Page 95 of Demons Dig Donuts

Mr. Heiss smirked right back. “No.”

“Fine, be an asshole.”

“Sort of my thing.”

“Really?” Indy gasped. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“Ass.” Mr. Heiss rolled his eyes, but he leaned in to kiss Indy’s lips.

Indy wanted to snipe and make another sarcastic comment, but Mr. Heiss’s kisses were more effective at shutting him up than they had any right to be. Indy promptly returned to puddle mode, and he smiled as Mr. Heiss gathered him against his chest to cuddle. Though Indy remained nude, Mr. Heiss now wore a perfectly pressed white T-shirt and black silk pajama pants.

Of course.

“Guess King was right,” Indy murmured, resting his head on Mr. Heiss’s chest and closing his eyes.

Mr. Heiss scoffed. “When did this happen?”

“About two becoming one and all that.” Indy hummed and, in case Mr. Heiss had forgotten, clarified, “Us fucking.”

Mr. Heiss snorted, a sound Indy was coming to understand was one of his little laughs. “I didn’t need a magical skull to tell me that. Besides, he isn’t always right.”

“He’s three for four right now.” Indy raised his fingers to count. “He knew where to find the Artifact.”

“Yes, but not that it was going to be attached to you.” Mr. Heiss rolled his eyes, and his tail lashed. “His magical vision decidedly left that detail out.”

“He predicted those mostri assholes coming after me.”

“Which was self-fulfilling because you would have been fine had you stayed where I told you to.”

“Okay, but ha! He was also right about your dick and my ass.”

“And as I said, that was inevitable.” Mr. Heiss curled his thick arm around Indy, idly tracing lazy patterns across his skin with his claws.

Indy batted his lashes. “Because I’m so irresistible?”

“Persistent.”

“And irresistible.”

“Annoyingly so.”

“I’ll take it.” Indy snickered.

Mr. Heiss grinned wickedly. “And take it you do. So very well.”

Indy would have blushed if his face wasn’t still so hot. He felt a bubble of warmth anyway, and he preened. “Well, I am a professional after all.”

“Mm.” Mr. Heiss glanced over him. “How are you feeling? Hurting anywhere?”

“No, I’m fine. What about—” Indy looked at Mr. Heiss’s chest, but the cuts were already gone. Indy’s nail had also been repaired. “So.” His grin grew. “Someone likes a bit of pain with their pleasure?”

“Excuse me for a moment,” Mr. Heiss murmured before pressing a kiss to the top of Indy’s head.

“What?” Indy blinked as he watched Mr. Heiss get out of bed. He took the opportunity to stretch and take up as much space as possible, yawning. “And here I was looking forward to all that pillow talk.”

Mr. Heiss made a face. “I am going to get a drink. What would you like?”

“Can’t you just, like, summon shit?” Indy lifted his head.