Moira and Nathan

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Moira watches Nathan pack while he tries to calm her worries. He figures out a good way too.



Moira watched Nathan quietly as he packed a black duffel bag that she hadn't seen before. She glanced over at him and then back to the research paper in her hand before sighing and setting aside to watch him fully. There was no way she'd be able to concentrate on work, not with him about to go off and do God knows what with Mistra potentially being behind something.

He could feel her watching him, worrying. "I'll be back tomorrow afternoon," he said quietly, stashing the birthday present from Dom beneath a change of clothes. "Hopefully with something useful." He straightened, turning and giving her a slightly frayed smile. "Watch, 'M' will turn out to be my fairy godmother."

"Wit' an M16," Moira muttered, fiddling with the pencil she'd stuck behind her ear and forgotten all about. "I'm goin' t' worry, Nathan, I dinnae think even ye can talk me out o' tha' an' ye can talk me out o' a lot o' thin's."

"Worry about Muir, then," Nathan suggested, coming over and standing behind her chair, laying his hands on her shoulders and rubbing at the tense muscles there gently. "Not about me. I tend to survive these sort of things largely intact, you know. I would say I had luck on my side, but then you would probably feel obligated to smack me on Dom's behalf."

With a soft sigh, Moira dropped her head and made a happy noise as Nathan worked on her shoulders. "Nathan, I'll *always* worry 'bout ye, remember? I'll jus' 'ave a few more thin's ta worry 'bout this weekend than most. An' I would smack ye but tha' means ye'd stop wha' yer doin' an' it feels t' good.

"I promise I'll be careful. More than usual, I mean." He bent slightly and kissed the top of her head. "I have something to come home to these days. Major motivation."

When she lifted her head back and tilted it further to look up at him, there was a gentle, pleased smile on her face. "Ye know charmin' me works, cheater," Moira teased, some of the humor creeping back in. "Still goin' ta grumble slightly 'bout th' empty bed but tha's jus' me bein' all girly an' stupid."

Nathan grinned. "And very flattering, actually." He came around the side of the chair, bending farther to kiss her again, on the lips this time, and more seriously. She made an appreciative noise, and before he knew it her arms were twined around his neck, quite firmly. "Moira," he murmured, breaking the kiss, but only to trail another along the line of her jaw. "I can't leave the room... while you've got me in a chokehold, you realize."

Moira giggled slightly and tilted her head back to let him get to her ear. "I know," she murmured, grinning a little bit, not feeling the least bit guilty for it. A shiver ran through her when he nuzzled the spot behind her ear. "So maybe I'm bein' a wee bit evil..." The look she gave him was smug but teasing as she sent a few suggestions along the link.

"I bet I can make you forget to worry," he said with a straight face, starting in the direction of the bedroom. "For the next little while, at least."

"O', I think I'll take ye up on tha' bet," Moira said, grinning as she let Nathan drag her out of the chair as he walked towards the bedroom. "...an' knowin' ye, ye'll win."