A/N: Yeah so I had this in my head last night and decided it needs to be put down. I don't own Being human blah blah blah :D
Read on.
In the days after Mitchell helped Annie learn to feel something had changed between them. Mitchell particularly but things felt different. He kept touching her and asking what it felt like. Annie was so caught up in the fact she could feel 'human' contact again that she complied willingly.
It was George who noticed the shift and after consulting Nina felt he best corner Mitchell. He did so one Wednesday afternoon while Annie was out chiselling Owens name off of her grave stone.
"You know, I've noticed something recently."
George stood at the entrance of the kitchen leaning against the arch staring at the vampire. Mitchell briefly looked up from his magazine to notice George before looking down again.
"Yeah, what's that then?"
The question was asked in a half arsed tone making it obvious that Mitchell didn't care what George had noticed. George stood up straight and folded his arms across his chest.
"You've been very tactile recently."
That defiantly got Mitchells attention away from the magazine.
"Excuse me?"
George nodded to himself.
"Yeah, really tactile. Not with me of course though you do enjoy the occasional hug, with Annie. Ever since she discovered how to feel again you've been all over her."
Mitchell was gobsmacked.
"I have not."
George laughed at the mortified look not plastered on Mitchell's face.
"You so have. If...If she's at the sink you have at least one hand on her waist. If sat at the table you touch her knee or hold her hand. The other night I walked in and the two of you were curled up on the sofa together with you playing with her hair!"
Mitchell's expression of shock had slowly morphed into one of agitation.
"George shut it, you don't know what you're talking about."
George however hadn't been listening and was caught up in his laughter.
"The best part is that she's just letting it happen like she doesn't even notice. You follow her around like a school boy with a crush and she..."
"George..."
"Oh my god."
"George stop it."
"You like her!"
"Stop it!"
"Mitchell are you in love with Annie?"
"I just..."
A faint popping noise cut him off and Annie appeared in the middle of the hallway. Walking towards the kitchen she greeted the two.
"Hey guys, what are you talking about?"
There was a tense pause as Mitchell and George stared at each other. After a short while Mitchell got up from his seat.
"Nothing."
Hs voice was a quiet mumble as he pushed past the two to go up stairs. Annie watched him leave with worried eyes realising for some reason he was in a mood. Turning to George she looked for an answer.
"George what's wrong? Did something happen I don't know about?"
George just shook his head.
"I think Mitchell just needs to think about a few things. How about you make us some tea, yeah?"
Annie nodded slowly taking one last look at the stairs Mitchell had just walked up before heading over to the kettle.
A/N: Well? was it worth me continuing?