Lilly and Mel's suite

[henry_jones_jr]

Having spent several hours passed out under a table in the bar, the lack of vibrating rubber ducky puffball bedspread had not been apparent to Indy when he stumbled into his bedroom at around five o'clock this morning. His head hurt like the blazes. Lights were not an option. He fell on to the bed while attempting to get undressed, and passed out

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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly comes upstairs, carrying the box and grinning with triumph at her successful mission as she enters her suite. She pauses just inside the door. Someone's in her room...

And then, before she can really be alarmed, she sees who it is. Schooling her features, she checks the lid on the box and marches over to her bedroom door.

"Indiana Jones. Just what do you think you're doing?"

[henry_jones_jr]

From his prone and pinned position, Indy wrinkles his nose at her. "It's not really an unassailable problem. But... I'm gonna need my hands back, is all."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly arches an eyebrow, not moving.

"I hardly think you're in a position to make demands, Dr. Jones."

She laughs and sits back, still straddling him but no longer pinning his hands.

"But luckily for you, I'm feeling generous tonight."

[henry_jones_jr]

"I'd say something about being your humble slave after those intrepid gear recovery exploits," he chuckles, tugging her t-shirt free of the jeans beneath, "but I've got an image to maintain."

His hands are warm as the linger on her sides, in the new quest to Raise The Princess's T-shirt.

"You just don't get that lucky, missie."

[awesome_lilly]

"Bummer," Lilly replies, her voice temporarily muffled as he pulls the shirt over her head. "I could always use more humble slaves."

She bends over him again, fingers working nimbly at the buttons on his shirt.

"So," she continues, "how lucky do I get, then?"

[henry_jones_jr]

Indy reaches round her back with one hand, and deftly unfastens the bra.

"You ask too many questions. Why don't you just wait n' see."

Meanwhile, his other hand goes to work on her jeans. His one-handed adroitness is something to be marveled. Someone's been hanging around with a ninja for too long. Or maybe just long enough...

"How lucky would you like to get?"

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly finishes the buttons and rolls off to her side so she can wriggle out of her jeans. And, incidentally, undo his trousers.

"Lucky as I can without giving you a heart attack."

There is Great Concern on her face as she looks over at him.

"I remember how you were when Miho and I visited bartending, after all."

[henry_jones_jr]

"Yeah well, Miho isn't here," Indy announces wryly, dragging his own pants down. "I reckon I'll live."

About to roll over and renew amorousness, he frowns for a second, catching a faint pawing noise at the bedroom door. He throws his bundled trousers at the source, where they whump loudly.

"Seriously Mikey. You've got your own girl!" he calls out.

There's a disgruntled toot, and the sound of slightly stroppy padding receding into the distance.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly giggles.

"Poor Stampy. Or poor Mikey doing his Stampy impersonation."

Indy reaches for her, but she shifts out of range.

"Hey, did you just imply that I, by myself, am not exciting enough for you?"

[henry_jones_jr]

He blinks.

"...No."

He bounces himself over another duck and makes a move for her again. Hopefully she doesn't want an actual explanation.

[awesome_lilly]

Well, not as much as she wants other things.

"Good," she says firmly, winding her arms around his neck and kissing him. "Because, well, you might have lived to take that back, but... probably not."

He gets a wicked grin.

"Hell of a way to go, though."

[henry_jones_jr]

Indy leans back for a second, looking thoughtful.

"Y'know, I'm almost tempted to change my answer to 'yes', and then retract it later, just to see what a hell of a way to go entails."

He relaxes back down and swipes some hair away from her ear, allowing him to drop a few kisses along her jawline, and end with a teasing bite of her earlobe.

"Sounds kinda... good."

[awesome_lilly]

"You wouldn't have a chance to retract it later," Lilly tells him sadly. "On account of being dead. Happily dead, but not very chatty."

She sighs deeply, her hands sliding down his body.

"Don't worry, though. I'll hold back."

[henry_jones_jr]

"You're still talking a helluva lot," Indy chuckles, and attempts to shut her up with a more heated kiss. He shifts closer and pulls her in as well, welcoming the warmth and the smooth caress of her skin.

[awesome_lilly]

"Duh," Lilly mutters against his mouth. "S'what I do."

Which is true, but... talking isn't all she does. And it's definitely not all she's doing right now.

[henry_jones_jr]

Indy decides, with a shudder, that... yes, he can live with the talking in this case. And, as luck would have it, the ways things progress are sublimely distracting enough to suppress his urge to read more than he should into her little jaunt today.