A/N: I do not own being human. If I did there would have been way more A/M moments in season 2

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Annie had always gotten on better with Mitchell than George, not that she didn't love George because she did but she and Mitchell just had this...thing. Maybe it was something to do with the fact they were both technically dead in some shape or form.

It didn't matter really, the point is something is there.

Right now, at this very moment the two of them are sat on the floor of Annie's room facing each other with their fingertips touching. Mitchell has a bemused expression as he watches the woman opposite him whose face has been pulled into one of concentration.

"Stop thinking so much Annie."

He leans forward slightly a grin on his handsome face. Annie's nose wrinkles as she tries to ignore him but in the end the charming grin wins her over and she leans back.

"I'm never going to get this right. I'm just going to stay squishy forever!"

Mitchell's laughter rings out and he takes Annie's hands in his.

"You're doing fine darlin' just try and clear your mind. You need to relax." Squeezing her hands he continues. "You have a base, you know you can feel something even if it's not what it was when you were human. Use that to your advantage, focus less on making your hand solid and more on the feel of it."

With a sigh and a nod Annie closed her eyes before Mitchell spoke again.

"Remember what it feels like to have someone touch you. The pressure of contact, that tingling feeling that remains after a caress..."

Annie bit her lip as her over active imagination ran away with her. The mix of Mitchell's low, quiet voice speaking to her and the slow circles his thumb unconsciously drew on the back of her hand where making her think things she shouldn't about her Irish housemate.

In fact Mitchell had taken the time Annie's eyes were closed to stare at the ghost.

Lord she's beautiful.

"Thi-"

Mitchell suddenly chuckled which caused Annie's brow to crease slightly in confusion.

"Annie..."

"Hmm?"

"Annie you're blushing."

Her eyes snapped open in shock and her hands left Mitchells to cover her cheeks.

"No I can't be. I-I...what? Ghosts don't blush."

Mitchell cracked up laughing as Annie's embarrassment and lent sideways to rest on the armchair.

"Apparently they can because you look like a tomato."

Annie gave an embarrassed laugh and hid her face in her hands.

"Mitchell stop it."

"Me? I didn't do anything! Or did I?"

He leant forward towards Annie and pulled her hands away from her face. She looked up to see Mitchells grinning face and noticed the hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Annie what exactly were you thinking about just then?"

Her eyes went wide and she burst into a fit of giggles herself before hitting Mitchell in the arm and moving to sit up against the chair.

"Sod off Mitchell in your dreams."

With a laugh the vampire moved next to her. He held his hand out and waited till she slipped her ghostly fingers between his. There was a moment of stillness before they turned to each other. Mitchell with a grin and Annie with her eyes wide.

"Your hand is cold...I can feel it."

"Me too."

A/N:You can say aww now :P not sure if i'm going all out on this or just leaving it as a one shot. I have a few more idea's but I'm going to leave it up to you guys if i should continue