. She wore a wide strapped pink camisole, where a fraction of her tattoo could be seen. At lunch, she took off her lab coat, and waited in the break room, as she and Greg were having a lunch date.
Greg walked in a few minutes after she did, carrying a bag with Chinese food. “You look sexy.” He grinned, as he sat the bag on the table.
“Thanks,” Wendy smiled, and deliberately walked over to the mind fridge and pulled out the two drinks she had put there earlier.
Greg came up behind her, and put his arms around her waist. “That tattoo turns me on.” He whispered in her ear.
“I know, but we are supposed to be eating lunch. We don’t have time for what you are thinking.” She teased. She loved flirting with him; it turned him into putty in her hands.
“We could go into a supply closet.” He played with her hair.
She pushed him back playfully, and walked over setting the drinks on the table. “You’re bad.” She grinned.
Greg kissed her on the lips for a split second, “You know you want to.”
Wendy smiled, “Okay.” She picked everything up and put it in the mini-fridge. They could always eat later.