Indiana Jones fic: "Tying the Knot" 1/1
Title: Tying the Knot
Fandom: Indiana Jones
Author: evil_little_dog
Characters/Pairings: Indy, Marion
Rating: K
Word Count: 208
Summary: It’s the big day.
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: Spielburg, Lucas, lotsa other folks own these people, not me.
Notes: Written for birgitriddle for fandom_stocking.
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“Marion, Marion, where is my tie?”
She rolled her eyes. “Where you left it.”
“Where was that?”
“Honestly, Jones, as much care as you give your hat, you’d think you’d know how to deal with the rest of your clothing!” She stomped into the bedroom, opening the closet door and pulling out a tie. “Here is your tie. In the closet. Just where you left it!”
His face tightened, and his pointer finger rose, shaking.
“Don’t say you didn’t leave it there, Jones,” Marion said. “I told you to put it in the closet the last time you wore it.”
Jones grunted, looping the tie around his neck, peering in the mirror. His fingers fumbled on the silk and he snarled at his reflection.
“You’re making a mess of it.” Marion batted his hands away, turning him to face her so she could tie the tie. “There.” She patted his chest. “Perfect.”
Growling, he said, “Thank you.”
Marion smiled in return. “You’re welcome.”
Mollified, he leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Really.” Putting his arm around her shoulders, Jones led her out of the bedroom. “Ready to go get married?”
Her smile brightened even more. “Yep.”
Jones’s smile answered hers, and it was like the sun came out.
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Fandom: Indiana Jones
Author: evil_little_dog
Characters/Pairings: Indy, Marion
Rating: K
Word Count: 208
Summary: It’s the big day.
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: Spielburg, Lucas, lotsa other folks own these people, not me.
Notes: Written for birgitriddle for fandom_stocking.
X X X
“Marion, Marion, where is my tie?”
She rolled her eyes. “Where you left it.”
“Where was that?”
“Honestly, Jones, as much care as you give your hat, you’d think you’d know how to deal with the rest of your clothing!” She stomped into the bedroom, opening the closet door and pulling out a tie. “Here is your tie. In the closet. Just where you left it!”
His face tightened, and his pointer finger rose, shaking.
“Don’t say you didn’t leave it there, Jones,” Marion said. “I told you to put it in the closet the last time you wore it.”
Jones grunted, looping the tie around his neck, peering in the mirror. His fingers fumbled on the silk and he snarled at his reflection.
“You’re making a mess of it.” Marion batted his hands away, turning him to face her so she could tie the tie. “There.” She patted his chest. “Perfect.”
Growling, he said, “Thank you.”
Marion smiled in return. “You’re welcome.”
Mollified, he leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Really.” Putting his arm around her shoulders, Jones led her out of the bedroom. “Ready to go get married?”
Her smile brightened even more. “Yep.”
Jones’s smile answered hers, and it was like the sun came out.
X X X