Catherine shifted when she felt his fingers at her thigh, under the table. Above the table, Sara and Greg were bickering about something incredibly pointless as far as the case was concerned, especially when it was paired with something as incredibly alluring as soft fingers travelling towards the inside of her thigh.
She opened her legs a little wider and Gil smirked. She saw it out of the corner of her eye and she blushed. Nick swallowed a mouthful of soda and then asked Catherine about the importance of the blood spots found on the staircase. She inhaled slowly and then rattled off her findings.
Gil's fingers became bolder with each word she spoke, assertively stroking the inside of her thigh but not wandering any higher. She brought a folder closer, so it covered her lap as well as the edge of the table.
He spoke, but she didn't hear his words. Sara, Greg, and Nick did, though, and they left the office one by one to follow up on their evidence.
She turned to face him. "Must you---"
"Yes."
She blushed and looked away. Without missing a beat, Gil tipped her face back towards his for a kiss. His fingers became bolder, stroking closer to where she wanted them and combined with the feeling of his lips and beard on her mouth, it felt heavenly. She whimpered into his mouth and brought her hand up to touch his neck.
"Can I close the door?" she whispered, before nibbling on his lower lip.
"No..." Gil replied slowly, in a low and dangerous voice.
