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Who: Nathan Drake (

sketchycharacter) and Elena Fisher (

tearsinajar)
When: October sometime
Where: The Moira, Nomo Deck
What: The marrieds finally get permanent privacy
Warnings: Stupid fluff, maybe sexy talk

[Nate feels like he's been waiting for the news forever, but when he finally receives word that he's approved for private quarters, he doesn't waste any time heading to his wife's room to let her know. Yeah, he's had roommates come and go, so they haven't always had to do the sock on the door thing, but with the Ingress always ready to potentially add new ones, there was no point in relaxing or officially making their own space. Nate likes people, but it kinda sucks.

Finally, finally it'll just be them. He knocks on her door and practically bounces on the balls of his feet as he waits.]

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You do. Would you like me to record a short audio clip? I can do that if you don't believe me.

[ Another nudge. But then she tucks in close, as close as she can, head to his shoulder and tucking under his jaw. ]

Mmm, I might have to think about it.

[ Her hand pats over his belly. ]

It'll be the quietest clip ever because I don't snore.

[He edges over, as if he can get rid of a few millimeters of space so there's absolutely nothing between them.]

Anything I can do to help you make up your mind?

[He can get her pants off and go down on her so hard if that's what it takes. He can do it right now.]

I'll be more than happy to prove you wrong. Unless that's not a challenge?

[ The paper with the drawings gets her attention again, eyes lowering to it. Of course she'll move in with him, some place to have that's theirs where they aren't going to be bothered. It'll be wonderful. ]

Oh... [ A brow raises. Elena gives him a look. ] That sounds dangerous...

It's definitely a challenge.

[Is it ever. And she'll have to spend the night with him to meet it, which just ties into his whole proposal. Win-win.]

Dangerous? Naaaah. I've got the stamina for it.

You're on. Starting tonight. When I move in with you.

[ Bam. It's set. ]

You might be able to even put that stamina to the test.

[ An extra test. ]

Oh, you know I'm gonna.

[He kisses her again, then, but it's not an especially passionate kiss. Just a happy one, a joyful one.]

God, I wanted to do this months ago. But after we had that fight...I thought it would be better for you to move in with just me, instead of me and whoever else was there.

[Sharing a bed and continuing to mend their marriage wouldn't go so well with an audience.]

[ He gets one kiss out of it before her lips spread under his, already looking forward to the stamina test she's going to put him to later tonight.

Her hand follows his jaw line, another kiss pressed to his lips, and then another. Chaste, slow pecks. ]

We just needed the space. Extra space in...space.

[Soon it won't matter how chaste or un-chaste they are in their own quarters. No one's going to interrupt them. It'll be great.]

So, space space.

[Ha ha, very funny.]

Is it silly if I feel like this is the last piece of really getting back on track?

Space space.

[ A small eyeroll, but then she leans back to look at him. ]

I don't think it's silly. We should be together. I'd say we've worked through most of the hard stuff.

Hey, don't jinx us. But...yeah.

[They've worked through things, but more than that, they've gotten to a point that he feels like they can really talk about any problems they have or might face in the future. And that's going to make all the difference.]

I missed sleeping beside you every night.

I missed you, too.

[ His nose gets a tender little tweak. ]

It'll be nice to sleep beside a warm body again. Though you don't seem to be in that much of a hurry if we're still sitting here.

Oh, well in that case.

[Without warning, he scoops her up and literally sweeps her off his feet as he stands, laughing like an idiot before setting her down.]

Let's get moving.

[ Even as her feet touch the ground she's still laughing, twisting around to look to her bunk and where her belongings decorate the shelves, her dresser. ]

Do we want to leave the packing for later? You can show me your sweet new crib.

[He's tempted, but...nah. Nate shakes his head.]

I'd rather get it out of the way. When you come to our room, I don't plan to let you leave for hours.

[The look he gives her is, in a word, smoldering.]

Is that so.

[ Giving his upper arms a squeeze she steps back, turning. Over her shoulder she points out, ]

You realise I don't have any boxes. You caught me unprepared.

Eh, it's next door. We can just carry things over by hand. Luckily, you've got a fit and muscular husband.

[Strong arms—the better with which to lift her up and pin her against the wall.]

Mm, I don't quite know about that...

[ Teasing! She turns slightly to give him an up and down look, squinting at his arms, and keeps moving toward the bunk. It shouldn't take more than two trips. ]

[He just grins and okay, maybe flexes a little bit.]

We'll manage.

We always do.

[ Sitting closest to the shelf, she begins to gather things up, getting some items out for him. ]

All right, here. You want to take all of this and I'll deal with the drawers of clothes and my closet?

It's a deal.

[He follows her example, and does exactly as instructed.]

The sooner we're done, the sooner we have a place to call home.

[ She's handing him things until his arms are loaded before she goes to the drawers to begin piling folded clothing together. ]

We move around too much, there's nowhere to really call home.

[ Yemen hadn't exactly been considered a home to her. It'd been temporary displacement. Like being here on the ship in space. ]

I know.

[It had been mostly a joke, but she's right. They're far from anything they can really call home, but even if they landed on Earth tomorrow, he's not sure exactly where they'd go. Where do they even want to go from here?]

You and me together is the closest thing to a home in space, though. And when we're back, maybe we can find somewhere good to settle for a while. Fresh start and all.

[ Joke or not, Elena feels homesick. It took six months of being aboard the Moira. She piles as many clothes as she can into her arms and begins heading for the door, more clothing draped over her shoulders. ]

A fresh start would be nice. I'll need to get my stuff shipped to the States from Yemen first.

You'll have to catch up to me first. Gonna be a rough week, but it turns out all right. Take it from someone who's been there.

[He walks through first, shifting the stuff in his arms so he can open the lock on his—their—room next door. Hmm, they should prop it open while they're making the back and forth trips.]

[ Elena almost forgets what he's referring to...but then she remembers. He's from a week after her. He's already on his way home, and they're together. She tags along, silent. ]

Woah. [ Her eyes widen as she steps into the new room. Well, not really new. ] Where did the bunks go? It's so...roomy.