yeah, those lingering fantasies and dreams about sleeping with you were definitely getting to the best of judgement that clashed with her work ethics.

she was already having marriage issues with her stupid hard-headed of a husband who’s barely home anyways, you’re just the sweet icing on the smashed cake.

Kristen isn’t very well-known for being a loyal wife and yet, she really can’t bring herself to give a rats ass about it.

she’s never slept with a woman or had initiatives with one per-say but she would definitely take her sweet chances with you, even if it was complicated from working on the same team with David and Ben at the Church.

it was a new addictive experience she just couldn’t let slip from her firm hands.

Kristen’s narrowed eye’s burned into the side of your almost too-perfect side profile whilst Ben babbled about some new technology for their ‘miracle’ cases that she didn’t care about.

her mind was too focused on the curve of your pouty and so kissable concentrated lips whilst reading the folder provided by David.

fuck.

Kristen’s legs crossed properly through a creak of her chair once her hands tightened subconsciously over the edges of the chair’s arms in bubbling restraint and out of respect for your much needed privacy.

her body tensed in tangled desire and mere curiosity about you — what goes on in that pretty little head of yours all day? she wanted to find out so badly.

you’re way too pretty for your own good and she can tell you aren’t even aware of it — that alone makes her want to prove it to you on her knees like a pathetic puppy begging for attention.

maybe she needs to work on her flirtation skills and tone of voice instead of staring at you as if you were wanted for a mass murder spree or bossing you around a little.

but then again, she liked seeing you oblivious and flustered each time she picked at your mistakes while investigating a new ‘case’ from the priest.