Herbert and his men had arrived.
"Should we stop?" I glanced over my shoulder at Indy.
"Are you nuts?" He tightened his grip and increased the speed of his thrusts.
I came, bucking back against him as my orgasm ripped through me. I felt his body tense, then the heat of his seed as he found his own release. We stood, together, for a couple of moments, then he pulled out.
"Now I suppose we should get dressed and decide what course of action we're going to take."
We'd gotten as far as the stairs when a crash announced the arrival of our guests.
I crawled across the walkway, bullets zinging over my head.
"Nice view, bitchlette." I heard Indy say behind me.
Then I ducked into Indy's bedroom.
"Holy shit. Now this is my kind of bedroom." I picked up the various weapons that littered the room. "Mind if I help myself to an Uzi?"
"Go ahead." Indy headed for the side of the room, stopping in front of the night table. "This is what I suspect those men are after."
I glanced up from the crossbow I was fondling. "What the fuck? Is that thing picking his nose?"
"Yup."
Just then the floor shifted under our feet, as an explosion sounded from below.
2 comments:
Indeed, gargoyles picking their noses are terribly rare and quite valuable. I can understand why it is coveted.
BTW, Nice landing strip.
Damn Bax, I'm feeling all kinds of stoopid for not knowing that.
:-) you like? You so get a kiss.
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