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.

Comments

[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?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Nevermind. You wouldn't have approved anyway."

"And yeah," he chuckles. "Nothing's sacred around here. Not even my underwear."

[lady_moon]

She raises a brow at that.

"He uses your underwear?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"He says he does. My good silk ones. I never quite know if he's kidding, and I've never actually caught him in the act."

[lady_moon]

"An interesting relationship the two of you share."

She curls up comfortably against him again.

"Do you steal his undergarments?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He wrinkles his nose disparagingly.

"Er. No. It's a one way thing, if it happens at all."

[lady_moon]

Moon giggles at that.

"This is one of the many reasons I don't wear panties." She nods "People can't steal them if you aren't wearing any."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Mmmm. True."

There's an air of amusement in Indy's tone now.

"But, it's not like he purloins 'em while I actually have 'em on."

[lady_moon]

"He'd better not," she says with a giggle.

Moon idly makes patters with her finger on his chest.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

As if somehow prompted by her actions, Indy begins to apply some similarly absent strokes to her back, while chuckling at her remark.

"I'll be sure to tell him that they're now under your protection."

[lady_moon]

She ducks her head and blushes.

"I'd like to see you explain that one to him. 'Moon's a bit off her nut, yes, but she has declared my under shorts her domain to protect, Mike, so you might want to keep away from them for the time being'."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

When Indy is done chuckling at that comment, he plants a kiss on the top of her head.

"Knowing him, he'd prob'ly respect that without questioning. Not that I'd ever declare you to be off your nut."

[lady_moon]

"Then you're very blind to my faults."

She says this sweetly, the appreciation for his comment taken to heart.

"Which is probably a good thing."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Not blind," Indy corrects.

"Able to appreciate them, and look beyond them."

[lady_moon]

Moon likes the way Indy words things.

"I have a new talent, though," she says crytically. "One I learned especially for you."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

His eyebrows raise again, more quizzically this time.

"You do?"