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Tiny

John Price x Indy OC!

Summary: The pool party continues into the evening as John and Indy try to find their way back to one another.

Warnings: Relationship angst, jealousy, protective/possessive behavior, drinking, brief sexual content, unwanted flirting.

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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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