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Idk why I just thought of this but I can so see John and Indy sitting in bed or on the couch reading while mindlessly passing a lollipop back and forth. Indy decided she wanted it and John took it and gave it back after a taste. Now they just keep passing it back and forth never truly acknowledging it 😂
I know smut can be different for readers versus how I’ve started writing in 3rd person pov. I do find writing in 3rd person a lot easier and more fun but I’m willing to keep any smut pieces as John x reader if that’s what the majority would like.
The pool party drifted into the evening as people continued to drink and more guests arrived. The house felt packed, and outside a decent crowd was still swimming, eating, and drinking. Most surprisingly, everyone seemed to genuinely commit to the ‘Mexico’ theme, or at least bring what they thought counted as Mexican.
John and Indy had been polite but were pointedly ignoring each other. After Indy stormed off, John sat in their room and cooled off. He’d fully intended to find her and smooth things over. Instead, he came back outside to find her sitting with Liam and a few blokes he didn’t know particularly well. His own stubbornness reared its ugly head, and he gave her the cold shoulder for the rest of the afternoon.
When Indy first came back outside, she’d sat with Stuart, Sam, and Ant. They immediately started teasing her for looking irritated, asking if John was too drunk to get it up. It was a painful reminder that her romantic little surprise had gone spectacularly wrong, so she’d quietly moved to an empty table across the pool to be by herself.
She hated that Liam chose to sit beside her. It felt like cosmic punishment for calling John names and storming off like a little kid. When Liam’s friends joined them, she faded into the background, hoping no one would notice how little she spoke.
Originally Liam had sat right beside her, leaning against her armrest whenever he got the chance. She wanted to evaporate. He clearly thought she was a lot dimmer than she actually was, and she didn’t have the emotional energy to mention she had a doctorate and did have an in depth understanding of the law. Instead she quietly listened to him ramble about his job as a bailiff while staring across the pool, silently hoping John would look over and rescue her from the conversation.
When Liam’s mates arrived, she politely gave one of them her chair and scooted two seats farther away. At least now she didn’t have to endure his cigarette breath or endless work stories. John noticed from across the pool and felt a twinge of guilt. His normally confident girlfriend looked smaller somehow, walled off from everyone around her. It was obvious she wasn’t enjoying herself.
At the very least, Indy told herself she could sit there, sulk in peace, and wait for the evening to be over. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and cry then go to sleep.
John walked past her table twice without so much as a glance. The first time, Liam asked whether Price was licking his wounds after whatever argument they’d had. Indy shut that down immediately, insisting they hadn’t fought. The second time, she actually called John’s name, but he kept walking as though he hadn’t heard her. Liam only pushed harder, joking that Price needed to lighten up before he lost such a “pretty thing.” Indy rolled her eyes and told him to mind his own business.
She passed John once herself on the way to the bathroom. When she came back outside, every chair was taken except the one back at Liam’s table. She seriously considered going inside and lying down instead, but one of Liam’s friends called out that they’d saved her seat. Seeing people perched on the retaining wall and even sitting on the ground, she felt too guilty to refuse it.
John felt a tap on his shoulder around the time the sun had almost set and glanced over to find Melissa. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, and he instinctively turned toward her. Whatever she had to say was clearly meant to stay between them.
“I think you should check on Indy. I swear I heard her crying in the bathroom.” Melissa whispered before pulling away.
John didn’t need to respond. He could see from the look on Melissa’s face she was only trying to help, not get in the middle of whatever had happened between them.
He simply nodded, not wanting to draw any attention to what she’d just told him.
He knew Indy could be quick to tears sometimes.
He just never imagined ignoring her all afternoon would end with her crying alone in the bathroom wearing the bikini she’d been so excited to show him. His head dropped as he pictured her sitting on the edge of the tub with her face in her hands, trying to pull herself together.
His stubbornness crumbled to dust in the blink of an eye.
Their arguments had a habit of stopping mattering the moment she started crying. Now all he wanted to do was find her and give her the hug she always asked for whenever she got like this.
It had John standing from his seat before he even realized his feet were taking him to her. Ignoring how his mates called after him to bring them more beer.
“Tiny, you mind fetching me a drink?” Liam asked with what Indy took to be a genuine smile.
“Sure. Anyone else want anything?” She barely looked at any of the men, grateful for an excuse to get up.
She couldn’t say she had to use the bathroom again or they’d think there was something wrong with her from how many times she’d already used that excuse. Even though she had no desire to get anyone but John a drink this was a fine enough excuse to escape.
“See, that’s what’s missing these days. Birds who actually look after their man.” Liam slapped his mate on the chest and got a chorus of laughter.
“You’re not my man. And don’t let John catch you saying that.” Indy spoke before her brain had fully dissected what Liam was saying.
“Any man would be lucky, tiny. I’m only taking the piss.” Shooting Indy a wink she quirked an eyebrow, crossed her arms over her chest, and popped her hip out to the side.
“Okay, so you’re not getting a drink. And what’s with the name tiny?” Indy asked a little annoyed, though she was genuinely asking.
Liam shrugged and his friends snickered. Little did she know they’d coined the nickname the week before because of her ‘tiny red bikini.’ Indy wasn’t about to stick around while they laughed at a joke she clearly wasn’t in on.
So she turned to go grab the drinks. What she didn’t notice was John had walked over to collect her, and when she turned she walked face first into his rock hard chest.
Instinctively John’s hands darted to her hips. His mind knew she was about to fall before the thought had even fully formed.
And she almost did.
Her right foot slipped out from under her while both hands flew to the back of John’s neck to catch herself. She would’ve fallen backwards and cracked her head on the metal table if he hadn’t caught her. Instead he lifted her by the hips as though she weighed nothing and set her back on her feet.
“Careful now.” John purred, eyes now soft and hooded like he wanted to take her right then and there.
Her face lit up in a furious blush followed by flustered stammering. Her hands flew off his neck and behind her back as though touching him had suddenly become taboo.
She’d assumed he was still angry.
Now here he was using the voice he normally reserved for the bedroom and looking down at her with those adoring blue eyes she loved.
“Your eyes are so blue. I, uh… I mean, you want something to drink?” she blurted, realizing a half second too late she was about to touch his bicep.
Instead she took a small step back toward the door and pretended to adjust the halter strap of her bikini, giving her hands something else to do.
“Whiskey.” John winked, which only deepened the blush spreading across her cheeks.
She was off again before another word could leave his mouth, immediately running into Sam. In her haste to apologize, she swatted his drink clean onto the floor.
She cursed herself for being such a klutz, apologized profusely, and was asking what drink he wanted so she could bring him a new one. Sam couldn’t reply because he was in absolute stitches and waved her to run along.
Liam noticed how flustered simply being touched by her boyfriend made her. Part of him wondered if she just wasn’t used to John’s touch, but his gut told him something else.
She wasn’t used to John flirting with her so openly. That boring sod barely smiled let alone flirted in all the years Liam knew him.
Liam’s flirting with Indy earned eye rolls and scoffs.
John’s reduced her to a stuttering mess.
“Clumsy thing.” Liam chuckled to John.
“Don’t talk like you know her.” John said pointedly. Turning from where his eyes had been trained on Indy mopping up the mess with some napkins, he was now staring at Liam.
“And you do? Watching you blank her all afternoon, I’d have thought she was just another bird at the party. Funny way of treating your missus.” Liam only shrugged, that smug little smile never leaving his face.
John’s eyes narrowed. His nostrils flared once.
“Watch your fucking mouth.” John spoke so evenly it barely matched the threat, which only made Liam’s eyes light up.
He’d finally found something that stung. Something that looked an awful lot like a weak point for John, or maybe even their relationship.
Naturally, he wanted to see if he could find another.
“While you’ve been off doing fuck all she’s been fetching me drinks.” Liam gestured vaguely toward where Indy had disappeared, then idly shook his empty beer glass. The last few drops rattled against the sides.
John was ready to walk away. This wasn’t worth his time or effort. Not when he had far more important things to attend to. Liam hardly knew him, but he didn’t know the first thing about Indy.
But Liam kept talking.
“You’re one of those jealous blokes, aren’t you? Can’t stand your bird talking to another man. So you blank her all afternoon, thinking it’ll prove a point, when really you’re just pushing her into someone else’s company. Looks like she’s enjoying it too.” Liam let out a small chuckle.
It wasn’t followed by the snickers he’d expected from his mates. Instead it felt like an eerie silence settled over them.
“Stand up and say that again.” John spoke with such evenness it didn’t match the sentiment at all.
There were a few awkward laughs from Liam’s table, but they died almost as quickly as they started. No one had said a word until now. The easy chatter around them seemed to falter, replaced by that uncomfortable silence that settled in whenever people realized a joke had stopped being a joke.
John hadn’t moved an inch. He stood tall and perfectly still, shoulders square, hairy chest rising and falling in a relaxed rhythm, hands hanging loose at his sides. He didn’t look angry. He looked certain.
Certain of what? Well that was what left a pit in Liam’s stomach.
Liam’s half smirk lingered, but only just. He stayed seated, his broad tattooed chest no longer puffed out quite so proudly. Instead, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he searched John’s face, trying to work out whether he was actually prepared to swing over a few words.
His eyes flicked toward one of his mates. The man gave the smallest shake of his head while another muttered something about needing another beer and left. Even if Liam stood up, he was standing alone.
“I’m her friend.” Charles’ voice cut through the tension.
He’d been standing nearby, had clearly overheard the exchange, and now gave John’s shoulder a light push to steer him away. He knew Indy well enough to know she’d go ballistic if there was a fistfight over her, so he wanted to nip that in the bud.
“You’re hardly a man.” Liam quipped, earning a decent amount of laughter from the blokes at his table. It was that awkward kind of laughter that begged the tension to disappear.
“That sounds like projection.” Charles smiled, then gave John a small nod, the silent sort that meant leave it.
“You’re riding a fine line. I’d be careful if I was you.” There wasn’t a hint of irritation in John’s voice. He stated it as though it were simple fact.
To him, it was.
“Got me quaking in my boots.” Liam said sarcastically, though his eyebrow twitched when he realized John was already walking away, clearly not waiting around for a reply.
As John stalked off, he heard a metal chair scrape across the patio.
Just from the sound of whoever had stood, he knew they were built about the same size as him.
Liam.
John didn’t look over his shoulder. He wasn’t about to give Liam the satisfaction of thinking he needed to check behind him. Charles started to glance back as they headed toward the back door.
“Don’t fucking look back. That cunt’ll think you’re a pussy.” John barely spoke above a whisper. His eyes stayed forward, peering through the glass sliding door to see Indy eating a cracker.
He had one thing on his mind.
Getting to Indy first.
“You shouldn’t be threatening to fight people.” Charles replied quietly, keeping his own eyes forward.
“It wasn’t a threat. It was an invitation.” A charming smile flickered across John’s face for barely a second. The crease between his brows gave away just how fake it was.
So John continued on, walked through the sliding glass door after Charles and then finally glanced over his shoulder when it was reasonable. Liam was a few steps behind him so John shut the door, thought about it for a second, then locked it when Liam reached for the handle.
The dickhead could wait outside.
Just shutting the door in Liam’s face settled John a fraction. Locking it made him smirk. Hearing the handle rattle against the lock was even better.
It was a small enough dig, but obvious enough that Liam now knew John absolutely didn’t want him hanging around.
John was onto him. He had been since the last pool party when he overheard Liam comment on not understanding how ‘Price pulled such a sexy bird.’
John also had known Liam for years. They’d go drinking as a friend group and John ignored him all together. The type of banter Liam had was beneath John and frankly John was an extremely private man. Discussing his sex life wasn’t something he ever wanted to do and he absolutely didn’t want to hear other people’s.
John had seen how Liam maneuvered women. Acted like it was all in good fun. Until he raised the steaks enough the flirting seemed like the natural next step.
And Liam’s little playbook for seducing women wasn’t going to fly.
Charles chuckled but didn’t comment. He wandered over to Indy at the counter, where she immediately shoved a shot into his hand and insisted they take it together.
In the space of about ten seconds she rapid fired through how she’d been arguing with John all afternoon, how he was suddenly acting weird, and how she had no clue why. Every time Charles tried to answer, she was taking another shot, muttering something about liquid courage, and telling him to shush.
A moment later John wandered over.
He caught Indy’s eye, gave her a cheeky wink, and was crowding her space before she’d quite processed he’d come looking for her.
“Hi.” Indy squeaked, suddenly finding her once fuming boyfriend beside her again, his arm wrapped around her waist, his broad hand splayed over part of her bottom with one finger curled protectively around her hip. His thumb moved gently over her supple skin, finding its way to the strap of her bottoms and mindlessly playing with it.
“Hello, darling.” John was using every ounce of charm he had, hoping to win her over without needing to disappear somewhere private for a proper conversation.
Indy looked up at him, still carrying that uncertain look in her eyes. So he did exactly what she would’ve done if the roles had been reversed.
He kissed her.
And she melted like butter on a hot skillet.
It wasn’t a kiss that would’ve turned heads. It was more than a peck, but perfectly ordinary for any other couple. It just happened that John almost never kissed Indy in front of other people, so she was completely caught off guard in the best way.
He loved how her hands instinctively settled against his chest, mindlessly playing with the wiry tuft of hair.
What he didn’t know was Liam was quietly fuming.
His jaw tightened watching John pull away, only for Indy to rise onto her toes and steal one more kiss, her eyes hooded as though Price was the most captivating man she’d ever laid eyes on.
As much as the kiss reassured her, it settled something inside John too. A huge chunk of his anger and frustration seemed to fall away in an instant. Even when they were angry, it didn’t mean all her affection was gone.
He just had to keep reaching for it.
There was also a smaller part of him, the part he knew Indy didn’t like, starting to creep to the surface.
This wasn’t protectiveness anymore.
It was possessiveness.
He masked it well enough that no one noticed.
Not even Indy.
Charles absentmindedly munched on plain tortilla chips, his attention lingering on John’s hand resting against Indy’s hip. He’d never seen John stand quite this close to her before.
He ignored the kiss. That simply seemed like two people settling down after an argument.
John had decided to take the treacherous road of doing what he knew best when words failed him.
Reaching for Indy.
So he stayed tucked against her side, his arm around her waist, trying to act as naturally as possible while forcing himself to be a little more social. He held her like this at home all the time but he couldn’t help how he was slightly stiffer in a room full of people while he stood there shirtless and she was in her little bikini.
He hoped she’d drift back into his orbit.
That she’d lean into him, laugh with him, and slowly forget they were even mad with each other in the first place.
Physical affection had always been their language.
It came far easier to both of them than apologies ever did.
If they’d shared that intimate little moment Indy had planned, John knew she’d already be tucked beneath his arm without a second thought.
So instead he quietly tried to rebuild that closeness one small touch, one teasing remark, and one smile at a time.
“You drunk?” Charles asked.
John answered with a warning look that clearly told him to bugger off.
“Where’d you and Melissa run off to?” John asked instead, smirking when Charles almost visibly squirmed.
“They had sex.” Indy smiled up at John.
Charles immediately began sputtering, shaking his head so hard it was almost impressive.
“We did not.” He shot Indy a thoroughly betrayed look.
“Bit of snogging?” John decided, for once, to join in on the teasing.
“I’m not answering that. It’s rude to even ask.” Charles said firmly.
“We shagged.” Melissa breezed past, gave a now bright red Charles a wink, took his hand, and led him toward the kitchen table.
“Why’d you—” Charles was cut off when Melissa pressed a finger to his lips.
“A gentleman never tells. So I thought I’d share for you.” The flirtation only made Charles’ ears turn an even deeper shade of red.
“Go Charles!” Indy threw both hands into the air as she cheered him on. She nearly smacked John in the process, making him snort with laughter. He took her hand, kissed the back of it and set it on the counter.
“Darling.” John whispered, making Indy look up into his much softer blue eyes.
“Yeah?” Her voice was breathy.
“Were you crying in the loo?” The concern on John’s face caught her off guard. She couldn’t quite place whether it was worry or hurt she saw in his eyes.
Indy’s eyes widened, telling him she’d been caught without saying a word.
“I, uh… no. Of course not.” She lied, embarrassment creeping up her spine.
John lightly frowned which she knew meant someone had absolutely overheard her and told him.
“No matter how mad I am, just send me a text or call. I’ll come love you. It’s part of my job.” John pulled her into his arms, resting his chin lightly on the top of her head. He felt the tension slowly leave her body with nothing more than an embrace.
“Thanks. I needed that. But it’s not your job.” She smiled softly.
“I love you, and as your future husband it is. I can’t wait to be married to you so I can officially say it is.” John’s whispered confession had a smile spreading across her face, her nod starting slow before becoming more certain.
“I love you too. I love you so much I wish we could just tell everyone already so I can wear my engagement ring.” After she spoke, John’s eyes drifted to her left hand. Ever since he’d slipped that ring onto her finger, she hadn’t gone a day without wearing it, she even showered and slept with it on.
Until today.
“It does look gorgeous on you. Would tie your whole outfit together.” John circled a finger, motioning to her bikini.
“Yeah? Mrs. Price. Your cute wife who bought this outfit just for you.” She teased, nose scrunching as she gave John that cheeky smile he adored.
“Cute. Sexy. Clever. Funny.” He smiled that effortless, charming smile she adored. “Did I mention sexy?” John sealed his standby with a wink and squeeze to her bottom.
“You know just what to say.” She giggled.
John leaned closer until his lips were beside her ear, speaking in that same gravelly tone he usually reserved for the quiet conversations they shared in the dark.
The hairs on the back of Indy’s neck stood on end. A breath slowly leaving her chest as she waited for whatever lovely thing he was about to confess to her.
“I know I said we should wait to tell everyone. But maybe you could go—”
“So you weren’t joking about not getting me that drink.” Liam had made it to the kitchen island after coming in through the back door that had been shut in his face.
He’d had to knock on the glass while multiple people walked by and ignored him. It took a good minute or two for someone to unlock it, which John pretended not to see, although it had him feeling quite pleased with himself.
John’s face fell, settling into a flat expression. Even after making it clear John didn’t want Liam hanging around Indy, he came back.
Of course he came back.
Indy blinked a few times at Liam, having to process what he said for a second. She was a little tipsy and feeling emotional whiplash from her fiancé, and here was another twist.
Looking at the counter, she saw some random drink she hadn’t made. Liam took it and sipped it before she could correct him, so Indy rolled with it.
“Uh, no I wasn’t.” She teased, then winced as John’s grip unconsciously tightened on her hip.
“Ow—” she muttered, peeling his hand away.
She then slid him the whiskey she’d poured when she first came in, peering into her own cup to see little left.
Liam’s eyes flickered down to Indy’s chest in that memorizing push up top as she tilted her head back and drank the last little bit of her wine. John’s hand instinctively came up and rested on her shoulder, but this time with a feather light touch, as he had no intention of accidentally pinching her again.
The men made eye contact right after Liam’s obvious stare. Liam smirked right in John’s face, almost asking him what he was going to do about it.
If Indy wasn’t in his arms, John would’ve decked Liam. But there was a strict ‘no fighting’ policy when Indy was around. She had lectured him enough at this point. How fighting was barbaric and he was smart enough to not act like a Neanderthal. And John wasn’t about to ruin things when they were so close to reconciling.
“Cheers. Knew you didn’t hate me.” Liam leaned his cup forward in a gesture to toast. John ignored it, but Indy took her plastic cup, now filled with more wine and cracked it into his.
Liam was taken aback for a moment, not expecting her to smack her cup into his. He’d been expecting a raised cup like a normal person, so he let out a loud laugh at how unexpected it was.
“You tryin’ to break my fingers?” Liam asked since the cup hit his hand more than the actual plastic.
“I can, if you need.” John spoke with a stony expression, ignoring Indy’s barefoot trying to squish his much larger one.
“You said cheers.” Indy giggled, knowing this wasn’t how British people toasted but loving to do it for the pure shock value.
“That an American thing?”
“Yes, sir.” Indy said with a bit of a Southern drawl. John knew that phrase by now. It was just a cute way of her saying yes, nothing more.
“Sir, I like that.” There was the infuriating smirk on Liam’s face again.
“Oi, enough.” John finally snapped at Liam, whose eyebrows rose and a smirk tugged wider.
“John.” Indy spoke quietly, but it was clear she wasn’t okay with the sudden outburst.
John’s hand slid from her shoulder and found its way to the small of her back as he looked at her, then shook his head and rolled his eyes.
He loved her dearly, but it only wound him up more how she insisted on being polite today. John was use to the spitfire of a woman who called someone out for cutting the queue. The woman he had to physically usher out of Tesco because Margaret the clerk asked if she had an off switch. But today, because she was new to the group she absolutely didn’t want a scene in any form or way.
“Think I’ve wound him up. I’m only taking the piss, mate.” Liam put his hands up in mock defensiveness.
“Yeah, maybe quit it with the cheeky comments.” Indy shrugged with a crooked grin.
She didn’t like John’s behavior, but she wasn’t going to stand there and not take his side when he was clearly trying to set his own boundary. Plus, Liam kind of was an asshole. Any other day she’d tell him exactly where to shove those comments.
“Alright, whatever you say, love.” Liam nodded kindly.
It was sudden and subtle, and John didn’t even realize he was doing it when Liam’s eyes flickered down to Indy’s breasts again. John’s left hand curled around her rib cage, high enough that he wasn’t groping her, but his index finger just happened to slide under the edge of her top ever so slightly. Then his other hand settled on her hip, leading her away toward the spare room just off the kitchen.
That’s when it clicked in Indy’s head what John was doing. He wasn’t the type to grab at her in front of anyone. This was the closest it got, and she knew he only did it when he was wound so tight and felt completely powerless in a situation involving a man’s unwanted advances.
Indy didn’t push back on being led into the room they’d be sharing for the night. Whipping around once the door was closed, she expected a fight.
Anger.
Flying insults.
But instead she felt a feather light touch on both of her shoulders as John’s features softened and a frown formed on his face. He lightly took hold of her, blue eyes scanning her face, searching for a scrap of empathy. And she faltered, allowing him to close the distance and hug her.
He just wanted a hug.
So Indy gave him that. It was quiet as they stood there in each other’s arms. His hand was stroking her back lovingly, his face buried in the crook of her neck, his breathing finally settling into its normal, calm rhythm.
“I’m sorry,” John whispered, and Indy nodded, squeezing him a little tighter.
“He’s gotten under my skin.” John spoke as he pulled away to look her in the eyes.
“I can tell.” Indy ran her hand over his facial hair, her eyes scanning his face to find defeat instead of anger.
“Just please stay by me? I won’t be cross if you say no. But… it’ll make me feel better knowing he’s not getting the wrong idea. And… well, I’ve missed you.” John’s eyes fell to the floor as he said the last part, shame riddling his voice.
Indy hated this. Seeing John regretful, even though she was hurt, it never felt good. Sitting in the aftermath of it all hurt them both.
“Okay. Okay.” Indy whispered and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth. John’s eyes found hers, the frown drifting away when she kissed his lips this time. Then came the tiniest smile when she kissed him again, and he finally kissed back.
“Thank you.” It was small, but sincere in such an intimate way. They were both putting down their shields, the fight finally coming to an end.
“But can I at least be annoying about it?” There she was. Even in these vulnerable moments she found a way to make him break into a chuckle as she slipped back into her normal antics.
John opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again.
“I don’t think I want to know. But sure.” He conceded.
“Good.” Indy smiled and gave him a kiss that lasted a second longer than John was expecting.
“I’m sorry I shouted at you and called you a jerk.” Indy spoke gently.
“I was being a prick. Wound you up on purpose because I was frustrated.” John tried to shrug it off, but Indy was already shaking her head. It felt oddly satisfying that she wasn’t accepting his apology, but John couldn’t place why.
“It wasn’t for no reason. You were looking out for me. I don’t have to agree with you, but I can at least see you were coming from a place of care.”
There it was. That was why the rejected apology felt so odd and now settled into satisfaction. She finally saw his intentions underneath the behavior he wasn’t proud of.
“I love you. Can we spend the rest of the night together? Not waste any more time?” John asked, wanting nothing more than Indy by his side.
A devilish grin spread across Indy’s face as she slowly nodded. The way she bit her lip had John’s heart skipping a beat. Whatever was about to come out of her mouth was either going to be charmingly annoying or the sweetest thing he’d ever heard.
“We could—?” Indy became bashful rather quickly, her eyes flickering toward the bed, which told him everything he needed to know.
“Right now?” John’s eyebrows shot up as she bit her lip and nodded.
“Uh huh.” She whispered, placing a kiss to his neck and tugging at the waistband of his swim trunks.
“Why now?” John was already leading her back toward the bed, unable to hide the excitement in his voice.
“I want to feel close to you.” She whispered, her hand dipping into his trunks.
“Come here. Let me love you.” John lifted her off her pretty painted toes as she wrapped herself around him.
And he did just that. It was quick but intensely intimate as they both desperately found what they needed in each other’s arms. It was the connection they’d been lacking, reigniting them and reminding John just how deeply committed Indy was to him, while reminding her how much he cherished her.
By the time they were catching their breath and sharing little giggles and dumb jokes, fifteen minutes had passed. They both knew they needed to get back to the party before anyone suspected anything and they’d be making those eyes that no one but them knew. A silent, naughty secret they could keep from everyone else.
“You’re blushing.” Indy cooed at her handsome man, who was still lying flat on the bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling fan, a dumb look plastered across his blissed out face.
“Sorry, that was quicker than I meant to be.” John said, almost shyly, as though he were embarrassed.
“I’m flattered.” She giggled, never wanting John to feel self conscious for losing himself in an intimate moment as quickly as he sometimes did.
“You staying in that—” John pointed to her bathing suit that he’d insisted she keep on.
His mind wandered to how she’d blushed and sucked in a harsh breath when he’d told her he’d simply pull her bottoms to the side. After everything that had happened, and after not complimenting her the way he ought to have, John wanted to make her feel beautiful in the bikini she’d picked out for him.
“Oh, is it the bathing suit? Or the fact I kept telling you I love you?” The cheeky smile she wore had John’s eyes flickering away.
He was caught. He knew it, Indy knew it, and John had to admit to himself that the fact she found it so endearing, that he’d lasted far less than he intended simply because she showered him with love, wasn’t exactly something to be embarrassed about.
“Shut it.” He mumbled, trying to hide his smile as he swatted her ass while she stripped out of her bathing suit and slipped into a pair of regular baby blue panties and a black sports bra.
“You can make it up to me later.” Her pretty laugh floated through the air, which only worsened the blush on John’s cheeks but had him smirking like a fool.
Tossing a pair of clean boxers at John, she started rummaging through the backpack they were sharing.
“Round two before bed. And none of that whispering you love me in my ear this time.” He playfully wagged a finger at her and watched a devilish grin take over her pretty face.
“Make me.” She giggled.
John just rolled his eyes. No response he could come up with would deter her now, so ignoring it was the only suitable next step, although that smirk on his face sparked even more ideas in her head.
Indy kissed his cheek, pinched his bum playfully, and then moved to her dressed. She watched John’s shoulders physically relax as she slipped into loose cotton shorts and a fitted crop top. She handed him his T-shirt, which hugged his chest, and his shorts from the floor, and they both headed back out to the party hand in hand.
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I just saw your post about possibly using ai, and girl, please don't!
Firstly your writing is amazing! A huge part of that is down to you taking the time to write it yourself, so I can see you not wanting to replace that process with AI so why is that different for making a picture?
As someone who writes and draws, I've seen both communities destroyed by AI. Alongside the witch hunts, AI is only able to 'make' what it does by learning from existing material. Unfortunately this material isnt given willingly, but collected by it scraping across the entire internet. Every social media post etc etc. It steals from people who actually create.
Another problem is how it massively, negatively impacts our planet. These centres used to run AI take so many resources, including water, a lot of it. They are also another reason why all electronics are skyrocketing in price.
While its mainly these centres and the bigger companies using ai doing the most damage, if everyone can use as little AI as possible it will all help.
There are so many other reasons too that I don't have time to go through, but I would say to do your own research, its important!
If you're willing to spend money, there are amazing artists out there who do commissions who will be so grateful for your support.
There are also free character creator mini-games online like in Picrew. They tend to be more basic but can help narrow down key details that make a character them.
If you're up for playing games, I think the sims 4 is now free? and I know Dragon's Dogma 2 did a free demo of their character creator which I've used a bit. There's a ton of tutorials online too. Other Life sim games are good too like Paralives.
I'm just saying that there are way better options out there, that may take a little longer to get a result from, but are all made by humans just like your writing.
I'm sorry if this came out a bit harsh, but I've seen so many people who don't know much about ai because it isn't their immediate concerns but it does still affect them or others in the same community.
Not harsh at all this is exactly why I asked! ♥️
I’m not educated on the topic at all because it just has never crossed into my life. Last night was the first time I’ve ever even thought about it for more than 5 minutes. And it turned into a little brain worm.
I’m sooooo happy I asked. I had no clue about the environmental effects, for example. I had an idea on it ruining things for people creatively but hearing you say it so plain to me is helpful. I’d much rather pay for a commission than contribute to the problem.
This is absolutely enough for me to not even download the apps or give it a try. I appreciate you taking the time to help educate me.
I’m going to take some time this weekend to do some actual research.
nobody should be using ai, it actively destroys the planet and effects people in lower income neighborhoods. and when it comes to the image generation aspect, it steals from creatives at large and does active damage to artists, photographers, painters, etc. you shouldn’t use it
Thank you so much for this information ♥️
I really appreciate it and need to get more educated on the topic.
So I don’t pay attention to any of the AI stuff cuz it just doesn’t affect me or my life. I’ve seen some posts in passing of writers on tumblr actually getting AI to write them a story to post (which is hella weird and corny) and people were upset for obvious reason.
So anyway to my point, my husband uses AI for his job. The company actually pays for the AI subscription for the employees. And last night I was on Pinterest trying to find an image to make my profile picture in a game I play. I described it to him and he had his little AI app make me one and it was hella cute.
But now I have this worm in my brain. And I want to see if I could get it to generate what Indy looks like so I’m not just picturing her in my head. But I know there’s a ton of controversy around it that I’m just not informed enough about.
Is that bad? Would that be a weird way of using AI?
are we ever getting that @nal fic? No rush just curious 👀..
(p.s. loved sunscreen and Indy’s character sheet)
I have it half way done! I have to make a really choice about how I’m going to release smut pieces. I think for those I will keep it John x reader. And then for everything else I’ll go back to John x Indy.
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I loved this character sheet! It makes imaging her established appearance better!
I was wondering though, why doesn’t she like her name? I feel like it fits her and I love when girls have gender neutral names?
Also I read the pool party fic and I loved it! I can’t wait for the next part but I’m thinking back to the fic of her as a little girl constantly going to the library and you really are so good at writing realistic characters with realistic flaws because Indy’s dad is obvious doing the best he can and he’s a very supportive father but the amount of independence she has is crazy like her taking the bus or just being somewhere alone at a young age is worrying even though she’s fictional lmao. Like theoretically that kind of makes him a bad father even though it really doesn’t feel like it and I know he’s not purposely trying to endanger his kid.
So Indy doesn’t like her name because of one specific reason. Her names Carter Elizabeth Jones. And she got hung up on the fact they gave her a girly middle name and a “boy” first name. As a little girl she just can’t wrap her head around the logic no matter how many times Mae told her she just loves the name.
Now on to Billy and the insane independence:
I think the reason I am able to hit a more realistic note is I take experiences from real life. So I grew up in Boston it’s why I know the city so well and am able to write about it the way I do. I wasn’t allowed to do the shit Indy did. But Indy and I aren’t from the same generation. I’ve made her a kid born in the 80’s. Completely different time and insane the freedom kids had. Hearing my dad and his siblings talk about the shit they did always floors me.
So I took that idea and applied it to what a new widower who works 7 days a week would do. They don’t have family, they don’t have money for someone to watch her, but she can’t be stuck inside all summer. So 3 days a week he lets her go to the library. It’s insane! But it’s also so Billy.
I wanted reader to be shocked at why this child is being left alone for a whole day at a public library. Why her dad is teaching her how to take the bus when he clearly doesn’t completely trust she won’t try and make her way to the aquarium. Even Bob is floored when he asks is she’s taking the bus by herself.
And the real answer that in between all those lines. It’s because Mae’s not there to tell Billy how insane that is. I know reader never meets Mae but she was a spitfire of a woman who kept their lives running, helped run the bar, was the primary parent, set limits for Indy, and most importantly she kept her husband in line. Without Mae, Billy’s figuring out his own rules now because he doesn’t have his wife there who told him what needs to get done or letting their 8 year old take the bus is just asking for her to get kidnapped.
Indy is so carefree, free spirited, and almost oblivious to danger because of how Billy raised her. If you re-read old fics you’ll see comments that John makes that Indy’s lucky to have survived childhood or how she was constantly unsupervised.
And Billy’s a mess of a man. Not a bad person, but a mess, he lost his wife a year ago. He’s got no clue what he’s doing most of the time. He just knows his kids smart and that’s the easiest thing to support. You’ll learn later but Billy’s also a felon who went to prison but I don’t wanna spoil anything more than that.
So yeah Billy’s kind of a bad dad in some ways. His sense of what’s safe is skewed or what’s age appropriate doesn’t exist. But he’s not a completely bad dad. He’s trying his best. He lost his wife and doesn’t get to outwardly grieve because their child is held together with library books, light up shoes, and Reese’s cups. So he says yes when he shouldn’t, he shouts sometimes when Indy throws tantrums, pretends library fees don’t apply to them, and feeds her candy before bed so she’ll brush her teeth. But he loves Indy more than anything, I think that’s clear.
QUEEEN, the fic was so good 😮💨 when do we get the 2nd part? ( ￣▽￣)
I’m editing the second part now actually! I wrote the whole 3 part fic in 1 go. It was so long I decided to break it up and it’s making the editing go faster.
Authors note: This is Part 1 of a 3 part series. It is also the first official fic in third person.
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It had been a week since the last pool party and, just like she promised, Indy had brought her friend Charles along. They’d gone to university together and now worked at the same institution, albeit in different departments.
It was still early enough that only the usual suspects had arrived. John and his mates were gathered around Melissa’s kitchen island taking shots, arguing over bowls of crisps, and generally being idiots. They’d all watched the Liverpool match that afternoon, and by four o’clock every one of them was drunker than they ought to have been.
Charles fit in surprisingly quickly. Showing up in a Liverpool jersey had earned instant approval from the lads, while Indy got relentlessly teased for never realizing he was from Liverpool.
“If we’re honest,” Stuart grinned, “she thinks everyone north of London sounds the same.”
“They do.” Indy shrugged.
A chorus of offended noises answered her. John chuckled deeply at her cheeky remark and how his best mates had such a strong reaction.
John watched Charles over the rim of his drink. Blue eyes trained on how he seemed to mainly focus and speak to Indy. Although, that could be easily equated to the fact he only really knew her. She’d dragged him along to set up with a girl in John’s friend group. Claiming he was painfully single and Cassie wanted to try dating someone clever.
Years ago Charles had carried a torch for Indy. She’d turned him down, he’d respected it without argument, and they’d remained friends. Watching them now, John couldn’t find fault with the bloke. No wandering hands. No cheeky comments. Just genuine friendship.
“So she just lets you lot in here?” Charles looked around Melissa’s kitchen, thoroughly impressed and immediately questioning her wealth and profession.
“John’s got a key,” Sam said as he fought Indy over which bowls were for crisps and which were for dips.
“Yeah, we’ve known her for ages,” Stuart added.
“Melissa’s an old family friend. Her dad and mine played footy together all their lives.” John was waiting for the bag of crisps to actually make it into a bowl so he could have one. His eyes drifted lazily between the empty bowl and his beautiful girlfriend as she repeatedly jumped, trying to snatch the bag from Sam’s raised hand.
“Fine!” Indy snapped, giving up.
With a frustrated huff, Indy turned to Stuart, who was in the middle of pouring shots, and decided to use her own tactic.
“Let’s play truth or dare.”
She looked at Charles first.
Charles glanced around to see if she’d been talking to someone else before pointing at himself.
“Yes, Charles. Truth or dare?”
“Bit juvenile?” He gave her another look, asking if she was serious.
“If you don’t choose, I’m picking dare for you.”
“Truth.” He answered quickly, clearly not wanting to be subjected to one of her dares.
“Anyone you fancy?” John asked before Indy could come up with something ridiculous.
Charles blinked at John a few times.
“Not anymore.” He answered a little slowly, holding John’s gaze as though the answer was meant more for him than anyone else.
John nodded once, though the skeptical look never left his face.
“Alright, your turn.” John turned to see what was approaching him out of the corner of his eye and slightly flinched.
Indy was trying to feed him a crisp. Which he took and ate, ignoring how she pouted that he didn’t let her feed him.
“Take mine.” Charles nudged Stuart with the back of his hand.
“John, truth or dare?” Stuart smiled, knowing this man all too well.
“Dare.” John spoke into his cup, taking another crisp Indy tried to feed him.
“Why do you always pick dare?” Indy asked, exasperated and took the crisp away.
“I’d like to keep my secrets to myself.” John admitted freely before motioning for his dare. Then taking the crisp when she wasn’t looking.
“Take a shot of hot sauce.” Stuart shoved the bottle across the counter from where it sat beside the salsa and spicy margarita ingredients.
“Alright. Pour it.”
John kept glancing between Charles and Indy while quietly suffering through the hot sauce, his tongue still on fire. The two of them were debating what qualified as a party theme, and John decided that was enough of them chatting.
“Indy, truth or dare?” John asked.
“Truth.”
“Hey!” Cassie’s voice interrupted the conversation as she walked in carrying a grocery bag and an obnoxiously large bottle of red wine.
“Cassie!” Indy cheered, moving around the island to hug her.
“Charles, this is our friend Cassie.” Indy couldn’t help noticing the way Charles sat a little straighter on the barstool.
A second later he was standing, accidentally revealing he was about half a foot taller than the petite blonde. He held out his hand, expecting a handshake, but Cassie only stared at it for a second before handing him the plastic shopping bag instead.
“I got stuff to make sangria.” She smiled, set the wine on the counter, and pulled out a cutting board.
“Uh… alright?” Charles looked from the bag to Indy.
Indy lightly shoved him toward Cassie.
“Go help her make it.”
“Isn’t the theme Mexico? Which isn’t a theme, it’s a country.” Charles said pointedly to Indy before turning his attention back to Cassie, the girl Indy was very obviously trying to set him up with.
“Don’t,” Indy mouthed, which John seemed to be the only one to notice.
“It’s sangria. I get it at the local Mexican all the time.” Cassie gave Charles a polite but questioning look.
“Sangria originates from Spain,” he replied as though this should’ve been common knowledge.
Cassie looked up for a second and then went back to cutting up fruit and adding it to the pitcher she brought.
“Yes, and it made its way to Mexico. Colonization. Which you know.” Indy said pointedly, then pointed at the scraps on the cutting board for Charles to throw away.
“I didn’t know that,” Cassie admitted sincerely.
“Well—” Charles barely got the word out before Indy grabbed John by the elbow and dragged him into the living room.
He snatched one last chip loaded with salsa before allowing himself to be forcibly escorted away. He wasn’t entirely sure why he was in trouble, but he put on his most charming smile anyway, ready to win Indy back over.
“You have to help him,” Indy whispered urgently.
“What?” John’s smile disappeared.
“He’s going to stand there and give a lecture on colonization.” Indy frantically waved toward the kitchen doorway.
“How long will that last?” John asked.
She gave him a baffled look.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged.
“Enough time to sneak away for a quickie?” John’s eyes dropped to her white, low-cut halter top hiding her new swimsuit, and how it gave her breasts more lift than usual. “Your tits right now—”
“Right!” Indy looked down at herself. “I’d been waiting for you to notice. It’s this new bathing suit—the top’s a push up—wait!” She shook her head. “We’re getting distracted.”
“Save him so hopefully he and Cassie hit it off.” Indy whined but John was too busy staring at her chest. She snapped her fingers in his face to get his attention.
“No.” John said it simply and turned to head back toward the kitchen.
Indy caught his forearm before he could leave. John kissed her cheek, gently peeled her fingers away, then gave her ass a playful smack.
“John.” She whined again.
He didn’t even look back as he happily wandered into the kitchen in search of more chips and salsa.
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“Cassie, grab me another beer,” John called from the living room as Cassie hurried for the back door everyone had just heard slide open.
“Cassie,” John called again, making her glance over her shoulder and cut her eyes at him.
“Beer.” He pointed at his empty bottle but watched her disappear into the kitchen.
She didn’t respond, so Indy asked what everyone wanted to drink and offered to bring everything back. Everyone ordered something reasonable, but of course John decided that, since it was his lovely girlfriend asking, he’d request some complicated mixed drink instead.
“Melissa, help.” Cassie came scurrying out of the living room and nearly ran straight into Melissa, who was walking through the back door after finally getting home from work.
“What?” Melissa laughed, loving that she’d left Cassie and Indy to get the party ready.
It looked amazing. The food was spread out, the drink station was stocked, and whatever was baking in the oven smelled divine.
“Indy stuck me with her uni mate. They’re all in the living room playing cards, so I need you to go in there and take his attention off me. Also I think Indy can count cards she keeps winning.” Cassie looked over her shoulder hoping Indy didn’t hear he accusing her of cheating.
“Indy’s a sweetheart. I doubt she’d set you up with someone thick. As for the card counting… possibly.” Tipped her head to the side before tossing her purse on the kitchen table.
“He keeps talking about things I’ve never even heard of.” Cassie whispered, checking over her shoulder again to make sure Charles wasn’t nearby.
“Didn’t you ask her to set you up with someone clever?”
“Not that clever. He’s like a professor.” She sounded completely exasperated.
“Hey, Cass.” A huge tattooed man wandered through the back door, earning little more than a passing glance from her.
“Help.” Cassie repeated to Melissa, grabbing her forearm and lightly shaking it.
“Oh, that American bird here? Wouldn’t mind seeing her arse running around in that tiny bikini again.” The hulking man clicked his tongue and looked around to see if she was hiding just out of sight.
“Liam, don’t.” Melissa sighed. She’d already lectured him once about leaving Indy alone.
Liam was built similarly to John. Both men took up more space than they seemed to realize simply by virtue of their size. But where John was quiet and stoic, Liam was loud, charming, and crude in a way that somehow got laughs more often than punches. He got away with saying outrageous things because people generally found him funny.
He was handsome too. Tall, muscular, with a blonde buzz cut, striking blue eyes, and tattoos covering his arms and chest before climbing one side of his neck. He wore a black tank top stretched across his frame and baby blue swim trunks covered in little pool floats with bikini clad women sitting on them.
Indy had caught his eye the week before, and both Melissa and Cassie had warned him to leave her alone. The last thing either of them wanted was to watch him and John get into a fight.
“She’s wasted on Price. Poor thing’s stuck with that boring sod.”
“Stop being crude,” Cassie hissed.
“You think he can handle all that?” Liam motioned vaguely towards the curve of Indy’s hips before wandering over to the drinks.
“John’s going to kick your arse,” Cassie said seriously.
“Let him try.” Liam dismissed them both with a shrug.
As if the universe wanted to make things worse, Indy wandered into the kitchen looking for Cassie. She didn’t notice Liam standing by the fridge grabbing a beer. Instead she stopped in the doorway, smiling at the two women.
“Melissa! You’re home. Uh—” She trailed off as Cassie let out a heavy sigh.
“He’s a lovely chap, Indy. But just a little too—”
“Smart?” Indy guessed, already knowing exactly where this was going.
“Oi, how are you, tiny?” Liam walked over wearing that same easy smile and gave her shoulder a light tap.
“Liam, I didn’t even see you.” Without a second thought, Indy stepped in and hugged him around the middle.
She never noticed his hand linger, sliding down her back instead of simply letting go as she walked over to Cassie and Melissa.
“Maybe you should talk to Charles.” Cassie turned to Melissa, and Indy’s eyes darted rapidly between the pair. She hadn’t expected Melissa and Charles to hit it off, but they actually seemed like a good match.
“Aren’t you two dating?” Indy asked, looking between Melissa and Liam.
They both laughed dryly.
“Absolutely not.” Melissa answered a little too quickly, making Indy wonder what that was about.
“She’d be so lucky.” Liam teased.
“They’re work friends.” Cassie clarified with a laugh.
“You’re a lawyer too?” Indy asked Liam, not expecting him to be an academic as well.
“I’m a bailiff.”
“Ah. Makes sense since you’re built like a house.” Indy meant it as a perfectly innocent observation.
Liam definitely didn’t take it that way.
“I’m large in all departments, tiny.” He tossed his arms out and gave her a charming followed by a wink.
Indy rolled her eyes and wisely chose not to respond.
“Is Charles really that clever?” Melissa asked.
“Yes.” Indy and Cassie answered in unison.
“Alright, send him my way. It’s been a while since I’ve had some male company.”
“Indy, darling, drinks.” John poked his head into the kitchen wearing an impossibly charming smile.
Indy rolled her eyes playfully and wandered over to make the spicy margarita she’d promised him.
“Hey, John.” Melissa laughed quietly at how this normally stoic mountain of a man turned into such a smitten idiot whenever Indy was around.
“You’re more than capable of getting your own drink.” Cassie teased. She knew John wasn’t usually lazy, but he was in rare form today.
“I’ve served this country. It’s nice to be doted on from time to time.” John shot back, not noticing how Liam rolled his eyes.
“You hear him?” Cassie looked at Indy. “He’s exhausting.”
“Isn’t he so cute?” Indy cooed, and stepped closer so she could pinch his cheek.
That earned an exaggerated eye roll from the hulking military man, a he lightly pushed her hand away. John nodded at Melissa, glanced at Liam without acknowledging him, then looked back to Indy and silently pointed first at the bag of crisps on the counter and then at the drink station.
Indy laughed out loud at how playfully bossy he was being.
“Cheers.” John disappeared back into the living room.
“Am I invisible?” Liam scoffed with a laugh, looking at Indy.
“To John? Yes, and you know why.” Melissa said matter of factly but Liam waved her off.
“He’s not exactly a social butterfly.” Indy smiled, teasing John just enough without giving Liam the impression she was entertaining his comment.
“Right.” Liam didn’t sound convinced as he went back to drinking his beer.
——————
“Tiny, here you go.”
Liam held out a shot of tequila to Indy in a pink glass shaped as a woman’s torso with large breasts. It made her scoff, surprised Melissa even owned something like this.
She was standing with John near the corner of the pool, chatting with Sam and Stuart. They’d all changed into their swimwear by now. John had needed ten minutes alone in the bedroom after lathering sunscreen onto her so he could calm himself down. Once she’d stopped laughing at his predicament, it had only left her wanting her broad, barrel chested man even more.
“What did you just call her?” John asked, taking the shot glass before Indy could. He gave the pink lewd glass a look of confusion.
“Settle down.” Liam smiled easily before turning his attention back to Indy, who placed her finger on one of the breasts and whispered something about back pain.
“How about I call you love instead?” Liam couldn’t hide the smirk that spread across his face.
John’s hand instinctively settled against her hip. Eyes snapping from the glass his girlfriend was jokingly fondling and to the man who was giving her a charming smile.
“And I’ll call you dead ‘cause John doesn’t like that,” Indy shot back with a small giggle.
She was only teasing, and everyone knew it. She lacked the malice John could summon so effortlessly, but she also couldn’t completely ignore her boyfriend’s overprotective streak whenever it decided to make a public appearance.
John peered into the shot glass, not particularly appreciating another man bringing his girlfriend a drink. She wasn’t exactly short on people willing to look after her.
“Bit dodgy, this.” He tossed the tequila back, not reacting to the bitter taste.
“You just wanted my drink,” Indy said flatly.
“Cheers.” John handed the empty shot glass back to Liam.
“Alright,” Liam replied, equally flat.
“Oi, Liam.” A few men wandered through the back gate, greeting him like old mates, beers in hand and another bottle of tequila.
“Where’d you disappear to last night?” one of them asked as they met halfway across the patio.
“I pulled a proper fit bird.” He sneered, earning a few laughs, jeers, and claps on the back.
“What does that mean?” Indy whispered to John.
John’s expression stayed perfectly flat. Blinking a few times, he didn’t feel like sugar coating it so John told her in plain English.
“Means he slept with a pretty girl.”
“Ew.” Indy scrunched her nose. “Why announce that?” She cast a judgmental look in Liam’s direction that drifted to his friends who were loudly asking for details.
“Because he’s a pervert.” John answered matter of factly.
“That’s a little harsh.” She shot him a warning look. He motioned to the group of men now talking in details about their recent conquests. When Indy rolled her eyes John merely shrugged.
“Is it?” Sam asked with a chuckle.
“If you heard half the dirty things that came out of his mouth, you’d be calling him one too.” Indy pointed accusingly at John.
He stopped halfway through a sip of his drink and slowly cut his eyes towards her.
“Johnny boy does have a randy side!” Stuart barked with laughter, loud enough that Liam glanced over with narrowed eyes.
“Oi,” John hissed. “That’s in private.”
Indy only shrugged innocently, giving him a cheeky little wink.
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John sat in a patio chair with his mates around the table near the back door, lazily smoking. His eyes stayed fixed on Indy as she wandered around the pool in her new bathing suit. Well, she was more prancing than walking as she chased after a colourful beach ball that kept rolling away.
The pale blue bikini looked as though it’d been made with her in mind. Thin white stripes crossed the fabric, the color making her hazel eyes seem brighter and her sun kissed skin glow beneath the afternoon light. The halter top gathered just enough to flatter her figure without looking gaudy, while the matching bottoms rested comfortably against the curve of her hips. It was playful rather than provocative, the sort of swimsuit that somehow suited both the archaeologist who spent weeks covered in dirt and the woman laughing barefoot beside a pool.
John wasn’t sure if it was the bikini or simply the woman wearing it, but she looked breathtaking. Every time she laughed, tucked her hair behind her ear, or wandered across the patio, his eyes found her without permission.
She wasn’t trying to draw attention to herself.
That was the problem.
She never seemed to realize how striking she was.
There wasn’t an ounce of shame in the way his eyes wandered over her. The top gave just enough lift that each step made the soft flesh bounce ever so slightly. Then there was the way her round bottom drew his eye as she bent to scoop up the beach ball.
A moment later she was by the edge of the pool handing it to Melissa, bent comfortably at the waist with her hands resting on her knees while chatting to Charles who was handing her his glasses. Melissa and Cassie tossed the ball back and forth, warming up before everyone started the volleyball game.
That was when John noticed Liam heading off for a smoke.
More specifically, he noticed where the man chose to sit. The hip high stone retaining wall directly behind Indy. John wondered if he’d be less obvious if Liam hid in the shrubbery.
John’s eyes narrowed, his moustache twitching as he watched the tattooed oaf pretend he’d simply found a comfortable place to smoke, when in reality he’d picked the best vantage point in the garden.
There was a huge difference, in John’s mind, between having a cheeky look and outright staring. Anything over six seconds was rude. It said far too much about the sort of man willing to stare that long.
John, of course, didn’t seem to realize he could stare at Indy for twenty straight minutes and think nothing of it. His wandering eye was allowed because they were dating and she didn’t mind it.
Whereas this bastard had now reached seventeen seconds with his eyes fixed on her bottom.
Six had been pushing it.
Ten was disrespectful.
Seventeen was liable to end with someone needing stitches.
“Oi.” Liam called over to Indy, making John draw an involuntary breath through his nose.
Still bent over, Indy glanced back over her shoulder and smiled. John watched the smug grin spread across Liam’s face as though he’d just won the lottery.
Then Liam crooked two fingers at her in a lazy come here gesture.
John felt his pulse pound for a single beat. He knew Indy wouldn’t recognise it for what it was, a mildly crude gesture Liam hid in plain sight. John knew the man’s pattern by now. He sprinkled conversations with innuendo that stayed just subtle enough to be plausibly deniable whenever he fancied a woman. John had heard plenty of crude remarks about other women when only the lads were around.
The whole routine was designed to gauge interest.
The unfortunate truth was Indy wasn’t interested in the slightest. But her American friendliness would absolutely read as flirting to a man like Liam.
Alarm bells rang in John’s head because he knew her like the back of his hand. More importantly, he knew Liam didn’t particularly care whether the woman he fancied was single, dating, engaged, or married.
He had one goal. That was glaringly obvious to John.
With his jaw clenched, John watched Indy wander over. Her hands inductively falling behind her and fixing her bottoms that had rode up.
Liam stood to his full height, peering down at her chest whenever she naturally looked away during conversation. John even noticed the way he seemed to posture, chest puffed out, standing over her, one step too close.
What riled John up even more was watching Indy rest her hand on Liam’s forearm while she laughed at whatever idiotic joke he made. She stood there for much longer than John liked. Chatting away, denying Liam’s cigarette when he offered it, and making the man laugh almost obnoxiously loud.
A moment later she turned and headed back towards John, a smile already breaking across her face as she waited for his eyes to land on her so she could see what he thought of the bikini.
Only John never looked directly at her.
His eyes stayed fixed just beyond her shoulder, watching Liam unsuccessfully pretend he wasn’t checking out her ass as she walked away.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” John scoffed under his breath.
“You alright? You look like you’re plotting a murder.” Sam eyed him, noticing he seemed to be glaring straight at Indy as she walked over.
“You mad about her swimsuit or something?” Stuart asked, turning in his chair to look at her. She looked… not quite like herself. For just a second she seemed oddly self conscious before her usual easy confidence settled back over her.
“What? Why would I be mad at that? She’s stunning.”
“She is.” Stuart agreed.
John flicked cigarette ash in his direction, hating how the wind blew it right back on himself. It made his mates laugh as John dusted it off his trunks.
“Mind yourself.” John sounded serious but it was hard to take him that was as he spit out the cigarette ash that flew into his mouth seconds earlier.
“John, you look like you’re going to kill her.” Sam lowered his voice, genuinely checking in to make sure nothing had happened between the normally lovestruck couple.
“Not her. The fuckwit staring at her arse.” John motioned toward Liam, and all three men turned to see exactly what he meant.
Liam’s eyes really were glued to Indy as she walked away, beer halfway to his mouth.
“C’mon, mate. Bloke’s just having a look.” Stuart wasn’t defending Liam so much as pointing out that people naturally looked.
“He’s staring at her like she’s something to be had.”
“Simmer down. You pick a fight with every bloke who sneaks a peek and it’ll be you versus half the party.” Ant warned.
“I’ve caught a few of the girls looking too.” Stuart snickered. “It’ll be you versus an army.”
“And I’d win.” John grumbled.
“You know people can notice she’s pretty without being a perv, right?” Ant asked.
By then Indy had reached the table, looking stunning as always in that sweet, playful way she had.
John slowly looked at each of his mates, silently warning them to drop the conversation before she got dragged into it.
“Nice bikini, Indy. New?” Stuart smiled politely as she stepped up. He only said it to wind John up a little.
“Thanks for noticing. It is new.” Indy beamed.
John answered Stuart with a deadpan stare.
“Can I borrow you?” Indy asked, her voice softer than usual. She touched John’s shoulder lightly and he was taking her hand in his.
“’Course.” John stubbed out his cigarette and followed her through the house to the spare bedroom just off the kitchen.
The door clicked shut behind them. John turned to see her standing with her arms hugging herself. She looked so pretty with her hair down, in her little blue bikini with white striped and pretty powder pink nails.
“Is this too much?” Indy asked immediately, motioning to her swimsuit. A small crease formed between her brows. John watched how she looked at herself in the dresser mirror across the room and frowned.
“It’d look better on the floor.” The casual flirtation only seemed to annoy her.
She huffed and started to pull her hair back into a ponytail. She wore that bratty look that John knew meant trouble.
“What?” Cocking his head to the side he watched her features turn into an angry half frown.
“You… you didn’t check me out.” She looked down at the floor, pouting without even realizing it.
“What are you talking about?”
The accusation completely blindsided him.
“When I walked over to the table you didn’t even look at me. I was doing a little strut so you’d get…” She gestured vaguely. “…a little sneak peek for later. I was gonna ask you to put more sunscreen on me, tell you to focus on my front-“ Indy motioned to her top. “so you’d know… without knowing. Y’know?”She mumbled the last part, clearly embarrassed to admit the whole thing had been a carefully planned seduction.
“Hang on…” John’s eyebrows lifted. “Am I about to get lucky?” The excitement was evident as John wagged his eyebrows. There was a beat of silence as John looked at her hopefully but was met with a mean look from her.
“If you’d checked me out then probably, yeah.” She crossed her arms tighter. “But you didn’t even look at me.”
“I’ve been watching your tits bounce around all day. Trust me, I’ve noticed. Been having a hard time keeping my eyes to myself.” John reached forward and playfully squeezed one of her breasts, she pretend not to notice and waited a few seconds before swatting him away.
“But you didn’t look at me when I wanted you to.” She muttered.
“So if I’d looked at you, I’d be gettin’ sucked off right now?” He deliberately chose the crudest wording possible, hoping it’d embarrass her enough to make her laugh instead.
Instead her cheeks flushed crimson. It was clear she was completely thrown off balance that John had guessed correctly.
“Yeah…” she admitted in a tiny voice. “But you didn’t.”
“Fine then. Do a little twirl.” John spun his finger around which earned him getting a pillow throw at him. He chuckled and tossed it back on the bed.
“Darling.” John sighed, a cocky grin creeping onto his face.
“Sorry.” She immediately backpedaled. Waving her hand dismissively as if to say no without actually uttering the word.
That was not the reaction he’d been hoping for.
He couldn’t help thinking that she’d dragged him in here planning to surprise him, and he wasn’t quite ready to let that idea go.
“Can we just pretend I looked? I wouldn’t mind having you suck m—”
“You didn’t look,” she cut him off. “What, was there some other girl behind me or something?” She averted her gaze and pouted like she did when she was being a little dramatic.
There she was.
His impossibly stubborn girlfriend.
John chuckled despite himself. They both knew exactly what she was trying to do, back him into a corner until he started showering her with compliments. But John didn’t work that way. His compliment came freely, all the time, but not when she was forcing them.
He wasn’t falling for that trap and accidentally ending up in an argument about some imaginary woman. So he told her the truth.
“I was looking at that prick Liam who’s become a little too familiar.” The tone switch threw Indy for a loop, not expecting Liam of all people to be brought up right now.
“No, you weren’t.” She said almost a little too quickly.
“I was. He’s trying to become acquainted with the sight of your arse.” John motioned to her hips.
“No, he’s not.” Indy shot back immediately, looking offended by the accusation.
“Darling, he’s trying to burn the image of it into his head.” John said a bit exasperated by the sudden defensiveness.
“Ew, why would he do that?” She meant it morally. Not understanding why someone who was getting to know her would automatically objectify her or why John would assume that.
John quirked an eyebrow wondering if she was being serious. When there was no responce he gave her the plain truth.
“To have a wank.” He spoke matter of factly.
“He’s not gonna jerk off to me. That’s creepy and weird. What kind of person does something like that?” The look on her face showed just how embarrassed and offended she was by the idea.
“Men.”
“You don’t do that-“
“To the thought of you, I do. What do you think I do when I’m overseas? Twiddle my thumbs?” John cut her off, his honesty making her blush and stutter.
“Th-that’s different…” She squeaked, a weird mix of flattery and annoyance swirling in her stomach.
“Is it?” John quirked an eyebrow waiting for her next argument.
“Wait you really think about me when you’re-?” Waving her hand Indy couldn’t help how she glanced down at his shorts and then back up to his icy blue eyes.
“Of course I do.” John said earnestly.
Indy blinked at him a few times, her mind wandering for a second before remembering what they had been arguing about.
“Well… it’s still different we have sex.” The words tumbled out quickly as she begged herself to stop picturing what John had just confessed to.
Focus. Focus.
“I’m a man. I can admit what I do. That’s why I can assure you, by the way he’s staring, he’s planning the same thing.” John was wholly unamused and his frustration growing as Indy continued to dismiss him.
“John, I think you’re being paranoid.” She sighed. “Yeah, he’s crude, but he’s like that with everyone. I’m not special. I think that’s just his weird way of being friendly.” She hated thinking people were looking at her that way. If she started believing every friendly guy secretly wanted her, she’d never feel comfortable having male friends.
“Don’t call me paranoid.” His voice carried enough warning that she should’ve know better and backed off.
Instead she doubled down.
“Then stop assuming the worst of people.” She snapped.
“He’s been checking out your arse every chance he gets. Do I have to keep saying it!?” John’s voice raised slightly, only pouring fuel on the fire.
“So have you, apparently. Not that I saw.” She grumbled before continuing. “And Sam and Stuart don’t exactly keep their eyes to themselves either.” It was a bit of a low blow, but Indy wasn’t offended by people looking. To her everyone looked at each other, it didn’t have to be inherently sexual.
John sucked in a ragged breath through his nose. That was the last thing he’d wanted to hear, that she’d noticed his mates looking too.
“They know better.” His finger came up in warning.
“Get onto them about being respectful before you embarrass me when I’m just trying to fit in with all your friends.” Her frustration finally boiled over, voice raising slightly. “You know it’s not easy being the new person. Being someone’s girlfriend. Being thrown into a friend group with years of history.” She waved her hands around wildly.
“Fine. But don’t come crying to me when your new mate proves me right.” John stepped back so he wasn’t blocking the door as Indy moved to leave.
“Fine!” She whipped her head around just to yell the word at him before continuing on.
“You’ve never liked him.” she muttered, kicking John’s trainers out of the way because the door got caught on them and wouldn’t open fully.
“Oh? And how do you know that?”John let out a dry laugh.
She’d only met Liam twice. Someone had told her. John wasn’t stupid, he knew where that was coming from.
“Liam told me.” She turned back around now holding the door knob and having the door slightly ajar.
“Aw. You two best mates now?” The sarcasm was her final straw, she hated when John got like this.
“You’re such a jerk!” She stamped her foot like a petulant child and finally shouted at him.
John couldn’t help bark out a dry, sarcastic laugh. Her face flushed hotter, feeling thoroughly patronized and feeling the urge to pick up his shoe and throw it at him. But she didn’t, she exited the room instead.
“Have fun with that twat with the neck tattoo.” John called after her as she took a step out the door. She whipped around again looking like she wanted to throttle him.
“What does a neck tattoo have to do with anything!?” She’d practically shrieked the question.
“Makes him more of a twat.” John spat back.
“Well!… have fun with your right hand!” The way she yelled had John blinking in utter shock he’d wound her up that much.
She threw both hands into the air and stormed off. John watched her go before reluctantly following a few paces behind and stopping in the hallway that connected to the kitchen.
He was angry.
Angry because every time he tried warning her about something like this, she accused him of seeing the worst in people.
Hands planted on his hips, he watched the sway of her hips as she stomped away. Somehow her angry walk made her ass jiggle which was hard to not stare at in those little bikini bottoms. Even through his irritation, desire stirred low in his stomach.
That only made him feel worse.
He grimaced, let out a long frustrated breath through his nose, and then pinched the bridge of it.
Maybe he’d picked the absolute worst possible moment to bring this up. Maybe he should’ve just complimented the damn swimsuit and left well enough alone. What he could say for certain was there was no real reason to wind her up like that.
“Brilliant.” He scrubbed a hand down his beard as she disappeared out the back door.
“Now I’ve gone and upset her.” He sighed.
Glancing back up through the kitchen doorway, he saw her struggle to shut the sliding glass door that had gotten jammed on a twig. She cursed quietly and left it half open before walking away.
“Now I’m gonna be the one having a wank.” He mumbled to himself.
There wasn’t a chance in hell Indy would even hold his hand tonight, never mind drag him into the spare room for the cheeky little surprise she’d so obviously been planning.
He’d gone and ruined it. Some sexy little seduction. A stolen quickie no one else at the party would’ve known about.
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