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Unexpected.
He leant down in the corridor, picking up the broach that had settled in the darkest corner. He shifted some of the dust that was gathering on it, and held it up to the light, admiring it. He was intrigued as to why somebody would leave it there. He shrugged to himself and stood up. When he heard footsteps approaching the hallway he spun around, losing his balance and colliding with the wall, feeling the flesh on his shoulder tear. He winced.
When he saw who was walking down the hallway, he wiped his eyes angrily, not wishing for her to see him. His stomach flipped backwards unpleasantly as he watched her approach.
"Hello. You look like you're in pain." Her voice floated towards him.
"No kidding." He knew that he sounded short with her, and almost walked over to her when a look of hurt flickered briefly across her face, before being replaced with the look of quiet intelligence. He could feel curiousness roll off of her in waves.
He held his breath as she stepped closer, before he stumbled backwards slightly, his back hitting the wall. He hissed and gritted his teeth as the wall brushed up against her wound. Her eyes glanced at him in concern for a moment, before she went back to studying his hands, which were still holding the broach he had picked up earlier. His fingers were skimming over the cool metal as he fiddled with it nervously. Luna continued ot step closer, watching his fingers intently.
He placed his shaking hands on her shoulders, attempting to stop her from coming closer.
It didn't work.
He desperately wanted her to go, to leave him alone, and to stop his heart from thrashing against his ribcage. His blood was pounding in his throat.
His breath hitched as he felt her cool fingers dance across his own, gently prying the jewellery from his grasp. His gaze was locked onto hers, and before he realised it, he had pulled his wrist back to station it over his head, which had pulled her arm along with it. Her vacant eyes went wide with surprise, and it was all too much; he was too far gone, the temptation was there and it just felt so real. The texture of her body, the swish of her blonde hair. So he leant down and kissed her lightly. The broach was sent to the floor with a clatter.
"I – Luna – damnit – I'm sorry." She calmly leant down, picked up the broach, and stood in front of Dean.
"Can you help me find the rest of my stuff?" He slipped an arm around her waist. She looked up at him and smiled. He grinned.
"Sure."
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17/11/08