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Chapter the 4th wherein our hero and heroine are genuflecting their navels, and the cause of the noise... but I still am not explaining the rubber gloves...
Chapter 4
The Hallway Incident
Annie popped into her room and slumped down onto her overstuffed chair. She was miraculously overdressed in as many clothes as her brain could create for her. All grey of course, and they were variants on what she died in. Annie had often thought that when she was under pressure, or stressed, her consciousness did the only thing it could think of to protect her - apart from vanishing, she instead went to a virtual M and S and stocked up on woollies.
"Stupid stupid stupid. No, no, why did you do that and panic, he was trying so hard.."
as the tears cascaded down her face, and vanished as they left her chin.
Whenever something left her, within a millisecond, it vanished. Her mind was keeping her ether together. She wiped her nose with her sleeve – it didn't matter she thought, no-one had to do the washing on that.
Surely she could control her stability. She knew after that business with Owen she was affected when her confidence faltered.
She loved Mitchell, she trusted him to tell her what he was thinking, he wouldn't do to her what Owen did...
Annie stuck out her chin and felt empowered. Think yourself solid would be her new motto.
"I'm going out that door and I'm going to do to him what he wants to do to me."
This was her new mission statement.
Annie stood up, and the door slammed hard in her face.
With a frown on her tear soaked face, she went to open the bedroom door – this was unusual as most doors were open to her without thinking. It must mean that her confidence was not as high as she thought – or maybe something was trying to protect her. The door handle was slippery in her grasp, and after three tries at catching the jamb by surprise, when it wasn't looking, she damned it solidly and poofed into the hallway instead to find...
A few minutes earlier...
Mitchell was lying on his bed in the dark. He hadn't bothered to throw his jeans onto the floor along with the rest of his wardrobe; he had just unzipped them. He was so distracted that he had forgotten to get undressed.
Annie took tremendous pleasure (when she was in a good mood) in tidying up his room, marvelling at how a man with so few clothes could make such a mess. Often his gloves appeared in unusual places, ( down the back of the sofa, stuck with George's socks).She never knew (until recently) what ever happened to his underwear, and she surmised that they must normally have made it into some mysterious wash basket.
However, in the past few weeks she discovered that he just didn't have any underwear.
At all.
Apart from a few pairs of boxers that George had purchased for him, on her behalf, for the past few Christmases as a quirky Annie joke. Well, that saved on the laundry, a bit. She tried not to think about that too much.
Mitchell was still lying on the bed. Staring at the dark ceiling. He could see a bit more in the dark than the average human, but considering all he saw on this occasion was a bit of mould in the corner and a crack that followed the line of the rafters above him, it didn't make him jump for joy.
He bit his lip, and drew blood. That didn't help.
What could he do that would show that he cared for and loved his friend without giving her the impression that he was sex starved and after her blood, and how would he get to do something about it.
This was ultimately the bottom line. He mentally drew up a list.
Be celibate and platonic about the whole thing.
Scratch Number one on the list for obvious reasons. What was the point of the list if he had that one on there.
Attack George instead
Scratch Number three on the list. Nina would object, and George would make a face at him and just smells of dog anyway so lets not even think about that.
Try again at the threesome idea, after he a good feed. No, that kind of defeated the object of being good, and there's no guarantee he could control himself, and he couldn't share Annie anymore,..he wanted to look in her big brown/blue eyes when he...
He sat up.
Her eyes changed when she was angry.
Angry and OK = Solid Annie.
Upset= Squishy invisible Annie
"You stupid,blind, invisible arse" he said to the mirror as he stood up. He was really speaking to himself but as usual he didn't see his mussed up bed head reply. He headed to her room.
Mitchell pulled open the door, after removing some detritus from around it. He paused to do his zip up. To find Annie staring at him from the end of the corridor as he was ...doing his zip up.
"Was it good for you?"
She had her hands on her hips and raised her Anniebrow.
"What? Jeeesus Annie.. Cant I go for a pee?" pretending to head in the opposite direction to her room, he took a half step, and then stood uncomfortably for a moment.
Annie gave her guffaw response, " Yeah, right. Doing it up"
"OK, you got me." He paused when he remembered the zip. "Nooo, I wasn't .. " he was then confronted with Annielipcurl.
"Look , look, that doesn't matter. I wanted to explain.. to tell you that, I'm different. If you want to wait, I'll wait and we can work out how to ..connect..." (sexy smile attempt no.1 ) "...how we want to. Its not like we haven't got time, sweetheart."
He tried his sexy smile no 2, then he gave up as he knew it was too much of a nervous one to work.
Annie took a deep unnecessary breath in and started to walk provocatively towards Mitchell, stretching her arms out to brush the walls of the hallway with her finger tips .
" The time is now, Mitchell. Are you ready for me? I have some ideas."
He reacted by straightening up from his customary slouch and looking sidelong at the approaching ghost. Small smile...
Annie decided now that this wasn't quick enough for her and she poofed all of the three remaining three yards right into his surprised face, so that he fell backwards down the short stairway that led to the loo, and grabbed her to try and save himself.
Mitchell hit the floor hard with his rear end, and gave the nosey werewolves something to think about downstairs. Leaning back on his elbows, nose to nose with Annie leaning over him, Mitchell looked scared – for someone who was potentially the most dangerous in the house, that was a bit of a score on Annie's part.
She looked deeply into his eyes and Mitchell was pleased to see her eyes were clear blue crystal.
" Err, Annie, I think you're a bit more solid than usual," then he made a face, "and my arse is so sore..."
Annie giggled at his frown, she couldn't help it , then scrambled to help him up, thereby pulling him into her embrace, stroking his hair all the way down as he rested his chin wearily on her shoulder.
"Let me see what we can do about that "
