It was a simple peach. Just a piece of fruit. It was unbelievable. Abby had never really considered fruit to be, well, lust-oriented, but she was fast becoming a convert. She’d always liked peaches; there’s nothing better than a cold peach on a hot, muggy DC day. But this...this went way the hell beyond like or even love...this was lust.

Abby hadn’t really been paying attention when Kate had come into the break room and sat down on the chair opposite her. She’d been reading a hacker zine and getting into the latest when she’d heard the first soft sigh. It hadn’t really registered until repeated a moment later and Abby had looked up to see Kate sitting with her eyes closed just...breathing in with the peach right up against her mouth and nose. The expression on her face had been...lusty...to put it mildly. That had been repeated a few more times, just slow, deep inhalations with Abby just watching, open-mouthed at the purely sensual expression in place.

The first bite had been accompanied by a faint moan as Kate slowly bit into the peach, white teeth disappearing into the fruit. Abby suddenly remembered that it was called ‘flesh’ and figured that someone had been watching a similar display way back when to name it that. Juice ran down Kate’s chin from the side of her mouth and her tongue flickered out to lick it up with a dexterity and ease that instantly sent a shiver through Abby.

Each bite was as slow torture for Abby as she gaped at Kate savoring the taste of the peach with deliberate chews and swallows. She grew wet in short order and shifted in her chair, cunt contracting in an effort to prolong and increase the incredible torment.

The peach was devoured slowly and Abby’s breathing grew harsh even though she did her best to not give any outward sign of her arousal. Thank God she didn’t have a cock to betray her. When it was just the pit left, she couldn’t help but meet Kate’s gaze when the eyes opened.

Kate smiled as she asked in a completely innocent tone, a worried tone, “You okay there Abby? You look a little flushed.”

Clearing her throat, Abby nearly groaned at the unfulfilled need inside and forced herself to return the smile. “I’m fine. Great. Just, you know, got lost in thought.”

“Gibbs riding you about getting the results back? He knows that you can’t make the machines go any faster,” Kate pointed out.

God I wish you were riding me, Abby thought with an internal moan.

Kate continued, “I think he just likes to bitch about things to hear the sound of his own voice.”

The smile weakened a little, but Abby nodded in agreement.

Kate stood and walked to the trash barrel, throwing the pit away, washing her hands at the sink and drying them before returning to the table to get the files she’d brought in. Passing by Abby on the way to the door, she bent down and murmured into Abby’s ear, “You should see what I can do to a woman’s peach, Abby.”

Abby could only groan as the agent walked away, whistling.