022 ∞ VIDEO

[designedtoparty]

[At first the only visible are his teeth, lips drawn back in a grimace as Nathan tries to concentrate. There's a string of mozzarella stuck there. But, hey. Be fair. He was eating.

Getting the idea he's recording, Nathan holds the camera further away from him. Hey there, City. Did you miss this face? Tough luck if you didn't. You're getting it anyway. The top part of his tux is also visible. He certainly looks like he's doing better for himself than the last time he was here. Irritated, Nathan pulls a face at the camera, picking the mozzarella out of his teeth.]

Seriously? This couldn't have waited a few hours? I'm a busy man. I'm supposed to be shooting myself in... [He looks down at his watchless wrist with a squint.] Less than five. And I really can't risk taking any time where I might talk myself out of it. Those TV guys are already pissed off with me. Yeah, there's that whole memory wipe thing, but suicide takes a very specific mindset. I've been working myself up to this all day! And yesterday. Sort of.

[Disgruntled sigh.] There's no way I'm getting laid if I don't go through with this. [He looks at the camera, pleadingly.] Do you really want to take that away from me?

[ooc; Nathan is back and updated to the start of the Christmas special! Only... now he's cursed with A Road Not Taken for the weekend and his memories are of the AU fame timeline in 2x06. He'll remember this event when he's back to normal, but his memories of the timeline itself will be fuzzy.]

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[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[I hope you are holding on tight, because she is taking that as a cue to take off.]

[designedtoparty]

[Well, he is now. And pretending that rather unmanly shout never happened.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[A few more minutes of undignified scrambling and very laboured flapping, and they land on the roof of Dulcie's building. She keeps her arms wrapped around his middle as she looks up (very up) at his face.]

Held up okay there, cowboy?

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan stares straight ahead, blinking, looking a lot like he could piss himself there and then. Flying is nowhere near as fun as it sounds.]

Yeah. Fine.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down for another kiss. This one is slower and sweeter than her original frenzied snogging. She she's done she pulls back, and looks up at him, almost shyly.]

I missed you.

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan looks pleased, then a little uncertain. After a moment he shrugs, grinning lopsidedly.]

Too bad I can't say the same. I didn't even remember you. [He's really not good at this.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[That earns him a smack.]

Oi. That's not a very smart thing to say to the woman who about to make sure you get laid tonight.

[She's still laughing, though. You are very, very lucky that she enjoys your dickery, Nathan.]

[designedtoparty]

Ow! [Of course, Nathan's a baby and is going to cling where she smacked him like it's some kind of mortal wound.]

It's not my fault. Would you rather I lie to you?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

I think I'd rather you take me downstairs and show me exactly how you feel right now.

[designedtoparty]

Sure. I could do that.

My turn to carry you?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Lead on.

[Her hands go back up around his neck.]

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan hoists her up by the legs. He's just going to hope that he hasn't forgotten which one's her flat. Or that he doesn't manage to trip and accidentally kill them both.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie's not going to help the situation by continuing where she left off on his neck.]

[designedtoparty]

[Yeah. This is really not helping.]

Hey. Do me a favour and let me know when we get to the right floor, will you?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

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But that would mean I would have to pay attention, too.

[designedtoparty]

Well, someone's got to.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[The elevator dings and Dulcie takes enough of a break to shove him on his arm.]

Oooh! Fourth floor!

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan huffs, stumbling out of the lift. He thinks he remembers roughly which door is hers.]

All right, I'm going.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie manages to make it over to her door with Nathan in tow, her hand wrapped up in his shirt as she continues to kiss him. Her back slams into the door, so she takes her hand out of the back of his pants long enough to try and fumble for the doorknob.]

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan waits for her to get it open, then shoves his way inside. He's aiming for the couch so he can finally drop her.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[She gets dropped with a squeak, giggling. She'd managed to undo his bowtie on the way over and uses it to pull him down on top of her, wrapping her legs around his waist.]

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan's only too happy to let her, wrapping his arms back around her and pushing his hips against her.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie moans into his mouth at the increased friction. She lets go long enough to wriggle her shirt up off her head.]

You're still wearing pants.

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan grins, waggling his eyebrows.]

Well, technically I'm not. I only had one set. I took them off when I was changing in case I shat myself again. [Deliberately misunderstanding. Who knows if this story is actually supposed to be sexy.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[No that part was not all that sexy. She wrinkles her nose, but goes in for his belt buckle anyway.]

Easier access, then.