cheater
indiana jones x wife!reader
note: the title is very deceiving lmao. i’m still on my indy kick, and i’m about to write some han stuff bc i love that man. this is set after temple of doom and is just some nice fluff
“you cheat again dr. jones!”
“i did not!”
“once a cheat, always a cheat, dr. jones!” shorty exclaimed. you couldn’t help but laugh as you exited the kitchen, a plate of assorted fruits in your hands.
indiana and shorty were seated on the floor, cards in hand. upon returning to shang hai, you all had decided to lay low for a bit. after dealing with the thugee cult and barely escaping with your lives, a break was very much needed.
so you’d rented a hotel room and hadn’t left in three days, trying to rest and recharge.
you moved toward the coffee table that the two were seated near, placing the plate of fruit onto the table top. “honey, can you tell shorty that i’m not cheating?”
you glanced at your husband and shrugged, “i don’t know if i can, you do tend to cheat at these sort of games.”
the man gasped dramatically, feigning offense, “i am wounded, sweetheart! my own wife thinks me out to be a cheater.”
“you’ve done it one too many times indy, i just don’t know if i’d trust you with the cards.”
indiana set his cards face down upon the floor, a devilish grin upon his face as he stood up, moving toward you.
“you think of me as dishonest? a scoundrel?” he asked, his hands resting upon your hips. you glanced up at him, a smile toying on your lips, “maybe, maybe not.”
indiana leaned in slightly, “but you like me cause i’m a scoundrel.”
“hm, i don’t know. i have a thing for nice men.”
he scoffed, “honey, i’m the nicest man around.” he then pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. your arms snaked around his neck, while his drifted lower down your hips.
“hey! indy and the missus! stop that!”
a laugh bubbled in your throat as you pulled away from your husband, glancing at the boy who’s expression had morphed into one of disgust.
indiana shook his head lightly, “y’know, sometimes i forget the kid is here.” “indy!”
“i’m just jokin’ honey.” he mumbled, pressing another kiss to your lips.
“ew, dr. jones!”
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