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She'd been passing the open doorway to the library when she'd seen him there. Asleep in the chair, the book he'd been reading now resting in his lap, his head tipped forward slightly, some of his hair hung loose across his face. She'd paused to watch him. His expression, normally etched with strain and tension, looked more relaxed than usual some of the harshness of his appearance erased with sleep. Thinking she should rescue the book before it slipped off his lap and damaged, she'd crept across the room. Reaching gently she eased the book away from him finding it had been resting more securely than it had looked. Placing a bookmark in the open pages she closed the book and slid it quietly onto the small reading table beside him. Suddenly realising how close she was to him she froze, glad that his eyes were closed and his trademark glare not boring holes into her. He looked less the monstrous caricature he was portrayed as and, well, almost human. She found her hand reaching out towards him, before she fully realised what she was doing and unable to stop herself, she had run her fingers through the loose section of his hair and tucked it carefully behind his ear. She felt him move, his body tensing under her touch, and fear filled her body, her brain full of the hell he'd rain down on her if he woke now to find her leaning over him. Feeling her courage desert her she left as quickly and as quietly as possible.
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He'd woken with the feeling that he was being watched, he never slept deeply these days his safety depended upon it. He knew he was fairly safe where he was but you couldn't be too sure so he hadn't moved, pretending to sleep, waiting for the watcher to move on. He'd heard her quiet footsteps as she'd approached him, though not knowing it was her until she'd come close enough for him to catch the faint scent of her perfume, and wondered what she was doing. She paused in front of him, he wanted to open his eyes but he pushed his curiosity down not wanting to scare her by doing so and waited. He felt a gentle pressure on the book that was resting in his lap and relaxed his grip on it so she could take it and place it safely to one side. Of course the book, why else would she have dared enter his personal space, only her love of books would have driven her so close to him. He expected her to leave but she stayed where she was and he felt the air change slightly recognising the fear she felt at realising what she'd just done. Still she stayed, looking down on him, he wondered what she was thinking. Then suddenly her hand was touching his hair, twisting it around hers fingers before placing it behind his ear. He'd nearly leapt out of his skin at her touch. He'd tried to control the movement but knew his body had betrayed him. He had flinched, his instincts had kicked in urging him into flight, when was the last time someone had touched him without wanting to hurt him, he couldn't remember anyone wanting to touch him so gently. The feel of her fingers had been warm and soft and sent a fizz of energy across his body, his wretched heart skipped a beat, he snapped his eyes open but she was gone.