[ SMUT WARNING. don't read it if you don't want it ]

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YOUR TRAUMA AND SKILL IS OURS TO PROFIT OFF OF AND OURS ALONE.

☆︎ OCTOBER, 1997 ☆︎

"So, you and that Mickey kid?"

"Goddamn it, Jax!" Indiana cursed. "He's such a snitch!"

Virginia hardly let Indiana greet her at all as the sisters got on their weekly phone call. After leaving a study session with Cici and Hallie, Indy called her older sister. Only three days had passed since her date with Mickey, and she'd been looking forward to telling Virginia all about it.

But it seemed one nosey asshole beat her to it.

"I just got off the phone with two little birdies who could not stop singing," Virginia said in a teasing tone. "Jackson said some stuff about a date, and Randy said some really gross shit conspired in film theory class this morning."

"It was not gross!"

"You were fucking holding hands!"

During class, as Dr. Mac went on about movie techniques used in older movies from the forties and fifties, Indiana was leaning back, bored out of her mind. Mickey, who had moved to the desk directly behind her after the first day of class, was leaning forward on his desk tiredly. And Randy nearly gagged when he saw Mickey reach for Indiana's hand to hold during the conversation about some Humphrey Bogart movie.

"Randy said he was toying with your fingers and rubbing your wrist and shit," Virginia said, likely grinning on the other end of the phone.

"Okay," Indiana said with a huff, falling back on her bed. "We were holding hands. What about it?"

"So, is Mickey your boyfriend?" she asked in a teasing tone. "Are you, like, in love and shit?"

Indy rolled her eyes. "No, we aren't in love. But yeah, he's my boyfriend, I guess. I can't believe they called to tell on me."

Not much had really changed in the short time that Indiana and Mickey began dating. Only three days had passed, after all. They still picked on each other and carried on with their plans with their friends — there just happened to be more affection. He'd be holding her hand while calling her fucking tasteless for her movie opinions. And she'd be sitting in between his legs, leaning back against him on the quad while informing him that he was a pretentious dipshit while taking Cici's side in one of their many arguments.

"Okay, okay," Virginia said with a little laugh. "All joking aside, tell me about it. Ya know, how'd it happen? What was the date like? Jackson left out all the actual details."

Indiana turned on her side and smiled, holding the Garfield phone a little tighter. "I made him sit through Killer Klowns. He hates that movie—"

"Yeah, no shit, everyone but you and Dad hate that movie," her sister cut her off. "But damn, he sat through the whole thing? That's dedication."

"Fuck you," she said, laughing. "Ya know, it was just fun, though. And then after, I kissed him."

"How was it?"

She smiled softly, thinking of their first kiss and the many that'd followed. "He's really good at it, V. Best kisser I've ever had — and I've had many. There's this thing he does with his tongue... Fuck, it's good."

"Ooh, Billy Loomis better be rolling in his grave," Virginia joked. Indy just rolled her eyes. "Well, I hope that tongue is just as impressive in other places."

Admittedly, that was also one of the first places Indiana's mind went as well when thinking about kissing Mickey, so she couldn't actually snap at her sister for suggesting it.

"And if it is, you won't be hearing it from fucking Jackson," Indiana told her, scoffing.

"So, I know it's not been long, but he's making you happy?" Virginia then asked. "You're always telling me about him, so I kind of figured you had a thing for him. Wasn't all that surprised by Jackson's call."

"Yeah," she nodded. "He makes me really happy. You know, he's funny and sweet in a really subtle way. God, and so hot, Virginia. Oh, my god. And have I seen him shirtless yet? No, but I got a good feel the other night and I can tell it's gonna be a treat."

Virginia just laughed at her as she talked about Mickey, wishing she had a mental image for reference. She only got to meet Cici, Hallie, and Derek during the move-in weekend since they were all roommates with each other. So she couldn't help but picture someone like Randy — not that Randy wasn't a cute boy. He just also wasn't physically Indiana's type.

"Well, I wish you all the luck in the world in seducing your little film nerd," Virginia told her. "From what Jax says, it won't take long at all. You've got Mickey wrapped around your finger, Gremlin — him sitting through Killer Klowns is proof enough."

"It's not a bad movie, Goblin," she said in a defensive tone. Virginia just let out a hum of disagreement. "Whatever. How are you? How's it going with Deputy Dumbass?"

"Dumbass is correct," she grumbled. "You know how long nerves take to heal. And he's still neglecting his physical therapy, which doesn't help with the limp and his hand. God, it's like he wants to be on desk duty for the rest of his life."

"Yeah, that's all well and good, Nurse Winger, but I was actually asking about the tension that's been slowly growing between you two since Gale left him."

Virginia was silent for a moment, and it was times like this that Indiana wished she could see her sister face to face. "I'm not gonna be Dewey's second choice, Indiana," she whispered. "He chose her, he was miserable with her, now he has to live with that. I'm his friend, his nurse, but that's it."

"I'm sorry, Virginia," Indiana said softly. "But I'm proud that you know your worth. It's Dewey's loss because you're the hottest piece of ass in Woodsboro since I left."

"Yeah," she said, managing a laugh. "And that made you the hottest piece in Ohio."

"Actually, that's Cici. She's literally a perfect, beautiful angel."

"Ooh, should Mickey be jealous?"

"He already is," she said, grinning. "He fucking can't stand Cici. She hates him too. I think one day, they're gonna kill each other over me."

"Well, tell her to wait until I at least find out what he looks like. Mail me a picture or something," Virginia instructed.

"Will do. I'm hoping you can meet him sometime soon, though."

"Me too," she said. "And make sure he knows he has to make a good first impression. After all, you've never had a serious boyfriend for me to meet. Only hookups that have passed in the hallway and, you know, the serial killers."

"It'd be cool if you and everyone else forgot about that little thing."

"Absolutely not. You came out surprisingly untraumatized, which means we have comedy gold at our fingertips for the rest of our lives."

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Indiana had never been so fucking happy that Cici was so popular with a full social life that kept her busy and out of the room during the day. She was out spending time with that Ted guy she mentioned a few times before. And now Indiana was free to spend her free time after film theory with Mickey, alone in her room.

Their textbooks were long forgotten along with the assignment they were meant to be doing as Mickey lifted Indiana onto her desk, standing between her parted legs. His mouth worked furiously against hers as she tangled her fingers in his hair.

"I can't believe you think The African Queen is better than Casablanca," Mickey muttered against her mouth, thinking of the argument that led to their predicament.

Indiana scoffed as he started to kiss along her neck. "I'm sorry. Which movie did he win an Oscar for? Not Casablanca!"

"It like, set the fucking golden standard for Hollywood when it was made," he argued before latching back onto her, beginning to suck hard on her jaw.

Her eyes fell shut for a moment, forgetting for a second what they were talking about as his tongue lapped over her skin. "We aren't talking about standards. We're talking about Bogart's best performance, and the awards don't lie — shit." Indiana had to pause and take in a sharp breath when he bit her jaw, silently showing his annoyance at her point. "Casablanca has three Oscars, and not one went to him for best actor!"

Mickey pulled back and gripped her chin, looking down at her. "If you bring that bullshit argument into class on Friday, be prepared for me to viciously ridicule you and turn the whole class against you. Not even fucking Cooper would pick The African Queen over Casablanca with how much she loves romances."

"I'll have Randy on my side," she said pointedly before pulling him closer by the fabric of his shirt.

She kissed him again, sliding her tongue into his already parted lips, as he'd been ready to counter her argument. Mickey quickly took over the kiss, pressing even closer to her. Indiana wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to grind his hips against hers.

"Bed?" Mickey asked quickly before diving back in.

Indiana nodded, sucking on his bottom lip. "Bed," she mumbled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Mickey lifted her off the desk, his fingers digging into her thighs as he moved toward her bed. But halfway there, they heard someone loudly knocking on the door. Both pulled away and looked at the door as Mickey stopped walking.

"They'll go away," Indiana muttered before putting her mouth on Mickey's neck, beginning to unbutton his shirt to reach his collarbone.

He started moving to the bed again, dropping Indiana down on the mattress. She reached for him right away, pulling his lips back to hers.

But then the person knocked again, this time much louder.

"Indy!" Derek called through the door. "I saw Cici, and she said you were up here. Sid let me in the building. I really gotta talk to you!"

Mickey groaned in annoyance, his lips hovering over Indiana's. "I'm gonna kill him."

Indiana just laughed and tapped his chest, silently commanding him to move off her. Then she smoothed down her clothes and went to open the door, where Derek was waiting. Sidney was also next to him.

"Thank god," Derek said while letting himself into the room.

Sidney followed him inside and took one look at Mickey, who was sitting on the edge of Indy's bed and buttoning his shirt back up. She quickly shot an apologetic smile at Indiana, who just rolled her eyes.

"What brings you here, Derek?" Indiana asked, shifting from one foot to the other. "And can you make it, like, super quick?"

"Or just save it for a few hours from now," Mickey offered, smirking at his friend. "Run off with Sid. Have some dinner. Catch a movie. Leave us alone."

"Oh, just take a cold shower," Derek said, rolling his eyes.

Both Sidney and Indiana giggled as Mickey scoffed. "Well, fuck you too, Feldman. Why are you here?" he asked while reaching for Indiana and pulling her closer.

Derek looked pointedly at Indiana and began speaking quickly while pacing the room. "Okay, so, you know how I'm hoping to be made president of Omega Kappa Beta one day?"

"Yeah, just like your dad was," Sidney said with a soft smile. She wasn't really sure why Derek needed to be let into the building.

"So, a few of the guys are in this band and they play most of our parties. Well, the guitar player was kicked out of Windsor, which means he was also removed from the frat and has to move back home," he explained. "And so Ryan was freaking out because they have to play the OKB Halloween party, and there's no one else they know that could fill in at the last minute. So, me, being so helpful and wanting to make a good impression, said, 'Hey, I know a kickass girl who is super talented with a guitar and can learn sets really fast.' And they want to meet you."

"So," Derek went on, quite literally getting on his knees to dramatically beg her. "Please, please, please play with them for at least the Halloween concert. They're gonna be so pissed at me for saying you'd help them if you don't. Please?"

"Derek," Indiana said, chewing the inside of her cheek. "Please get up, because while you do look very good on your knees in front of me—"

"Hey!" Mickey exclaimed, looking at her with wide eyes. "I'm right fucking here, babe."

Indiana smirked and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "I think I'd rather be the one on my knees in that situation."

Mickey swallowed thickly and took a moment before clearing his throat and looking back at Derek, who was standing up now. "Proceed. Quickly."

"What do you say, Indy?" Derek asked with a hopeful smile. "I'll stop putting my arm in between us during chemistry tests."

"Damn, you drive a hard bargain," she mumbled. Then she sighed. "I'll... I have to talk to Jax, you know? And Sophia and Isaiah. I can't just play with another band without making sure they're okay with it."

"I get that," he said with a nod. "Would you mind at least meeting Ryan and the guys? Maybe play something for them?"

Indiana sighed and gave in. "Sure, it's the least I could do," she agreed. Besides, she didn't want to agree to anything without getting the vibes of the band in question.

Derek perked up, looking alarmingly similar to a golden retriever that was shown a beloved toy. "Really?" he asked with a grin. "Alright, let's go. Let's meet them. Then we'll catch Jackson after his practice lets out."

"Wait, wait, wait," Mickey said, standing from the bed. Derek was already walking to Indiana's guitar and grabbing it. "Not right now. We were kinda in the middle of something, Derek. Get lost."

Indiana laughed and looked up at Mickey, placing a hand over his chest. "Calm down, my dude," she said, clearly amused by how antsy he was to return to their previous actions. "The faster I help Derek, the faster I'll get back to you, and we can—"

"Please, don't be gross," Sidney cut her off with a grimace. "We are still here."

"That's the problem," Mickey said, throwing his head back dramatically to groan.

Standing on her toes, Indiana kissed Mickey's cheek. "You'll survive."

"But what if I don't?" he asked, raising an eyebrow while pouting.

"You will."

"But I might not."

Indiana grinned at him before grabbing her guitar case from Derek. "Then it's a good thing it's only been about a week. I'll be able to move on fast."

☆︎

Indiana and Jackson were sitting on his bed, alone in his room. The phone for their room was sitting between them and on speaker. Sophia and Isaiah were on the other end of the call, hanging out in the Martin house. Only one of them knew why the impromptu band meeting was set up.

"Alright, something has come up," Indiana began once Sophia asked what this was about. "And if you're upset, then it's Derek's fault. I haven't said yes yet, either."

"Yes to what?" Jackson asked, looking at her in confusion. He had no idea how much his roommate had been running around all day.

"Another band here on campus needs a guitar player. They lost their old one and have a gig coming up on Halloween. Derek gave them my name and had me play something for them. But I told them I wasn't gonna do anything without checking with you guys," Indiana explained.

"It's short-term, though, right?" Isaiah asked. "This break isn't gonna last forever. Soph's getting better at using her hand for long periods of time."

Playing the drums was still difficult for the girl after Billy severed the tendons in her fingers. She could move it just fine now, but banging on a drum was taxing and painful after an hour. Sophia was in the same boat as Dewey — still healing.

"Of course, it's temporary," Indiana said quickly. "It's us — The Woodsboro Killers. You know, I've got song lyrics, Jax is working on some riffs. Once we're all together again, everything is gonna take off again. But this thing is just a few gigs with stupid frat boys."

"Derek is in that frat," Jackson reminded him.

"Yeah, now I'm just picturing you on a stage with a bunch of Dereks," Sophia spoke up, the amusement clear in her tone. "Are you gonna put on a polo shirt and loafers too? What do they play? Smooth jazz?"

"They're not bad. Sort of similar to us but in a more..."

"White people music way?" she finished for her.

Indiana nodded though she couldn't see. "Yeah. They have Sweet Caroline on their setlist for Halloween."

"Oh, my god," Jackson said, laughing. "For fucking Halloween? It's one thing for a regular party, I guess, but Halloween? Jesus, Derek."

"Girl, either say no or take over and turn those boys around," Sophia ordered. "That's embarrassing. And you can't do anything embarrassing."

"Know what's more embarrassing?" Indy asked them. "Their band is called Lethal Lawnmower."

"What the fuck?" Jackson asked, breaking out in a fit of laughter.

"Indy, you must be making that up," Isaiah said, laughing as well. "That's so stupid."

"You wanted to name our band Isaiah and The Killers," Sophia reminded him in between her giggles. "Indy, you can't be in this band unless you're gonna whip them into shape. Your future stardom relies on this."

"So, you guys don't mind if I do this while we're on a break?" she asked, looking at Jackson since he was the only one to look at. "You won't feel like I'm, like, cheating on us?"

"We love playing on a stage," Jackson told her, speaking softly. "But Indiana, you belong on one. We aren't gonna get in the way of you performing. If anything, we're gonna encourage it, and then, if it is embarrassing, I'll be recording to send it to Soph and Zay so they can laugh too."

"But don't you dare let them sing your songs," Sophia said quickly. "Your trauma and skill is ours to profit off of and ours alone."

"Someone's channeling her inner Gale Weathers," Isaiah snickered. Then he let out an 'oof,' leading Indiana and Jackson to believe that Sophia hit him. "Nice to know your hand's healed enough to punch."

"Just kick ass, Indy," Sophia told her. "And seriously, get Sweet Caroline off that setlist."

"Oh," Jackson said, shaking his head, "I'll be having a word with Derek. Because I can't be roommates and friends with someone in a fraternity that has members that think that's an appropriate song to play at a Halloween rager. It's embarrassing."

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"Holy shit!" Randy exclaimed. He was on the quad with the rest of their friend group a few days later, and Derek just told them all about Indiana joining the Lethal Lawnmowers. "Another Indiana Winger Halloween show? Fuck yeah! I was so pissed at Billy and Stu for robbing us of a second one."

"I mean... there are definitely other reasons to be pissed at them," Hallie said, peering at him in disbelief. "Like, maybe the murders?"

"It was a really good show," Sidney admitted. "A lot of people back home were waiting to see how the band would top it. Tatum said that was the first time she ever really saw Sophia as more, ya know? I'm kind of looking forward to it."

"Wait, wait," Mickey said, waving his hand. Then he gestured to himself, Cici, Hallie, and Derek. "We don't actually know much about your high school band. Why was it such a big deal?"

"It wasn't just a big deal, Mickey," Randy said, sitting up on his knees. "It was life-changing, especially in a town as small as Woodsboro. I made ten copies of the performance so that I wouldn't risk losing it. You'd expect that shit from big bands doing stadium tours, not a bunch of sixteen-year-olds in a frat house backyard."

"So, what I'm hearing is that we should recreate what happened at the OKB house," Jackson said, grinning excitedly at Indiana.

She shook her head. "They're preppy nerds, Jax. They'd never go for it."

"Hey!" Derek said, a frown on his face. "I'm not a preppy nerd."

"You're a walking, talking advertisement for Ralph Lauren shoppers in the honors program," Sidney told him with a cute smile on her face. "And we adore that about you." Derek just rolled his eyes playfully and leaned back on his hands.

"Indiana," Mickey whined, falling over so that his head was in her lap. "Pay attention to me."

"You always have my attention," she said while running her fingers through his hair, smiling down at him.

"Then what's too cool for you to try with the OKB band?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, I've only ever heard you play guitar twice. I'm dying to know what the big deal is."

"She'll have to show you the video," Randy told him with a shrug. "It's... I know that I plan to be a storyteller, but not even this cinephile can find the words to describe it."

Indiana smiled teasingly at her friend. "You might be overselling it, Randy."

"I'm not," he insisted, shaking his head. "Indy, you don't get it because you couldn't see yourself. I momentarily forgot how much I hated you from finding out the day before that you like the Tim Burton Batman movies. Why did I? Because you've never been so goddamn hot in your life." Then Randy paused. "Except when you killed Billy. That was also hot."

"Back off my girl, Meek," Mickey said, narrowing his eyes at the boy. He also reached his arms up to wrap them around Indiana, not caring how awkward the angle was. Then he looked curiously at Indiana. "How hot are we talking? Because he only ever compares you to a sewer rat."

"I'll show it to you later," Indiana promised him.

"Oh, god, don't show him in our room," Cici said with a grimace. "I've seen the tape. It is hot. Don't have sex with that in our room."

"Did you just call him a 'that'?" Sidney asked, grinning at her.

"We'll watch in my room — my roommate is home for the weekend. I'll have you know that I do possess self-control," Mickey told Cici, rolling his eyes. "Indy is talented, but unless she's topless on stage, I'm not gonna lose it over a musical performance. Randy's being dramatic, as always."

"What do you mean 'as always'? I'm not dramatic," Randy said, scoffing.

"You're a little dramatic," Cici told him with a small smile. "But in a cute way, don't worry. Like when you do your accents and stuff. You should hear Ted's Australian accent he does."

At first, when Cici called him cute, Randy perked up, but then she started going on about Ted and his smile dimmed again. And that wasn't just because Randy was getting his hopes up. Ted was kind of, well, annoying and boring, they all learned after meeting him in the cafeteria the day before.

No one would feel very sympathetic for Cici if things didn't work in their favor.

☆︎

Mickey had a nice room, though it was a little messier than Indiana and Cici's. His half of the walls were covered in movie posters, and there were stacks of tapes used from his video camera, all neatly sorted and labeled in boxes. He kept a TV right at the end of his bed so that he could watch while laying down.

While Mickey turned out the lights, Indiana pulled out the famed tape which had 'Halloween - 1995' written on the side. The entire walk to Hewitt Hall, he nagged her for details about the performance, as Randy got him way too excited. She kept her lips sealed tight, of course, knowing the surprise would be well worth it even if it wasn't the same as being there and having the corn syrup splatter on your skin.

"Let's see what the big deal is," Mickey said before flopping onto his bed.

Indy wobbled a bit, as she was kneeling at the foot of it to put the tape in. She quickly scrambled back to sit next to her boyfriend as the video began.

A guy's face appeared on screen, his face far too close to the camera. His name was Dax and he was dressed as Mario. Despite it being early in the night, he was verging on drunk as he spoke to the camera.

"Alright, Ray said we gotta get this band on camera," he said, shrugging. "No clue why. Says it's gonna be sick. It's a bunch of kids though, so I'm betting they choke. Let's go."

The camera shook horribly as he struggled to turn it around, pointing it at the stage. Mickey moved a little closer to peer at the image that slowly got clearer. "Sick, you're Carrie White," he said with a smile, recognizing the pink dress and crown right away. "Ah, he's Michael Jackson. Classic. That's Isaiah and Sophia from your pictures. Love the costumes."

"Thanks. Steve, the one who was killed, tried to hire us the same night but he said we couldn't wear costumes," she said, rolling her eyes. She leaned her head on Mickey's shoulder.

Mickey watched with a content smile, just happy to finally see his girlfriend performing. Really, he didn't even know she was the frontman for the whole band, as she and Jackson didn't bring it up much. They were both clearly upset about not being able to play while the others were back in California.

Halloween, 1995 went exactly how Indiana recalled. She took the time to get the crowd of college students' attention and then introduced Isaiah, Sophia, and Jackson by their costume names. Then the big moment finally came.

"And you can call me—"

"Well, that's Cassie."

"No, Casey!"

"I'm pretty sure it's Carly, you guys."

"My name is—"

Mickey gasped and jumped forward as the blood dropped onto Indiana, dousing her in the sticky substance. As everyone screamed, a drop splashed against Dax's camera, giving the rest of the video a red hue.

"Holy shit," Mickey breathed out with wide eyes, watching as the younger Indiana stumbled around and got to her guitar, ready to start the show. He looked back at the real-life Indiana in disbelief. "That's so fucking—"

He cut himself off and quickly looked at the screen again when Indiana actually began to play — began to sing. She sounded nothing like the time she jokingly sang My Little Buttercup off-key. Fuck, her voice was smooth and seductive — addicting — drawing him even closer to the screen just to hear her better.

Indiana came alive in a way he'd never seen as she performed on stage. She was happy and free, and the crowd loved her. Mickey couldn't take his eyes off the screen, watching how she performed in the dress that clung to her. The sick, twisted part of him couldn't help but be thrilled by the sight of her covered in blood — even if it wasn't blood.

Enter Sandman ended and Love Potion Number Nine began, and Mickey's eyes remained on the TV, completely enraptured. With a small smile on her face, Indiana came up behind him and rested her chin on his shoulder.

"So, do you like the band?" she asked curiously.

"That's The Woodsboro Killers? Every time you mentioned your band in a story, this was that?" he asked, his eyebrows raised high. Indiana just nodded and hummed in confirmation. "You've always been this fucking talented?"

"You really think I'm talented?" she asked in a sweet tone. Of course, Indiana knew she was talented but she loved and craved the praise.

Mickey turned his head to the side, his nose bumping into hers as he did. "You're fucking electric, Sweetheart."

"Yeah?" she questioned with a smile.

"Yeah. And Randy was right."

"'Bout what?"

Mickey leaned in, his mouth brushing hers as he spoke. "I don't think I've ever been so fucking turned on in my life."

Indiana smiled before leaning forward to kiss him. Mickey took over the kiss instantly, grabbing the sides of her face and deepening it, his tongue exploring her mouth freely. As they made out, he slowly lowered her onto her back, sliding on top of her.

Needing to feel closer to him, Indiana worked her hands underneath his t-shirt, pushing the fabric up. Getting the idea, Mickey took a second to reach behind his head and grab the neck of the shirt, pulling it off in one swift move. He didn't give her much time to appreciate his lean figure, but she drank in the sight of his surprisingly toned torso and upper body with a light layer of chest hair covering it.

Then Mickey was surging back down to kiss her fiercely. Her hands wandered, exploring the facets of his body, tracing down his abs until she reached the waistband of his jeans, holding him closer by his hips. Just as she did with him, Mickey slid his warm hands underneath the material of her sweater, pushing it up completely and removing it from her body.

Mickey sat back on his knees above her, looking down at her in awe. A shiver ran down her spine as he rubbed slow circles on her bare hip, just underneath the scar she received the night her parents died.

"Is this okay?" he asked in a soft tone. It was the first time they'd made it to any kind of state of undress. "We can stop — watch a movie."

Indiana smiled softly, appreciating that he cared enough to even ask. She nodded and hooked her fingers in the belt loops of his jeans, pulling him back down. Mickey laughed while catching his elbows on the mattress to keep from falling onto her.

"Please, don't stop," she murmured against his lips.

He nodded into the kiss before moving away from her lips, his mouth leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. All the while, his hands slid behind Indiana, who arched off the bed, giving him better access to the back of her bra. After a moment of fiddling with the garment, it was removed and forgotten along with their shirts on the floor.

Mickey marveled at her again, unable to help himself as he looked down at the topless girl beneath him. He slid his hands up her sides, stopping to brush his thumb gently across her final girl tattoo. Then he swooped down and kissed it gently along with the scar from Billy, his actions making Indy's heart beat rapidly from something so simple and sweet.

His lips moved upward then, his mouth finding her chest as he licked and bit the soft skin. Her breathing picked up as he took her right breast into his mouth, sucking on the hardening nipple while palming her other with his hand. Then he swapped, paying just as much attention to the other one until she was covered in red marks and wet skin everywhere his tongue reached.

"Mickey," she breathed out, her hands falling in his hair. Indiana was writhing underneath him, jutting her hips up against his thigh that'd fallen between her parted legs.

The boy above her pulled away from her chest, smirking down at her with darkened eyes. He moved his thigh against her covered core, watching as she took in a sharp breath from the added pressure.

"You sound so goddamn perfect when you sing," Mickey murmured, speaking against her lips, which he kissed quickly. "Makes me wonder what other pretty noises you can make."

Indiana let out a choked moan at his words. She was used to Mickey's comedic flirty nature, but to hear actual dirty talk had her mouth feeling impossibly dry and something else damp.

Her hips came off the bed as he made quick work of her jeans, leaving her in just a pair of cotton underwear. Mickey moved his head down her body, placing light kisses along her torso and to the band of her underwear, right over the small blue bow at the center of the hem.

Mickey didn't take them off right away. No, he instead traced his knuckles up and down the fabric at a torturously slow pace, clearly delighted over how restless Indiana became. She'd try to lift her hips to get more pressure, but he'd just use his other hand to force them back down.

"I'm gonna take my time with you, Sweetheart."

As promised, Mickey was slow as he placed a kiss on the inside of her thigh, just above her knee. Her eyes fluttered shut at the gentle kisses that he covered her with, growing closer and closer to where she truly wanted him.

Even still, he didn't remove the last of her clothes. No, he forcefully pressed his tongue flat against her covered core, earning a low moan from Indiana as he dragged it upward. She gripped the sheets tightly as he began to suck on her clit, the friction between his mouth and the fabric of her underwear making her dizzy.

"Oh, god," she moaned, shutting her eyes.

"No," Mickey said, pulling back with a smirk. "It's just me."

Indiana refrained from rolling her eyes playfully as Mickey grinned and took the fabric of her underwear between his teeth, beginning to drag it down her body.

Mickey couldn't help but groan as he looked down at her body. "Oh, fuck me, Sweetheart," he said, shamelessly admiring her.

"I'm trying," she said with an amused smile.

The smile dropped and her mouth fell open with a silent moan as Mickey's mouth found her clit once more while lifting her left leg to rest on his shoulder. His tongue lapped at her throbbing cunt like he was fucking starving, sucking on the bundle of nerves that had Indiana's whole body feeling like it was on fire, making her cry out desperately.

The soft whines and pants leaving Indiana's lips only fueled him, knowing that nothing and no one would ever draw the same heavenly sounds from her sweet lips as long as he was alive, because there was no fucking way he was letting her get away now. Mickey could've eaten her out until his goddamn jaw was aching just to hear how she was calling out his name like a fucking prayer.

It was almost too much when she felt his fingertips teasingly stroking her entrance before finally sliding two fingers inside of her. She couldn't even be embarrassed by the fact she was so wet that she could hear it every time he drove his fingers in and out at a growing pace, because his fingers were so much fucking longer than her own, hitting places she never could.

Indiana managed to open her eyes and look down, whimpering at the sight of a Mickey between her legs. She could see him grinding his own hips against the mattress, unable to help himself as he sought out some relief of his own.

The deliciously familiar feeling in the very center of her body grew stronger and stronger as Mickey worked his fingers in and out of her, still working tirelessly with his tongue as well. It wasn't long at all before an orgasm washed over her, her whole body trembling as it recovered.

Mickey's lips were shining from where they'd been as he pulled back, unable to take his eyes off of Indiana as she came. His fingers still moved inside of her at a slower pace, working her through the overwhelming feeling, taking all she had to give him while demanding more.

When Indiana finally came down from her high, and he could feel her insides clenching around him once more from the stimulation, he slowly pulled his fingers out of her, thinking that the breathy whine she let out was just more music to his ears — an album he could listen to for hours on end.

Indy looked up at Mickey with stars in her eyes before sitting up. He watched her with curious, lust-filled eyes as she grabbed his wrist, the one that'd been steadily finger-fucking her and was now covered in her release. As she brought his hand to her mouth, his jaw went slack.

She never looked away from his eyes as she lightly licked his fingertips a few times before taking them into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around them, sucking on them lightly, and she didn't release his hand until it was clean.

Then Indiana leaned up and kissed him, licking the cum off of his lips. Mickey moaned happily into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her against his chest. Her hands trailed down his sides, finding the waistband of his jeans. When she felt the already significant bulge in his pants, she palmed him through the fabric, causing his hips to snap forward, meeting her touch halfway.

The stiff fabric was a harsh reminder that he was wearing far more clothing than she was — a situation she was quick to solve. After giving him a light shove so that he was laying back on his forearms, her hands fumbled with his belt for half a second before she unbuttoned his jeans and reached inside of his pair of blue boxer briefs, fingers wrapping around his growing cock.

Mickey Altieri fucking whined, and Indiana was sure it was the best feeling in the world, knowing she could draw such a reaction from his infuriating mouth.

"Fuck!" he cursed, his eyes falling shut for half a second as Indiana pushed his underwear down his thighs along with his jeans.

She swirled her thumb along the tip of his cock, spreading the bead of precum around before beginning to stroke his length, running her hand back and forth several times until he was fully hard. He groaned lowly, his head falling back, but he quickly brought it back around, needing to keep his eyes on her.

Indiana looked up at him through her lashes before lowering her head and running her tongue along the underside of his cock, letting out a content moan when she heard him take in a sharp breath. Then his hips came off the mattress the slightest bit when she began to kitten-lick the tip.

"Jesus, India — fuck," Mickey breathed out. "God, never mind. Screw taking my time."

Before she knew it, Mickey had their positions swapped, and she was the one on her back as he stared down at her hungrily. He didn't even look away as he leaned to the side, fumbling around for the unopened box of condoms in his nightstand drawer. Indiana was the one to open the pack and roll it on for him, lightly tracing her finger back up his cock as she finished, earning a soft huff from him. Then he gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing her swollen bottom lip.

"Are you still sure?"

Indiana nodded with a small smile, knowing she'd never change her mind about wanting Mickey in every way possible. "I'm always gonna be sure about you."

Mickey grinned and leaned down to kiss her once more — the taste of her was still coating his tongue as it explored every inch of her mouth like it was something to own. Like he didn't already own it.

It was slow as he aligned himself at her entrance and pushed inside. His eyes stayed glued to her face, adoring how her head fell back and her eyes closed as she let out a low, "Oh. Ohh."

Indiana gripped the sheets, needing something to hold onto as he rolled his hips, both adjusting to the feeling as her walls stretched to accommodate him. Mickey let out breathy groans as he continued to slide in, not yet reaching his base yet. Then he began peppering Indy's face with kisses to distract her from the uncomfortable feeling and reached for her hands on the sheets. She instead gripped his hands, their fingers intertwining and her nails digging into the back of his hands as he lifted her arms above her head.

"You're so big," Indiana whined, having to take in deep breaths. God, it really had been a few months since she'd had sex with someone, and the girth was overwhelming.

"Just a little more," Mickey whispered in her ear before kissing her temple. "You can take it. Breathe for me."

She had no idea how hard he was fighting the urge to fuck her stupid into the shitty dorm mattress, against his desk, the goddamn door where people could hear. He wanted to see her with bruises in the shape of his teeth and hands, but she deserved so much better than that for their first time together.

He'd simply have to save all his wishes for another time when he didn't have to be as gentle — because both knew it wasn't always going to be this gentle.

Finally, Mickey slid deeper until he was all the way in, stretching her fully and filling her to the brim. Indiana let out a choked moan before picking her head up, kissing him forcefully. Rather than tell him it was okay to move, she rolled her hips against his, helping him go even deeper.

He began to gently and slowly pull back before sliding all the way back in again, creating a delicious sensation deep inside the both of them. Then he did it again and again, and Indiana was lost to the world around them.

She whimpered and moaned his name pleadingly in between kisses that she gave everywhere she could reach — his jaw, his shoulder, his collarbone, his lips. As he picked up the pace, a cacophony of feelings built up inside of her, a mix of complete and total ecstasy — and something else she couldn't identify. Something that made her feel warm and content inside, like she was meant for Mickey for the rest of her life.

And god fucking damn it, Mickey felt just as good as he came undone, groaning and grunting in her ear. He let out a string of curses and praising words as he continued to thrust into her deeper and deeper. And when he'd moan — god, Indiana couldn't get enough. She was sure the sound would play on a loop in her mind for days like a song she couldn't get out of her head.

"Fuck! So - fucking - tight," he grunted, teeth scraping against her jaw as he pounded harder with each word. Indiana cried out, knowing she wouldn't be able to last much longer as he kept up the intense pace. "Taking me so well, Sweetheart. So fucking good."

The praising words were what really did it, making something in her mind snap. Her second orgasm hit her so suddenly that her vision nearly faded out, her body shaking in spasms in the dark haze as he continued to fuck into her roughly.

Feeling Indiana clench so tightly around him, Mickey knew he didn't have much longer either. He hooked his arm underneath her back to pull her even closer before giving two more good thrusts, his skin slapping against hers. He surged forward and kissed her as he came, his hips stuttering from the force of it.

They were taking in the same air as they caught their breath, chests heaving and limbs still trembling with their foreheads pressed together. Indiana held the sides of his face and sucked on his bottom lip as he recovered, his body weight resting pleasantly on top of her.

For a few minutes, they remained embraced in silence, but eventually, Mickey pulled out of her. Indiana whined from the feeling and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself close to him as she stared into his eyes. Mickey lazily traced his fingers up and down her side with the lightest of touches.

"That was..." Indiana trailed off, unable to really even think of the words.

"Perfect," Mickey whispered, the corners of his lips turning up. Indy smiled and nodded in agreement. "You're perfect, Indiana. Fucking perfect and all mine."

"Yeah," she mumbled, leaning in to kiss him softly, speaking against his lips. "I'm yours — you're mine."