[ SMUT WARNING for the end of the chapter. really, it's like spicy crumbs, but still.

also, it's my finals week and then i've got to move out of my dorm for the summer, so gonna be very busy the next few days with no opportunity to write, so sorry, but it'll be a couple of days before the new chapter. and if you've got finals, good luck !  ]

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AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY SOME SHIT LIKE YOU'RE THE ONLY FISH IN THE SEA FOR ME?

☆︎ MARCH, 1998 ☆︎

"Oh, a crop field!"

"Look, another field."

"Woah, that's a field with cows in it."

"Mickey," Jackson said, breathing loudly through his nose, "shut the fuck up about the goddamn fields."

Windsor's Spring Break finally arrived for the students, and after deciding to skip their Friday classes, Sidney, Randy, Indiana, and Mickey all filed into Jackson's van and headed for California that Thursday. It was certainly a long drive to be cooped up together for so long, and they were ready for some distance as they finally made it across the country by Friday night.

Mickey thought he was so fucking funny as he began pointing out the sights — or rather lack of sights — that they passed on the last hour of their drive. Meaning he just pointed out the fields, barns, and run-down gas stations they passed on the backroads that led to Woodsboro.

Of which there were a lot.

"But look," Mickey said, pointing out the window with a shit-eating grin on his face. "There's a field next to another field!"

"You act like you're not from Harlan, Kentucky," Indiana muttered, rolling her eyes playfully. "It's not even big enough to have two fields."

"Ah, but they have four times the meth barns," Randy chimed in with a sly smirk.

"Guys, we are four minutes from Indy's house," Sidney spoke up. "I think we can go four more minutes together without getting into another disagreement."

"Don't sugarcoat it, Sid. They're fights," Indiana said, smiling. "Jackson literally slowed down in Colorado while Randy tried to push me from the moving vehicle."

"Which I never would've let happen," Mickey said while wrapping an arm around her. They were in the back row of the van, having been banished there after Randy had to watch them make out when they were in the middle.

"You were trying to unhook her seatbelt and help," Sidney reminded him flatly.

"She said Die Hard was only okay!" he said, raising his voice. "We can't be blamed for our actions."

"It is only okay," Indiana insisted. At her claim, Mickey shoved her off of him.

"Indy, I have only disagreed with you three times in the history of our whole friendship," Jackson said, gripping the steering wheel. "I never said a damn thing about pursuing a boy in a relationship, I backed you up that one time when you wanted to steal a brick from the walkway on the quad—"

"How did you steal a brick?" Sidney asked them with a frown. The bricked paths were fairly new, so they weren't crumbling and easy to take apart piece by piece.

"Don't worry about it," Indy brushed her off as Jackson kept going.

"Indy, I swear to fucking god, if you don't take it back, this is gonna make your constant arguments about the quality of Killer Klowns From Outer Space that has gone on for years seem like a minor spat."

Indiana narrowed her eyes at her best friend. "You told me you love Killer Klowns From Outer Space."

Jackson's eyes met hers through the rearview mirror. "I fucking lied, bitch!"

"Ha!" Randy laughed as Indiana gaped at her best friend. "Now no one's on your side! It sucks!"

"Hey, hey!" Mickey said, shaking his head. "Don't kick her while she's down, guys."

"So, you like the movie then?" Randy questioned, looking at him with his eyebrow raised.

Indiana also looked at Mickey, tilting her head to the side. He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace while wrapping his arm back around her. "How far away did you say that house was, Sid?"

Sidney snorted. "Just around the corner," she answered. "But something tells me that Indy doesn't want you getting out with her."

"If you start walking now, you could probably make it to that drop zone of yours in Colorado," Indy told him in a snarky tone.

"Baby, it was a joke," he said, kissing the top of her head. "We were just faking."

"Oh, you don't wanna get me on the topic of things that can be faked."

Jackson and Randy let out childish 'ooh's while Sidney laughed at Mickey, who was uselessly sputtering, unable to think of a response. Indiana grinned up at him, glad that Mickey Altieri was finally rendered silent for once in his goddamn life. Of course, she was fucking lying, something they both knew.

"What do you mean you—"

"Oh, look! We're home!" Indiana cut him off, pointing past him out the window. "And if you squint real hard, you can see another fucking field down the road."

As soon as Jackson put his van in park, everyone was scrambling out so that Indy and Mickey could leave the back seat. Randy practically threw Indiana her bags, which she let drop — it really had been a long drive. All five of them pretty much had all of Sidney's lines from Agamemnon memorized since she'd been running them during the drive.

"Give me twelve hours," Jackson told Indy as he stretched his back. "Then I'll be ready for more Indiana."

"You know, there wasn't this much bickering between Randy and I when we drove back and forth for Christmas," Sidney pointed out.

Indiana refrained from making a comment about Randy being totally into Sidney. She was officially dating Derek, and they were quite content together. Besides, Cici and Ted were going through it, so he still had a chance there. Cici was finally realizing how much of an ass her boyfriend was, and when Indy wasn't available to talk to, Randy was there as a shoulder to cry on.

"Well, that's because I'm just so delightful," Randy said, shooting a snarky look toward Jackson, Mickey, and Indiana. "And they aren't."

"Careful, Target Practice, or I won't invite you to the reunion concert of The Woodsboro Killers," she threatened.

The small town was excited for the one interesting thing about them — barring the murders, of course — to be reuniting over Spring Break. They'd be performing at the same frat house they used on Halloween back in 1995. Indiana was so excited to play with her friends again and even had some original songs prepared. She also couldn't wait for Mickey to watch. The Lethal Lawnmowers just weren't the same as The Woodsboro Killers.

"If I'm being honest, I don't much care unless you're getting blood dumped on you," Randy admitted while shrugging.

"How do you know we aren't?" Jackson asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"Because it's fucking March," he reminded him. "You're gonna give someone a heart attack if you pull that shit."

"Just adds to my body count," Indiana joked while moving to grab her backpack. But Mickey swooped in and carried it for her.

"Cool it with the jokes while we're home," Sidney requested in a soft tone. "I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"Yeah, after Jax and Soph pick up Zay," she confirmed. She then wrapped an arm around Mickey's waist, hugging him. "We've gotta show Mickey all the hot spots in town."

"Ooh, you mean the field — oof!" Indiana elbowed her boyfriend in the gut as he made yet another joke about the fields. While rubbing his stomach, he smiled. "I'm very excited to see everything, including the embarrassing uniform Indy used to wear to work."

"It was less than flattering," Randy told him. "First time I ever saw her as a sewer rat — hair pulled back, covered in sweat, smelling like grease."

"And yet she's the one getting laid once a week," Jackson said, patting Randy's shoulder before returning to the van with him.

"We share a wall," Sidney grumbled while sliding into the passenger seat. "More than once a week. Probably too much, especially if they're not drinking Gatorades and such in between."

"Well, we'll be sure to put on quite a show next time," Mickey called after her with a teasing grin.

Randy dramatically gagged before getting in the car as well, sliding the back door shut. Itching to get to their own homes and start their breaks, Jackson sped off without a formal goodbye, leaving Indiana and Mickey on the sidewalk.

"I present to thee — casa de Winger," Indiana told her boyfriend while gesturing to the small house she hadn't seen since August. "Not much but better than a dorm room. You'll totally flip when you see how big Sidney's house is."

"It's cute," he said, coming up behind her and resting his chin on the top of her head. He eyed the closed garage door with a smile. "I can picture it — you and Jackson and the other two rockin' away in the garage. Bunch of kids pulled up on the street to watch because there's shit all to do here."

"You sure you've never been to Woodsboro?" Indiana asked teasingly. Then she grabbed his wrists and began to walk, him following with his chest still to her back and chin on her head. "Let's get you settled in the guest room."

"I don't really have to sleep in the guest room, do I?" Mickey asked her as they got up the porch steps carefully.

"You sure do if you're wanting to make a good first impression," Virginia said while swinging the front door open.

Mickey instantly stopped hanging off of Indy's body, standing up straight as he looked at the woman that was nearly a carbon copy of the girl he loved so much. There was a wry smile on her face as she observed Mickey just as he was her. She was in wrinkled scrubs, telling him that she'd recently gotten off work just in time to greet them.

"Well," Virginia then said, raising an eyebrow, "are you going to hug me or not, Gremlin?"

"Told you not to call me that in front of him," Indiana grumbled. But her point wasn't really made because she did run to her sister's arms, hugging her tightly. "Missed you, Goblin."

"You too," she said in a softer tone while rubbing her back. Then she pulled away and looked back at Mickey. "Guess you should make the introductions. I've been waiting to meet the best kisser you've ever known."

"Virginia!" Indy hissed, her cheeks heating up as she glared at her sister.

"Hm, best kisser? Kind of a demotion from best sex you've ever had, but I'll take it," Mickey muttered with a little smirk.

Now it was his turn to be on the receiving end of her embarrassment. "Mickey!"

"Best? Really? Better than that baseball player that took you to the prom?" Virginia asked her, raising a curious eyebrow.

"Mickey Altieri," he then introduced, offering a hand to Virginia, who happily shook it. "Current boyfriend, future director—"

"Constant menace to society," Indiana interrupted, rolling her eyes.

"A menace that you love," Virginia cooed, reaching to pinch Indy's cheeks.

She quickly swatted her hand. "I'm regretting this trip already."

"I'll back off," she said, putting her hands up. Then she smiled at Mickey. "Nice to meet you finally. I've only heard good things — not just from Indy but the others too. Come on in."

"It's good to finally meet you too," Mickey said as the three of them entered the house. "Indiana's been talking about how cool you are for weeks. Been kind of nervous, actually. First time meeting a girl's family."

"Good thing it's a small family," she said, winking at him over her shoulder. Already, Indiana could smell the pasta her sister was making for dinner. "Though really, you've met most of her other family at college. Can't get Indy without Jackson, Sidney, and Randy."

"And you can meet Soph and Zay tomorrow morning," Indiana told him while linking her arm with his. "C'mon. I'll show you where everything is."

While Virginia went back to cooking, Indiana led Mickey by his hand around her house. Sure, it wasn't the one she grew up in, but it had just as many good memories. He saw the garage where everyone still kept their instruments — Virginia had no problem with Sophia and Isaiah coming over whenever they wanted to practice. It made the house seem less empty. Indy made sure Mickey knew where the bathrooms were and let him drop his duffle bag off in the guest room that was two rooms down from her own.

The last stop on the tour was Indiana's bedroom, which looked exactly how she left it in August. It was missing a few pictures and decorations that she took with her to college, but overall, it still screamed 'Indiana' to Mickey. She watched as he moved around with a cute smile, taking in the string lights and her music collection and the nicknacks that she'd collected over the years.

Then he stopped by her window, looking through the sheer curtains at the house next door. He could see right into the room that used to be occupied by Billy Loomis.

"That's his house, huh?" he questioned, leaning against the wall while still looking at the abandoned house.

"Mr. Loomis moved away after it all happened, understandably," Indiana muttered while coming up behind Mickey to hug him. And the realtors had a horrible time trying to sell the property given that a murderer was raised there. "That was Billy's room. Though he spent more nights in mine or Stu's room, if we're being honest."

"That's all behind you now," Mickey said, turning away from the window to look down at her.

"It's not. Not really, I mean," she said, shrugging. "We're all always going to be the survivors, you know. Woodsboro's never gonna feel safe again — feel like home. If anything, Windsor feels more like home now. It's got you, Jax, Sid, Cici. Honestly, if Isaiah, Sophia, and my sister weren't here, I'd never come back."

"I didn't know it'd bother you that much," he said, taking her hand in his. "You always seem so, I don't know, unbreakable when it comes to this kind of stuff."

"I am unbreakable, Spielberg," she said, managing a smile. "Wasn't like I was in love with Billy like Sid was. Wasn't like we grew up together like he did with Randy and Jackson. And you know, if it weren't for Tatum, I wouldn't care all that much a year and a half later about the ones who died, as shitty as that makes me sound. Losing my parents was a lot worse than being there when Casey and Steve died."

"It doesn't make you shitty, Sweetheart," he assured her. "You're just tougher than the circumstances the world's thrown your way."

"Well, I'm just glad the world decided to give me a break after," she said, moving to wrap her arms around his neck. "I'd say getting Cici, Derek, Hal, and you is pretty good compensation for our pain."

Mickey smiled warmly down at her before kissing her softly, his arms sliding around her waist to draw her closer. "We're pretty damn lucky to have you too."

Indiana smiled up at him, leaning her chin on his chest. "Thanks for coming with me this week."

"Sweetheart, there's nowhere else I'd rather be than with you."

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It was late in the night, but then again, it was Spring Break, so it didn't matter that Indiana and Mickey were awake at two in the morning, sleepily watching The Mask on the boxy TV set in her bedroom.

The Monday of the break had come and gone with Indiana showing Mickey the last of what was to be seen of her hometown — Cricket's, the high school, the video store that Randy's sister Martha was now working at. They even took him by Stu's old house, but they never got too close even though the Machers moved out.

Sidney was right, Indiana quickly learned. Any location even remotely involved with the Woodsboro massacre had shiny new commemorative signs nearby, already anticipating the crowds that would swing by after watching Stab and learning it was based on a true story.

Mickey did show some interest but it wasn't as if he hadn't already heard the stories. So, they were all thankful that he wasn't wanting to spend all his free time at the places where lives were lost. If anything, he was most entertained by the cow pasture right next to the football field — a double field.

To Indiana and Jackson's delight, Mickey got along well with Isaiah and Sophia. Maybe they weren't destined to be the best of friends, but they could all make each other laugh and tell funny stories about their shared friends.

Now, after another day of exploring — well, 'exploring' was pushing it, admittedly — Indiana was happy to be wrapped up in Mickey's arms. It was calming as he rubbed gentle circles on her hip, his hand falling underneath her sweatshirt. They'd probably both be asleep before the credits of the movie began to roll.

Just before Indiana's eyes could fully flutter shut, her ears picked up on a gentle tapping sound — a sound she'd heard a hundred times back when Billy was still her next-door neighbor. She sat up quickly, alerting Mickey to the visitor as well.

It wasn't Billy Loomis, of course, peering through her window. No, it was Isaiah, much to Indiana's surprise. She scrambled off of her bed and went to unlock the window, letting him inside. The tops of his shoulders and head were wet, telling her that it was raining outside.

"Zay, what are you doing here?" she asked, making sure he got his feet on the ground. Then she really looked at him, seeing his red-rimmed eyes. "Ha - have you been crying?"

Isaiah sniffed while rubbing his eyes, nodding as he did. "Yeah. Yeah, um, can I - can I stay here tonight?" he asked her, breathing deeply both from his emotions and the bike ride over in the rain.

"Of course."

"You can borrow something of mine," Mickey offered, nodding his head to his wet clothes. He also got off the bed.

"Thanks," Isaiah mumbled, looking at his feet.

Indiana held his hands softly, looking up at the tall, lanky boy that looked so crushed. "Zay, what happened? Why're you upset?"

"My acceptance letter for Windsor came in," he told them, forcing a smile. Now both he and Sophia had them. "But my mom got to it first — she didn't even know I applied. So we started talking about it, and I could've sworn she was starting to be okay with me going to Ohio. S - so I told her."

"Told her..."

"About the band," Isaiah finished for her. Then he clenched his eyes shut. "God, she lost it. Started screaming and preaching and throwing stuff. Then Dad got into it — he was taking my side. They kept fighting, and then soon, I wasn't even what they were fighting about. They didn't even stop yelling to notice me leaving."

Isaiah's parents fighting was nothing new, but it must have been worse than normal to send him running away from the house. Honestly, everyone in town was waiting for the day that Marshall Starnes left Annabelle. Well, everyone but Isaiah was waiting for it.

"Sorry if I woke you guys up," he mumbled, feeling bad about coming over so suddenly.

"Don't ever apologize," Indiana told him. "Get changed and dry, and then we will dogpile. And if Mickey doesn't want to dogpile, he can actually use the guest room for the first time since he's been here."

"Mickey is okay with a dogpile," Mickey spoke up while throwing Isaiah some sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"And hey," Indy said, catching Isaiah's wrist before he could wander to the bathroom. "You can always come through the window, even when I go back to school. Or go to Sophia's. I don't want you ever being alone if your parents are fighting."

He smiled softly at her. "Thanks, Indy." Then he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "I'm glad you got to come home. I really missed you."

"I missed you too, Zay," she said, smiling as well. "You've just gotta survive two more months without me. Think that's doable?"

"Barely."

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As expected, the group of friends ran out of activities to do well before Spring Break ended and it was time to drive back to Ohio. So, when Indiana's nineteenth birthday arrived that Friday before they had to drive back, she got to pick their activity. All eight of them crammed into Jackson's van — Virginia took off work for the day to join them — and drove to a huge aquarium a few towns over, just trying to stay entertained. Though the adult would be going back to the hospital for a night shift.

Besides, they couldn't let Mickey leave and tell everyone the only sights he saw were some fields, a few murder sights, and a frat house party of a college he didn't attend.

Indiana, Isaiah, and Sidney were the ones enjoying the trip to the aquarium the most. They ran around like little kids, pointing out their favorite fish and other various aquatic creatures kept there. The best part was a long tunnel that they could walk under while the fish swam above them, which was nearly a mile long with all the twists and turns it took.

To keep her from running into the walls while following a giant stingray with her eyes, Mickey steered her by the shoulders through the tunnel so that she wouldn't have to watch where she was going.

"Yo, Mickey!" Randy called out to him. He was at the end of the tunnel with Jackson and Virginia. "They're gonna do a live shark feeding! Come on."

"I'll pass," Indiana said with a grimace. She didn't want to see a shark tear into another fish even if it was in their nature. But she could see Mickey was as excited as the others, so she kissed him on the cheek. "Go, I'll catch up to you. I need to double back and find Zay and Sidney, too. I think Sophia's with them."

"Um, I'm pretty sure she's still making out with the girl she met back at the sea turtles," Mickey told her with a big grin. Then he kissed her quickly before running off with the others that wanted to see the sharks.

Indiana stayed in the tunnel for a while longer, looking at all the colorful fish that swam around, completely undeserved. She read all the little plaques describing all the species and where they were rescued from, as it was a rescue, rehab, release aquarium.

She was content to be alone for a moment as she watched a red tail catfish swim by a giant snakehead, tuning out the sound of children running past her. However, she wasn't alone for very long at all.

"I just got back from fishing," a guy said, coming to stand right next to her.

Indiana turned her head and saw he was only a few years older than her most likely. He was dressed similarly to Derek in a light purple polo shirt, but the collar was popped up, which kind of made him look like an ass.

"Oh, yeah?" she asked to make conversation. "I haven't been fishing in a while."

"How about I take you on my boat and show you my rod?"

Indiana's mouth fell open and the lame pickup line, fighting off the urge to laugh in his face. "I'm good, actually," she said, rolling her eyes. Then she stepped away from him, continuing to watch the fish.

However, the guy continued after her. "C'mon, don't be like that. You look like a trout, baby. I can't help but want to fish you."

"God," she said, actually laughing at him that time. "Can you hear yourself? Just go away. Try it on someone else."

Instead of taking her advice, the boy leaned in closer, making her cringe. "There may be a lot of fish in the sea," he went on, putting his hand on the glass behind her, making her feel trapped, "but you're the only one I want to catch and mount back at my place—"

Neither saw the fist coming as the guy was punched in the face, knocked right to the floor. A few kids who witnessed it screamed and ran off to find their parents. Indiana looked at Mickey with wide eyes, who was glaring down at the asshole on the floor who now had a bleeding nose.

"She told you to get lost," Mickey said in a dark tone. He'd been watching the shark feeding and was going to try and convince Indiana to join them, only to catch the boy backing her up against the aquarium glass, making her clearly uncomfortable.

"Fuck!" the guy cursed while scrambling to his feet. His speech was off given that he was holding onto his nose. "I didn't know the bitch had a fucking boyfriend."

Mickey's eyes widened with fury. "Call her a bitch again and—"

He had started toward the boy again, so Indiana grabbed his arm to keep him back. It gave the guy time to flee, clearly not wanting to fight Mickey after a punch like that.

"Hey," Indy said softly while cupping his cheek, getting him to look at her rather than down the tunnel where the guy disappeared.

Mickey's chest was heaving as he took deep, angry breaths. "I'll fucking kill him. Who the fuck does he think he is, backing you into the glass like that?"

"He's gone now," she said while rubbing her thumb soothingly over his cheek. Mickey shut his eyes and leaned into her touch. Then with her other hand, she reached for his hand that he punched the guy with, looking at his red knuckles. "You probably shouldn't make a habit of punching strangers in tourist attractions, though."

"He deserved it," he muttered, still quite frustrated. Then he sighed and looked down at her, holding her hips. "You okay?"

"I'm perfect," she assured him while moving to wrap her arms around his neck. "You were a total knight in shining armor. Or, well, fish in shining scales."

Mickey snorted at her lame joke and rolled his eyes. "Am I supposed to say some shit like you're the only fish in the sea for me?"

"Yup," Indy said, giggling a little. Then she stood on her toes to kiss him softly.

He hummed contently against her lips, quickly deepening it. While doing so, he backed her against the glass of the tunnel, and the cool temperature made her gasp, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth.

"No touching the glass!" an employee shouted, suddenly interrupting their make-out session.

Mickey quickly yanked Indiana back and off the wall of glass, both looking sheepishly at the girl that couldn't have been older than sixteen. As she moved on, muttering about their PDA, the couple broke out in a fit of laughter.

Then Indiana leaned against Mickey's side and smiled. "I guess, as payment for you defending my honor, I'll go watch the sharks eat their lunch."

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Indiana's birthday at the aquarium was a successful trip. Everyone was all smiles and laughs as they walked to the parking garage to get into Jackson's van. Indy was hugging a huge stuffed shark that Mickey bought her while Mickey hugged her, walking in step with her from behind. The shark was creatively named Chomper.

Jackson was the one to find out why the couple was so touchy all of the sudden — well, more touchy than normal. While Mickey was off getting a snack from the food court, Indiana told him about the guy that hit on her. She also confessed to how absolutely hot it was to have Mickey punch him over something so small.

They agreed that was probably something for her therapist to unpack on another day.

But after Mickey returned, the couple didn't separate again. If anything, he was somehow more affectionate, constantly kissing her neck and head, always maintaining some kind of physical touch whether it be having his arm around her or linking their pinkies as they explored the crowded gift shop.

Since everyone was so lively and chatty as they loaded into Jackson's van that was starting to feel like a clown car, Virginia was the only one to hear the familiar sirens of approaching first responders. Without telling the others where she was going, she went to the nearby booth where a security guard was standing.

"Hey, is there a medical emergency?" Virginia asked the older man while nodding back to the aquarium building. "I'm a nurse."

"Not much you can do," he said with a shrug. Then he waved his black walkie talkie around. "A guest tripped and fell down the stairs — broke his neck, it seems like. Sounds like he's pretty young too. College-aged like the group you've got."

Virginia winced over such a simple and horrible accident. "Alright. Thanks for letting me know. Have a good rest of your day, sir."

"You too, and watch your step," he told her as she walked off back toward the van.

Despite the frown on Virginia's face, she didn't tell the kids about the boy that'd died suddenly and likely while they were still in the building. She didn't want it to ruin Indiana's birthday, who was curled up against Mickey's side, laughing at a joke Sophia was telling.

Besides, it didn't really matter. The guy fell, nothing more.

☆︎

"You're a sight for fucking sore eyes, Sweetheart."

Indiana's mouth opened, prepared to let out a gasp of a response, but only another broken moan sounded as she arched up further off her bed and onto Mickey's fingers. Her skin was slick with sweat that was across her forehead and flushed chest, not the only thing dripping onto the sheets underneath her.

But it wasn't the California heat coming in from her cracked window that got her in that state. No, it was the way that Mickey was practically fucking her open with his long fingers, taking his sweet goddamn time in coiling and uncoiling a delicious but unattainable pleasure inside of her.

The birthday gift he gave her was what led to this. It was just a simple but beautiful heart locket made out of gold, and inside were two pictures of them. Both were candids that she never knew her friends had taken but was so grateful that they did. One photo was the pair of them lying on the main quad, their limbs intertwined as they looked up at the clouds, talking about anything and everything. The other made her grin — it was a picture of them clearly shouting at each other, likely arguing about some movie opinion they differed on.

So, after Mickey stood behind her to help her put the necklace on, Indiana practically threw herself at him. How could she not? But now, she was greatly regretting it.

Fuck, Indiana was close. So close that she could almost taste it on her tongue that Mickey'd nearly devoured earlier. But she was also completely unable to reach it, rendered nearly immobile with Mickey using his frame to keep her legs spread wide open beneath him. He'd asked her not to touch him — to not touch herself, claiming he wanted to treat her right for her birthday. But Indy didn't think this was fair treatment at all, especially when he'd been at his task for what seemed like hours now, meaning her patience was wearing fucking thin.

"Mickey," Indiana whined, her voice needy and high.

Micky just lifted his head, raising a single eyebrow as he regarded her with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes that she loved so much. God, he couldn't help but admire his handiwork as she was laid out before him, pupils blown wide with need, bare chest heaving, bruises adorning her collarbone put there by his teeth — she looked utterly wrecked. He loved her like that.

"Jesus, fuck," he huffed, and she shuddered as his warm breath hit her skin. "Look at you, Sweetheart. So fucking pretty and soft, all for me."

Indiana just whined again, the sound wordless but still conveying that desperate need inside of her. She bucked her hips, as if to make her point, the movement thrusting Mickey's long fingers further inside of her. She cried out, feeling them hit even deeper in a part of her that he'd been stopping just shy of, finally fulfilling that aching emptiness he'd been teasing her with mercilessly.

"No, no, no," Mickey said while sliding his fingers a little further out to prove his point. "Gotta stay still for me just like you promised."

Indiana wanted to sob and curse him out in one breath while also begging him to actually put those fingers of his to use. "Please, Mick—"

Her thoughts came to a screeching halt as Mickey suddenly bent his fingers inside of her. She arched off the bed, letting a shameless groan slip out, the song that Mickey always so longed to hear pour from her lips. But his hand splayed over her stomach, pressing her back down flat onto the bed, leaning down to murmur against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

"Stay still," he ordered in a firm tone. The look in his dark eyes reminded her of a hungry predator as he looked up her body slowly to meet her gaze. "Or you could just fake it since that's something you're so experienced with."

God, of course he'd wait until the last fucking day of the break to remind her of that comment — that lie. Indiana was feeling so desperate and needy for a release that her mind couldn't even fathom an act like that. She was prepared to beg her boyfriend if he'd just go a little deeper, to not hastily pull back any time she was painfully close to an orgasm.

"Mickey," she moaned again, grabbing onto the sheets in a grip that would leave marks in the shape of her nails were they his shoulders. "Please, please, please," she practically cried.

"I told you," he whispered, mouth hovering over her core, breath washing over her skin as he continued to tease her with his fingers. "I was gonna fucking ruin you, Sweetheart. Wouldn't be a good present if I didn't follow through."

"Just do someth—"

As Mickey's mouth fell onto her clit, Indiana's mouth fell open, letting out a silent scream. He moved his lips at the same glacial pace as his fingers, but it was still so much more as his tongue swirled around her clit, sucking deftly while his fingers worked in and out of her rhythmically.

The boy was certainly keeping his word. It went on forever until Indiana was in tears, unable to think or say anything coherent aside from his name that she babbled pleadingly. It wasn't the only way he was going to ruin her, though.

And Indiana just had to wait one more month for him to truly make good on his promise to do so.