Seven Deadly Sins
- Gula (Gluttony) -
Derived from the Latin gluttire, meaning to gulp down or swallow, gluttony is the over-indulgence and over-consumption of food, drink, or intoxicants. Depending on the culture, it can be seen as either a vice or a sign of status. The relative affluence of the society can affect this view both ways. A wealthy group might take pride in the security of having enough food to eat to show it off, but it could also result in a moral backlash when confronted with the reality of those less fortunate.
No doubt about it, he was definitely going to hell, because he shouldn't be staring and wishing that she would never stop, but as long as she kept eating those strawberries, her lips wrapping around the red fruit, then he didn't really care, he might as well sit back and enjoy the ride. Well not sit back, considering he was currently standing, slack jawed and probably drooling in the doorway of her office.
If he though about it, and right now coherent thoughts were not coming easily, it was a little unfair, because she knew exactly what she was doing, she knew that she was tempting him, goading him to make a move. Draws men to watch the bright web she can weave, till heart and body and life are in its hold. The poem about Lilith, the temptress of Adam, sprung to mind, and it was exactly what she was doing.
It would be so easy to over indulge. All he needed to do was lean over her desk and pull her too him. Sometimes he felt as if he had had enough, that he was too full for any more of her, like the sight of her was enough to sate his desire. But then looking at her, he knew that it wasn't enough, the mere sight of her, even eating strawberries, wasn't enough.
"Enjoying the view Jethro?" She asked, her voice laced with amusement as she noticed him staring. He lifted his eyes to hers and drawing on his outstanding command of language, he said nothing; he just stared at the fruit in her hand and the juice that was staining her lips.
He stalked round the desk and hauled her to her feet, secretly enjoying the small squeak of surprise that escaped her. He pulled her to him, crushing the air out of her lungs and his lips hovered over hers, her breath hot and sweet on his skin. He heard her breathe out his name in question and silenced her by kissing her, tasting the strawberry juice on her lips, gripping her arms and pulling her closer, wanting to taste every inch of her mouth. She pulled away and looked at him, eyes dark, heartbeat slightly elevated.
"I guess you were enjoying it." She said. He groaned as she stood on tiptoes and nibbled his earlobe. He lifted her up and sat her on her desk, pulling her legs round his waist. His fingers skimmed her neck and followed the collar of her blouse down; she tightened her grip around his waist. He pushed her skirt up her thighs.
"Didn't you get enough this morning?" She murmured against his lips.
"I never get enough." He replied, silencing her once again.
The buzz of her intercom system had them both jumping guiltily jumping apart.
"Yes?" She snapped, irritated about being interrupted when it was getting good.
"The Secretary of Defense is on the phone for you, Director." Cynthia sounded apologetic as if she knew what was happening behind the doors. Jen glanced at Gibbs and held two fingers up. He didn't notice as he was currently inhaling the scent of her hair, wondering if he could ever get bored of that scent.
"Two seconds Jethro, ok?" She pushed on his shoulders gently and reached for the phone.
He pulled her into a brief yet lustful kiss and stalked out of her office.
"Where are you going?" She called after him.
"The third circle of Hell." He replied.
Sinners guilty if Gluttony are sent to the third circle of Hell where they are forced to stand in freezing rain, black snow and hail guarded by Cerberus (the three headed dog).
The poem is by Rossetti, Collective Works 216.