xp_logs | Moira and Nathan

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Moira finds Nathan a bit out of it and manages to shake him from it. They talk about furthering his training with the TK as well as the telepathy. And than Nathan gets, well, frisky. R.

Moira nudged the door open, cup of coffee held up to her mouth and a thick textbook in her other hand. She read as she walked through, skimmed really, and snorted. This book was complete and utter rubbish, she decided, kicking the door closed behind her. To start off with, the horrendous spelling mistakes, on top of just generally bad writing. Plus, the author had decided to toss in a couple of his own theories in the mix.

"Nathan, maybe ye were right about text books," Moira called out, snapping shut the one in her hand. With a sigh, she tossed it onto the couch as she headed into the bedroom. Nathan was on the bed, reading through more material for his classes. She blinked. He was very still, she noted. "Nathan?"

Dimly, he heard the buzz of someone's voice, but his inner world had an iron grip on the vast majority of his attention. The waves were crashing against the beach enthusiastically, almost joyfully, and every time he looked up at the starry sky, he felt as though he were falling upwards, into it.

Quickly, Moira set the coffee cup on the nightstand and sat on the bed next to him. She reached out to touch his shoulder right as she touched the link. The link was odd feeling and her eyes swam as a myriad of feelings washed over it that she couldn't identify. #Nathan?# Moira shook her head and tried to clear it. This was weird.

Nathan shivered, feeling the hand on his shoulder and the tentative touch on the link. It was enough to break his concentration on his mindscape, and he blinked at Moira, a bit bemused by how worried she looked. "Hi," he said lightly.

"'ey, yerself," she replied, frowning at him. "Wha' 'appened?"

"What do you mean?"

An eyebrow rose slightly. "Th' whol nay answerin', thousand yard stare. Th' link bein' all...weird. Verra weird."

"Oh," Nathan said thoughtfully, tilting his head as he contemplated the problem. "Having some trouble concentrating," he admitted, then gave her a vaguely embarrassed smile. "Keep letting people sneak up on me, or walking into rooms and not realizing I'm not alone. Not used to that."

"Ye goin' ta be okay?" Moira asked softly, shifting her hand from his shoulder to cover his hand. "Jus' gettin' used ta everythin' in yer 'ead, I assume? I 'ope."

He squeezed her hand, smiling a little more naturally. "Only been a couple of days. Give me two weeks. If I'm still spacing out, then there's a problem."

It was her turn to look slightly sheepish. "I know. I'm jus' worried. I'm especially worried tha' if ye blank out an' I touch th' link, I'll do somethin' 'armful." Moira shrugged a little, embarrassed. "Trouble wit' bein' 'eadblind, I dinnae know."

"You're doing fine," Nathan said reassuringly. "You pulled me back a minute ago. I think this is going to be a lot easier on me, with you to ground me."

She smiled and relaxed a bit. "O', good. Glad I'm still able t' ground ye." She thought for a second. "Probably easier now tha' th' link seems ta be--more open. I really dinnae think tha' was possible..."

"I'm not sure what happened," Nathan said quizzically, feeling along the link as he spoke. There was definitely a change there, a deepening if nothing else. "The... shock might have blasted it open." He gave her a guilty look. "I really thought me being in the psi-shielded room would protect you. But no, I knock you out and cause an earthquake. The Box was not all that it's cracked up to be."

Moira shivered a little at the inquisitive touches on the link and then snuggled up to him. "Nathan, yer nay exactly wha' th' box was built t' deal wit', ye know. An' dinnae feel guilty 'bout knockin' me out. It wasnae really for all tha' lon' an', besides, Leonard got ta play 'ero for a wee bit."

Nathan chuckled, making himself push the lingering guilt away firmly. No one had been hurt, that was the important thing. "I went down there and took a look today," he said. "To the Box, I mean. I did the glass thing again."

"O' dear," Moira murmured, imagining that with a look of amazement on her face. "Tha's goin' ta take some repair work. 'Tis interestin' t' watch, though. Wish I 'adnae see it like tha' th' way it 'appened th' first time around."

"I wonder why glass," Nathan murmured as she leaned her head against his shoulder. "Seems to happen when I'm working at an instinctive level... I really need to be drilling more, seeing just how much farther I can push my telekinesis."

"I can always start workin' wit' ye again," she reminded him, remembering the first time they had met and all the exercises she had made him go through. Relearning to use one's powers because of something foreign, not a happy way to go about it. "I've got seven more years o' knowledge, now."

"I'm still going to work with Charles on my telepathy," he told her. "May as well be pushing the limits of my telekinesis, too." He snorted softly. "Although if I start manipulating on the subatomic level, that's going to be a little scary."

"A wee scary? Try a lot." Moira smiled up at him. "But never 'urts ta see were ye can take it. Besides, means I get t' push ye around again." Smirking, she reached over quickly and poked him in the ribs.

Nathan snickered - he couldn't help himself - and then rolled them over, pinning her to the bed as he levitated his books and papers safely away to the desk. "You like pushing me around far too much," he said wickedly, bending his head and kissing the base of her throat.

Moira wasn't even able to let out a surprised yelp as the room suddenly spun. She shivered, though, at the kiss. "O', like ye dinnae enjoy pushin' me around," she managed to get out, grinning up at him as he lifted his head. In the tumble, her hair had gotten in her face and she blew a lock out of her eyes.

"I'm a bully," he agreed happily, leaning back on an elbow so that he could get at the buttons of her shirt. "Loving life at the moment, too. So, I think ravishing a beautiful redhead's in order."

Laughing, she reached up to run her fingers down his neck lightly and grinned at the goose bumps she made. "Do ye now?" Moira responded. "Good thin' for ye this red'ead wants t' be ravished..."

"This redhead is wearing... " Nathan got her shirt open, bending his head again to nuzzle at her stomach. "... entirely too much clothing."

A small giggle escaped as she jumped at the sensation. "I'm nay th' th' only one," Moira pointed out, running her hands down his shoulders softly. She sighed as he kissed her stomach again, that was oddly relaxing she thought.

The contentment coming across the link was nice, Nathan thought dimly, but he didn't want her to relax that much. Not quite yet, in any case. "Let's see what we can do about that," he murmured, moving back and pulling her up with him. He was getting quite good at this, he congratulated himself as he managed to solve the problem without either of them having to get off the bed. Of course, it helped that Moira was a big advocate of simple-but-elegant when it came to clothing, and that he'd been wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

"Tha' was entertainin'," Moira murmured, wrapping her arms around Nathan's neck as she nuzzled at his ear for a moment. She couldn't help but grin at the smug look he shot her. With a happy sigh, she snuggled closer and kissed at his neck. They both, she mused, had a thing for the neck. Lucky them.

"There's a school of thought," he said as he lowered her back to the bed, "that says it's about trust." He propped himself up on one elbow, using his free hand down the side of her face, the line of her jaw, to her neck. He let his hand rest there at the base of her throat for a moment, smiling as he felt her pulse - elevated a little, of course. "I can't speak for you, but personally, I think you just have a gorgeous neck." He bent over her, claiming her lips in a lingering, hungry kiss, and smiled inwardly as she pushed upwards against him eagerly.

Moira purred a little into the kiss and tugged him further down. She was slightly flushed, from the touches and the compliments and she couldn't help but smile a little when he broke the kiss. "Ye say th' nicest thin's..." Her breath caught in her throat when Nathan's hands started to wander a little and she couldn't help but follow suit. A smug grin flittered across her face when she heard his own breath catch as she ran her nails down his back gently.

"All true," he said a little breathlessly, feeling as though his nerve endings were tingling. "Love it when you do that..." She laughed softly, and he grinned, resting his hands on her hips and kissing his way down her body, relishing the way she stiffened and gasped as he lingered on some of her more sensitive spots. The link was wide open, and he closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of it as he rubbed his admittedly rather-stubbly cheek against the soft skin of her inner thigh.

The feelings from the link alone already had her shivering but now Moira was shaking from the sensations. She couldn't help a whimper and couldn't help jumping a little when she felt the stubble. There was a reason, she admitted now, that she liked the stubble. Besides making him more sexy. Moira cried out as Nathan moved against her and her eyes started to lose focus on the room.

Sometimes he thought that she was several miles ahead of him in the race to see who had more self-control, Nathan reflected, putting his mouth to better use than talking. Even as she started to shudder, little whimpering noises escaping her throat as her hands tightened in his hair, there was resistance there on the link, as if she couldn't quite bring herself to let go. Not fighting him, but herself, and even with the link wide open he still couldn't quite tell why. She probably didn't know herself. It was something subconscious, something instinctual.

But some instincts were stronger than others. A little more, Nathan thought, maybe a little telekinesis... there. Moira tensed, shuddering more violently and giving a gasp that sounded more like a sob, and Nathan's vision went white as light flashed across the link, blinding, warming him right to the core. He had been prepared, so he regained his equilibrium faster than she did, in time to shift up the bed again and see the hazy look in her eyes, the dreamy smile that played on her lips as she tried to focus on him.

"Mine," he whispered, the muscles in his arms a little shaky as he pushed into her, a little harder than he'd intended. But the noise she made as she arched against him, somewhere between a soft cry and a growl, only encouraged him, and he picked up the pace, harder, faster, a groan escaping him as she raked her nails down his back again, hard enough to draw blood.

The sensations were starting to become overwhelming but this time Moira welcomed it more easily than she had last time. It seemed the link was shining brighter between them with every passing second, every time Nathan moved against her. She gasped as he growled into her ear and dug her fingers harder into his shoulder. When she moved against him, when she found the rhythm he'd set, she felt the link flash again.

#Yers,# Moira sent forcefully, wrapping her legs around his waist as she nibbled on his neck when he wasn't expecting it. #All yers...#

It was as if she pushed her whole self across the link, offered like a gift, and the world narrowed, became nothing but the two of them at the same moment that it seemed to explode in light. For a moment it was almost too much, almost too close... two, they were two, not one, couldn't be one... but then it was his turn to fall over the edge, to topple off the precipice, down into the warm, welcoming darkness.

He came back to himself to the feel of her arms around him, her voice murmuring to him. It was some considerable amount of time before he was able to find his voice. "Damn...woman," Nathan slurred, barely able to lift his head. "Going t'be--the death of me..." But what a way to go.

Moira managed a giggle before her head fell back to the pillow. Nathan hadn't really been able to move much after but she was actually rather comfortable under his weight and warmth. For now, anyway. "Only when yer th' dea' o' me. Ooo, fuzzies..." She giggled again.

Nathan told his muscles very firmly to obey him, and gently eased away, so that his whole weight wasn't resting on her. "Should... make a pact," he muttered a bit dazedly, reaching up and stroking the damp hair back from her face. "Die in bed... together... fifty years from now. Sound good?"

She grumbled a little bit as he shifted but settled for snuggling into him. "Deal," she responded, tucking her head into his neck. "Sounds like one nice way t' go."

Nathan closed his eyes, breathing deeply, smiling at the feel of her nestled against his chest. "I love you so much," he said, the words coming out a bit husky. "So much."

"Love ye, t'," Moira murmured, eyes starting to close slowly. "More'n I can say." Drowsy, she touched the link and shivered as she sent down what she couldn't find the words to say.

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"Should... make a pact," he muttered a bit dazedly, reaching up and stroking the damp hair back from her face. "Die in bed... together... fifty years from now. Sound good?"

*melodramatic sigh*

Rahne's somehow going to be the one who ends up finding them, too, isn't she? ;)

Cute, you two. :)