New Drabble fic.
It felt good being in Indy’s arms again. The familiar musk of his cologne, made me sigh heavily.
“What is it, Marion?” I noticed my voice was husky sounding, not only because I smoke, but it sounded raspy, and quieter.
“Nothing, love. It just feels good to be in your arms again.” He smiled, and I looked into his eyes. We both were older, wiser, and more mature than we were the first time around. The first time around was when I was a teen, and he nearly ten years older than me. Second time, I got my heart broken and an unexpected pregnancy, and now this was the third time. We were going to finally settle down and get our break-nearly twenty years later. Hopefully, third time was the charm. I lay on top of him, gazing at him intently. He grinned, like a little boy in a toy store. I kissed his lips gently, wanting to start out slow. Indy smiled, and slowly unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my brassiere, and threw the shirt on the floor. I then unbuttoned his work shirt, throwing it on the floor, landing next to my shirt. He smiled, and I ran my finger down his chest, tracing the contours of his pecs. Then, he caressed my body, feeling the contours of my lower back, feeling every contour of my body, the only difference between now and the last time was that we had gotten older, and I was no longer a beanpole. With the birth of Mutt, came an even more womanly figure than I had when we first saw each other and the last time. I had become curvier. So, to Indy it was unfamiliar to him.
Finally, Indy reached to unhook my brassiere. Soon enough we were pressed close together, flesh to flesh. Indy then embraced me in a hug, and kissed my neck, all the way down to my chest. Moaning softly, and then finally, I screamed out, which included a profanity, “Ohhh...shit!” Indy smiled, and put a finger to my lips. I placed a hand on his unshaven face, leaning in to kiss him. The stubble scratched my lip a little, but luckily no blood. Indy explored every inch of my upper body, caressing my bosoms, and wrapping his arms around my waist. My fingers, which had rested on Indy’s chest, involuntarily dug in a little deeper in his flesh. Indy, obviously in pain, mouthed to me, “Marion! Why the hell did you do that for?” I let go, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and checked to see if there were any injuries, which there were just red marks from me digging my fingernails in there. Wanting to soothe the pain, I leaned down, and kissed where I had dug. He smiled, whispering, “Thank you.” We were trying to keep our lovemaking quiet, so Mutt didn’t hear us too much. Indy then pushed me down on the bed-not really hard, more like in a playful manner.
“Marion, I love you.” Indy whispered in my ear. I looked up into his eyes, and smiled.
“I love you too. I’m glad we’re together again, and this time for longer.” We kissed, and the moment lasted for a minute, and then Indy paused, as if he was waiting for my reaction. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and pulled him closer to me. He smiled. Just as we were about to make love again, Mutt barges in. The sight of his father and mother naked scared him.
“Gee, Mom, Dad...put some clothes on or something. You’re scarring me for life.”
I was mad. “Mutt, get the hell out of here! Your father and I want to have alone time...so get!” I shooed him out. He shut the door, and Indy laughed.
“You find that amusing?” I asked him, a hint of sarcasm to my voice.
Indy covered his mouth, and said,” Yes, is that a problem?’’ He brushed wisps of my hair away from my face.
I smiled. “No.” Leaning in, I kissed him, passionately, for fifteen whole minutes. During those fifteen minutes occurred a lot. As we kissed, he held my head, running his fingers through my hair that I let down, as I had my arms wrapped around his waist. Pausing for a moment, he looked up into my eyes, and smiled. Turning on the other side, I was now facing him, and he smiled, running his hand gently across my bare skin. I propped myself up, and he leaned in to kiss me, holding me close to him.
“I haven’t felt this way in a long time, Indy.” I whispered, my voice sounding a little hoarse.
He smiled.”Me too, Marion. No one loved me like you did. No one was the same as you.”
I completely agreed with him. No one pleased me the way he did. He knew me all too well.
“What is it, Marion?” I noticed my voice was husky sounding, not only because I smoke, but it sounded raspy, and quieter.
“Nothing, love. It just feels good to be in your arms again.” He smiled, and I looked into his eyes. We both were older, wiser, and more mature than we were the first time around. The first time around was when I was a teen, and he nearly ten years older than me. Second time, I got my heart broken and an unexpected pregnancy, and now this was the third time. We were going to finally settle down and get our break-nearly twenty years later. Hopefully, third time was the charm. I lay on top of him, gazing at him intently. He grinned, like a little boy in a toy store. I kissed his lips gently, wanting to start out slow. Indy smiled, and slowly unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my brassiere, and threw the shirt on the floor. I then unbuttoned his work shirt, throwing it on the floor, landing next to my shirt. He smiled, and I ran my finger down his chest, tracing the contours of his pecs. Then, he caressed my body, feeling the contours of my lower back, feeling every contour of my body, the only difference between now and the last time was that we had gotten older, and I was no longer a beanpole. With the birth of Mutt, came an even more womanly figure than I had when we first saw each other and the last time. I had become curvier. So, to Indy it was unfamiliar to him.
Finally, Indy reached to unhook my brassiere. Soon enough we were pressed close together, flesh to flesh. Indy then embraced me in a hug, and kissed my neck, all the way down to my chest. Moaning softly, and then finally, I screamed out, which included a profanity, “Ohhh...shit!” Indy smiled, and put a finger to my lips. I placed a hand on his unshaven face, leaning in to kiss him. The stubble scratched my lip a little, but luckily no blood. Indy explored every inch of my upper body, caressing my bosoms, and wrapping his arms around my waist. My fingers, which had rested on Indy’s chest, involuntarily dug in a little deeper in his flesh. Indy, obviously in pain, mouthed to me, “Marion! Why the hell did you do that for?” I let go, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and checked to see if there were any injuries, which there were just red marks from me digging my fingernails in there. Wanting to soothe the pain, I leaned down, and kissed where I had dug. He smiled, whispering, “Thank you.” We were trying to keep our lovemaking quiet, so Mutt didn’t hear us too much. Indy then pushed me down on the bed-not really hard, more like in a playful manner.
“Marion, I love you.” Indy whispered in my ear. I looked up into his eyes, and smiled.
“I love you too. I’m glad we’re together again, and this time for longer.” We kissed, and the moment lasted for a minute, and then Indy paused, as if he was waiting for my reaction. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and pulled him closer to me. He smiled. Just as we were about to make love again, Mutt barges in. The sight of his father and mother naked scared him.
“Gee, Mom, Dad...put some clothes on or something. You’re scarring me for life.”
I was mad. “Mutt, get the hell out of here! Your father and I want to have alone time...so get!” I shooed him out. He shut the door, and Indy laughed.
“You find that amusing?” I asked him, a hint of sarcasm to my voice.
Indy covered his mouth, and said,” Yes, is that a problem?’’ He brushed wisps of my hair away from my face.
I smiled. “No.” Leaning in, I kissed him, passionately, for fifteen whole minutes. During those fifteen minutes occurred a lot. As we kissed, he held my head, running his fingers through my hair that I let down, as I had my arms wrapped around his waist. Pausing for a moment, he looked up into my eyes, and smiled. Turning on the other side, I was now facing him, and he smiled, running his hand gently across my bare skin. I propped myself up, and he leaned in to kiss me, holding me close to him.
“I haven’t felt this way in a long time, Indy.” I whispered, my voice sounding a little hoarse.
He smiled.”Me too, Marion. No one loved me like you did. No one was the same as you.”
I completely agreed with him. No one pleased me the way he did. He knew me all too well.