"Shit." I curse, nervous sweat leaking down my temples.

Only I could get myself into this kind of bloody stupid situation.

I got my pick axe stuck in the wall of the tomb.

Taking hold of the tool with both hands, I wrench it with all my might, leaning back and giving all my weight into trying to pull it out.

I don't even know HOW this happened. But I hit the stone too hard, and now the stupid thing won't come out.

I groan and stifle a scream of frustration.

"C'mon." I coax under my breath, not caring if anyone stares oddly (Which they are. My reputation is not helped).

"OI! Ravenwood!"

I ignore the voice, biting my lip as I pull furiously at the immovable pick axe.

"Need some help?"

I whip around and snap at the dimwit who's talking to me, "No, of course I don't need help. I'm just pretending that my archaeological tool is stuck in a wall to spite myself."

With a chuckle, Indiana Jones walks over to me, a sauntering grace about him that makes my heart clench.

"Here," He says calmly, reaching forward and around me, placing his hands on mine, "Try pulling it up and then out."

"You don't think I tried that?" I ask sharply, affronted.

"I'm sure you did, Marion." He murmurs soothingly in my ear, hot breath surrounding and fogging my thoughts.

And...cue the melting of Marion Ravenwood's entire body.

"I did." I say firmly, refusing to look at him for his sake (I don't think it matters much, but when Abner is pissed off enough, he will use his shot gun. I'm not kidding).

"But you're not tall enough to pull it directly up." He counters.

I scowl, because that's all the wit I can come up with.

"Alright, on a count of three, I'm going to lift you up and you're going to pull this troublesome object up and out of the wall, alright?"

I'm about to protest heavily, knowing I will fall on the ground, but I bite my tongue back and nod anyways.

"Okay." I say faintly.

"One." He starts to count down, placing his hands on my waist. I thank God my shirt is tucked in.

"Two." I bend my knees, flexing my fingers as I prepare to jump.

"Three." I leap up, stretching my hands upward. I grab the pick axe and yank it out of the wall. For a fraction of a second, triumph washes over me and I let out a yell of happiness.

And somewhere in the midst of my victory, I don't happen to remember that I am suspended in mid-air. I topple down, my back slamming against Indy's chest as we fall together.

"Ugh." I groan, my head throbbing.

Once again, this could only occur to me.

"Marion! Are you alright? I'm sorry!" Indy nearly shouts, making my head hurt even more.

"Don't apologize." I grunt. "Just shut your yap, alright?"

I lay there for a second or so, trying to relieve my aching muscles by remaining still. The rise and fall of Indy's chest as he laughs below my back makes me move as well.

It's now that I realize his hands have completely encircled my waist. My scrawny, shirt-ridden-up-five-inches, BARE waist.

He's touching me, fingers and palms against the naked flesh on my hips.

Skin on skin.

For the first time in God-knows-how-long, Indiana Jones and I are making the closest physical contact since the closet incident.

We're so lucky that no one can see us in this secluded corner in the tomb.

Is there a reason I'm not breathing?

A reason I've suddenly become gelatinous in my legs and arms?

I feel him shift underneath me, and we both stand, though I stagger as my head pounds. Ow.

His grip is gone from my waist, a fact I take in with heavy but quiet disappointment.

A staring contest for a few moments, and then he asks, "You should probably go take a break. You look dazed."

Oh really, Jones? I hadn't noticed.

He turns, and then turns back, an uneasy but still relaxed smirk on his face. "Don't ever let me touch you again, Marion." His eyes linger on me, and his smirk grows bigger. "Didn't anyone ever teach you that teasing is not a virtue, sweetheart?"

And with that said, he walks away.

I sag against the wall, pick axe still in hand as I remind myself to take deep, much needed breaths.

I...

Ugh.

Shit.

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