A/N: Ok, so I really am completely shameless... This fic was born out of a Facebook conversation between DragonFriend95 and myself. So, not only do I own nothing, but a majority of the content came straight out of her fingertips! Damn my vivid imagination, lol. =P

Brief summary: Greg's eating chocolate in the break room and someone's imagining the possibilities =P

WORDS IN BOLD ITALICS ARE THOUGHTS!

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Oh. My. God.

"Hi Greg, how're you doing?"

"Good thanks and you?

"Ah, I'm all good. What've you got there?"

"Chocolate" Why does he have to smile like that?"And I'm not sharing!"

Well, I could think of a few very creative ways to take it from you, Mr. Sanders. I could cuff you to that chair and make you share-

"What're you smiling at?" Shit... He saw that! Think! Think!

"Oh...It's nothing. I was just thinking about something." Smooth. You've probably got your sexual deviant face on.

"Something like what?" Something like dripping melted chocolate over your hot, naked body! Damn... I need to cool down. I wonder if the ice-creams finished... hmmm... ice cream... A Greg ice cream sundae sounds perfect. I wouldn't even need a spoon-

"Yo! Back to planet Earth!" Shit.

"It's nothing. Ok. Want some coffee?" Way to subtly change the subject. Great. He's making that, 'I-know-something's-bothering-you-but you-obviously-don't-want-to-tell-me-so-I'll-just-drop-it' face.

"Yeah, please." He's really making that chocolate bar last. He's doing it on purpose. He must know exactly what's going on in my filthy, little mind. God, why can't I be that little piece of chocolate. Does he have to glide it in and out of his mouth like that?! Jesus! Pull yourself together! Concentrate on the coffee!

"2 teaspoons of sugar?" Forget about the sugar, I'll have a spoonful of you. You probably taste as sweet as you look-

"Yes please. The funniest thing happened in the interrogation room today..." The interrogation room... the things I would do to you in there. I wonder if that table's bolted down. Thank God you can't see my face, I probably have "PERVERT" stamped across it. The AV Lab wouldn't be a bad place either... It's always dark... That doors the only one that locks too. Wait. He stopped talking. Nod and smile. Shit. He looks confused. What did he even say?!?! Maybe I should just giggle. Ok, he looks satisfied with that. 'Satisfied'. What a great word.

"Here's your coffee, would you like cream with that?" Cream... hmmm... Things I could do with cream...

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Hope everyone enjoyed it! DragonFriend95, This fic is all your fault!! Lol!