xp_logs | Moira and Nathan, veryvery late Friday night

Well, what do you think they did after they got home?

The clock on the bedside table said two-thirty AM when he looked at it, and Nathan turned back over in bed to face her, grinning mischievously. "Are we actually going to sleep tonight?" he asked Moira as she beamed at him and snuggled closer. "At all? I mean, not that I'm actually tired... despite how hard you've been trying to wear me out."

Moira snickered and pillowed her head on him. "Do we _want_ ta sleep?" she responded, not feeling tired in the least. "An' yer tryin' yer damnedest ta keep up wit' me, jus' remember tha'."

He laughed aloud. "It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it..."

A giggle escaped and she leaned forward just enough to brush a kiss against his mouth softly. "So verra 'appy," she murmured.

"Me too," he said just as softly, raising a hand to play with her hair as she drew back. "You are so beautiful, you know that?" Inside and out. He was the luckiest man on the face of the earth.

Moira flushed slightly but she couldn't tell if it was from the compliment or just the feeling of happiness that was bouncing back and forth on the link. "An' yer adorable, an' 'andsome. Nay ta mention sneaky."

"I got you," Nathan said, grinning helplessly. "I got you but good. Didn't I?"

"Aye, ye did. Yer goin' ta be mockin' me 'bout it for a good lon' while, aren't ye?"

"Until we're old and gray and poking each other with sticks as we're sitting in our rocking chairs, yes." Still grinning, he shifted, pinning her deftly to the bed. She beamed up at him, and he chuckled as he noticed that there was still something very sparkly on her finger. "So what did the rest of the female population of the mansion think of it? A few of them saw it already..."

"I believe th' opinion was one o' 'eeeee!'," Moira laughed, tugging him down. "An' followed by 'Nathan _made_ tha?!' remarkes. Multiple times. I love it. Love ye." She paused. "We're goin' ta be so damned mushy over th' next few days...years..."

"We're allowed," he said firmly. "We're entitled. Anyone who laughs can just... well. I will glower at them. You just watch." He leaned in and kissed her, then settled down beside her, sliding an arm around her waist. "You know, I actually had people asking me if we'd set a date? Already?"

"Oh Lord. Did ye 'urt them. Even a wee bit?" Moira thought about it. "It wasnae me relatives, was it? Tell me it wasnae Anna."

"No, not Anna." Nathan grinned. "I'll never tell. They meant well." He was quiet for a moment. "Whatever the date... on Muir, right?"

She managed to nod, even with her head in the pillow. "Ach, please, I would love it. Where everythin' started for us...we really dinnae 'ave much else o' a choice."

"It's only right," Nathan said, reaching out and stroking the hair back from her face. "Lady Kinross should get married on the ancestral land and all..."

Moira suddenly stopped to think about something for a second. "Love? Are ye _wanted_ for anythin' in th' UK?" she asked suddenly, blinking at him

Nathan's eyes widened. "Uhh... crap. Not under my own name, I don't think..."

Rolling over into her side, enjoying the fact she was now pressed closely to him, she grinned a little and poked him in the ribs. "Good idea ta find out, aye, Nathan?" she asked, teasing.

"I lose track sometimes," he said meekly. "But seriously, no... certainly no current warrants. Ireland, now that would be another matter entirely..." He shrugged a little. "The UK's too stable a country for my services to be particularly in demand."

"Damn Ireland anyway. Only good thin' tha' came out o' it are me friends." Moira wasn't being serious. If she was, Sean would have Words with her. "Oh, good. Because we are goin' ta be legal, damn it."

"You know," Nathan suggested teasingly, "I could always ask Sean to check for me. About the warrants, I mean..."

Reaching over, she smacked him on the thigh gently. "An' watc' one o' me oldest friends go inta fits? As it is, I'm willin' ta bet smoke is pourin' out 'is 'ears at this." She grinned.

"I promise, I'm not finding that mental image amusing. At all. Really, I'm not."

"Liar."

"Okay, maybe just a little." He shifted over a little and kissed her again. He just couldn't seem to stop. Her arms were suddenly twining around his neck, too, as if she was very determined that he wasn't going to stop.

She giggled against his mouth and when he pulled away, she nuzzled at his neck. "'Tis like a verra nice, never endin' dream."

"I think it's supposed to feel like this," Nathan said, shivering a little. "I mean, I know we'll be back with our feet on the ground before we know it, but I intend to enjoy it while it lasts."

"Every, single minute," Moira murmured, holding on tightly. "We're goin' ta look back when we're old an' gray...older, anyway...an' relish these memories."

He laughed suddenly. "Charles was just tickled, you know."

"O', I know. 'e's a sentimental ol' man, nay matter wha' 'e says." She smiled softly. "I love all my friends dearly, ye know tha', right? God, 'tis goin' ta be so 'ard decidin' who's in th' weddin' party." She whimpered and hid her head.

"We could always make it a very informal sort of thing," Nathan suggested, tracing patterns on her back idly. "Unless you want formal. In which case, I'm all for it." He grinned. "Whatever makes you happy."

Moira stared at the ceiling for a second, thinking. "Th' weddin' wit' Joe was formal but verra cold. I want a big weddin', Nathan, so verra badly. I dinnae...me mum's dress, I dinnae wear it when I got married th' first time. 'Tis off white, so I could wear it for this..." She gazed at him, hopeful. "But this is also 'bout wha' ye want...'ow...before?"

Rightly interpreted that last question as a query about how he'd gotten married the first time, Nathan smiled wryly. "Five minutes in front of the highest-ranking military officer on the base. With several directors looking on disapprovingly."

She grimaced and raised her hand to brush against his lips. "Big weddin' then, love?"

"I'm game," he said, smiling. "But I also reserve the right to throw you over my shoulder, or into the lake, if you turn yourself into a nervous wreck. We have a legion of people who would help plan and do so joyfully."

"Me? Overwork myself? Wha' ever would give ye tha' idea?"

"I know you entirely too well," Nathan said teasingly. "Are you going to make me wear a kilt? Because I would do that, too. For you."

"...maybe?"

"I am whipped," Nathan proclaimed cheerfully. "Very, very whipped." He kissed her again. "You suppose we're good role models?"

"Depends on th' situation," Moira said, cheerfully. "For bein' discreet in public? Ye must be kiddin' me. Ali still willnae let us live tha' down. For bein' in love? Best role models, ever."

He kissed her again. And again. And one more time, for good measure. Lips, jaw, neck. She shivered, making a contented little noise. "But what fun would it be if we were discreet all the time?"

"Nay gettin' teased?" she asked, yelping slightly when Nathan bit her shoulder lightly. "Ye were so moritified tha' time..."

"I have sloppy impulse control sometimes. Jump gorgeous Scotswoman in haste, repent at leisure." And he really wasn't in the slightest bit tired. "How soundproof were these walls again?" he asked, shifting in a very purposeful way.

Moira blinked and tried to restart her brain. "Verra."

"Oh, good," Nathan said happily. "Or bad. Whatever." Didn't really matter. He was otherwise occupied at the moment anyway, trying to get a repeat of that little yelp out of her.

Moira tugged his head down so she could kiss him and sighed deeply. "Let's never leave this room, aye?"

"Sounds like a plan. They'll have to drag us out kicking and screaming."