Transfer Indy's feelings for Sully, to you

“I’ll do us both a favor and pretend you never said any of that,” you say, inordinately hurt by her little tirade. “Let’s finish this. Indy, all the feelings you had for Sully that I claimed? I’m redirecting every single one toward me.”

Indy stops midway through zipping up her black dress and looks over her shoulder at you with wide eyes. She does a doubletake, then quickly mashes her bra-clad boobs into her dress so she can rush to your side.

“Oh, baby - I mean Chase - I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to say any of that about you,” she says, throwing her arms around you in a fierce hug, like she's afraid you're going to walk out on her. “What happened with Sully, what’s happening with you, with us, now… this is all so strange. I didn't want it to go that way with Sully - I don't want it to go that way with you, either. I don't want you to leave me like that again - I mean, for the first time. At all."

Indigo blinks her eyes, dizzy with the wild shift in her heart and deepest emotions. "Can I change my mind? If you want to try to make this work, I can try for you, baby. Even if it's for the first time."

"Everybody's allowed to make mistakes," you say, holding Indy tight to your chest, right where she belongs. She nestles her head under your chin, making herself smaller to better mold herself into your embrace.

Wildly relieved, Indy can't help but laugh. "You were always planning to be the transplant yourself, weren’t you?"

You nod, your hands going up and down Indy's smooth, warm back. God, she's beautiful. The scent of citrus fills your nose. “Always was. I couldn’t let this fire die. Not after all it’s been through," you say, trembling at some emotional memory you can't consciously recall. "As soon as I got you two up here, I knew I needed this for myself - what you had with Sully,” you say, "I needed it with you, too. No one else would do.”

Indy runs a hand up the back of your neck, into your hair, and grabs a fistful. “This is so strange. It feels like I’ve done this a thousand times before, but I’m not used to how your hair feels under my fingers anymore."

"Maybe I could claim your memories. Make it right," you offer, worried.

But Indy shakes it off. "No. Different is good. I don't want to bring over what wasn't working with Sully to us."

You frown, and move away enough to look down at the woman in your arms. “Speaking of. Why aren’t you angry at me? I turned all of your feelings for Sully onto me, good and bad. Shouldn't you still want to break up?"

Indigo smirks and dives in to kiss you. The tip of her tongue slips between your lips and taps against yours. Your body responds in kind - you grab Indy's hips and kiss her back, needing to take full possession of this sexual treasure.

She breaks off with a smirk, leaving you hungry, thirsting for more. “Chase," says Indy, "you haven't got a clue, do you?”

You smile. "Tell me. You've been living with these feelings longer than I have," you say, pushing your forehead against hers and relishing how it feels to let your fingers dig into her ass. "I'll need to get to know you all over again."

Indy wraps her arms around your neck and gives you another warm, wet kiss. “I really, really liked Sully,” she says, looking momentarily sad in a way that plays your heartstrings, "but I just knew we wouldn’t work out. We were too different. We're going to different schools. He's always wrapped up in himself. And he's a physical guy, not an intellectual one."

"His body was to die for, and that’s what drew me to him in the first place, but we've never been able to talk. To open up with all our feelings. Not just the good, but the bad. And that’s one thing that you happen to be really good at, Chase."

Indy looks up at you with a softness typically reserved for Sully. Reserved for me now, you remind yourself, pleased as punch.

But what Indigo is saying is news to you. You’ve always been on good terms with Indy, listening to her, joking with her. Being nice to her at sports events or on friend outings. It was never anything more than that, of course, but maybe to her… given what Sully wasn’t giving her…

“Were you always comparing me to him?”

Indy shakes her head. “No. Maybe a thought exercise once in a while - you know, how everybody thinks about what it’d be like to date their friends. But not before now.” She shakes her head. “I never felt anything for you like this. I have to say, it makes perfect sense in hindsight.”

“So you’re not mad I swapped myself out for Sully?”

Indigo chews her lip, cutely. “I’m not sure what to feel about that, baby. On one hand, I feel the same about you as I did about Sully a few minutes ago. On the other hand, the whole context between us is completely different from how it was with him." She offers a tentative smile up at you that makes your heart melt. "I mean. It is your relationship, Chase. And our feelings, mine and Sully’s, they’re yours too. I don't think it'd be fair to be too mad that you used them a little selfishly. You claimed them, so they belong to you, don't they?”

"That's right," you say, groping Indy's ass deeper. It feels so right. You should've pulled Indy aside the second Sully introduced you. So much lost time. "So, the fact I skipped the whole asking you out, dating thing to get to this point... you're absolutely sure that doesn’t bother you either?"

Indigo strokes your cheek. “Now you're overthinking," she says, laughing lightly. "It doesn't matter how we got here. I haven't felt this happy in our relationship in a long time. I always pictured being with a guy who could hold up his half the conversation, but the reality is that fast-talkers are a turn-off up front. They always fizzle out, trying too hard to impress me."

"Muscle is exciting at first but it gets old," she continues. "It already got old with Sully, so thanks to the transplant, all I’m doing is trading brawn for brains, and going straight to being with the guy I like who also happens to be open to emotional conversation. Like this? What we're doing? I could never talk to Sully like this. He'd clam up in a second.”

You listen, captivated, as you hold Indy's hip and caress her neck. “I guess I’m happy too," you reply, with a chuckle. "I traded a painful existence as an eligible bachelor for being for being the luckiest guy at the harvest moon ball."

Indy gives a glowing smile, her teeth a dazzling white against her dark lips. "The luckiest guy at the harvest moon ball, huh?"

"Yep," you say. Her eyes are like dark, deep pools. You lose yourself in them.

Indy runs her thumbs along the base of your skull, just behind your ears. "So. What's Mr. Lucky want to do next? Sounds like there's still plenty of party left, and Sully was never was much into dancing," she says, wistful, but hopeful. Indeed, the sound of the bass from the party below still thumps mutedly throughthe floor. "We could head back down. Let everybody know you and me are finally official..."