xp_logs | Doug and Angie

Set in the sunroom late Thursday evening after Doug confesses to the icon prank. Three little words are said (in several languages) and perhaps a little closure is gotten from the love potion incident. The rest is just Doug and Angie making out. :)

Marie-Ange poked her head into the open doorway to Doug's (and Jamie's, and Artie's, and Miles') room. She watched him type at his computer for a moment, then knocked quietly. Miles was already in bed - the room's lights dimmed to let the little boy sleep - and Artie was sitting up in bed, reading with the aid of a booklight. Angie waved once to Jamie - or .. a Jamie, she supposed.

Doug stood up from his desk, smiling at Marie-Ange. He ruffled Artie's hair on the way to the door. Artie responded by shooting a slightly dirty look at Marie-Ange and making his sign for "cooties" to Doug. "Trust me, little buddy, your day is coming," Doug said. "Don't stay up too late, huh?" Reaching the doorway, he leaned against the jamb, grinning at Marie-Ange. "Hey."

Marie-Ange shook her head at the entirely-self-satisifed grin on Doug's face. "You...are too much, do you know that?" She peeked a look around him at Artie, and at the blanket-wrapped snoring bundle that was Miles. "Has Artie forgiven you for catching cooties yet?" she asked.

Doug shrugged, the grin remaining on his face. "Not sure. Don't much care one way or the other. 'Sides, like I said, his day is coming." Closing the door softly behind him, Doug gallantly tucked Marie-Ange's hand into the crook of his arm. "So, whither shall we go, milady?" he asked playfully.

"You are so silly." Marie-Ange brushed a quick kiss on Doug's cheek, then made a thoughtful noise. "I am not sure. Somewhere quiet?"

Doug blushed very slightly in an instinctive reaction to Marie-Ange's kiss, then looked pensive. "The sunroom?" he asked. "Or is that too...public?" he continued playfully.

"I am not sure I can think of anyplace better." Marie-Ange slipped an arm around Doug's waist, resting her hand a bit lower on his hip than normal. "Privacy.. would be nice, I think."

Doug grinned. "Privacy sounds nice. There usually isn't anyone in the sunroom this time of night, so it should be fine." He loosely draped his own arm around Marie-Ange's waist, walking in step with her and allowing his own hand to rest slightly low on her hip.

The sunroom was barely lit when they arrived, only the light of a nearly full moon breaking the shadows and giving definition to the furniture. Neither Angie nor Doug led the way - and neither overtly suggested, nor avoided, the cushioned window seat that Angie was so fond of. Marie-Ange settled easily into the seat, tucking her feet underneath her. Once Doug had sat down, she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder.

Doug placed his arm around Marie-Ange's shoulder and just held her for a while, smiling gently down and kissing the top of her head. He remembered the various events that had happened in the sunroom just as much as Marie-Ange did, but he was bound and determined to make some good memories to chase the bad ones away.

Marie-Ange sighed happily, and snuggled against Doug's side. She could hear the quiet whisper of his breathing, and behind it, a gentle throb that had to be his heartbeat. For a time, she just sat quietly, too content to want to move.

Doug rested his cheek against the top of Marie-Ange's head and continued to smile. "I know I've been kinda tentative, and I really appreciate you being patient." He grinned. "So, do you want to hear the words out loud?" he asked playfully.

Marie-Ange blushed slightly, and smiled. "Be as tenative as you need to be. I will still be here." She looked up at Doug, and brushed the back of her knuckles over his cheek tenderly. "Je t'aime."

Doug leaned into the caress and smiled, looking into Marie-Ange's eyes. "Je t'aime aussi. Te quiero, amante. Ich liebe Dich. Ya vas liubliu." He grinned. "In any language...in _every_ language...I love you, Angie."

Marie-Ange's cheeks colored pink, and without a moment's thought for how he might react, she curled her hand behind Doug's head, and pulled him close into a kiss.

Doug's mouth opened quickly against Marie-Ange's, and he slanted his head to deepen the kiss, a whimper escaping from him. When Marie-Ange finally broke the kiss, both teens were breathing heavily.

Marie-Ange brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, and caught her breath. "Um. ... " She fidgeted with the strand of hair, and looked away, towards the window, lost for words, and obviously a bit unsure of herself.

Doug read the hesitance in Marie-Ange's body language, and smoothed her hair away from her face, smiling. "Hey. It's okay, Angie."

"I .. just do not want to push you too fast.." Marie-Ange pulled her gaze back towards Doug, though she couldn't quite meet his eyes. "I don't want to scare you.."

Doug gently placed a finger under Marie-Ange's chin and raised her eyes to meet his. He pressed the finger softly to her lips and continued to smile. "I know you don't, Angie. I'll tell you what I'm comfortable with and what I'm not, okay? Besides, remember me telling you about silly, playful moods?" His grin turned a little more wicked.

She knew that grin. That was -that- grin. The prankster grin, the self-satisifed grin, the grin Doug used on stage. Angie wasn't sure if Doug knew quite how unbelivable sexy that grin was - she wasn't going to tell him. Yet. In so many words. She smiled back, then gently took the finger against her lips into her mouth, nibbling gently for just a moment.

Doug whimpered at the unexpected reaction by Marie-Ange, and he closed his eyes momentarily. When he opened them, the pupils were slightly more dilated with arousal, and they twinkled playfully. Cupping the back of her neck with his hand, he returned her kiss with interest.

Marie-Ange curled her fingers into Doug's hair, and held him close. After a few intense long moments of kissing, she closed her eyes and let instinct take over, letting one hand loose from his hair, sliding down to rest against the small of Doug's back.

Doug's eyes had fluttered closed as well, and as Marie-Ange's hand trailed down his back, his own hands brushed over the soft, loose fabric of her top. Slipping under the hem, his fingers brushed softly against the skin of her lower back.

With a brief, teasing sweep of tongue against Doug's lower lip, Angie pulled back gently to catch her breath. She half-opened her eyes, heavy-lidded with -want-, and leaned forward to gently nibble at his earlobe, while her hand crept down to slip just under Doug's shirt.

Doug's eyes opened slightly in surprise at the nibbling on his earlobe, and the desire evident in Marie-Ange's body language sparked an instinctive response in him. There was no embarassment all of a sudden. Just his love (and lust) for Marie-Ange. His nimble fingers stroked the warm, soft skin at the base of Marie-Ange's back, untucking her top a bit more so that his palms could lay flat against her flanks.

Marie-Ange arched into Doug's touch. She traced the curve of his ear with the tip of her tongue, whimpering as his hands pressed against her sides. "You like this?" she asked, her voice a gentle tickle in his ear.

Doug's only response was a distracted purring noise. Blinking a moment to collect himself enough to speak, he responded in a husky whisper. "Mmm...a lot..." He leaned forward and nibbled at Marie-Ange's earlobe experimentally. "You?" he whispered in her ear.

"Hrm-mm." Marie-Ange murmured. A shiver ran up her back, and in an attempt to distract Doug, she brought her hands forward , brushing the flat of her palms against his sides. When his gentle attentions on her ear did not cease, she whimpered again, and turned her head, pressing her mouth against his.

Doug's mouth pressed back just as insistently, his tongue slipping forward to touch against Marie-Ange's. He slowly brushed the flats of his palms higher along her sides, enjoying the silky feel of her skin under his hands.

Marie-Ange could feel her own pulse racing, and the room seemed suddenly all too warm. Without thinking, she let one hand slide down Doug's waist, to rest gently on the outside of his thigh. She nibbled gently on his bottom lip, and shifted her hips, pressing closer into his chest.

The hand on his thigh was definitely distracting, and Doug was well aware of how aroused they both were, but he didn't want to push this too far too fast. Struggling to rein in his libido, which was attempting to reroute all control function to the battle bridge, he drew back slightly. He covered Marie-Ange's hand with his and moved it a bit further away from his lap. He continued to kiss her, but slowed the frantic pace down a little. In the back of his head, he marveled at his ability to quash the impulses of his teenage hormones, but he didn't fancy getting caught in flagrante delicto by one of the staff. Also, if things ever were to progress in that direction, he wanted it to be slower, and more meaningful should they ever sleep together.

Marie-Ange made a low noise in the back of her throat, but let Doug move her hand with only the most marginal of resistance. She pushed down a brief wave of fear, for a brief moment, convinced she'd spooked him. It was only her nerves talking, she thought. He was still there, still kissing, and Doug -would- have said if something was really wrong. She let herself relax, gentling their kiss into something less intense.

Finally, as the kiss slowed even further, Doug broke away from it, brushing his thumb gently against Marie-Ange's cheek and smiling. He took in her slightly rumpled hair, and the way her top was completely untucked and showing the barest hint of skin at her midriff due to bunching. He gazed into her heavy-lidded eyes and watched as she licked her lips. Unbidden, a string of musical syllables rolled off his tongue in a reverent tone. It made sense that Askani, a language that was so beautiful-sounding, should be so perfectly suited to describing beauty.

Marie-Ange tilted her head, not quite sure what she was hearing. It didn't sound like anything she was familiar with, and she hadn't the first clue what Doug had said, though the emotion in his voice was quite clear. She reached up to catch the hand Doug was caressing her cheek with, and held it in hers. She caught herself before asking what he had said, not wanting to break the mood with questions of language.

Doug saw the question in her eyes and smiled in response. "Nathan's language from the future," he explained briefly. Wrapping his free arm around Marie-Ange's shoulders, he drew her head to his own shoulder as he continued to clasp her hand in his. He sat there, contented, words completely unnecessary as they gazed out the window over the lawn together.