Indy's Suite

[lady_moon]

She knocks before entering, but it's quiet.

Well, it's late, it should be quiet.

Moon pads into the suite on her bare feet (she briefly wonders if she's ever owned shoes) and makes her way to Indy's room. The wolves behind her, she stops just over the threshold and turns to them.

"No. You two are staying in the living room. And don't go terrifying the other residents here, all right? Just... be good. Like... normal puppies or something."

Mons sits and tilts her head. Why can we not sleep at the foot of the bed as we did last time?

Because she and Indy intend to make puppies. Mare proudly states this, nuzzling Mons' muzzle.

Moon feels herself flush painfully. "We are not making puppies, Mare. You two are enough for me, thank you, and... just... no!" Gods of the multiverse, she felt so silly. "Go sleep by the sofa and behave."

Mons and Mare trot off, their voices distant to her as they talk between themselves, and she sighs and closes the door to Indy's room.

Puppies?

No.

No puppies, no kitties, no chicks, no calves, no babies.

Moon sheds her clothes, folding them neatly as she does, and chooses to conjure a creamy white slip to wear. She wasn't shy or modest by any stretch of the imagination, but she didn't want to just sit nude in Indy's bed.

That just seems tasteless to her.

She pulls down the sheet and blanket on one side and crawls in and looks around the room as she hadn't the last two times she'd been in it. It was an Indy room, she decides. Very much like him and very much like the rough and laughy drink he'd given her.

Slowly, she smiles, nestling down into the bed where she could smell him so easily.



Oh, she very much likes him, she decides as she waits for his bartending shift to end.

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

As promised, a little over an hour later, Indy lets himself into the still-oppressive climes of the suite. He pauses by the breakfast bar and pries his shoes off, letting them thud into the muddle of sneakers and boots next to Stampy's empty basket. The basket's normal occupant is across the hall with her dad tonight.

[lady_moon]

Mare lifts his head from Mons' back and watches Indy for a bit.

You have come to see the Lady? he asks the man sleepily.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy chuckles as he makes his way towards his bedroom.

"Well, yeah... since she's in my bed."

He nods at their location.

"She kicked you out?"

[lady_moon]

Mare sniffs indignantly.

You will make puppies and she doesn't want us watching.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy stops short of the bedroom door. His eyebrows gain a little height.

"She told you that? Or are you just assuming?"

[lady_moon]

She said no puppies and told us to sleep out here and behave.

However, he knew his Mistress had been terribly embarrassed, so he assumes she was just trying to cover up the puppy making.

He was a very wise wolf, after all.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy relaxes and chuckles again.

"But you know better."

"Y'think you've got the measure of us, don't you?"

[lady_moon]

She would not have told us to sleep here if there would be no mating.

But Mare approves of Moon taking this one as a mate -- he treated Moon like a person and not a bandage for old wounds.

Do you not want puppies with the Lady? If not, you should tell her so she can find a new mate.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy rewards the wolf with a fairly flat look.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not ruling out mating. But I don't think either of us are especially eager to... make puppies. Humans mate for other reasons too, y'know?"

He rests his hand on the door handle, then sends a smirk back to Mare.

"Besides, you ever think that maybe she's just tired of your snoring, Big Guy?"

[lady_moon]

Mare snorts and lays back down.

Sentients.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Chuckling contentedly to himself, Indy leaves the wolf behind and slips quietly into the bedroom.

It's cooler in here. A light breeze drifts in through open window, billowing the closed curtains slightly, and the ceiling fan beats a monotonous rhythm above. It's dimmer too, the only light being provided by a solitary lamp on the left bedside table.

The door snicks shut, and peace descends again. Somehow Indy doubts that she's asleep yet, but he announces his presence in a low, hushed tone anyway.

"Hi honey, I'm home."

[lady_moon]

No, she's not asleep.

Green eyes follow him as she sits up, the blanket pooling in her lap.

She smiles warmly at him, cheeks just mildly pink.

"It's very pleasant in here. Quiet, but the good kind of quiet. Peaceful." Moon looks around. "It's... you." Then she turns her eyes to him again, the moment of compliment over and the playful tone returns. "How was work, dear?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He smiles appreciatively at her kind words.

"Not too bad."

"Sorry I'm a bit later than I said. Had some bratty under-aged kid try and get beer from me, then make fun of my name. I had to set him straight on both fronts."

He rolls his eyes long sufferingly and starts to unbutton his shirt.

"The things I have to put up with."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

A grunt, practically a bark, whatever, no sense anymore. No more building fervor either, no more ascent, just a muscle-tightening view from the summit, and that sweet surging fall...

A fall through the rushing winds of euphoria, into the welcoming softness of another post-coital glow.

Indy lies on his back in the half-darkness, wide-eyes staring upwards. His sweat-sheened chest heaves, under another, as he tries to catch his breath.

[lady_moon]

Moon seems to be glowing exhaustedly.

Well, she might very well be truly, faintly glowing literally, like a moonbeam. She laughs as she pants, grinning down at him.

"Have we reached our limit?" she asks with a wide, pleased -- and quite sleepy -- grin.

It seems Moon has discovered the absolute enjoyment of intimacy with someone.

And she's not eager to let it go.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy's first response takes the form of an incoherent croak.

With considerable effort, he then manages to regroup his mental faculties and offer something decipherable.

"Dunno about ours, as a unit, but we passed mine quite some time ago."

He doesn't look unhappy about it though. Not in the slightest.

[lady_moon]

Her laugh is breathless and light as she moves off of him to lay tightly against him instead. She notes that muscles she hadn't been aware of are aching pleasantly.

As she lays there, Moon replays the evening and its activities through her mind and finds herself grinning again. Never... never... had she thought anything could be like that. What had happened to just being on her back while her partner took their pleasure with her? Indy certainly hadn't done that.

No, there had been that quiet, sure knowledge that this was meant to be a joint pleasure. That there would be no taking and leaving.

Moon wonders if she could ever settle for anything else now.

She chuckles roughly at the thought. "I think you've now ruined my work ethic," she teases him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Heh. Shame on me," Indy replies, with a distinct lack of remorse.

He's still wheezing a bit from the recent exertions, but composure is starting to return.

[lady_moon]

She's pleased.

Very pleased.

Moon closes her eyes and wraps an arm around Indy's chest, wriggling her way into a nice, comfortable position with her head resting on his shoulder.

"We could've stopped three hours ago, you know," she murmurs, a hint of amusement in her tone.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"I know," Indy concedes. "But then I'd have left myself open to a whole new round of old man stamina jokes."

He lifts his eyebrows and directs a lop-sided smile at her.

"Or, y'know, maybe I just couldn't help myself."

[lady_moon]

She manages a faint blush at the compliment before nuzzling against him with a long, exhausted sigh.

"I would never make fun of you," she giggles. "Perish the thought."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh," Indy deadpans, not buying it at all.

"I'd like that in writing."

Without disturbing her comfortable snuggle, he reaches out for the bedside table and starts fumbling around in the drawer for something.

[lady_moon]

Her eyes open.

"What are you doing? And I never put things in writing. Means I have to stick to it," she grins.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Not a bad philosophy," he says, a touch distractedly.

Her first query doesn't get an answer. A crease of frustration appears across his forehead as he continues to rummage. His search isn't yielding much so far.

"Dammit. Mike must've filched 'em again."

He sighs and slides the drawer shut again.

[lady_moon]

Moon lifts her head, trying to see what he was doing.

"Filched what?" She smiles. "And Mike goes through your drawers?"