Nathan Summers (alter_nate_ive) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-09 14:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, motoko kusanagi, nathan summers (cable) |
Not the best night ever...
Who: Nate and Motoko
Where: a restaurant in Irvine
What: Nate foolishly tries to have a casual hookup and his life reminds him why this is a dumb idea.
When: evening, 05/08
Warnings/Rating: R for sexual situations, violence, and faily mcfailness.
Status complete
Nathan was a little nervous. He had not done anything like this in this life. In his dreams, yes, but not in this life. And he had the feeling he wanted to get this part, the being a virgin part, out of the way, so, yes. He wanted someday to be in love, and to make love with someone., but right here, right now? He just wanted to quiet his raging hormones.
So he had called and made reservations, and now was here, dressed in a form fitting suit that looked incredible on his new body’s growing muscles and streamlined form. With the high intensity workout he had been at since arriving in his new body, and a muscle gaining diet, he had managed to put on regular mass and some good muscles to boot.
She was pretty and it fed his ego, and yet he also knew she could be an enemy. And he wanted to learn more about her.
Motoko was wondering what she was doing. First that girl she’d kissed. That girl’s first kiss. She might have been able to push for more but she didn’t roll that way. She liked her partners willing. She walked into the restaurant, looking around curious. The kid had good taste.
Nathan stood and waved as she entered, and the steward met her and led her to the table. Then they brought a bottle of wine and poured for both of them, and departed, leaving menus. “You look incredible.”
He nodded to the waiters who were leaving. Everyone who saw them, saw Nathan as older. Heh. He smiled to her. “Good evening. I hope you’re hungry tonight. They have very good food here. And the sausage and cream is particularly delicious.” Innuendo? Whatever are you talking about?
“You look pretty delicious yourself.” She’d worn a plunging red dress, that was sheer around her hips and legs. She flashed the kid a smile. “I’m going to have to ask, can I see your ID? No offense.”
“I don’t know. But I like to think I have good taste.” Nate’s mouth was dry as he looked at her. He nodded and produced it, and while it said he was 18, there was an asterix next to it. Such an asterix was usually meant as a notation of medical means. “There you are.”
She looked it over and then returned it. “I have my career to think about. Thanks.” Sure, barely legal, but still legal, that was good enough for her. She knew the system. She sat, and leaned on the table, looking him over. “I’m not good with long term, Nathan. So if you’re looking for that I can’t help.”
Nathan grinned at her. “I understand. And I’m not looking for long term either. My life is complicated, and with things the way they are, I could be gone or different in weeks, or months. Doing that to someone I was in a relationship with would suck. I just really want to have sex with a gorgeous woman and make it so we both can’t walk for a day or so.” He smirked at her.
“And I’m willing to wine you and dine you, and dance you into the mood.” His smirk was full-fledged by then and his eyes danced.
“Yeah, I like you.” She grinned at him. He couldn’t drink, but he did have cojones. She liked that in a man, or a woman. Motoko wasn’t too picky when it came to her partners, as long as they had qualities she liked.
He grinned at her, winking. “You seem pretty awesome yourself.” He poured for her, and then sat back, smiling. “So tell me something interesting about yourself. In your opinion, other than your smoking gorgeous body and your beautiful eyes. “ He was curious about her. He wasn’t looking for a love connection, but it didn’t hurt to flirt with words, some, too.
"If i told you, I'd have to kill you." She winked at him, then flashed her badge, too fast for most people to see.
Nate’s eyes caught the moment and he froze it in his mind, examining it, and smiled, no change really from his expression. Though his face softened. This woman could be an enemy, and she could be a friend. “Tell me, Motoko, how prepared for the weird stuff of Orange County are you?”
"I'm as prepared as I can be, from research." And her own incredible dream last night. Her thoughts turned to the geisha house and cyberbrain investigation.
Nate sat back, then nodded. It was risky, but, whatever. He had to do something new or he was going to go crazy.
He reached out to her mind and without trying sensed the top thought in her mind. He pushed that away and gently spoke, silently, looking at her, so she could see his mouth not moving. I would say sometimes it takes more than research. The dreams are real, and so are some of the stories.
“Son of a bitch...” She sat up, staring at him. “Could you warn me next time?” She suddenly needed something hard to drink.
Nate winced, and nodded. “Sorry.” He held up his hands, and then nodded. “I apologize.” He eyed her, then smiled a little.
“You are sexy when your eyes flash.”
That seemed to settle her down a little bit. “It’s okay. That’s just...kind of crazy.”
Nate smiled a little. “Sorry. And yes, it is, but that is just the tip of the ice berg in the OC. Things get a lot weirder here.” He sat back again and smiled. He felt a strange negativity for a moment, but it passed and he assumed it was someone loudly being negative passing nearby.
“And I have worse news... sooner or later, some of it might affect you, directly.”
"I've already started dreaming," she admitted, making a face. This wasn't very sexy talk at all. "Do you dream?"
“I do. That’s where the powers came from. Some times, if you dream, you get powers, or items come through from your dreams, or you change.” Then he smirked. “May I touch your mind again?” He wasn’t finding this particularly sexy either, but maybe he could change that. Make showing off a little sexy.
She thought about it, then shrugged her shoulder. “We communicate through commlinks embedded in our brains, it’s not much different. Go ahead.”
Nate nodded and reached out to her mind and gently brushed her mind, not with thoughts, but with a carefully targeted touch, one that stroked her pleasure centers and told them to pulse, once, all over. “Sounds like a cool idea.”
Her eyes fluttered closed, and her head tilted to to side as she let out a soft groan. She felt a little hazy when her eyes opened. She was suddenly, almost painfully aroused. She moaned in Japanese, "Oh my god you tease."
He responded, in fluent Japanese, "Tease, huh? I do like to deliver... " And he struck again, but this time, he sent a surge guaranteed to make her orgasm, right there and then.
Of course, it was just after that when gunfire erupted as four men spilled into the restaurant. “ Everyone freeze! This is a hold up! "
Motoko bit her lip hard enough to taste blood as her body completely lost it. She shuddered in her seat, trying hard to not cry out. She managed to succeed, as she didn’t want to draw any attention to herself. Exhaling sharply out her nose and looking flushed, she fingered her pistol. Nate’s timing? Really bad.
Nate was facepalming and he was moving. "Why does the universe hate me? ” He snapped a look at the men, gaging their positions, and then with a cry he hurled a bus tray full of silverware, points first, at the men, as he dove for cover, drawing their attention away from others, and gunfire toward the area he dove to, where no other people were.
“Of course,” Motoko ducked under the table, drawing her gun and flicking the safety off. She tried to catch where Nate had run, shaking her head at his heroics. She tried to blink her vision clear. God damn. If Nate could bottle that...
She popped up and fired twice, then ducked behind another booth. “Law enforcement!"
Several of the men swore, and one, who was down on the floor, screeched at the others. “Kill the bitch!” Nathan sighed. Hadn’t he just lured attention from her? Damn it. Damn women and their stubbornness.
Nate maneuvered around and tried to work toward where the guys were, and spotted one, and flung a door stop he had collected, with his telekinesis behind it, driving the man head over heels into the coat closet. He ducked back, but he knew he had been seen.
Shit shit, shit.
And then, there was gunfire.
“Damn it stay under cover!” Motoko growled the words out as glass showered all around her. She couldn’t get another clear shot, and she couldn’t move from where she was under cover.
Nate was hissing in pain as he slid to the ground, having felt one round hit his leg. As pain and anger roared into his head, he shouted, and then the table soared through the air and slammed into the men.
There was a number of thunks, and the men went down with the table on top.
And Nate sank down with his hands against his thigh, trying to stem the blood pulsing out from between his fingers. “Ow.”
Okay that was impressive. Motoko was beginning to think she was vastly underpowered in this new world. Still, she slid closer to Nate. Can you do that again, but two meters to the left?
Nate breathed slow, and nodded to himself. Y-yes. He closed his eyes and reached out, feeling where the bad guys were, and then thrust with his mind, outward, slamming another table through the air, this one arcing and spinning a little less under control, but still slamming into the targets with stunning force.
And Nate slumped down, pale, teeth gritted, near passing out, the room whirling around him. Well, maybe that last move was dumb. Oops?
“Easy...” She pulled him easily into her arms. “I’ve got you. You took care of them.” It seemed like he’d done that sort of thing before, but now wasn’t the time to question him. She stroked at his hair and squeezed him a little. “Just hang in there until the medics arrive.” She ripped at her dress and used the fabric to compress his wound.
Nate nodded and smiled up at her, then winced at the compression. “I’ll be okay. Hate to bother the docs though. They’ll have to dig the damn bullet out. Stupid freaking shooter, One of them was a pro, got off a shot into me while moving at that angle.” even while shivering as shock set in, his mind was working overtime.
And one small part of him ogled her cleavage. “Not the way I had hoped to be in your arms tonight. Sorry. This is my family’s luck.”
“They’re all unconscious right now.” She kissed his forehead. “Mine too, really. I must have lost all mine when I flew in.”
“Sorry. Welcome to the OC, land of cockblocking and crazysauce.” He chuckled, a little loopy. “I would give you an info dump, but I can’t brain right now. Give me a few days, and I’ll sort that.”
“I’ll have to pay you a visit.” She winked at him, then stood carefully as police and paramedics arrived. She held up her badge, so she wouldn’t end up shot. “We’ve got an injured man over here!”
Nate closed his eyes, grinning. And he touched her mind. By the way, you look good. Thanks for the fun ‘date’. He sighed and relaxed, as paramedics asked him questions and started making sure he was okay, and the night became a blur.
“You’re welcome.”
By the time Motoko had answered questions, and filled out some paperwork - and then even more paperwork - Nate had been carted away. She didn’t even know who she was supposed to call!
fin!