I'm once again speeding at breakneck pace in the middle of the desert, the dim light of the moon being my only guide along the dusty road.

I am startled to find headlights gleaming at me from ahead. I squint at them.

Coming from the direction of the camp...

With a shout of surprise, I slam the brakes down nearly flying out of my seat when I stop. The other car stops as well, pulling up in front of me.

My brave eagerness and determination is suddenly replaced with terrified hesitancy as he suddenly steps from the car.

We're five feet apart, a safe boundary--one where we won't be drawn to each other like two magnets.

He's glaring at me, light brown hair ruffling in the wind. I'm standing, hands behind my back as I rock back and forth on my heels rather nervously.

"I'm not going to apologize for what happened." I warn him, staring deftly at the ground.

"Neither am I."

The cynical sarcasm is honey thick in his voice and I can't help but flinch.

"You shouldn't do that to me, Indy." I tell him.

"Do what?" The sarcasm is gone, he sounds genuinely concerned.

"Put me into situations where I am NOT in control." I say flatly, anger prickling within me. "Being that close to you..in such a confined space...kissing you.." I blush at this part, "That was not healthy for me."

He raises an eyebrow. "Healthy?"

I sigh, crossing my arms over my chest. "I don't think you realize what you do to me when you're around. I. LOSE. IT."

"What are you talking about, sweetheart?" He asks incredulously.

I start to respond but he cuts me off. "I am the one who should have stopped what happened. But, Marion, I just couldn't stop myself. You were there, I was there, and...one thing just led to another."

"You could have stopped me. We both know I couldn't have stopped by myself." I explained to him.

"Like I could do much better." He rolls his eyes. "Marion, I don't think you get it. Every time you so much as MOVE you've got me on my hands and knees."

I blink at him, my heart once again hammering in my chest. How the hell does he do that?! We're not even touching an I'm suffering from cardiac arrest!

"So...if you had control over me and I had control over you, whose to blame?" I somehow feeling that in the end I'll still be the one to blame for this whole incident.

He doesn't answer, the obstinate glare back on is face.

"Why did you do it?' I ask quietly, glancing up at the moon, a pale, expressionless face in the sky.

"I told you Marion, you do it all to me. I go numb when you're around. I'm blind, deaf and mute. I'm gone, but I don't ever remember leaving."

Wow. That was basically the summary of my feelings in a nutshell as well.

"So, where does this leave us then?" He asks after a short silence.

I look over at him fully for the first time, a sly idea coming to my head. With as much non-chalance as possible, I answer. "It leaves the two of us, in the middle of the desert, at night."

He starts to move forward but then stops himself.

"We can't let anyone know about this. It's a secret."

I scoff, stepping closer, "Obviously."

"We have to be discreet. We can't act any closer than friends."

Another step. "I'm a good liar and actress, you don't have to worry."

He stops, grinning down at me. The electric current is up and running between the two of us again, pulling me into those startling eyes. A grin stretches his lips as he cups my cheek.

"Acting and lying, good qualities. But do you happen to be any good at kissing?"

Oh Lord, how much more of this can I TAKE?!

"You tell me." I answer faintly.

With that light, playful and oh-so-sexy chuckle that I love so much, Indiana Jones then proceeds to press his lips to mine.

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