Indy had never run naked in the rain, but she figured there was a first time for everything.
It was a hot summer night, and the air-conditioning was out, and there were only so many cold showers a woman could take before absolutely losing her mind. So when the storm finally came, shaking the whole house with every boom of thunder, Indy slipped out of her clothes and into the night.
That was one good thing about moving to the country-- there were no neighbors here, nobody around for a mile, at least. She was utterly, completely alone.
And yet, it felt like someone was watching her and she took her first step into the rain.
She shook off the thought-- really, there was nobody around. And the water felt so delicious on her skin. Why let paranoia ruin this moment when she could focus on the feeling of the rain on her bare skin instead?
She walked far enough out that she could barely see her house through the pouring rain. And then she stood stock still, letting the water pound down on her.
It was healing in a way she hadn't anticipated, and in a way she really needed. The city life had really done a number on Indy, and she was ready to leave it all behind. And now, standing out here in the middle of the night, she finally understood all those songs about rain being cleansing and healing-- by the time she made it back inside, Indy practically felt like a whole new woman.
It rained again the next night, and again, Indy stood out in the rain. This time she went a little farther, walked a little faster.
It became a tradition of Indy's, to shed her clothing and embrace the rain whenever a storm came through. A ritual that was hers and hers alone.
Until one night she stood under a full moon partially obscured by dense grey clouds, and heard a voice carrying through the night.
"Are you indecent?"
She thought she'd imagined it at first. She thought it was a trick of the wind, or of the rain. There were stories in these parts, of nature sometime being a little... more... than it should. She'd discounted those stories until now, until a part of her believed this voice was the storm speaking to her.
"That depends on your version of decency," Indy answered, with a false bravado. She was definitely indecent, and if this voice, this deep, raspy, sexy as hell voice, belonged to an actual person, she would be embarrassed.
"Naked. I mean naked," the voice said with a chuckle, and Indy felt heat rise in her cheeks. And between her legs.
"Yes," she breathed, so quiet she knew that whatever, or whoever, the voice belonged to, it couldn't possibly hear her.
"Would you like me to stay away, then?" The voice asked.
Indy paused. On the one hand, she didn't want a total stranger to see her naked.
On the other hand... she kind of did. She never would have guessed it, but the thought sent a thrill through her that made her core clench in anticipation.
