xp_logs | Nathan and Moira, Thursday night

After getting this email, Nathan races up to the room to meet Moira. They give in to their 'baser urges', banter quite cutely, and Nathan comes to an important realization. (Probably an R, I would think...)

Nathan had a fairly good idea of what to expect when he opened the door, so he was more or less prepared when Moira sprang at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly. Laughing inwardly, he kissed her back with undisguised enthusiasm, until they absolutely had to come up for air. "Hello to you too," he said a little breathlessly, pushing the door shut behind him telekinetically. "Remind me to thank G.W." Moira blew at a stray lock of hair that had fallen into her eyes and gave him a quizzical look, and he grinned. "That picture was from some film from back in the fall that he got developed this week. He sent me a few of them along with the email about flight details."

Moira grinned as she tightened her hold around his neck just a little bit. Nathan was a good deal taller but she didn't mind standing nearly on tip toe if it meant contact. "An' thank 'im I will. Steak dinner, I believe." Some slight embarrassment at the amount of teasing she'd received from Henry still lingered but that was quickly being shoved to the side by stronger feelings. "I need warnin' before ye do tha' ta me, Nathan," she mock-admonished, kissing his chin. "Nearly fell out o' me chair."

"But then I wouldn't have gotten such a reaction," he pointed out and, without further ado, scooped her up in his arms. She shrieked, her grip on his neck tightening, but continued to beam at him. "We've officially retired for the night, right?" he asked, carrying her into the bedroom. "No one's going to come knocking at the door..."

Giggling, Moira nodded. "An' if they do, we ignore them." With a smirk, she leaned in and nuzzled at his ear. #Unless there's a fire, we're nay leavin' th' room.#

"Sounds like a plan," Nathan said, setting her down on the bed. "You," he said severely, sliding the lab coat off her shoulders, "are getting too good with that link. You should not be using it to project things that make me want to run up here and tear all your clothes off, you know. My self-control is not infinite."

"Good ta 'ear," she chirped, helping him get rid of the suddenly cumbersome lab coat. "Glad th' projections worked. Maybe I like makin' ye lose tha' self-control." Grinning impishly, she tugged at his belt loops.

"Evil, evil woman," he said half-heartedly, too concerned with removing the rest of their clothing to elaborate. At that point, of course, there were better things to be doing, and as he bent over her, kissing her with a controlled ferocity, he reached out with his telekinesis as well, a little more ruthlessly than he had before. "But I can be evil too," he whispered as he broke the kiss. She was already shaking beneath him, her eyes wide, and he grinned broadly. "Trust me, you have no idea..."

Moira whimpered and her head fell back as she struggled to regain some control. "C-care t' show me?" she whispered, arching against him as she reached up and grabbed his head. The kiss was wild and she tugged him tighter against her. The touch of his telekinesis was all over her and she shivered, hands going from gripping his hair down to scraping her nails against his shoulder and back.

The brief sting of the scratches nearly undid his control right then and there. Nearly, but not quite. "Let me think about it," he murmured as he broke the kiss, letting his lips drift down the side of her neck. "How about this?" he whispered, sliding 'down' one level of telekinetic perception, letting his power dance along her nerve endings.

She gave a strangled gasp, but then her vision glazed over slightly. It was like her body was on fire, but in the best possible way. #E-evil,# she agreed, her voice having completely vanished with the exception of some faint whimpers that managed to get out. Turning her head, and shivered at the action, she reached up and bit at his ear, hands starting to wander again. #Bot' evil...#

#I could do this from across the room, you know,# he sent, shivering a little as her hands roamed over his body. Her presence on the link was almost glowing. So unusual... so beautiful. #Can you imagine?# he went on, increasing his efforts a little, knowing he was walking a very thin line here between pleasure and pain. #You're sitting at a conference, listening to some self-absorbed talking head enjoying the sound of their own voice.# His mind insisted upon supplying Pym as the talking head, and he bit back a chuckle, nipping at her shoulder. #Then, out of nowhere, you feel this--# A little more, just the tiniest bit more pressure, and the link caught fire.

A cry, on both the link and outloud, came from Moira as her world started to go white. A little more and she'd be gone. Whimpering, she reached up to that sensitive spot on the back of his neck and ran her fingernails down it, sharply. #Ye-ye win, ye're more evil. *Nathan*...# With the knowledge that he was teasing on her purpose and remembering that projecting had worked oh so well before...

Amid all the pleasurable explosions going off in her head, she managed to send across a rather...vivid description of what she wanted and she felt herself flush as she did it. She'd never been that bold...but the sudden growl from Nathan seemed like a good sign...

The sudden pressure on her hips made her eyes widen slightly and she yelped as Nathan rolled them over. With some effort, she braced her hands on his chest and tried to steady herself. The smirk on his face made her grin and she scooted down slightly, running her nails lightly over his ribs as she nuzzled and nipped slightly at his neck and shoulders.

His head was spinning a little, and he blinked up at her as she tossed her hair over her shoulder, giving him a look that could only be called smouldering. How she could have ever thought she was anything less than stunning he would never understand, he thought a bit dazedly, then couldn't stifle a groan as she slid down onto him in one fluid motion, gasping aloud, her nails biting into his skin as she braced herself.

The link was blazing brightly and Moira whimpered, staying still for a moment. It was like drowning in a very good way. Her eyes opened and she locked gazes with Nathan, who seemed to have lost the ability to breath. His hands were warm on her hips but she hesitated and then mentally reached forward. It was like sliding through warm, soft water and a shiver ran through her. She had barely touched the link when she felt a return touch from Nathan and then the link, and their world, burst into bright colors and sounds.

It all got rather confused after that.

Some indeterminate amount of time later, Nathan glanced at the clock radio and snorted with laughter. "Missing time," he muttered cheerfully, playing with Moira's hair. She was sprawled against his chest, almost bonelessly, and he could certainly sympathize. Getting up was definitely out of the question. "Could get used to losing chunks of the day this way..."

Moira raised a hand and then let it flop back down. "Ye an' me bot'," she muttered into his chest. "One 'ell o' a way ta get rid o' stress." Laughing, she turned her head to look up at him. "I'm suddenly rather pleased th' rooms are near sound proof..."

"Privacy is a good thing," Nathan pronounced, waving one hand in a gesture that was supposed to be grand. He ruined the whole effect with a wide yawn, and flushed a little as Moira raised an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, okay, so you're wearing me out."

The smug look on her face didn't act like it would be going anywhere any time soon. "O', am I? So sorry." Giggling, she ran her fingers up his rib cage, grinning evilly as he ineffectiually tried to swat her away from his ticklish spots.

"What happened - ack! - to all this - Moira, stop that, or so help me... - concern for me not exerting myself?" He finally managed to grab her wrists, and turning over, pinned her to the bed, grinning down at her as she yelped, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at him. "You fight dirty," he accused her quite sincerely.

"An' ye're th' one who taught me 'ow," she reminded him, frowning slightly as she tugged at her hands lightly. "So do ye. Meanie." Moira couldn't help but laugh at the look he gave her. "An' as fer exertin' yerself...well, ye proved ta well enough tha' yer nay in danger from tha'." The look she gave him was a sly one.

"I suppose I did, didn't I?" Nathan said after a moment, shifting around to take his weight off her and relaxing back against the bed. She nestled back against his chest, making a contented noise, and he wrapped his arms around her. "You are... amazing, you know that?" he said after a moment, a little awkwardly but sincerely. "Just... in every way. Amazing. And I sound like an idiot."

"Nay ye dinnae," she murmured, a little shyly. Lifting her head, which took a bit more effort than she had realized it would, she reached up to give him a quick kiss. "Yer bloody amazin' yerself but wha' brought tha' on?"

He met her curious gaze for a long moment, trying to find the words. But they wouldn't come. There was no way to describe to her just how she made him feel. Instead, he reached down and took her hand - hardly necessary, with how wide-open the link was - and projected a series of images, of impressions. Stepping off the edge of a precipice, but soaring instead of plummeting. The sun rising in a rush, light blazing across a bleak wasteland and annihilating every trace of shadows. The warmth and freshness of the air on a spring day as winter began to retreat.

"Amazing," he said softly, smiling. "Come to think of it, I think that says it all."

Murmuring, not words because there were none to sum up what she wanted to say, she reached up and kissed him tenderly. Her eyes were burning mysteriously and Moira ignored that by sending an image back to him. Warm blankets by a fire, all wrapped up. Safety, comfort, warmth. Love. With a soft smile, she broke the kiss and rubbed her nose against his briefly, giving him a cute look.

"Aye, I'd say amazin' covered ye quite nicely as well."

Nathan's arms tightened around her almost involuntarily and he took a deep, shuddering breath, the force of his sudden realization shaking him physically. "I want this," he said very softly, and it wasn't nearly as hard to say the words aloud as he had expected it to be. All of the guilt and fear was still there, seething away deep inside him, but it was nothing compared to what was here, right now, between the two of them. Less than nothing. "I don't want to let you go. Ever."

Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly. Moira didn't feel even remotely embarrassed about having to blink back sudden tears and she buried her head in the crook of his neck. "Nay goin' anywhere," she whispered against his neck. "God, I want this as well. We'll 'old on ta each other until th' world goes ta 'ell, love, promise."

There were some thoughts darkened with fear on the other side of the link but she paid them no mind. The steps were just as important as the end of the journey, she knew and she drew in a shuddering breath to steady herself.

Nathan closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of her, reveling in her closeness. You had to take the first step off the edge to be able to fly, he told himself, that image lingering in his mind. That first moment would always feel like falling. When had he forgotten that?

Relaxing against him, Moira lazily ran a hand up and down his arm, trying to put her thoughts back together. Not that she was terribly bothered by the happy scattered thoughts but still...

"Love ye," she murmured, pressing a kiss against his neck. A sudden thought occurred to her and she couldn't help a girlish giggle as she grinned.

"Uh-oh," Nathan murmured. "What did I do?"

"I'm bein' silly an' girly," she replied, happily but a little embarrassed. "In yer reponse ta me e-mail, first time ye, well, actually *used* th' word 'boyfriend'." A sheepish shrug followed.

Nathan laughed. "Did I?" He shook his head slowly, grinning up at the ceiling. "Sounds a little too high-school-like, in retrospect. Can I be your... I don't know, pet mercenary or something instead?"

With a smack to the shoulder, Moira shook her head, laughing. "'ow 'bout Cabana mercenary?" she asked impishly.

"I can just hear you now. 'I had to pay for his services, and boy, did I pay...'"

Snickering, she responded with a poke to the ribs. "An' th' grin tha'll be on me face when I say tha'..."

"But seriously, you don't ever need to pay me. You know I would overthrow Third World countries for you, right?" Nathan said, grinning. "For free."

"For free? Why, Nathan, I'm *touched*. I've always *wanted* a Third World country o' me verra own!" With a faked squeal of delight, she wrapped her arms more firmly around his neck and then lost herself in a complete gigglefit.

"I can definitely imagine you as a benevolent dictator," Nathan said, letting his hands roam down her body again, almost teasingly. "Or a theocrat. There would be laws regarding the wearing of ceremonial kilts and the proper preparation of the Sacred Coffee--"

"But God forbide they mess up th' coffee," she muttered, shivering and wiggling a little from the light touches. The sudden image of Nathan in a kilt popped up in her mind and her eyebrows raised slightly in amusement.

"Don't even think it," Nathan said with a snort.