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Her feet sink a little in the snow-like sand. The sky is a deep lavender with dark clouds and two partial moons hovering high in the heavens. In the darkness, the sand doesn't shine too brightly, and the ocean looks more mossy than emerald, except where it rushes up to meet the land.

In the distance is a tall castle, battlements shadowy and flags flapping in the gentle wind. The air smells pure, clean, with a slight tang of salt.

Moon spins about in the sand, delighting in being home, and her laughter carries over the water.

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Moon happily snuggles against him in a very innoncent manner.

"Would you?" she asks with a grin. "My dancing is not that awe-inspiring, Indy." She gives him a gentle nudge with her elbow.

"Yeah it is, compared to most everything else I've ever seen," Indy counters. "Y'can be as modest as y'like about it, but I reckon the coroner would've had a helluva job getting the goofy smile off my face."

He waggles his eyebrows at her.

"Don't forget, my opinion's the only one that counts."

She holds up a hand in a swearing motion.

"Oh, heavens forbid I forget that universal truth: Indy's opinions is the only one that counts."

Moon is enjoying herself.

And it surprises her.

She looks out at the sea again, then looks at him.

"Do you... swim... Indy?"

"Sure do," he confirms. "Like a fish. 'Cept, y'know, with less scales and fins and underwater breathin'."

The grin is back.

"You wanna take a dip?"

"Only if you do."

He'd been to a lake party all weekend, after all, and she didn't want him to be forced back into the water if he'd rather just sit on the shore and talk.

But yes, she very much wanted it. It'd been a long time since she'd indulged in swimming.

"I reckon I wouldn't mind," he says with a placid nod.

"Water looks pretty inviting."

He hadn't actually swum much over the weekend's festivities. In fact, he'd kept an untypically reserved and low key profile during most of the event, due to the fact that his closest friends were all scarce for one reason or another.

"It's always inviting."

Moon pulls herself away from Indy and stands up. Without any hesitation, because the tarot card has no need for modesty, she unlaces the corset.

"At least there's no trash or glass or unpleasant shells to cut your feet on!"

Meanwhile, Indy dumps his boots and bag into the sand and shrugs out of his jacket. "Definitely a bonus," he says, unfastening the buttons of his shirt. It is promptly stripped off as well.

"Swim trunks necessary?" he wonders, glancing up at her as he gets to his feet.

His eyes widen slightly, though not in shock.

"Heh... I guess not."

Her corset falls to the sand and she half turns to look at him, her fingers on her skirt.

"That's silly. Wearing clothes to go in the water. Have you ever thought about how counterproductive that is?" She gives him a look that expresses just how silly she thinks swimming clothes are, then drops her skirt.

In the moonlight, the only mark on her body can be seen easily: a crescent moon tattooed on her stomach, low between her hip and her pubic area. All the tarot have such markings somewhere on their body.

Indy pauses in the removal of his pants, not ogling her per se, but visibly taken by her naked form. It's quite sublime.

"Heh. Don't worry," he says, completing his divestment. "No shame here—I'm all about nudity. I was just checkin'."

Not that he really expected her to desire anything different.

"Nudity is freedom. If I could, I'd probably never wear clothes. It's why I don't wear shoes."

She skips down to the water, wading in a few feet, then dives under. She's not under long before she burst through the surface, flipping her hair back and grinning at him.

"Besides, it's not like you would accost a girl on the first date!" she calls to him.

"Oh. It's a date now?" Indy says, plodging into the shallows. He sounds pretty amused. "Ten minutes ago you weren't even sure we were friends."

A small breaker surges around his thighs as he wades deeper.

"At this rate we'll be in Vegas by morning."

"I will never go to Vegas with a man," she says with a laugh. "Ruin and Mary Anne went for a holiday and came back married. I don't think I'd like marriage."

Moon doesn't likes cages.

She ducks under the water again, swimming closer to him, before popping up again.

"Just kiddin', sweetheart."

His expression cools a little.

"Don't think I've got another marriage in me."

Almost out of his depth now, he pushes off silently and strokes forward a little ways. He then breaks and starts treading water, not fazed by the undulating swell of the rollers. He just bobs there, waiting for his companion to join him.

Which she does, floating there in front of him with a large smile.

"Another marriage? Then you've tried it before?"

She lets the current carry her even closer to him, but she doesn't invade his personal space.

"For a short while," he informs her. "Over a decade ago."

His face remains fairly blank.

"She died in a plane crash not long after we tied the knot."

Her smiles fades.

It's like the sun setting, the brightness slowly dying into twilight.

She floats closer and reaches for his hand in the water.

Moon, however, doesn't say anything because there wasn't anything to say. She isn't one to offer useless words.

He takes her hand instinctively when he feels it. The waves keep up their rhythm, rolling on by towards their destiny of soft crashes and gentle sifting.

After a long peaceful moment, Indy speaks up.

"Hey. Long time ago."

He squeezes her hand reassuringly.

"It's okay. Smile."

"Seriously. Your sad face is killing me here."

She pounces him in a big hug, tight and heartfelt.

Then she shoves him under the water and dashes off in the opposite direction, her laugher echoing.

Indy comes up sputtering and laughing, all at the same time.

"Oh, you've done it now, Missy!" he calls after her. "Nobody dunks Indiana Jones and gets away with it! Not even sexy tarot cards."

And with that, he starts to give chase through the pristine waters.

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