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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[lady_moon]

Moon touches him lightly at first, until she's more certain of herself, then that grip becomes firm. She remembers things, fragmentally, from previous encounters she has.

She remembers instructions and demands.

So she waits for Indy's instructions, his demands.

And she waits.

When they don't come, she puzzles out that... maybe... there would be none. Only her choices and what she wanted to do.

She thinks about that.

What did she want to do?

Slowly, shyly, she bends her head to him. She's grateful for her hair that falls around her to hide her face as she takes that first, timid sweep with her tongue.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy's eyes pop open initially. They pop wide open. His head lifts up, and there's another relatively sharp intake of breath. But then, as that first spark of excitement filters into a more manageable flow of exhiliration, his eyelids gradually fall again, until they become quite tightly shut, and his head settles back into the pillow.

His hand finds her forearm and applies reassuring strokes, clenching sometimes when she breaks the rhythm or changes her focus. But that's it as far as his involvement is concerned. For the next little while, he just lays back and indulges, letting her work without guidance, and rewarding her with the almost constant thrum of his luxuriating moans.

[lady_moon]

She is by no means an expert, and it does show.

However, his touches and sounds, the reactions of his body, make her quite proud of what skill she does possess.

Very proud.

Moon stops, a little breathless, and demurely shifts her position so she is straddling his thighs with her hands on his wrists so she can lightly pin him to the mattress. She leans forward with a dancer's grace, her slip cool against him, and smiles at him. She's almost close enough to kiss him, and if she stretched the full-length of her upper body, she could.

But she doesn't.

She just smiles.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy looks up at her. There's no hiding the longing in his gaze, mingled in with the deep appreciation. It's not desperate per se, but it's powerful, and founded on far more than lust.

He eventually manages to comment.

"I take it there was nothing that tasted like beetles down there."

[lady_moon]

"Not that I was aware of," she replies lightly, her delight at his gaze apparent in her own. "But, if you would like, I could always try again just to be sure..."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"I'd like that a lot," he confesses.

"But I think you've earnt a little break first."

His hands are already teasing up the silky material that covers her torso.

[lady_moon]

She grins at him, resting her palms on his chest.

"Have I?" Moon arches into his touch some. "Well, far be it from me not to let a gentleman express his appreciation for my talents," she teases.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Oh, there'll be appreciation alright," he blusters.

He then frowns when the slip meets the resistance of her planted arms.

"Little help here?"

[lady_moon]

She giggles, sitting back and pulling the slip off herself and letting it fall to the floor.

"Is that better?" she asks, her eyes sparkling with mild mischief.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy raises himself a bit, in order to smooth his hands down her newly-naked sides.

"I think 'better' is a very relative term. Especially after the treatment I just received."

[lady_moon]

She shivers, sighing pleasantly.

"I'm flattered you feel so about my attentions," she murmurs, touching his stomach lightly. She swallows, keeping her eyes on a spot on his chest, feeling her cheeks flush again as she whispers, "I like how you look at me."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"That's good," he decides, "'cause I can't really help it."

His gracious smile twists into a brassy smirk.

"And if you like that..."

Without warning, he effortlessly lifts her onto the other side of the bed, and moves himself into a straddle across her thighs.

"...you're gonna love this."

[lady_moon]

As Indy showers kisses on her chest, making his way down her stomach, Moon feels her face flush again. This time, though, the flushing starts at the swell of her breasts and works its way up. She dares to touch his hair, but the lower he gets, the more broken her thoughts become and the less she pays attention to what her hands happen to be doing.

It isn't long before there is no thought in her head except what he was doing. Her eyes stare sightlessly above her, the room filling with her soft, plaintive whimpers and surprised gasps.


Yes.

She was loving this...