xp_logs | Nathan and Moira, backdated to Sunday night (Reply)

Sunday night. Nathan, after getting back from the airport, wakes up ~~Sleeping Beauty~~ Moira. They talk about Remy briefly. Then Nathan gives Moira what he brought back for her from LA, demonstrating that he has his stereotypically 'guy' moments.

As he opened the door to the suite, Bella greeted him with an enthusiastic, yet strangely muted squeal. Nathan came in, grinning as he realized why the bird had decided it was appropriate to keep it down. Moira was lying on the couch sound asleep, the book she'd obviously been reading resting on her chest.

Setting his suitcase down carefully, he came over and knelt down beside the couch, lifting the book away and then leaning in to kiss her.

Startled out of her sleep by the kiss, Moira had enough frame of mind not to yelp when she woke up. Nathan, laughing as he pulled back slightly, grinned down at her. "Scared th' life out o' me!" she said, staring up at him, one hand gripping his shirt tightly. "'ello ta ye ta."

"Hey," he said warmly. "I suppose I should be glad you didn't slug me?" He leaned back as she sat up, enjoying Bella's quiet tittering in the background. "Miss me?" he asked, rising just enough to be able to sit on the couch as she made room.

Her only answer was to scoot herself into his lap and pull his head down for a real kiss. A few seconds passed before she let him up and now she grinned at him. "Maybe a wee bit," she teased.

"I would say I ought to go away more often, but that would involve actually being away from you more often. And the homecoming, nice as it is, isn't really worth it." He smiled, wrapping his arms around her as she curled up against him.

"An' ye miss all th' _excitin'_ bits when yer gone," Moira said dryly, relaxing in his arms.

"Mmm. LeBeau. Charles told me before I left - I suppose he didn't want me coming home to that sort of surprise." He kissed the top of her head. "We've met, you know. More than once."

"Oh?" That didn't sound good. At all.

"Twice that I know of, when I was still at Mistra." Nathan frowned a little, but then shook it off. "It doesn't matter. I certainly don't intend to pursue old grudges. Would be a little hypocritical of me."

"Good. I'm nay exactly thrilled 'e's 'ere, especially after wha' 'appened ta Maddie." She grumped slightly. "But I trust Charles', so I'm 'oldin' me tongue." Nathan gave her a look and she poked him in the ribs. "Wha'? I am!"

"Of course you are, you meek, mild-tempered woman..." She growled at him and he gave her another lingering kiss. "Just do me a favor?" he asked quietly when he drew back. "Keep your distance if at all possible. He may not be Gambit anymore, but we can't predict how he's going to react to having been Gambit."

"I'll try. Dinnae look at me like tha', Nathan. If there's a medical emergancy or a powers involvement, I'll 'ave ta be involved. I'll be careful, o' course, but 'tis me job an' I cannae go back on it. Ye know this."

"I know." He reached up, smoothing rumpled red hair back away from her face with a gentle hand. "I just worry. I'm allowed to do that, aren't I?"

"O' course ye are. Because I'm allowed ta worry 'bout ye. 'Tis a fair trade."

"Pedantic woman," he accused her mildly. "Never can let me get the last word, can you?"

"Nope!"

"Of course, I also have excellent ways to shut you up," Nathan said brightly, after reflecting that he really needed to stop leaving her alone with Bella. "Shall I demonstrate?"

Moira fluttered her eyes at him and snickers. "O' please do," she murmured, tightening her arms around his neck. "Ye owe me from th' other night, remember?"

"Mmm... maybe I should give you your gift first," he suggested wickedly. "You might want to hit me."

Suddenly, she was very torn. "Why on eart' would I want ta 'it ye?" she asked, eyeing him. "Unless ye did somethin' 'orrid." Granted, she hadn't yet told him about the gift Amanda had brought back from him.

He grinned widely. "No, I just did a stereotypical guy thing. Bought you something pretty and skimpy...."

Both eyebrows raised at that one. "O', this I must see."

Nathan glanced over at his suitcase. One of the zippers pulled back, the contents inside shifting around as he tried to get a good grip on the package he wanted.

"Yer gettin' lazy in yer old age," Moira mused, nipping slightly at his neck.

"Lazy," Nathan agreed cheerfully, pulling out the package and floating it over. "Or maybe I just want to be sitting down whe you see this."

"Ye want ta be sittin' down? Shouldnae I be th' one tha' needs ta be sittin' down?" Amused, she grabbed the package out of the air and settled it in her lap. Pulling the wrapping open, she blinked when at the white material inside. "Wha'...?"

Nathan told himself that no, he really didn't need to turn red. He'd done enough of that in the store. "I may have fallen victim to a very chirpy and pleasant young lingerie saleswoman," he confessed as Moira slid out of his lap and stood so that she could shake out the sheer, embroidered... well, it would be overly kind to call it a gown, given that it was mostly transparent. "Who was all too happy to listen to me tell her how beautiful my fiancee was. And make several suggestions. Some of which were more... modest than that, but, uh... I liked that one."

Moira stared down, and through, the soft material in her hands and then up at Nathan. Back at the material, back at Nathan. Who was slowly going the color of her hair. "...first time I ever got somethin' like this as a gift," she murmured, still trying to take it in.

"I... well." Oh, yeah. Much with the embarassment. Why had he thought this was a good idea? Because you had an image of her wearing it and had to sit down before you fell over.

Laughing as that thought leaked over the link, she grinned at him, holding the negligee closer to her body. "Hmm...should I try this on?" Moira asked suddenly.

"That'd be... nice?" he said meekly. "Really nice? You in white... I have this thing..."

"So I've noticed. Why?"

Nathan opened his mouth, then closed it. "Because you were in a white sweater and your lab coat the first time I saw you," he said very softly. "You leaned over me, I was thoroughly delirious, and thought I was actually seeing an angel."

Moira clutched the material very tightly suddenly, staring at him. "I...an angel?" she asked, suddenly blushing as bright as he had been a few seconds ago. "A screechin' 'arpy was wha' ye described me later, though," she added, teasing as she sidled closer to him.

"Well, your fault," he protested, a smile tugging at his lips. "You had to go and stabilize me so I could actually talk..."

"Oh an' do I _ever_ regret tha' aspect o' ye gettin' better."

Nathan grinned. "And ever since, huh?" He eyed the wispy negligee, then looked up at her again. "So. There was going to be trying on, no?"

Turning, she grinned at him over her shoulder. "Tha's why I'm 'eadin' inta th' bedroom now...comin'?"

Nathan sprang up off the couch with alacrity. Bella cooed in disappointment, and he grinned back over his shoulder at her. "First things first, feathers."