Indy's Suite
Mar. 31st, 2007 07:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_moonShe 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.
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.
