xp_logs | Nathan and Moira, Monday, sometime around 3am

After getting the injured settled after the attack in the club, Moira comes back up to the suite and finally gets to show Nathan the Halloween costume she and Alison devised. It involves the ever-wonderful synthsilk. Nathan, despite being fairly exhausted himself, is very appreciative. A little while later, he has just a little bit of a precognitive moment.

Moira stumbled into the suite, roughly shutting the door behind her. The call for triage had been unexpected, to say the least. Some of the kids were pretty badly roughed up, and she wanted to keep an eye on Manuel for a while, but it wouldn't be long before they got back on their feet again. "Nathan? Love?" she called, wandering into the bedroom. "I need 'elp gettin' this bloody thin' off." She hadn't even had time to get rid of the costume, simply left the wheelchair behind.

Nathan wandered out of the bathroom in a pair of the school sweats, his hair still damp from the shower. "Anyone dead?" he asked with a certain amount of black humor. He had just come up from sitting with Mick when the news had gotten back to the mansion, and by then it had been a job for the medical staff, not the team. He came over, carefully detaching the mad-scientist-esque headband-with-light from the hairclips holding it securely to her head.

"Besides th' demon? Nay, thankfully. Broken bones, bruises, bleedin' but nay deat'." She shook her head, hair flying as it was released from the thing that Alison had made her. Evil woman. She smirked slightly as she moved, the lab coat covering something else. "Me feet are killin' me," she commented, sitting on the bed and nudging off her shoes.

"I'm getting very tired of demons," Nathan said, sitting down on the bed beside her. "I think they should just all go away. You?"

"I second tha' motion." With a groan, she stood up again and sighed, the buttons getting slightly 'stuck'. Again, thanks to Alison. Moira looked at him pitifully.

"Oh," Nathan said dryly, a tiny smile tugging at his lips. "Are you asking me to help undress you? Oh, the horror. I'm going to hide now." He reached out and started with the top button, frowning a bit now. "Okay, what's with the booby-trapped labcoat anyway?"

"Nay sure. I think I might 'ave gotten somethin' in th' buttons earlier. Maybe some o' th' stuff on tha' 'eadband." Well, it was certainly something alright, just not what Nathan was thinking. She was very careful to keep any notion of the words 'spray on synthsilk' away from the link.

Nathan managed to get the top few buttons undone - and stopped, blinking. "Okay," he said slowly. Blinking some more. His eyes narrowed, and the other buttons undid themselves as he reached up to push the lab coat back off her shoulders. "Is there any particular reason you decided to experiment with the synthsilk tonight?" he went on, trying very hard not to grin. Or drool. "Or am I just the luckiest man on earth..." He stopped, laughing aloud, a real, delighted laugh for the first time in days. "Moira. White? Although it's a little silvery, actually..." He ran a hand down her side, letting it rest on her hip.

She laughed, the noise low and soft as she moved closer. The dim light in the room made the synthsilk glimmer slightly. "White, mainly," she murmured, "seems a wee bit silver because Alison made th' thin' a wee bit...sheer." What she didn't add was that she had done her front with Alison helping with her back. No, it was much more fun to break Nathan's brain into itty bitty pieces.

"Mmm. I'm noticing the hint of transparency, yes..." Soft. It was sleek and soft, in an entirely different way than her skin was, and Nathan smiled as she moved closer. "Nothing like being totally covered, yet totally uncovered," he teased, quite deliberately letting his hands wander. He could feel the heat of her skin right through the synthsilk.

Moira purred softly. The stuff felt fantastic...in more ways than one. "I can see why Alison caused bot' Cain an' Haroun ta nearly 'ave 'eart attacks," she commented, wrapping her arms around Nathan's neck and pulled herself closer. With all the chaos and time apart, they hadn't had any time together. Not in this way. "But I suppose yer jus' goin' ta 'ave ta 'elp me out o' this."

Mick was settled for the night. Doing better, actually. And nothing obviously needed Moira's immediate attention...

"No handy buttons or zippers," he murmured, letting his hands continue to wander. Just to make sure, of course. "I'll have to get creative... oh dear..." His arm slipped around her waist and he had her on the bed in one smooth, practiced move. "It glitters," he said softly, leaning over her. He had never done particularly well at keeping his hands off her, but this was just encouraging him to no end.

She had yelped slightly as she bounced before Nathan's weight settled on top of hers. She smirked, reaching up to play along his neck with her fingertips. "I dinnae think ye'll 'ave much problem wit' tha', now will ye?" Moira asked, reaching up to kiss where she had touched.

"Is this where I make some kind of really inappropriate metaphor about Halloween candy?" Nathan asked, tracing small, idle circles on her stomach with one hand, circles that drifted gradually lower.

"Probably," she responded, her grip on his shoulder increasing as his hands started wandering lower.

"Or peeling my fiancee?" Nathan concentrated for a moment. Telekinesis really was a marvelous thing, he told himself smugly as Moira shuddered beneath him, her eyes glazing over just a little. Her grip on his shoulder tightened even more.

At that point, words simply would not form. But, well, one didn't need to talk in some situations. Reaching up, she firmly wrapped her hand in his hair and yanked him down for a hard kiss, pressing herself against him.

He wondered, very dimly, when that reservoir of self-restraint of hers had stopped being an issue at moments like this. It seemed to have gone away without him noticing. Funny. He shifted a hand up to her shoulder without breaking the kiss, and delicately sliced through the synthsilk there with his TK.

It was amazing how the synthsilk had kept her warm and goosebumps appeared as he started to very slowly peel it off. Nathan broke the kiss only to start on her neck and Moira shivered again.

Interesting texture this stuff had. Nathan reminded himself that now was not the time for scientific curiosity and leaned back for a moment, creating another careful rip in the synthsilk at her hip. "Do I do this artistically," he asked with a smile, pulling at it with his mind, "or am I going to exhaust your patience that way?"

"Oh, just rip th' bloody stuff off." There was heat in her gaze as she watched him.

Nathan sat up abruptly, sweeping her up and down with a measuring gaze. He had the texture of the synthsilk in his mind, and it was well-short of what the circuit-breaker would stop him from doing. He concentrated, his eyes narrowing, and the synthsilk shivered and disintegrated into oddly pearly glitter that puddled on the bed as Moira gasped, shivering.

"Well, tha's one way o' doin' it..." Reaching up, she grabbed him again. "Now get back down 'ere..."

Nathan grinned, stirring up the glitter with a brief telekinetic whirlwind as he bent to kiss her. "I'm making a mess," he whispered gleefully as it fell around them like snow, sparkling in her hair.

She giggled into the kiss. "An' enjoyin' every minute o' it."

This was the point at which he should really be remembering everything he had on his mind, the total insanity of the night... but to hell with it. Literally, given the day. As they broke the kiss to catch their breath, Nathan pulled away, just far enough to shed the sweats.

"Love you," he murmured, his lips brushing across the base of her throat, then lower. She grabbed his hair again and he smiled against her skin.

"Love ye, ta," Moira responded and then grinned, pushing him over onto his back. The grin remained as she smiled down at him. "Let's see if'n we can test th' sound proof walls?"

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A somewhat indeterminate amount of time after he had assured her that she could indeed count on his complete cooperation, Nathan found himself staring up at the ceiling, Moira sprawled across his chest making happy little noises in her sleep. Her pager was sitting on the nighttable, and she had made him promise to wake her up in another hour even if it didn't go off.

There was something... nagging at him. An odd, prickling feeling, not unpleasant but persistent. Almost anticipatory. He lowered his shields tentatively, letting his mind drift across the mansion. Stressed, pained thoughts aplenty, after what had happened a few hours ago, but still... he was fairly sure that wasn't connected to this really odd sensation.

No, it was something else. Something right here?

He gave a mental shrug, his arms sliding more securely around Moira. She shifted in her sleep, murmuring again, and he smiled.