Ahhh, staying in on a saturday night cause my credit card is froze . . . .
So in my procrastination from research I have been writing fanfiction. I am usually pretty shy about letting other people read it cause its usually written just to scratch my itches, BUT I really liked this one I wrote for Indiana Jones (man, a man with stubble like that should be illegal!!) So, heres my unveiling . . .
Title: Sometimes its forever . . .
Rating: pg (some sexual innuendo)
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything to do with Indiana Jones (as much as I would like to) so please don’t sue me.
Deidre sat on the leather lounge, her silk dress causing her to slip a little into a more comfortable position. Carefully she crossed her ankles, and with the hand not holding a glass of champagne, she smoothed her hair down. She looked across at Indiana and smiled.
“So, you liked my paper Dr Jones, and what, I am the only student who gets to celebrate end of exams with a glass of champagne.”
Indy smirked, he knew she knew what he was playing at. Seduction seemed almost like a game to him now; flirt with the pretty girl and lets see how long it takes to get them into his bed.
“Your paper,” he said, picking up his own glass of champagne and walking over to the other side of the lounge. “was impressive, you did well Deidre, er, Miss Campbell. I think your onto something and I would be willing to help with your research.”
“Really?” Deidre waited for the ball to drop, either he was serious about helping her, or this was all a part of his seduction technique. He reached over and gently ran his fingertips up and down her arm. Goosebumps broke out on her skin; her cheeks flushed and she lowered her head, glancing up at him through her eyelashes.
“Oh yeah, serious, very serious, I think your summations on Stonehenge are worth investigating, we can leave Monday.” Indy placed his and her champagne glass on the coffee table before scooting closer. Deidre felt her breath shorten and her skin flush more. He was her teacher, her lecturer, but he was simply a man for her in that moment, a handsome man who obviously wanted the same thing she wanted. Turning her head towards him, she raised her face and looked into his eyes. He was so close now that she could feel his own shortened breath on her cheek. He leaned in to kiss her, but at the last moment she pulled back. His eyes. For a moment she had seen more than desire, she had seen a sad longing, a distance that ran deep. With quick reasoning, she considered, she deduced. She wasn’t after a relationship, she wasn’t after love, she was after a night of pleasure with this particular man; this shadowy distance would not affect her tonight. Quickly she closed the distance and pressed her lips to his. Indiana grabbed her upper arms and pulled her closer; slowly she snaked her arms around his neck and turned her head to deepen the kiss.
As her lips bruised under the onslaught, Deidre noticed it was Indy’s turn to hesitate. Slowly he backed away, stood and walked to the other side of the room. Trying to control her breathing, she cleared her throat and glanced over. He was standing at the window, but he was not looking out at the view. Instead he was looking down at something in his hand. From the reflection in the window she could see it was a slip of paper, or a photograph. Quietly she stood up, straightened her dress and walked over to him. She looked over his shoulder.
The girl in the photo was younger, Deidre deduced younger than herself. The girl was standing outside of what appeared to be a tent, amongst many, in a desert. Her hair was braided down one side, she wore pants and a blouse, her grin was so wide and her eyes so big and luminous they both filled her face with an indescribable joy. All Deidre could think was that this girl looked like the happiest girl in the world. She peered at Indiana’s face; his eyes hadn’t left the photo, his fingers gently traced over it.
“She’s pretty, who is she?” Deidre asked.
Indiana smiled tightly, “Marion Ravenwood.”
Title: Sometimes its forever . . .
Rating: pg (some sexual innuendo)
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything to do with Indiana Jones (as much as I would like to) so please don’t sue me.
Deidre sat on the leather lounge, her silk dress causing her to slip a little into a more comfortable position. Carefully she crossed her ankles, and with the hand not holding a glass of champagne, she smoothed her hair down. She looked across at Indiana and smiled.
“So, you liked my paper Dr Jones, and what, I am the only student who gets to celebrate end of exams with a glass of champagne.”
Indy smirked, he knew she knew what he was playing at. Seduction seemed almost like a game to him now; flirt with the pretty girl and lets see how long it takes to get them into his bed.
“Your paper,” he said, picking up his own glass of champagne and walking over to the other side of the lounge. “was impressive, you did well Deidre, er, Miss Campbell. I think your onto something and I would be willing to help with your research.”
“Really?” Deidre waited for the ball to drop, either he was serious about helping her, or this was all a part of his seduction technique. He reached over and gently ran his fingertips up and down her arm. Goosebumps broke out on her skin; her cheeks flushed and she lowered her head, glancing up at him through her eyelashes.
“Oh yeah, serious, very serious, I think your summations on Stonehenge are worth investigating, we can leave Monday.” Indy placed his and her champagne glass on the coffee table before scooting closer. Deidre felt her breath shorten and her skin flush more. He was her teacher, her lecturer, but he was simply a man for her in that moment, a handsome man who obviously wanted the same thing she wanted. Turning her head towards him, she raised her face and looked into his eyes. He was so close now that she could feel his own shortened breath on her cheek. He leaned in to kiss her, but at the last moment she pulled back. His eyes. For a moment she had seen more than desire, she had seen a sad longing, a distance that ran deep. With quick reasoning, she considered, she deduced. She wasn’t after a relationship, she wasn’t after love, she was after a night of pleasure with this particular man; this shadowy distance would not affect her tonight. Quickly she closed the distance and pressed her lips to his. Indiana grabbed her upper arms and pulled her closer; slowly she snaked her arms around his neck and turned her head to deepen the kiss.
As her lips bruised under the onslaught, Deidre noticed it was Indy’s turn to hesitate. Slowly he backed away, stood and walked to the other side of the room. Trying to control her breathing, she cleared her throat and glanced over. He was standing at the window, but he was not looking out at the view. Instead he was looking down at something in his hand. From the reflection in the window she could see it was a slip of paper, or a photograph. Quietly she stood up, straightened her dress and walked over to him. She looked over his shoulder.
The girl in the photo was younger, Deidre deduced younger than herself. The girl was standing outside of what appeared to be a tent, amongst many, in a desert. Her hair was braided down one side, she wore pants and a blouse, her grin was so wide and her eyes so big and luminous they both filled her face with an indescribable joy. All Deidre could think was that this girl looked like the happiest girl in the world. She peered at Indiana’s face; his eyes hadn’t left the photo, his fingers gently traced over it.
“She’s pretty, who is she?” Deidre asked.
Indiana smiled tightly, “Marion Ravenwood.”