... Don't throw things, please? ;^^ I had no Internet all summer, and I really should be doing my homework as we speak... Just about everything is down for revision. But, this little idea was pestering my brain, so here you go!

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"What is it about you?" He inquired quietly, mostly to himself.

"What is it about you that draws me back every time... That I just can't enough of?" He knelt down on the air, keeping her at eye-level. Snowy hair fell across blazing green eyes as he inspected her face for the answer he sought.

Her violet orbs held no hint, though, leaving him twice as frustrated as he had been before.

Broodingly, he grasped her chin, pulling her closer. His other arm held his knees to his chest. "Why are you so addictive?"

He bumped his nose against hers.

"Maybe you're just obsessed, darling."

Ah. He'd forgotten her habit to be snarky.

But he grinned anyways, resting his forehead against her's, watching her through hooded eyes.

"Yeah. Probably."

She pulled away gently, grabbing his gloved hand and tugging him down.

"C'mon, sit like a person."

He grinned, lowering himself into a seated position next to her. He hadn't realized there WAS an ambiguous staircase/alley way in Amity park, but he wasn't complaining.

She didn't release his hand - instead, she wove her fingers through his - her purple tinted lips pulling into a smile.

"Now was that so hard?" She teased, unable to resist.

"Nah, I guess not."

He looked down at their interconnected hands, rubbing circles on her skin with his thumb.

"You know, I think about you. All the time, in fact." He didn't look up, and she wasn't even sure he'd meant to speak.

"I probably am obsessed..." He smirked, his eyes darting up to catch hers, though his head stayed angled down.

"But I can't bring myself to care." His eyes narrowed, and he leaned over, tilting his head to the side just so. "You're far too pretty. It's very distracting, Sam."

He pressed his lips to hers, blocking off any snide retort she might have made.

His free hand rose to stroke her face, brushing back her raven hair. She made a contented noise, only to complain as he pulled back.

Still close enough to feel the warmth of her breath across his mouth, he murmured softly. "I'm so addicted to you. You are intoxicating."

He might've said more, but was cut off by the frigid cold of his ghost sense. He pulled away entirely, muttering curses under his breath.

He gave her one of his endearing 'I-hafta-go-play-hero-but-I-don't-wanna-leave-you' looks, his eyes mournful.

She gave him a playful shove. "Go on, Mr. Hero. I'll be fine here." To prove her point, she laid back, humming I've Got A Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth.

He had to laugh at that one. Leaning down, he gave her one last kiss on the forehead.

And then he was gone.

Violet eyes scanned the alleyway as her hums died in her throat.

She curled over onto her side, pale fingers dancing over the last trace of him on her skin - letting herself savor the lingering cool tingle left by his lips.

Her lips pulled into a somewhat bitter smirk.

"I'm addicted to you, too."

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So...yeah. Utterly pointless, really. And incredibly tiny. But, it IS something... I'm a bit writer's blocked, to tell y'all the truth.

But? Love it, hate it? I'd love to hear your thoughts.