#indy*

[ghoulluck]

Andrea hung her legs over the platform as she peered over the metallic railing at the group dancing on the work floor. Every victory, no matter how small always seemed a reason to celebrate.

Her eyes fell on the oldest woman in the group. Paulina was a pilot and the wife of a man who she was currently only seeing while drunk. The other woman was perfect in every way. She sighed as she set her chin on the top of one of arm to watch the woman dance.

Andrea felt the pit of guilt in her stomach gnaw at her. The world was fucked up enough. The mechanic reasoned that if she was ever drunk enough and brave enough, she would say something. Instead, she sucked on the end of a smuggled bottle of jim beam in hopes of gathering the courage.

She watched the festivities until she felt too tired to deal with all the noise. Andrea stood with some trouble on shaking drunken limbs to make her way down the noisy scaffolding. 

She thought about Indy.

He was a beautiful man with warm dark brown eyes and a grown ass kid who made her feel awkwardly mirrored in more than a few ways. Andrea always mused about breaking up with him — how did someone break up with a person who wasn’t committed to them?

Her feet hit concrete and she drained the bottle further when she realized she was thinking too much. Life was too short. She knew that now.

Through an open door, she spotted her thirteen year old curled up in the mechanic bay with a few other of his siblings. He wasn’t her’s, but she loved him more then anything else in her life. She had gone out into the radiation at what at the time had been the end of the world to find him. She didn’t regret it once.

She was too ashamed and probably too drunk to join them in bed.

Andrea exhaled as she made her way to the community showers. She set the bottle down on the bench as she kicked her beaten boots off. She threw off her leather jacket used to conceal the strange growing things in her shoulders.

She wrestled with her t shirt and smacked herself in the face before turning around to see the progress of the new appendages. Fuck that hurt. They were starting to grow a few soft feathers. She reached back to touch them and hissed at their sensitivity.

She stood still when she heard the tell tale flip of the door. Andrea had never felt more like a deer in headlights then when paulina stood a few feet before her. The mechanic had never been so close to the other woman.

She opened her mouth to say something, but her words failed her.

Paulina was as drunk as the mechanic was. Her eyes crossed the scarred skin of Andrea’s arms and she stumbled forward in her heels to sit down. She didn’t speak much English, so the Spanish woman was embarrassed to even try to ask for help from the inky woman.

Even without words, the fumbling was enough to tell Andrea that paulina needed help. The mechanic managed to get down on her knees, focusing only on the task of trying to get the straps loose. One shoe came off and the foot rested on Andreas hip before the next one came off.

When had paulina gotten so close?

She leaned in until she could kiss the pilots soft red lips. Really, it was the only way to rectify a wrong. The pilot brought her in, squeezing Andrea’s s hips with her thighs as the kiss softened.

The mechanic breathed in heavily as paulina pulled at the waist band of her jeans. “I - I - I have HIV—“ she needed the other to know before her pants met the floor. Paulina nodded in acknowledgment.

When the others pants became too frustrating, paulina squeezed her hand down the front of Andrea’s underwear to pet the other heavily. It was a little harder to focus on the pain in her knees with the pilot’s fingers searching mercilessly for her clit.

She managed to pull up Paulina’s skirts only to find herself blushing too hard at the feeling of something else strapped securely to the inside of the older woman’s thigh. The pilot felt a little smirk. paulina knew about her husband’s relationship with the inky woman and the pair had agreed on Andrea the moment they had spotted her.

The older woman took the opportunity to pull her hands out of Andrea’s jeans to yank them down with a gesture of her head to one of the shower stalls. Andrea didnt have to be told twice as she managed to get out of the rest of her clothes.

The spray of water was automatic when it sensed her movement. She felt her chest touch the cold tile when the distance between her and Paulina was branched by the press of the toy. The Spanish woman spaced her legs a little and a chill ran up Andrea’s spine when a tender kiss was placed in between her growing wings.

She let out a groan of pleasure when the pilot pushed into her. “Fu—ck.” Andrea pushed back out of her best instincts to pursue the growing knot of heat in her stomach. It didn’t take more than a few minutes for paulina to push her over the edge and Andrea felt pathetic about how easy it had been for the woman.

She nearly commented on how much better the pilot was in bed than her husband, but the click of the leather and its straps distracted her. A quick change of sleeve and Andrea made paulina accidentally pull down the curtain exposing them both to the dark eyed man they both knew intimately.

Indy smirked a little bit as he picked the rack up from the floor to put it back as he stepped into the stall with a succession of metallic rings echoing through the bathroom.

[ghoulluck]

Her heavy boots paused as she peaked around the corner. She had stopped to check on indy, but Paulina was her first encounter. There was a white stripe on the goddess’ spine that she had assumed was a scar, but she had never seen it for what it was: hieroglyphs running downwards like a scripture. Paulina seemed some how aware that eyes were on her and she moved her cascades of golden brown hair back to hide it.

Andrea swallowed, her leather jacket shifting uncomfortably over her shoulders as she tried to quietly stalk forward. She breathed in deeply, almost afraid of how to go about intimacy with the older woman. The inky demon always felt okay with touching indy, but Paulina was almost holy. 

The first kiss to the relic was soft and planted to the shoulder. Paulina was warm like she had just come out of the sun despite it being nearly midnight. The older woman breathed in softly, taking Andrea’s hands to wrap them around her satin clad waist to feel the leather under her fingers as she leaned back into the demon’s arms.

“Que piensas (what are you thinking)?”

The inky creature closed her eyes to focus instead on the smell of Paulina’s skin; wood, sun, dirt, fresh cut grass and the distinct smell of gold ore being forged in a fire. She kept her thoughts to herself to cautiously move her mouth to the goddess’ hairline just at the nape of her neck.

Indy had managed to pull himself from his blankets when Paulina hadn’t come back to him. He gave a thick swallow to see Andrea slowly coming down to kneel before the older woman. He knew how much that hurt ; he knew the personal importance of the action.

She had the relic pressed to the counter by the hips. It was easy to see she was nervous as she moved to drape one Paulina’s legs over her shoulder. Indy moved in slowly to adjust one of Andrea’s arms so the older woman could be better supported.

Indy’s reassurance came in the form of his hand against the back of her head. The taste was oddly different from a man’s. Paulina tasted more like the way she smelled which encouraged her to be more bold in her exploration. 

Indy couldn’t help the chuckle at the eager way Andrea approached his wife’s pleasure. The demon seemed to be doing something right after a bit of fumbling when he watched the tremor in paulina’s leg get worse before her mouth started to fall open. He helped support Paulina even if it put an awful ache in his muscles. The dark eyed man caught her mouth mid moan to swallow the noise up so no one else could hear until he swore both of them were going to give out.

Andrea gave a soft noise at being a little smothered between two crotches before grinning to herself to rub the back of her head against his hard cock. “Don’t you dare,” he hissed in between clenched teeth as he leaned more heavily on the counter when Paulina drew him in with a similar grin. Between two hands and two sets of mouths, he was a goner and so was the damn edge of the counter.

Andrea’s jaw clicked when she rotated it and her knees were in splintering pain. “Can I get —“ her gravelly voice was gravelly and raw, “water and some help?”

Getting her on her feet was a task she hadn’t bargained for.

It took an hour to migrate to bed and indy hit the pillows too hard for them to know he would be asleep too soon. Paulina rubbed his back until his eyes shut.

The goddess turned her attention to Andrea. Her fingers touched the heavy leather of her jacket before pushing it slowly over her shoulder. The demon swallowed a little as her swollen lips were kissed. Her fingers followed the motion back up the demon’s pale arms as the older woman pressed her chest to the other’s. The relic’s weight shifted to be in between her legs and the goddess sat back to run her hands down Andrea’s chest and stomach.

Was this how indy felt?

The pop of her jeans was relieving. The demon felt hot in the face. It was a good day not to wear underwear. Paulina’s eyes made her feel self conscious as they openly wandered the expanse of the skin exposed to her. Andrea swallowed as a hand creeped up closer.

Paulina came back to close the distance between them with a kiss as she slipped her fingers into the velvet heat. The goddess’ weight seemed to sit behind it, making Andrea’s eyes shut as she opened her mouth against the others with a shaking moan. She hadn’t imagined what sex with Paulina alone would be like. Indy had always been there, well — he still was.

She wrapped a shaking arm cautiously around the woman’s shoulder. She felt Paulina’s other arm plant by her hip for leverage. The permanent curl of the fingers rubbed up against some hot patch that only indy had ever found just once. Andrea bucked down onto the fingers carefully.

The hand that had been by her hip came to wrap at the back of her neck. Paulina’s weight was nestled so hard into the spot Andrea was seeing stars. Her legs instinctively came up to try to avoid being fucked into an orgasm, but the goddess didn’t stop and the demon was embarrassed by it.

She covered her mouth, looking over at indy who had opened an eye to look at her. “Sorry— please go back to sleep baby,“ her voice was just small rasps now.

Paulina was more then satisfied with the hybrid’s humiliation and mortification as she shakily stepped away to bring a wash cloth. She was gentle with the clean up. The older woman came back when her hands were clean. She felt dumb to ask for a kiss, but the other obliged the halfling with a long sweet kiss before wrapping her up.

It had been a long time since she had cried after sex. Sex wasn’t really all that vulnerable since up until now people had just paid for it. She was always afraid that she was just getting used. She understood now why indy needed to be held afterwards. It was funny how sensitive he was for such a scary looking man, then again he didn’t have someone like himself growing up and giving a shit about him. Ryan was lucky.

Her ear nestled comfortably in the dip between Paulina’s boobs. Tits were great. She was bummed that she didn’t really have any for indy to lay on. She shifted her head around to feel their varying softness before settling down again tiredly. A few more kisses and she was out like a light.

[ghoulluck]

The water reflected back at Ryan. The only light in the room radiated from somewhere in the bath. Her fingers reached out cautiously to disturb it’s still surface. The voice of the late philosopher rings out into the otherwise empty room. Ryan doesn’t know why Frankenstein chose Alan Watts, but there is a calming way in the way the English man speaks that reminds her of Stan, particularly of the subject of death. 

She dips a foot into the pool as the voice soothes her. It’s the closest she’ll get to being with him again. Ryan reaches up to pull down the dark hood to encase herself in the dimly lit basin. The steady trickle of water provides a backdrop to the old man’s voice as she breathes in slowly. She feels her chest touch the top of case and the water leaves her with little space to draw her last breath. 

She focuses on the sound of his voice before it all fades into darkness.

When she wakes up, she is laying on a slab with a dark shadow standing over her. For a minute, just a split minute, Ryan thinks she sees Stan until she hears Indy’s voice, “How you feeling?” 

She doesn’t answer for a minute as she processes her father’s question, “Tired?” 

He reaches down just briefly to wipe back her damp hair, “C’mon, let’s get you dressed. Your mom wants to see you.”

[ghoulluck]

Indy popped in to check on Paulina. She was propped up against the massive teddy bear he had gotten her for her birthday a few years ago. She had the teddy bears arm around her and she was watching some video on the tablet Ryan had gotten her for Christmas.

“Hey,” he called out and the woman looked up at him.

She didn’t look the age she claimed to be. She didn’t look a day over thirty despite the fact for fifty fourth birthday was coming around the corner.

Indy came to her side of the bed to sit by her feet. He grasped her foot with a firm stroke of thumb to the ball of it. Paulina gave a soft groan. “Your birthday is coming up. I wanted to know if you wanted something,” he stated with a shrug of his shoulders.

She sighed, a hand going to her little bald patch as she seemed to look grim. He knew the answer to that question. Paulina wanted their baby home. He did too. Her lower lip trembled as she shrugged again. She didn’t want anything else more.

Indy swallowed thickly, “Ry will get better. She’s a solider, you know?”

Paulina nodded, but the sharp breath she took betrayed her as she started to cry. She had stayed strong for him the entire process between their child being dead and being revived. He hadn’t been able to handle it very well. He didn’t know how she had gotten him in bed, or how many times she had kept him from drowning in his own puke.

Now, it was her turn to break.

Paulina sniffled a bit as Indy got closer to kiss the tears off her face. It broke him knowing she was afraid of the future Ryan would have. They spent only fifteen minutes with the paper work the continental had sent them before Paulina had urged him to sign them. Looking back now, they weren’t sure if it would be worth it.

The woman was in tears and he tried his best to comfort her before she caught his mouth in a kiss. She needed his strength now.

Since he could remember, he had sensed there was something about Paulina that set her apart from everyone else. She would be remarkably improved after he had worshipped her in the bedroom, but would decline just as quickly and he was convinced taking care of her meant Ryan would suffer less and to an extent it seemed true.

He had been neglecting worship and her health was declining.

He could do at least this for her.

[ghoulluck]

Andrea calls up the stairs, “Hey, mini me, you ready?”

“Yeah! Be right there mom!”

She’ll never get over the way he says mom.

Fritz stomps all the way down the stairs before gasping out, “I forgot my jacket!” Even if it was a thousand degrees outside, she had taught him to always wear jeans and a jacket when they rode the motorcycle together. The blonde boy ran all the way upstairs before quickly coming down again.

He stood on the very bottom stair and Andrea got down on her knees despite how much it hurt to do so. She checked his shoe laces first, then zipped up his leather jacket before standing. “You ready now?” The little angel nods enthusiastically and it just makes her face ache with how much he makes her smile.

She offers her hand to him and Fritz takes it.

The pair walk until they reach the garage and he claps to turn on the light. Without fail, they both burst into a small laugh before grabbing their helmets. Andrea puts his on first and makes sure it’s on right before grabbing her own. The seven year old runs around the bike to get into the side car while Andrea gives a grunt to lift up the heavy garage door.

It’s nice when it’s just the two of them.

She comes around the side car to make sure he’s buckled in tight and throws a leg over carefully as she walks the motorcycle out. She lets it sit not too far away from her as she closes her garage door. Out of her leather jacket’s pocket, she produces two pairs of sunglasses. Fritz puts his on first, then Andrea as she starts the engine. The machine revs to life and it makes the adrenaline in her system spike a little bit.

When she rides alone, she’s not quite as careful, but with Fritz in her side car, she rides defensively.

It doesn’t take long to get to the club. It’s a thirty minute ride with heavy traffic. Today there is none and she parks in the staff garage.The pair leave their helmets in the side car and push their sunglasses to the top of their heads. Fritz immediately grabs hold of his mother’s hand once they’re close enough to each other. She swings their hands a little as she just enjoys walking with him to the club.

Inside, she meets up with a few of her band mates, some in various states of setting up, but she doesn’t see Johnny so she sits Fritz on the practice couch.

“Hey, where’s Constantine?” 

Elias lifts his head and looks around, “Don’t know, hasn’t shown up for a few days.”

Andrea rolls her eyes as she starts grabbing his equipment to set up.

“Hey -- practice is private,” one of her band mates calls out and she lifts her head defensively to see who decided to crash the fucking party. To her surprise it’s Indy. He didn’t want to get sober, so she didn’t want to waste her time with trying to help him and had ended her sponsorship. “Chill, Elias, he’s cool,” she stated as she strode across the stage with heavy thumps of her boots to jump off it.

She grabbed his arm to drag him out of earshot, “What do you want?” Looking at him now, he doesn’t look very well. He’s shaky, covered in a thin sheen of cold sweat, and clammy to the touch. “Ju-Just--” He can’t seem to form words and she touches his face with the back of her hand. He’s burning up. “Are you high right now or withdrawing?” Her blunt question makes him stare at her. His pupils are normal. He’s withdrawing.

She sighs as she shakes her head and combs her fingers through her eternally wet hair. “Alright, come on, I have band practice,” she stated as she gestured to the doors they had gone through. Andrea points at a seat for him to take and obediently, he sits.

She pulls herself up by her elbows on to the stage and crawls up the rest of the way. “Hey, Fritz, you wanna play drums with mom?” Elias asks as he pulls a strap of a bass guitar over his head. “Can I?!” The little boy explodes into a ball of excitement, jumping off the practice couch and running straight to Andrea to ask her permission first. This makes the demon chortle at her little angel, “Alright. C’mon.” 

He takes her hand to drag her to the set of drums the boys had finished setting up and he makes her sit so he can jump on her lap. He’s so excited that she can’t stop smiling about it. They move around a little so that she can get her foot on the pedal. He sits more to the left and she more to the right, but both her arms are around him as he picks up the drum sticks.

“We’re still working on the new song,” she tells her tiny angel and he gushes immediately, “it’s my favorite one.” She snorts a little as she shakes her head and kisses his cheeks because he’s too damn sweet. “Alright, do you remember how it goes?” He gives an enthusiastic nod, like he had back home when he said he was ready to go, “Bad Things!”

She’s impressed at how well he remembers things, but then again, he’s a vital part of her writing process because he always tells her what he thinks and he’s good at it.

“Yeah baby, that’s right,” she beams proudly as the rest of the band fumbles through the song. She had written the song about Indy. Most of her music tended to be about what she had been through or the people she knew. 

“Okay, from the top,” Elias states as everyone seems to get a handle on remembering their parts. 

The song starts with Fritz banging down the beat with her foot holding a steady beat and she only waits a second as she breathes into the microphone to start. She closes her eyes to focus on the sound as she sings. Her voice is different when she sings, the gravelly element in her pitch becomes more akin to a baby doll and it’s easy for her to loose herself to it. She forgets about everything but Fritz because he’s on her lap, but if he wasn’t she would have forgotten about him too.

Indy recognized the beat, it was the steady way he would tap his booth when he was anxious. He wasn’t quite sure how she had embodied it, but even through the withdraw and the haze that came with it, the song was clear to him. 

He recalled her sitting on his kitchen counter with her legs crossed. Andrea was facing the open patio as she smoked and her blue eyes trained on a composition book that she had scribbled out some lyrics on. She was singing angrily under her breath. He had pissed her off and she wasn’t talking to him right then.

She gave a shit or two about him.

They did a few more practice runs of the same song until Fritz called it quits because his arms were tired.

“That’s okay,” Elias stated, “We’re firing Johnny, so rest your arms for the show, kid.” Fritz was beaming and Andrea laughed a little as he slid off her lap to go hug the older man bashfully. The man spoke to him in Spanish and ruffled his blonde hair as the demon helped the boys put away some of the gear.

[ghoulluck]

Indy had shown up to work fucking wasted. 

Raphael waited impatiently with one dressy foot tapping away angrily while Andrea shuffled her way to him. She could tell by his face alone, he was more then displeased. 

“Sorry--” The apology spills from Andrea immediately. She’s been doing that a whole lot more often since she started her sponsorship with Indy.

The celestial made a snobby sound in his throat. “Sorry?” He repeats this word with an air of indignation, “That doesn’t even cover it.” 

Andrea breathes sharply through her nose, “Hey you fucking priss, he’s trying to quit some hard shit, cut him some god damn slack.” Raphael almost immediately takes a step forward and she doesn’t hesitate to slam him back against the wall, “You’re still a pathetic ass coke head. Don’t you fucking try me.” 

There’s something that clicks in Raph’s grin when she threatens him. Their stare holds, but her conviction holds longer and he relents. “Only because you’re my favorite,” he tells her and she releases him from his lapel before straightening it out.

Andrea holds her silence for a minute longer. She’s a hot head sometimes. It’s hard to keep her temper when it comes to Indy or Fritz. She’s so protective of him, she almost feels guilty.

“Where is he?”

Raph shrugs, “Probably puking in the bathroom or some shit.”

[ghoulluck]

Andrea had wrangled indy into the bathroom basement furthest away from Fritz’s bedroom. Even if he was bigger then she was, she had gotten him in between her legs, his arms crossed over his chest with her arms keeping them there as he shuddered in his sleep.

His temple rested against her jawline and as tired as she was, she knew it was her job to take care of him. He was mumbling in his fevered sleep and she quieted him with a tuck of her nose against the side of his face.

When the urge to vomit took him, she pushed him up against the toilet and he rested there, falling asleep in between rolling waves of pain and nausea before returning back to rest on her chest.

She wrapped him up a little tighter in her arms and he pushed his face into the side of her neck as he shook more violently. He had to be in fucking pain. She rubbed his arms and put her chin over his face like she was trying cover him.

It was a few days straight of having to keep him alive, having to regretfully call Alyss to help her with fritz and when it was over, she happily popped indy onto the couch. She could get use to the sight of him sleeping there. Andrea tucked him in, grabbed a bottle and headed upstairs.

When indy woke up, he was startled, he couldn’t remember where he was and his body was racked in immense pain.

In his shaken search for some medication or some sort of fix, he found Andrea. She was drunk and passed out on the floor of her sons room by his bed. Fritz’ hand was hooked with his mother’s and he wondered what she had been like during her addiction.

Shakily he made his way to her. Nothing was steady and he felt sick. He managed to come down to his knees to lay down next to her. Andrea murmured something in her sleep and squeezed his head to her chest, keeping her fingers on his scalp with a twitch of her fingers.

Indy brought an arm around her waist and he breathed her in. Cigarettes, Jim beam, tar, leather, and Mac n’ cheese.