-This chapter contains mild sexual content and is rated "M" for a reason. If this offends you, please don't read.-

Indy made himself busy by straightening up the classroom. It kept his mind off Marion… mostly. The more he tried not to think about her, the more he did. At half past six, he readied himself to leave. As he locked the door and started down the hallway, he passed a security watchman, who stopped him frantically.

"Sir, are you the only one still in this building?" He asked, flustered.

"Well, I think so…" Indy said, looking around. "Professor Ravenwood left a few minutes ago…"

"Do you know if he was in the lower east wing?" Asked the guard.

Indy rubbed the back of his neck, and answered truthfully, "Well, his office is in the east wing. Why, is there a problem?"

The watchman eyed Indy. "The doors to the retired lecture hall in the eastern wing were open, the lights were on, and there was evidence of tampering with the chairs and desks," said the Guard. "Now, only the professors and watchmen have keys and access to that room, so how is it that it's open, and was left open, in the middle of the afternoon?"

Indy suddenly realized what they had done. His cheeks felt hot, and he knew Abner would be most unhappy with him if he found out they had been wandering around. So he lied.

"I don't know Sir," Indy said as innocently as possible.

The watchman shook his head, "Well thanks for your time young man."

He started off.

"Uhh," Indy thought he should say something. "Uh, I hope nothing was damaged."

"Oh, no," the guard said. "Some tampering, like I said, but noting was stolen or vandalized. Probably kids with a lock pick went down there to fool around, you know?" He chuckled, tipped his hat, and walked away.

Indy stood in the silent hall, wondering what the guard would do. He took his time walking back down the hall and out of the building. He wasn't very fond of returning to his room on campus. It was small, cramped, and he was rooming with a boy who was a little too academic for his taste. He wanted to be back in the abandoned lecture hall with her. He wanted to hold her, kiss her, and touch her again.

He suddenly became excited for class tomorrow with Abner. If he could talk Abner into it, he might invite Indy to his lab again, and he could meet Marion again. It seemed simple enough, but he hoped it wasn't just wishful thinking.

The next day, Indy watched the clock tick the minutes away during Abner's lessons. Finally, it was the end of the day. As the rest of the students put their books in their bags and hurried out of the classroom, Indy started towards Abner's desk.

"Oh, Henry, my boy," Abner smiled and took off his glasses. "How did you fancy today's lesson?"

"Oh, um, great Sir," Indy said. "But I was actually wondering if you needed any help in the lab today."

Abner seemed to be thinking about it, then nodded. "Yes, I say I might. That is if you're not doing anything after class. I know your social lives are the most important thing to you students."

Indy laughed. "Okay, well… when should I meet you there?"

Abner checked his watch. "It's almost three, how about in an hour? I've some papers to grade first."

Indy nodded and backed away from Abner's desk as a few confused students brought up partially finished homework for help.

The next hour seemed to last a year, and Indy even arrived at the lab twenty minutes early. Abner didn't mind, and invited him in. They discussed the current class topic for a while, then Abner brought out what Indy was really interested in: the artifacts. They tinkered with them for a while, until, just as before, the clock struck five. Indy's eyes watched the door for her, but as the minutes went by, there was no Marion. Abner was still grading papers, and was very absorbed in it. He didn't seem to notice the time, or Indy's anxiousness.

Indy decided to start a conversation about it. "So, does your daughter pick you up every day?"

Abner didn't respond at first, but then looked up from what he was doing. "Hmm? Oh, Marion? Yes, actually. We usually meet here, or outside, and walk to the bus stop together."

Indy smiled. "That's nice she wants to spend time with you."

"Indeed," Abner's eyes grew soft and he smiled. "I love her so very much. Will break my heart when she has to move away to college."

"Doesn't she want to go here?" Indy asked.

"Yes, but she still doesn't want to live at home," Abner chuckled. "She is itching to get out and live on her own."

Indy nodded, remembering how excited he had been to move away from his father, only to realize how much he missed him.

"Speaking of…" Abner stood, piling some papers together. "I should really be going."

Indy stood to, alarmed that maybe he wouldn't be seeing Marion. "Oh, okay," he said sadly. "Well, uh… Tell Marion I said hello."

Abner smiled and patted Indy's shoulder. "You can tell her yourself, boy. Walk me outside and we'll meet her."

Indy's heart leapt.

"In fact…" Abner said, stopping his rummaging through his bag and looking at Indy. "Why don't you join us for dinner tonight, Henry?"

Indy grew excited, but apprehensive. If he was to have dinner with Abner and his family, they might be able to detect his fondness for Marion. However, he nodded, quite uneasily.

"Great!" Abner smiled. "Always welcome at my house, dear boy. It must get pretty tiring eating the slop they serve here."

Indy half-smiled and walked with Abner out of the lab.

They met Marion outside the college, her familiar smile making Indy feel a combination of fear and overwhelming excitement. She seemed just as surprised an excited to see him, those blue eyes twinkling. They exchanged pleasantries and small talk, both exchanging secret looks and smiles. They all walked to the bus stop, Marion and Indy hanging back a few paces from Abner, who despite his age, walked very quickly.

"So… Indiana Jones," Marion smiled. "Nice to see you again."

Indy looked at her as she skipped over a large crack in the sidewalk. "You too."

She smiled at him, and he almost thought she blushed. His hands were in his pockets, and were suddenly sweating. Her hair was tied up in a braid and she wore a white dress and knee high socks. She looked younger every time he saw her, which made him feel guilty about wanting her so badly. But once they were on the bus, he felt young himself.

"We'll take these seats back here," Marion said to Abner as they boarded.

Abner gave her a stern look, but sat by himself towards the front.

Marion rolled her eyes and sat. Indy sat on the aisle and looked around. The bus was quite packed. When he turned his gaze back to Marion, she was staring at him. Her eyes made him tingle, and he felt an uncomfortable sensation in his pants that he had only recently become very familiar with. He looked to his lap, scooting his legs together and hoping she didn't know. She only watched him, and as the bus started to move, she scooted down in her seat and put her head on his shoulder. He backed away slightly uneasily. Abner was only a few rows up.

"Oh come on Jones," she said. "You really think he's gonna look back here?"

He smiled at her and shrugged. "He might."

Marion shook her head and moved into him, kissing him hard on the lips. She let go then and looked towards Abner. They both giggled and ducked, but he didn't look. Indy felt the hardness in his pants increasing, and put his hands on his lap. Marion looked briefly at his lap, but then blushed and looked back to his face.

Indy felt the need for small talk. "So, uh… how are your classes?" He stuttered.

Marion smiled and shook her head. "That is all you could come up with? You're trying to impress a girl, Indy. Say something interesting." She laughed lightheartedly and playfully punched him.

Indy smiled and thought for a second. "Okay…" he started. "How about… I can't stop thinking about yesterday, and I specifically waited two hours after my classes with Abner to see you again."

Marion nodded. "That's… interesting."

He smiled. "Well, it's true."

Marion looked out the window and Indy thought he had said something to irritate her. "Look, I'm sorry if you- don't feel the same way about me…"

She looked at him and smiled, shaking her head. "Of course I do. Why do you think I kissed you just now?"

Indy shrugged and laughed. She looked at his lap again curiously, then at his face. Her eyes demanded an explanation, but Indy had none. Marion smiled and pulled a black cardigan from her book bag.

"Here," she said, eyeing his pants knowingly. He felt suddenly embarrassed and impulsively decided to pretend not to know.

"What for?" He asked. Marion rolled her eyes and laid the sweater over his lap.

"You can move your hands now," she said. Indy moved his hands and looked at her sweater on his lap.

"Can you see?" He asked, more than a little embarrassed.

Marion shrugged. "Yeah, but I was looking."

He laughed lightly as she moved her arm against his. Her skin brushed his and he felt goosebumps prickling up his arm. She then slowly moved her hand under the sweater and around his hardness. Indy pushed himself back in the seat as her fingers played with him through the fabric of his pants. It felt too good to stop her, but he knew he couldn't continue. She pretended to be looking out the window, and only once glanced over at him slowly and winked. He wanted so badly for her fingers to undo his zipper and hold his throbbing erection with her bare hand, but instead, she withdrew her hand and pretended nothing had happened. The bus stopped at a light and she sat up, stretching. They must be close.

His condition in his pants had not lessened, and as the driver announced their stop and Abner turned to wave at them, he felt his heart pounding. How was he to get up and walk off the bus with a full stiffy and flushed cheeks? Marion sensed his unease, and gave him her book bag.

"Carry this for me, would you Indy?" She asked, nodding. He moved the bag to his waist as they stood and started out into the aisle. Abner met them outside, and they began the longest walk Indy had ever taken back to Abner's house.

-TBC-