Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with the BBC or 'Being Human'. This is just for fun.
Note: My first BH fic cos I love Annie/Mitchell ship. Please be kind!
A Fine Line
"D'you want to kiss me again? D'you want to kiss me?" The words reverberated around her head and she couldn't forget the look in his eyes - so full of hunger, so full of lust and… something else. Annie couldn't put her finger on it. It was something akin to power, or rather, the need for power.
For the first time, Annie had been frightened by Mitchell. Despite her seeing his previous struggles against the terrible thirst, she had never once felt threatened by him. On the contrary, he was the one who helped protect and shield her from the hurts of the world. He was the one who comforted and reassured her when her confidence had taken a knock. He was not the one who made sexually aggressive advances to her!
And yet despite the fear of this bad, scary Mitchell, this stranger, there was a part of Annie that wanted to say yes to his question. Had she not had her back to the beaded curtain that was the kitchen door, had she had her back to a wall, she did not think she would or could have resisted the kiss that the Irishman was surely going to place on her lips.
With time to reflect, Annie remembered how the vampire told her how he had been thinking of her since their accidental not-quite kiss, wondering what lay beneath her clothes and how her skin would feel. She shivered involuntarily – it had nothing to do with feeling cold, it wasn't as if she could feel cold even if she wanted to. Truth was Annie had long ago pushed aside any romantic thoughts about her housemate. Aside from friendly comfort and reassurance, he had never given any indication that he might think of her as anything other than a friend and she was never going to risk any awkwardness by trying to find out if there was more. However, in moments of weakness when she thought about how she would never have the family or the romance that she always dreamed she would have in life, the ghost would think back to that briefest of kisses. Annie would guess at how Mitchell would feel beneath her hands. He had told her once that she had a tingly but not unpleasant sensation about her and she imagined that he might warm her although she wasn't sure if vampires were capable of their own body heat or if it was 'borrowed' from freshly drunk blood.
She closed her eyes and tried to regain her composure as her mind raced to picture herself giving into his advances.
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