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."

[lady_moon]

"Aww. My poor baby."

Moon slips out of the bed and comes up to help him, shooing away his hands so she can take over the unbuttoning of the shirt.

"Perhaps you should ask the boss for a raise?" she teases, eyes on the buttons. "Or maybe put up a sign 'No Minors Served Alcohol and No Making Fun of the Bartenders' Names'?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

His gaze comes to rest on her delicately-covered form, and he allows her to take over without protest.

"You think I actually get paid for this gig?"

"I signed up as pro bono back in the day 'cause I didn't need the money. And I'm pretty sure everything around here's been comp'ed since Mike ascended to Head Barman."

[lady_moon]

She giggles, dancing around him to pull the unbuttoned shirt from his shoulders.

"Not paid at all? Such a shame. You must love what you do then. But how about the sign?" Moon comes back around him, her movements graceful. "A sign can be very dangerous."

Or... could be made very dangerous.

"Like... acidic glitter or noxious ink for people who insist on making fun of bartenders?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy looks a little puzzled.

"Like... an attack sign? That sprays stuff?"

[lady_moon]

"A sneaky sign that would attack when provoked!"

She grins up at him.

She isn't being serious.



Well.

Maybe just a little.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm. Not a bad idea. I bet Mike'd go for it."

Indy chuckles at her.

"I can handle annoying customers normally though. Not reacting and not giving them a payoff is the best strategy."

[lady_moon]

"Mike is amusing. He makes me blush and laugh."

She looks him over, then decides the next course of action.

Fingers work open his belt and pull it off.

"Is he your dearest friend?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy nods slowly, not objecting to the further disrobing at all.

"Yep."

The confirmation doesn't need any explanation as far as he's concerned.

"That reminds me, actually. It's his birthday on Sunday—April Fools day. I need to be on the look-out for his usual set of pranks. And I guess I need to rustle up a gift."

[lady_moon]

"What kind of gift?"

Once she puts the belt aside, she starts work on his trousers.

"I've never gotten someone a gift for that kind of occasion. Only gifts to benefit them in times of need. Kind of like I've only ever received one gift myself, from a wizard here named Merlin."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Something cooking-related. Rare comics? A new Squeakins?" He sighs. "I dunno. I'm pretty crap at thinking up original gifts..."

As the loosed pants drop to his ankles, he breaks off, his line of thought completely de-railed now that her admission has sunk in.

"Wait... what? You've only ever received one gift in your entire life?"

He looks incredulous.

[lady_moon]

She bows down to pull the trousers from his ankles and stands up with them.

"Why would I be given gifts?" Moon smiles at him faintly. "I don't have a birthday and I've never been anywhere for a holiday when they're typically given."

Moon doesn't mind, of course.

"He gave me ever-blooming blue roses. They're very pretty." She sets aside his trousers with the shirt and belt.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"There doesn't have to be an official reason to give gifts, y'know? People can give them to show their appreciation, or to just make the recipient happy."

Indy is frowning now, as he stoops to pull off his socks. He mentally resolves to right this injustice at some point in the near future.