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xp_logs2004-07-23 07:36 pm
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Nathan and Moira, Friday evening
Nathan's fiendish plan? Building a fort. He and Moira enjoy the lack-of-Bella, discuss the feasibility of pitching a tent in the backyard for a couple of nights, and just basically revel in each other's company.
"You're still laughing," Nathan said mock-reprovingly, bending over Moira with a helpless grin. Sprawled on the piles of pillows, she was still giggling, even though it was a good ten minutes since she'd come back to their suite and found his little surprise. "You'd think no one had ever made you a fort before. Although it's more like a tent," he mused, looking up at the 'ceiling' he'd carefully constructed from bedsheets. Some rearranging of the furniture in the bedroom had been necessary, of course. But he had been making makeshift shelters in far more appalling conditions for years now. This hadn't been hard at all. "I was going for the Arabian Nights ambiance," he supplied helpfully, bending and kissing her neck.
"Me da used ta," Moira replied, small giggles coming at the end of her words as she looped an arm around Nathan's neck. "But nay in *years*. O' Lord..." Another bout of laughter left her useless for a few more minutes, though when she finally slowed down, Nathan's pout didn't help matters. "But, aye, I like th' tent ye made me...verra unexpectedly..."
"I was all inspired." He chuckled wickedly, turning his attention back to her neck. He really, really liked her neck. Especially the way she shivered when he hit that particular spot... yep, that one. #I had the kids reading some more Sufi poetry this afternoon. Half of them were looking bored. The other half were making starry eyes at the half that was looking bored...#
"Inspired is good...verra good." Sighing, she relaxed against the pillows as he nuzzled against her neck. An image popped up of another time, in the mountains that involved pillows. "...sure ye dinnae plan this?" Moira asked, enjoying the memory.
Nathan laughed again, drawing back a bit. "Would I do that?" he inquired innocently, loving the carefree, happy way she was gazing up at him. "And that memory I just caught across the link... we can definitely go with that thought if you want." He tugged playfully at the waist of her shorts. "Although if I recall correctly, you were wearing substantially less. Just a necklace, actually?"
"I was wearin' a wee bit more before 'and," Moira reminded him, teasing, but warmed at that memory. Raising a bit on her elbows, she leaned over to kiss him, still grinning at the memories.
"So is that a yes, you'll let me ravish you in my fort--uh, tent?" he asked, giving her his very best puppy-dog eyes. "Bella's staying with Miles tonight. We can be every bit as loud as we want."
"Sneak, ye were plannin' this. Nay tha' I'm nay completely delighted by it." Leaning closer, she arched an eyebrow. "...fine, I'll let ye ravish me in yer tent...twist me arm, why dinnae ye?"
"No twisting arms," Nathan said happily, and quite deliberately pounced, grinning madly as she gave a yelp of surprise that turned almost immediately into giggles again. "Tearing off of clothes, yes. Making you make lots of really fun noises, yes."
"I'm surprised any o' me clothin' survives ye." She squeaked as the tent rattled slightly and then laughed again as Nathan took advantage of her being distracted to attack the silk tank top.
"Mmm... and whose fault is that, Lady Kinross?" Hot weather was a good thing, he concluded, because it meant that Moira was wearing a very minimal amount of clothing.
***
"I think," Nathan said, staring up at the roof of the 'tent', "that I've forgotten which way is out." He grinned a bit foolishly as Moira made a noise that sounded almost like a purr and wrapped herself around him a little more tightly. "You don't mind if we stay in here forever, do you?"
"Sounds perfect." The reply was tired but content as she yawned. "Mmm...we knocked part o' th' tent down."
"Yes, well, no one ever accused us of having a sedentary sex life," Nathan said, mock-solemnly.
She snickered and pulled herself up a little so she could rest her head on his shoulder, edges of the tent following. "But we're old people, we cannae 'ave an active sex life!" Moira paused. "Tha' was a rather scarily good imitation o' some o' th' kids, remind me never ta do tha' again."
Nathan waved a hand loftily. "They know not of what they speak," he said primly. "Not that I ever want that to change, mind you..." Moira giggled, shifting a little so that she could lay her head on his chest. "I'm sure they'd find it highly weird that we like tents."
At that, a surge of giggles escaped her and she couldn't talk for a little bit. "They'd *never* want ta go campin' wit' us if they found out," she managed after a minute.
"Feh. I wouldn't want to take them camping anyway," Nathan said dismissively, still smiling. "Can you imagine the bitching and complaining about leaky tents and having to cook their own food..."
"But it'd be so much fun!" Moira protested, grinning up at him. "Except for th' bugs part."
"Hey, I didn't say we couldn't go off by ourselves, did I?" He moved a little to one side, into a more comfortable position on the pillows. Moira grumbled a bit but followed him, draping herself over his chest again.
"Wiggleworm," she teased, trying to weigh him down with her body weight. Though, really, she knew it wouldn't have done much good. "Ooo, campin' trip...jus' th' two o' us...an' a tent..."
"We could always pitch a tent somewhere on the grounds for a night or two," Nathan suggested, not entirely facetiously. "Can't you just imagine the kids' reactions to that...'They'd rather sleep outside than in the same house with us!'"
"...now there's an idea..."
"Nice, big tent," Nathan said thoughtfully, playing with her hair. "Great big air mattress, lots of blankets." He grinned. "Food to keep up our stamina..."
"Lots an' lots o' food?" she asked, smiling as she relaxed even more.
"'Dear kids,'" Nathan started whimsically. "'Off to the backyard to have lots of sex. If the tent's a-rocking, don't come a-knocking. Love, Nate and Moira.'"
"Nathan...!" Moira lost it, rolling off his chest to laugh hysterically on the floor.
"Be honest," he said mischievously, propping himself up on an elbow and watching her. "It would be so worth it."
"Evil!"
"Oh, I know. Still, you wouldn't have me any other way, would you?"
"O' course nay. Even if ye are evil, yer still cute." Grinning, she tugged him back down so she could curl back up against him.
Nathan made a contented noise as she laid her head on his shoulder again. Not that he didn't wholeheartedly enjoy the sex - he liked to think he was making up for seven years of near celibacy, after all - but in a lot of ways this was even better. The fact that she chose to be here with him, in as about a vulnerable a position as it was possible to be, and yet could be so relaxed, so trusting... it eased something in him, a hurt so old it was almost subconscious.
Opening her eyes, she leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. Some of his thoughts were coming over the link and she smiled at him. "I guess th' feelin's mutual, love, all thin's considerin'. Glad ye decide ta be 'ere ta."
The link felt like morning sunlight at the moment, he thought whimsically, then wrapped his arms more tightly around her and just basked in the warmth.
"You're still laughing," Nathan said mock-reprovingly, bending over Moira with a helpless grin. Sprawled on the piles of pillows, she was still giggling, even though it was a good ten minutes since she'd come back to their suite and found his little surprise. "You'd think no one had ever made you a fort before. Although it's more like a tent," he mused, looking up at the 'ceiling' he'd carefully constructed from bedsheets. Some rearranging of the furniture in the bedroom had been necessary, of course. But he had been making makeshift shelters in far more appalling conditions for years now. This hadn't been hard at all. "I was going for the Arabian Nights ambiance," he supplied helpfully, bending and kissing her neck.
"Me da used ta," Moira replied, small giggles coming at the end of her words as she looped an arm around Nathan's neck. "But nay in *years*. O' Lord..." Another bout of laughter left her useless for a few more minutes, though when she finally slowed down, Nathan's pout didn't help matters. "But, aye, I like th' tent ye made me...verra unexpectedly..."
"I was all inspired." He chuckled wickedly, turning his attention back to her neck. He really, really liked her neck. Especially the way she shivered when he hit that particular spot... yep, that one. #I had the kids reading some more Sufi poetry this afternoon. Half of them were looking bored. The other half were making starry eyes at the half that was looking bored...#
"Inspired is good...verra good." Sighing, she relaxed against the pillows as he nuzzled against her neck. An image popped up of another time, in the mountains that involved pillows. "...sure ye dinnae plan this?" Moira asked, enjoying the memory.
Nathan laughed again, drawing back a bit. "Would I do that?" he inquired innocently, loving the carefree, happy way she was gazing up at him. "And that memory I just caught across the link... we can definitely go with that thought if you want." He tugged playfully at the waist of her shorts. "Although if I recall correctly, you were wearing substantially less. Just a necklace, actually?"
"I was wearin' a wee bit more before 'and," Moira reminded him, teasing, but warmed at that memory. Raising a bit on her elbows, she leaned over to kiss him, still grinning at the memories.
"So is that a yes, you'll let me ravish you in my fort--uh, tent?" he asked, giving her his very best puppy-dog eyes. "Bella's staying with Miles tonight. We can be every bit as loud as we want."
"Sneak, ye were plannin' this. Nay tha' I'm nay completely delighted by it." Leaning closer, she arched an eyebrow. "...fine, I'll let ye ravish me in yer tent...twist me arm, why dinnae ye?"
"No twisting arms," Nathan said happily, and quite deliberately pounced, grinning madly as she gave a yelp of surprise that turned almost immediately into giggles again. "Tearing off of clothes, yes. Making you make lots of really fun noises, yes."
"I'm surprised any o' me clothin' survives ye." She squeaked as the tent rattled slightly and then laughed again as Nathan took advantage of her being distracted to attack the silk tank top.
"Mmm... and whose fault is that, Lady Kinross?" Hot weather was a good thing, he concluded, because it meant that Moira was wearing a very minimal amount of clothing.
***
"I think," Nathan said, staring up at the roof of the 'tent', "that I've forgotten which way is out." He grinned a bit foolishly as Moira made a noise that sounded almost like a purr and wrapped herself around him a little more tightly. "You don't mind if we stay in here forever, do you?"
"Sounds perfect." The reply was tired but content as she yawned. "Mmm...we knocked part o' th' tent down."
"Yes, well, no one ever accused us of having a sedentary sex life," Nathan said, mock-solemnly.
She snickered and pulled herself up a little so she could rest her head on his shoulder, edges of the tent following. "But we're old people, we cannae 'ave an active sex life!" Moira paused. "Tha' was a rather scarily good imitation o' some o' th' kids, remind me never ta do tha' again."
Nathan waved a hand loftily. "They know not of what they speak," he said primly. "Not that I ever want that to change, mind you..." Moira giggled, shifting a little so that she could lay her head on his chest. "I'm sure they'd find it highly weird that we like tents."
At that, a surge of giggles escaped her and she couldn't talk for a little bit. "They'd *never* want ta go campin' wit' us if they found out," she managed after a minute.
"Feh. I wouldn't want to take them camping anyway," Nathan said dismissively, still smiling. "Can you imagine the bitching and complaining about leaky tents and having to cook their own food..."
"But it'd be so much fun!" Moira protested, grinning up at him. "Except for th' bugs part."
"Hey, I didn't say we couldn't go off by ourselves, did I?" He moved a little to one side, into a more comfortable position on the pillows. Moira grumbled a bit but followed him, draping herself over his chest again.
"Wiggleworm," she teased, trying to weigh him down with her body weight. Though, really, she knew it wouldn't have done much good. "Ooo, campin' trip...jus' th' two o' us...an' a tent..."
"We could always pitch a tent somewhere on the grounds for a night or two," Nathan suggested, not entirely facetiously. "Can't you just imagine the kids' reactions to that...'They'd rather sleep outside than in the same house with us!'"
"...now there's an idea..."
"Nice, big tent," Nathan said thoughtfully, playing with her hair. "Great big air mattress, lots of blankets." He grinned. "Food to keep up our stamina..."
"Lots an' lots o' food?" she asked, smiling as she relaxed even more.
"'Dear kids,'" Nathan started whimsically. "'Off to the backyard to have lots of sex. If the tent's a-rocking, don't come a-knocking. Love, Nate and Moira.'"
"Nathan...!" Moira lost it, rolling off his chest to laugh hysterically on the floor.
"Be honest," he said mischievously, propping himself up on an elbow and watching her. "It would be so worth it."
"Evil!"
"Oh, I know. Still, you wouldn't have me any other way, would you?"
"O' course nay. Even if ye are evil, yer still cute." Grinning, she tugged him back down so she could curl back up against him.
Nathan made a contented noise as she laid her head on his shoulder again. Not that he didn't wholeheartedly enjoy the sex - he liked to think he was making up for seven years of near celibacy, after all - but in a lot of ways this was even better. The fact that she chose to be here with him, in as about a vulnerable a position as it was possible to be, and yet could be so relaxed, so trusting... it eased something in him, a hurt so old it was almost subconscious.
Opening her eyes, she leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. Some of his thoughts were coming over the link and she smiled at him. "I guess th' feelin's mutual, love, all thin's considerin'. Glad ye decide ta be 'ere ta."
The link felt like morning sunlight at the moment, he thought whimsically, then wrapped his arms more tightly around her and just basked in the warmth.
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