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]

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.

[lady_moon]

She shrugs and smiles at him.

"I don't need gifts. How can I want something I've never had, anyway?"

Moon turns and crawls back into the side of the bed she's claimed as hers and snuggles down pleasantly.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy follows her and slides under the top sheet on the opposite side of the bed. Fortunately, the side she has claimed is in line with the side that Indy put her on when brought her up last week. i.e. not his side. There may have been 'discussions' if she'd decided to switch.

"It's not a case of wanting," he says, propping himself up on one elbow.

"More... deserving."

[lady_moon]

She turns toward him, mimicking his position.

"It's a silly thing. I don't need to be given things. I'm content."

You can become resigned to just about anything.

Moon inches a little closer to him.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure you are."

He reaches up and teases a strand of her hair through his fingers.

"Just sayin..."

[lady_moon]

Moon giggles.

"I like the things you say. They tend to make very simple sense to me."

Now she rolls onto her other side and scoots back until her back is pressed comfortably against the curve of Indy's body.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy lifts an eyebrow at her shift in position.

"Y'know, in most cultures you just made it loud and clear that I'm not getting any tonight."

He sounds amused.

[lady_moon]

She turns to face him, cheeks flushed bright red.

"I don't know how to do this," she informs him. "It's different when it's all part of someone's cards and I seduce them and they have me and I leave and it's easier that way and I like you so much and I think I want to but I don't know how to go about this and--"

She'll keep going until Indy shuts her up because she thinks she's disappointing him in some way and she's not certain how to do it right.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Smiling very fondly, Indy extends his index finger and touches it lightly to her lips.

"Ssssh."

"You're doing just fine."

[lady_moon]

Big eyes stare up at him as she closes her mouth.

Moon nods and seems to visibly relax.

"The wolves thought we would be making puppies," she says instead. "Do I look like the puppy-making type to you?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"I know. Mare and I had a little chat before I joined you."

He shakes his head, still smiling.

"It's not really an appearance thing, sweetheart. But I know you don't have any desire to have children."

"I don't either, just for the record." Not currently anyway.

[lady_moon]

"Children aren't for the tarot." She frowns a little. "At least, not the Major Arcana. I don't think any of us would make good parents. How can you be a parent when you've never had one yourself... or even been a child?"

She cuddles close to him, fingers touching his throat absently.

"I think we'd make terrible parents."

The Major Arcana, not her and Indy.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"You might be right, I guess. Sorta makes sense."

Indy nods at her rationale, taking the last statement the correct way.

"There's a good chance that neglectful fathering could run in my family. I'm not quite as obsessive about my work as dad. But..."

He wrinkles his nose and shrugs.

[lady_moon]

"This is an unpleasant topic. Unpleasant topics are... well... unpleasant."

She decides on a much more pleasant one.

Moon leans up a little to press her lips to his, taking his hand in hers.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Her advance is very welcome.

An agreeable murmur escapes him as he meets it and turns the soft pressure into an expressively deep kiss.

[lady_moon]

There is a little, plaintive moan in the back of her throat, but she eagerly gives herself over to the kiss. It was odd, she reflects, to be like this.

In a man's bed that didn't need her for something, to soothe some emotionally raw need.

Strange.

But lovely.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy slides a hand over her hip and draws it slowly up her back. It comes to rest between her shoulder blades, where its gentle caresses also serve a supporting purpose.

Elsewhere, the kiss intensifies somewhat, while never losing its warmth and tenderness.