Nathaniel answered Eva's questions with a simple nod - she was correct, but she already knew that. When Eva's body collided with his own, Nate's form reacted quickly - Muppet arms looping around the founder/CEO and lips making good contact to ensure the completion of their circuit. It was as if she understood that his brain had already started examining the letter's creases and judging the parcel's weight for clues.
The kiss, the embrace, rubberbanded Nate back to the here and now and he smooched Eva passionately, with the intensity he always did after they'd been separated for a spell.
He'd chosen scissors, Nate learned, when she declared her victory. He smirked, first against her mouth but it remained when she'd pulled back. "Funny, I was going to choose rock," he said while Eva nestled under his arm. Had that been a thinly veiled reference to his rock hard excitement? Yes, and he was wearing slacks - it wasn't even thinly veiled.
With Eva against him, his mind returned to the piece of mail in his other hand. All of a sudden, the aura of mystery surrounding the envelope was demystified. Nate's hand tossed the letter onto the kitchen island, then quickly slid the centerpiece on top of it. His hand quickly recoiled and he stared for a moment with energy that said perhaps the centerpiece wouldn't hold.
"Later," Nate said effectively hitting snooze on the Xavier's brand alarm clock. "I'm not ready," Nate said to Eva then easily scooped his wife into his arms, her body horizontal against his chest. "After dinner," he said while he carried Eva from the kitchen and toward the staircase within their two-story penthouse. Nate climbed the stairs toward their master suite, far away from the game room and the children. Once inside the bedroom, his sock-clad foot kicked the door shut and he crossed the carpeted floor to deposit Eva onto her vanity seat - facing out. Dropping to one knee, Nathaniel went to work removing Eva's modest heels and gave each one of her feet a gentle rub. "How was your day?" Nate said and his eyes flicked up toward Eva's - betraying his mischief. The question was somewhat flippant, considering they'd been in constant textual conversation all day. "Mine was fine. And apparently, I chose scissors?" Nate said and placed one hand on each of Eva's knees. Long pale fingers on lovely caramel thighs, he separated her legs like a pair of scissors, then gracefully slid his head forward into the space between. The embrace of the kiss in the kitchen was matched by Nate's contact with the black lace-trimmed target of his affection. "I love you," he said against her - unbothered if she verbally understood or not. Eva knew.