It happens as I sit for a minute down in the tomb. All I do is look over at him as he laughs at some joke Oxley just told, his hazel eyes twinkling and his hair rustling as he runs a hand through it.

It happens, and I have no way to stop it.

I crack.

Two weeks. TWO. WEEKS.

Two weeks without kissing Indiana Jones, hugging Indiana Jones or even allowing myself to day dream of Indiana Jones (Okay, so maybe I DID dream of him, but I really had no control, mind you.).

Two weeks.

And I just can't bloody take it anymore.

I leap up and stalk across the dusty floor. Not caring how incredibly desperate I appear. I walk right up to him as he bends over a bunch of maps.

"Indiana Jones, may I speak to you?" Did I say that? And since when do I sound all commando?

He whips around and his eyes widen, while I wonder how angry I actually look.

"Okay." He shrugs.

No one notices as we leave the tomb, mostly because one of the workers just passed out and everyone is tending to him. I grab Indy's hand, so coarse and large as I drag him out of the people filled area to a more...secluded area.

I yank him into my tent, zipping up the flap and turning towards him. I cross my arms over my chest and glare. The tension is thick like honey in the tent, and we both know why I'm pissed as hell.

And make no mistake, I'm not only pissed. I'm merciless.

"I-..." He trails off and falls into staring at me, a look on his face that I can't even begin to discern.

I glare even harder.

An apology is forming on his lips, I can tell, an apology for something that is not even his fault. Poor sap.

I cut him off, "Henry Jones, if you don't kiss me right now I swear that you WILL have something to apologize about."

I'm expecting him to object, asking me if I have any sense of how risky this is. I'm expecting to be revolted by my blatant announcement. I'm expecting him to walk out my tent while calling me a madwoman.

Heh, I wouldn't blame him.

But that Jones...always possessing the element of surprise, that one.

A smile of great wicked mischievousness makes its way onto his face and my heart rattles in my ribcage.

He crosses the distance between us in two giant steps and, grabbing me by the waist, pulls me into a kiss.

OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod!!

I don't have to think about reacting this time. My arms are almost instantly locked around his neck, and my lips are fully responding to his. Not that it matters, I don't even register anything going on outside our lips. All I know is that I'm getting the most mind-blowing kiss of my life.

He's not hesitant like the first two times we kissed, and neither am I. Our lips are glued, sewn, and possibly welded together as countless amounts of seconds tick by.

I can't even begin to describe how GREAT this feels. How floaty my head feels, how unstable my whole body feels right now. How long I've waited for this, how many times I wished/dreamt/fantasized about this moment. I just...I seriously want to do nothing else but melt into a puddle on the ground floor of my tent.

Indy's hands reach up and cup my face and he pulls away for all of one point five seconds before assassinating me with another array of kisses.

"You" --kiss on the lips-- "are the most" --kiss on the forehead-- "sneaky" --peck on the lips-- "little" --another-- "vixen" --a longer kiss this time, say, five seconds or so-- "I have ever" --A REALLY LONG KISS-- "met!"

If I could answer...hell, if I could even form a coherent thought right now, I'd probably tell him that he is really being too kind. But at the moment, I happen to be a wee bit preoccupied by some intense lip action on his behalf

I eventually gather up enough will power to mumble, "Well, I try." Into his lips. It has a rather interesting effect, my lips vibrating with my voice as I continue to kiss this idiot for all I'm bloody worth.

He manages to separate our lips and gathers me to his chest, burying his face into my hair. "I missed you." He murmurs, kissing my temple. "I missed all of you."

"Mmmm." I hum along, a smug grin stretching across my face as I thread my fingers through his tousled hair.

"I can't see how we'll be able to keep this up." He says after a few minutes of holding me, pulling back to look me in the eye.

I'm nearly struck dumb by the blatant honesty in his eyes. I find that I want to just stay like this forever, in his arms, forever oblivious to the potentially murderous fathers that lurk nearby. I kiss Jones quickly and press my forehead up against his.

"I guess we'll just have to make these little moments count, right?" I ask with a grin, placing a palm on his jaw.

"If only they could last forever." He sighs dramatically.

Ha, took the words right out of my mouth.

"We'll make time, darling." I say lightly, detaching myself from him with a devilish smile. I walk to the flap of the tent and begin to walk out. "Take care of yourself, now. We don't want those sexy lips of yours getting damaged."

A bewildered blink is all I get from him before I return to the tomb, my entire body encased in a happy, bubbling, simply infernal bout of giggles.

A vixen he calls me? Ha.

At least I'm not the tempting god with the amazing hat.

Now THAT is something is something to be serious about, let me tell you.

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