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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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[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.

Right? Who knew getting rid of the extra bunks would make such a difference. We could probably put in extra bookshelves or something.

[He likes bookshelves.]

We'll have to get really cozy in one of the leftovers or shove the two together, though.

Bookshelves along that wall over there.

[ She points to the far one; she loves bookshelves, she'll love the books that fill them even more. Their own little library. ]

Well. That won't do.

[ Also—who knew clothes could be so heavy? Elena moves to the nearest bed to get the unloaded, shaking out a hand. ]

[He's already got a growing collection of space books. Nate drops his load on the desk, pausing briefly to wonder if they should unpack as they go or get the rest of her stuff first.]

Which one? Because you know I like cuddling with you, but I know how sharp your elbows can be in that close of quarters. On the other hand, big line down the middle of the beds would suck too.

Maybe next time you'll stop and think before trying to steal from your wife. That was on you.

[ The decision is being made for him, as she's already heading for the door to get another load. ]

And I was talking about having one of the beds to myself.

[He catches up quickly—long legs, yay—and drops his arm loosely around her shoulders, leaning to drop a kiss on the side of her head.]

You've had one to yourself for a while now. [And not just on the Moira.] You can trade your own bed for your own personal bed heater, if you can keep from stealing all the covers and leaving me a Natesicle.

I thought you came with a built-in heater? That's disappointing.

[ She smiles up at him and loops her arm around behind him, hand hugging his waist. This is what a happy marriage should look and feel like. ]

I have my limits.

[They both know he'd just snuggle up to her and become the big or little spoon. He's not picky.]

Even in marriage, we can't have it all.

[ A heaving sigh, her shoulders dropping like his arm weighs a lot. She lets them back into her room and pauses to survey what's next. There shouldn't be much. ]

We have enough.

[His arm gives her shoulders a squeeze before dropping off them. What they have is enough for him.]

Think we can get the rest in one?

I don't see why not. There's really not a whole lot left.

[ She moves to her bed to snag her pillow and then work on the rest of her clothes, gesturing to what remains on her bunk shelf that belongs to her; pictures of them, her camera, some books, trinkets. ]

Dibs on the pillow.

[He gathers everything up carefully, especially the camera. If it breaks, who knows when they might land on a planet where she can get another?]

Oh, fine. But only because you thought of it first.

And it's mine. Of course.

[ It looks like they have everything. She steps back, closer to the door, giving the room a general look over to double check. Her bunk looks a little deserted now. Elena will have to remember to send Hawke a message. ]

All right. I think this is it.

[Hawke will probably be happy to never get sexiled again. And Kitty can have Elena's old bed.]

Good.

[Impulsively, he leans in to kiss her own more time, even with both their arms full of stuff. Sort of a kiss goodbye to the old place and a kiss for a new start at the same time.]

[ She smiles when he pulls back but she leans in for one more kiss, rising up on tiptoe. ]

Has a bit of the same feel as when we first moved in together. Just a bit.

A little, yeah. But I know what I'm getting into this time. [He grins.] I've got extra blankets now, so you don't need to steal all of mine.

What? You should've known what you were getting into after the first few nights you spent at my apartment. You're lucky I let you have a pillow.

I thought you'd learn to share the more I went down on you. Joke's on me, I just got really good at it and I still don't get blankets.