He sighed sadly as played idly with the mug in his hands.

He was going to have to get over this…

He had to stop thinking, dreaming, lusting about his every tea break.

The Shinra coffee room on the 23rd floor. Mostly abandoned, he never knew why.

(Although many could tell you it was because of his lustful looks and breathy noises that nobody ventured in. Seeing him drool over her was disgusting and scary… he was a MOUTH breather)

Seeing her sitting there, bathed in the soft white light. Her milky white skin so tempting to the touch. So soft so yielding.

He imagined touching her, being close enough to smell her. The strange yet intoxicating scent. He imagined her melting beneath his warm hands as he massaged her…

Oh dear… his reports were sopping wet with drool. It was a small mercy he hadn't caught the expensive new computer Shinra had provided him with. The president was already fuming about having to replace the first three drooltastrophies.

Shivering in excitement, he picked up his empty mug and began his trek up three flights of stairs to the Coffee room. Of course he could have used the elevator, but his doctor had recommended the excersise as a deterrent to thinking about Her.

He was becoming unhealthily obsessed. He couldn't sleep, couldn't eat properly….

He enjoyed taking the stairs, it gave him extra time to anticipate. The hope that she would still be there, seeing the empty place made him sad.

She was there. His heart quickened, he almost ran into the room. The squeaking noise of his shoes on the linoleum making him cringe.

He needed to touch her, to taste her, to possess her totally. HE WANTED HER NOW!.

He placed his mug on the sideboard, switched the kettle on and put the tea bag in his mug. Casually sauntering over he picked her up, starting to drool wildly as he felt her slip between his fingers. His eyes bulged as he thrust her onto the table, picking up the nearby bread knife he started to carve hunks out of her.

The kettle clicked to show it had boiled as he carried his prize to the sideboard. Pouring the hot water into the mug he added his prize and stirred, inhaling the goodness as it spiralled up in the steam. Panting slightly he raised the mug to his lips, the burning sensation as he swallowed the liquid goodness, gulping as if his thirst would never be quenched.

Shaking he put his mug down and looked over at the carnage on the table.

"Shinra dairy farms Lard" the packaging was stuck to the table amongst melted pools of lard.

Palmer took out his walkie talkie and informed his overworked, underpaid half blind secretary that he needed more lard in the coffee room. She sighed, anticipating the gassy return of her boss.

(For those who need Reminding. Palmer was insistant that Shera put Lard in his tea... )