It's been two days since the closet incident.

The. Longest. Days. Of. My. Entire. Life.

Indy and I haven't have barely seen each other, and why, might you ask?

Because my bloody father is driving us crazy with jobs to do!

Archaeologists are all mad. Even if you love one that might possibly love you back but your love is forbidden because of an age difference, that archaeologist, and all others for that matter, are all mad.

Our contact simply consists of glances occasionally and lighthearted conversations.

It really does suck.

The afternoon stretches on and I decide to take a break from digging in the tomb. I climb out and walk to the water basin in the center of the camp site. Bending over, I dunk my face and hands only in the basin, shivering as the surprisingly cold water touches my heated face.

Keeping my eyes closed so the water doesn't run into them, I grope for a towel. I feel fabric brush against my outstretched hands and grab it, drying my hands.

I lean forward to press my face into the towel and jump back to find two hands meeting my face instead.

"I'm quite affronted by the fact you think I'm a face towel." He chuckles, looking deep into my eyes.

Before I can say anything witty in reply, or even start to enjoy the touch on my cheeks, his hands are gone. I blink in disappointment.

"You might as well be a face towel." I mutter darkly, not liking the fact that I am no longer having physical contact with this guy. "I haven't seen you in ages. I...I miss you."

With a small but equally heart-breaking smile at my speech, he gathers my clean hands in his.

Okay, I'm happy again.

"Your hands are so small." He laughs, staring down at them with high curiosity.

I think about the difference between my hands and his (coarse and utterly huge) and laugh. "Well, I'm happy to say that yours are far bigger." I tease, glancing from our lone physical connection to his face.

"They're like little rose petals, smooth, but so breakable." He continues to muse, tracing the line of my fingers and wrist.

"I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't try and find out how breakable they are." I joke, wishing I didn't have to pretend that we were just friends for the public eye.

"Like I could. You'd kick my ass." He points out, much to my satisfaction.

"True." I agree with a nod.

He leans forward, lifting my hand to his lips. A petite, secretive kiss is planted there and for quite a few seconds I feel frozen.

With a meaningful wink, he walks away, disappearing into the tomb.

Once my breathing returns to normal, I sag against the side of the water basin.

I am hopeless.

In love, yet completely and utterly hopeless.

Did I ever mention how wonderfully brilliant you all are? WE REACHED THE GOAL OF 700 REVIEWS! HYSTERICAL SCREAMING AND PARTYING FOR HOURS ON END. I'm so honored that I've gotten so many reviews for my first story in this pairing. It really makes me so grateful. You all kick so much ass that you should all star in some of those karate movies. Seriously.

Anyways, please keep reviewing. The next couple shots will be like this, fluff. Be happy, because fluff from me is unusually rare. Enjoy it while you can before I kill all the characters off. Just kidding! No, I would never do that.

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