Hahah I am so so sorry about the delay! (wait that didn't sound apologetic did it? Well I am, I promise.) I'll probably be back to weekly updates after this: I know this took 2 weeks oops! But it's rather long so that's my excuse! And I was also preoccupied halfway through with Mortals to Dust, my new Han/Leia fic!
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Part 3: First Kiss
It might be a mistake
A mistake I'm makin'
But what you're giving I am happy to be taking
Cause no one's ever made me feel
The way I feel when I'm in your arms
-The Right Kind of Wrong (LeAnn Rimes)
He kissed me.
He kissed me. He kissed me. He kissed me!
It was the most out-of-the-world experience, ever! (and that's saying something!)
HE KISSED ME!
(and I kissed him back!)
I just…I don't know, this is really sudden considering it seemed just a moment ago when I was smiling at him and clutching at him during that mayan or incan conference, but everything seems so right now. Even though I am acutely aware that I'm Abner's daughter and he's Abner's student, and therefore, nuh-uh. Abner's favourite student, no less—and this is just so terribly wrong and I hate to think of the consequence but really, I've never cared. No much point starting now. Because when he kissed me, it felt…gosh, I sound terribly lovesick (maybe I am!) but seriously. It felt like I had been doing that all my life, you know, it had this sort of familiar, tingly feel to it—you know what, why am I bothering, you'd never understand. You're just a plain old diary, so there!
This is positively an important moment in my life! Which is why I'm scribbling this in the middle of the night of Apr 10, which from now on will simply referred to as 'THE DAY', in this diary, which contains this on the first page: 'Hi, new diary. I'm fifteen now, and Dad gave me this for my birthday. I resolve to write in this every single day of my life!' All the subsequent pages are clean and white, by the way. (On a totally unrelated note, I cannot believe I used to dot my 'i's with bubbles.)
Next time, when I'm old and gray and happy with hordes of grandchildren who all have Indy's hair and his smile and his eyes, I'll peer into my large horn-rimmed glasses and squint at this page, and I'd let out a heart chuckle which would baffle Indy, and feel so contented, and pull-
Waitttt.
I've never dreamed of a boy in my life, and now I'm having fantasies of growing old with a man. In case I needed conclusive proof, I really am majorly screwed up.
(but Indy kissed me! So I don't care! Lalalalalalalaaaaa!)
Ah yes. About Abner, that'll probably be a little…problematic. But why am I dwelling on that, I just had my first kiss!
Okay. I need to calm down.
BUT IT'S SO DIFFICULT I'M SO EUHPHORIC AND HIGHHH!
Boy, am I glad Indy won't see this. That'd blow our marriage for sure.
Yes, anyway.
It was dinner here, and he was, well, here, considering he lives here (which is convenient and inconvenient at the same time: Abner loves humming oldies and taking Wrinkes, our resident feline, around the house while scribbling furiously on scraps of paper usually belonging to me, and he has inadvertently ended up standing in front of my bedroom in a vegetative state and giving me the fright of my life when I open the door far too many times. Which pretty much eliminates any future rendezvous in our bedrooms. Bedrooms, teeheehee…
ANYWAY. AS I WAS SAYING.
It was a usual dinner. (read: terrible doesn't even begin to describe it.) I poked and prodded at the meat moodily as Abner gesticulated wildly, yakking about some sort of stone medieval toothbrush or whatever, while Indy was nodding while chewing. (multitasking, that clever man.) Abner was completely ignoring his food. (just like how he treats me, I remember grousing.) and however much I'd love to write I looked into Indy's eyes and could see into his soul and understand them completely, I looked into his eyes, yes, while he was (so chivalrously!) pouring me juice, and I couldn't tell for my life if he was listening to Abner.
(Hmmph.)
And then Abner paused, to breathe for the first time in around 15 minutes. (I often consider him a human submarine.) I was bored stiff, and I had quite an important thing I was absolutely bursting to tell (but I shan't get started on that cos thekissthekissTHEKISS is so much more important) so I quickly swallowed before he got enough air and started again, 'Abner, today-'
'Hang on, Marion, where're your manners, dear? Don't interrupt!' he chided me, miffed.
I flushed. I mean, what sort of father is he? He might as well be a landlord of some sort, provide her clothes, give her food, pretend to love the poor pathetic thing and that's it! 'But, I-'
'Yes, as I was saying, ' he coupled this with a pointed look in my direction, I tell you, I was seething, 'the Aztecs saw it at first, and did you know, the most fascinating thing- '
Pompous bastard. I mean, archaeology was thousands of years ago, how could he find new topics to expostulate on all the time? Can't it be put on hold for his only daughter, or did he have to assure everyone of his blinding intelligence? I mutinously chewed my food, but then I felt a hand rest on top of mine (ohgodthatcannotbeAbner's) and I looked into the hazel eyes of Indy. He squeezed my hand gently and smiled. Ahhhh it's effect on me was quite alarming: I felt like melting into my soup, seriously, like that time when I was on top of the ridge skiing and I suddenly had so many revelations and newfound love for life. (actually in retrospect, it was kind of…ludicrous. And embarrassing, especially when someone saw me tearing and it was all around school the next day.)
He quickly removed it before Abner noticed. My face was scalding and I smiled back. My heart felt like it had done, oh, about 836264937 rounds around the moon, for gods' sake. All the smiles and winks and very subtle flirting weren't my imagination! Unless, of course, he's just being friendly. Hmm. Maybe that's his way or whatever. I slumped down in my seat, my thoughts a huge mess.
Dinner continued, but as Indy shot me a side glance over his glass I nearly choked. That wasn't a coincidence, definitely not. And- I may be reading too much, but it's worth mentioning (you know, maybe at 88 on my deathbed, I will choke out this question. No wait, my last words to him must be 'I love you', that's classic! Unless he dies first, which would be terrible. But if he dies first-)
I'm digressing again oops.
Anyway in response to one of Abner's numerous questions, he said, 'Yes, actually I can understand why he loved her so much.' Only he wasn't looking at Abner, he was looking at me. I blinked as my very athletic heart started doing somersaults and pole vaults.
And it was finally over, and I was just about to dash up the stairs and shut my door and have a nice good mull over this, but Abner shot me another one of his signature glares, so I was resigned to sitting on the first step drawing hearts into the carpet with my toe as Abner clapped Indy on his shoulder and spoke (obviously he spoke. He does little else.) then he beckoned to me, 'Come on, say goodbye to Henry.'
I was stunned. He seems to think I'm, what, five? He had never asked me to 'say goodbye' to any of his students before, not Indy either, and seriously, Indy wasn't going off to Easter Island or the Galapagos or whatever. He sleeps in the room directly above mine! And why did he have to choose now, of all times, with all my confusion and verbal incontinence? I stared at him pleadingly, hoping that with some sort of special karma bond that had never before emerged between us would surface, and he would instantly understand, but no. For a moment there I must have forgotten this was Abner.
'What on earth are you waiting for, dear girl? Hurry up now!' he said impatiently. Huh. Father-daughter bond indeed.
I stood up quickly and Indy stuck out his hand and I shook it shakily. Then he seemed to change his mind, and he leaned forward and kissed me, on the cheek, swiftly but surely. Abner was positively beaming; it was a tad disconcerting.
But it was a brilliant kiss. His hands had framed my face as he pressed his lips into the hollow near my cheekbone, and I'll admit it: I very seriously considered tilting my head so he would kiss me on the lips. But that would be quite…desperate. Hopefully I'll have more than enough opportunities to do that next time, hahah.
Well you know what, I think I'll go to bed now. Between the entire day and that life-defining-oh-so-wonderful kiss, it's been quite a long day.
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You didn't really think that was it, did you?
That was just a cursory peck on the cheek between friends, no matter how good a kisser he is, he couldn't possibly cause all this gushing and incoherence and confusion just by that split second of (delicious) contact!
Well. Maybe he could. But he didn't. (not this time)
Because just the next day, we had our very own scandalous, very passionate snog.
It was after a convention again. (I hope we don't have all our moments at conventions, that would get rather old.) Luckily Abner was feeling relatively sane, so I wasn't forced to dress up or have Indy as babysitter. He was bringing Indy around networking or whatever, and I was wandering around aimlessly, bored stiff from drinking cup after cup and smiling at everyone. Then I spotted the balcony and quickly headed to it, but as I drew close I saw Abner and Indy. I instantly turned (not quite sure why I had that reaction: I think I was feeling awkward around Indy. Quite understandably considering paternal relations.) but Abner had seen me and gestured. I groaned inwardly. 'Hello dear, how're you enjoying yourself?'
'So, terribly much.' I replied, my voice thick of sarcasm he obviously failed to sense, as always.
The whole time I was gazing at him out of my peripheral vision, and seriously, he looked so good in his suit! Lots of females were gazing at him with feral expressions, it was pretty obvious (and maddening). His hair was neater this time and his clothes were not creased or rugged as usual, but he still smiled with that lopsided grin and that sparkle in his eyes. He turned slightly and caught my eye. Instinctively I looked away.
He grinned. 'I think you look great, Marion.'
I tilted my head up to gaze at him, smiling faintly. (I'm quite proud I managed to not jump and squeal in joy or something).
Then Abner very rudely and childishly jabbed his elbow into my side jovially and I clutched at it, glaring up at him. 'What do you say now, Marion?'
I grimaced, glancing up at him. 'Thank you.' I muttered. Not that I wanted to look good or anything, nope. He doesn't change anything. It's just…nice, you know?
A waiter walked past and Indy slid two glasses of wine off, handing one to Abner, who was getting quite red in the face. I could hardly care less, he can handle himself. I stared at him drinking hungrily, and was just about to speak indignantly when Abner raised a finger sternly. 'None of that, Marion. Don't start. Ah hello Horatio, long time no see, how're you?' and he was off chattering with this Brit who looked like he had cut his hair with a bowl around his head.
Indy leaned on the rail, the wind ruffling his hair very very attractively. 'Enough of what?'
Did I ever mention how much I love his deep, rugged, husky voice?
'Well…' I sighed pitifully, eyeing his glass. 'He never lets me drink…'
Indy laughed, then shrugged. 'Help yourself.'
I grinned and eagerly gulped down some, clutching my head for a split second as it seared. He quickly pried it away from my fingers. 'Nuh, uh, your dad'll have an aneurysm.'
I pouted, making a grab for it. He swung it out of my reach, laughing. Darn him and his reflexes!
His eyes still on mine, he drank some, then set it down far out of my reach. Hmmpph. I used to be able to sneak sips from Abner's glass. 'How's the torture going?'
'As bad as ever.' I shrugged.
'I guess that's cos I'm not your date this time, right?' he teased. I shot back, 'Yeah right.' (actually it was kind of true. I wasn't about to tell him that though).
He ran his hand through his hair. 'Hey, remember that time we were here?'
'Yeah.' Damn that was the best time I had ever had.
'Did you really mean it? Do you want to go out for dinner sometime? And I mean without Abner, his voice, mention of him, whatever.' He added, swigging from his glass nonchalantly.
I gasped and turned it into a cough quite successfully. I mean, obviously I was going to say yes, I'm not out of my mind, but how? Simper and giggle like the other girls? Am I expected to hug him? Or kiss him? Or should I play hard to get? After all that considering, I manage a pathetic 'Yeah' with a tremulous smile. Real smooth, I know.
I regained my coherence quickly, thank god. 'But Abner can't know, he'd kill me. Jealously protective.'
'Naturally.' He agreed quickly.
For a moment, we were just standing there, on the balcony with muted chatter filtered through the doors, gazing at each other, me in uncertainty, and him in some sort of thoughtful, indecipherable emotion.
Then he strode forward and his hands were framing my face and his thumbs brushed my hair away and he was kissing me. I felt my knees weaken (something I'm quite strangely not alarmed at) but his hand settled around my waist and pulled me to him. I think I was too stunned and numb and confused in the first few seconds to respond (it was just going so fast!) then I decided (oh who cares Indiana Jones is kissing me! Kissing me!) and I kissed him back, wrapping his hands around his neck. His hand moved to the back of my head and he pulled me even closer, and ahhh I felt like drowning and floating at the same time.
His lips were moving against mine, but then in a second they were gone. I breathed heavily, glancing up at him. There was a question on his face…but then I remembered Abner (his student! His favourite student!) and his age and Abner could've seen and how good it felt to have his arms around me and everything that had happened so far wasn't some sort of fantasy of mine, it was serious!
I am so so terribly ashamed of what I did next. I do believe I am scarred for life. It is the most un-Marion thing I've done in my whole life. It's just like a horrid cliché belonging to giggly little girls and spoilt brats and schoolgirls with crushes and sluts trying to be coy.
But I was a girl, in love (if that's what it is), but so terribly confused and troubled at the crappiest of circumstances (I mean, why couldn't I be a classmate? Or a random girl on the bus? Or a friend of a friend? Why the professor's daughter?!) and pleased yet unsure about this completely fantastic gobsmacking brilliant kiss, and so I think you should cut me a little slack here!
Anyway I took a deep breath, opened my mouth speak, but then turned and hurtled back into the room, nearly colliding with the waiter, but grabbing a glass instead and downing it in a shot and running and tripping outside. I heard him call after me but I didn't know what to do didn't know what to say didn't know how to respond.
I found Dad, who took one look at me and become all mother-hen and I sat in the backseat with Indy, sinking it and flushing and ignoring him.
He was at my door just now, around 11 when Dad has passed out on the couch, pounding on it and sounding so desperate but I didn't know what to do. So I screamed at him. I think he hates me now. Great.
And you know what, I see things pretty clearly now. That was the most inexcusable and cowardly escape ever and I didn't mean it. Not to mention that horrible banshee-like shrieking I subjected him to. If I've scared him away I wouldn't be surprised.
Therefore. At 6am, I don't care what time he wakes up, I'm not waiting more than 2 hours and there's no way I can sleep now, I will get out of this room, knock on his door and when it opens, kiss him senseless. And not run away after that. Nor scream at him. Nor slap him or whatever.
I willnotmustnotcannot screw up.
(though um…if he's not wearing a shirt or in a foul mood I probably won't kiss him. Hopefully I won't come to that.)
So it's a plan. Wish me luck! 2 more hours to go!
P.S. How it'd kill Abner to know he had started us off with his 'date'. (though I hope he won't, uh, kill anyone. He's pretty good with that shotgun.)
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