Nathan and Moira, Sunday night

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When Moira arrives back in their suite, Nathan wakes up to discover that the nap he was going to take after his visit with Paul that morning turned into him sleeping the day away. He and Moira talk a little bit about the girls and Manuel, and how his head is feeling tonight. Then Nathan decides they have better things they could be doing with their time.



A weight came down on the bed beside him, and Nathan opened his eyes, blinking at the sight of red hair poking out from underneath a pillow. "No smothering yourself," he muttered, reaching out and pulling the pillow away. "Like it better when you're all breathing and stuff..."

"Meanie," Moira grumped, sprawling on the bed nonetheless. "Been goin' nonstop all bloody day."

All day? Nathan blinked, turning over onto his back and looking up at the ceiling. Which actually decided to come into focus. Huh. Nice change. "What time is it?" he asked a bit uncertainly.

"Late?" she guessed. "Actually, I 'ave nay idea, me watch isnae on. But 'tis dark outside, tha' much I know. Does tha' 'elp any?" She glanced at him. "Been sleepin' lon', I take it?"

He stared up at the ceiling blankly. "Moira... it wasn't even noon when I came up here."

"Ye needed th' sleep?"

"I suppose," he said, uncertainly again, and then shifted back over onto his side, wincing at the pain in his head as he tried to focus on her face. "Are they okay?"

"Well, Amanda's all bruised up, Jubilee took off an' they've sent someone after 'er, nay sure who." Moira tried to focus. "An' I let Paige loose wit' sugar an' a nerf gun earlier."

"Jubilee took off?" Nathan sighed, rubbing his eyes with one hand. "Fuck. I can't believe any of this... I felt it, but Paul decided I needed to stay put and not get in the middle of it."

"I know, I thanked 'im for stoppin' ye," she responded, rolling over onto her side so she could look at him. "'Tis a bloody mess, Nathan."

He gave her a pained look. "I know. I felt it... and that was just the explosion. Picking up the pieces..." He sighed harshly. "I could throttle Manuel."

"They're _all_ at fault," Moira reminded him sharply before relaxing. "Everyone messed up in this an' no one's completely innocent in this entire thin'."

"I know that," he muttered, his voice a bit sharp, too. "More than enough blame to go around. But he's got a higher standard of responsibility here... he can't say he didn't see the emotional minefields involved. He just didn't care to understand them, or God forbid, avoid them." He swallowed, then sat up, ignoring the way the room lurched and spun around him. "I didn't do what Charles wanted me to do, with him. I'm wondering now if we actually made any progress at all."

"Ye did as much as was possible, given everythin' tha' 'appened ta ye," she pointed out. "Is 'e at fault? Aye, same as Amanda an' Jubilee. We need ta stay out o' it as much as we can, Nathan." Moira smiled at the look he shoot her. "We are ta attached ta Amanda ta be partil an' ye know this. We need ta take a step back an' let Charles 'andle it an' wait until th' situation settles down."

"I have to see her, though," Nathan said heavily. "Just to... well, to give her a damned hug or something and tell her I love her."

"Aye, do tha' an' keep doin' tha'. She's goin' ta need all th' 'elp she can get. We jus' need ta be outside o' th' process o' whatever 'appens."

Nathan rubbed his hands over his face for a moment, taking a deep, unsteady breath. His head was still killing him, but then, if he'd been asleep for all this time, the painkillers he'd taken when he'd come upstairs would probably have worn off. Getting up, he shuffled over to the dresser, where he'd left the bottle, and shook two of them out into his hand.

"Feelin' any better at all?" she asked, sitting up to watch him take the medicine.

"Well, I can think," he said wearily, "and walk, which is a definite improvement. I still want a new head, though, and no one's been forthcoming." He came back over and sat down on the bed, picking up the glass of water on the nightstand and taking a swallow to wash down the pills. "I think it is getting better, though," he said stubbornly.

"I like yer 'ead," Moira said, scooting over to snuggle over against his back. "Good, I'm glad. It'll be a while before ye're 100% but better is good."

No, not really wanting to have the 'Slow and steady wins the race, Nathan' conversation. Nathan shifted around, sliding an arm around her and ignored the faint squeak as he pushed her back against the bed. "Screw the whole convalescing crap," he murmured, almost fiercely, and leaned down to kiss her.

She left out another muffled squeak, completely taken by surprised. Blinking, Moira relaxed after a second and returned the kiss. After a while, when Nathan lifted his head slightly, she arched an eyebrow at him and grinned. "Wha' was tha' for?"

"I slept all day and I'm amorous?" He kissed her again, on the neck this time, and she sighed, shivering. "And we haven't done nearly enough of this lately," he murmured vehemently.

When he talked, it tickled her neck and Moira giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Ta many bloody thin's get in th' way," she agreed, tracing the muscles in his back gently.

"No TK," he said, half-mournfully, half in aggravation. "However will I manage..."

"Awww, 'ave ta do thin's th' old fashioned way," she murmured, nipping at his neck while she snickered at him.

Old fashioned way. Fair enough. "Ever tell you how glad I am," he said, breathing a bit hard already, "that you don't go in for clothes with lots of pesky buttons and snaps and zippers..."

"Thank God for me taste in clothes." Nuzzling a little harder, she ran her nails down his back. "So...where shall we start?"

He was perfectly happy to demonstrate, although it did involve getting off the bed and tugging her along with him, given that it was a whole lot hard to remove clothes lying down without the TK. Monogamy was a good thing, he told himself fiercely, pulling her shirt over her head and then bending his head to kiss her shoulder. How anyone could ever be linked mind-to-mind with a person they loved and not be complete, content, utterly fulfilled by that...

Moira shivered but managed to stop long enough to poke him in the ribs. "Knock tha' off," she murmured before deciding that kissing him would distract him completely and utterly. Soon, clothes weren't a problem anymore and she found herself back on the bed with Nathan doing interesting things to interesting places.

Missing the TK, definitely missing the TK... but he was creative, yes, very creative, and the noises she was making were certainly testament to the fact that he was creative in the good way. "Not eating enough," he murmured as he moved up her body, his hand sliding over her ribs. "Keep you locked up or something until you take care of yourself..."

"Look who's talkin'," she grated out, shivering when he found a sensitive spot. "Nathan..." Tugging up, she reached up and kissed him solidly, moving against him and grinned when she heard that familiar growl. Not was in a mood to be teased, it seemed.

Not in the mood for teasing, not in the mood for... well, anything but this at the moment, really. And some of it had to be her, because there was a reckless sparkle on the link that he knew wasn't coming from him. He wanted to lose himself in her. She was daring him to do just that.

Moira gasped as the link suddenly opened up, if not to the strength it was before than certainly very close, as he moved against her. Nathan kissed her again before he moved slightly, and she shuddered from the sensations--physical and mental.

#Never,# he thought across the link, ignoring the flash of pain as he pushed his words down the link. She gasped again, her nails biting into his back. #Never anyone else. Only this. Only you.# He could feel her shaking beneath him as he moved, that bone-deep self-control she struggled to hold onto even at moments like this disintegrating.

Words completely left her as the link lit up in her mind and her control completely gave. She let it and rode the wave, shuddering.

Later, quite a bit later, he laid there beside her, playing idly with her sweat-damp hair. "You still look a little glassy-eyed," he murmured. The link was still almost too bright in his mind, almost painfully so.

"Seein' stars," she said, cheerfully if a little fuzzy. "...'tis back, th' link I mean, or almost there..."

"Stars? Damn, I'm good," he said with a certain groggy glee.

Snickering, Moira reached over and meant to hit him but, really, she was far too tired and just flopped her hand on his chest. "Aye, ye are."

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Eee. So CUTE. Rar. Paul approves. *nodnods* Good for his friend. :)