Title: A Little Bonding Goes A Long Way
Author: Britt and Sydney
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Nat/Stephen and Miles/Eva
Disclaimer: We don't own them, wish we did, but we don't.
A/N: Sorry that it took us so long. We hope the next chapter won't take as long.
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After Miles was certain that Eva wouldn't attack him again he pulled back and smiled. Her face was flushed, hair a mess, lips swollen. She smiled back, before moving off of him and pulling him into a standing positin. She kissed him again, hard, and he moaned when she pulled away.
"You're gonna be the death of me Ms. Rossi." He said quietly, which resulted in a smile from Eva.
"Yes, but what a way to go." She raised an eyebrow before kissing him again. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and laid back on the bed. Her ontop of him, one hand in his hair and the other on his side. "You did lock the door right?" She asked when they both pulled back, desperately seeking air.
"Yeah." He pressed a trail of kisses up her neck before nibbling gently on her ear. "You okay?" He asked when she squealed.
"Don't do that?"
"Do what?" He gently kissed her ear before pulling back to look at her.
"That." She smiled and kissed him, deciding that that was the best way to get him to stop.
He gently flipped them over so that she was under him, her hands moving to his back as he kissed his way down her throat. He had his hands under his sweatshirt and was pulling it over her head when there was a knock at the door.
"Shit." Miles mumbled as he withdrew his hands from Eva's stomach. "Stay here."
"I'm not going anywhere." She said with a smile.
Miles smiled at her shyly before opening the door and coming face to face with Frank. "What do you want Powell?"
"To know if you know where Eva is?" He asked sheepishly.
"She's right there." He pointed to the bed where Eva was sitting up, hair still a mess, cheeks a light shade of pink.
"Hi Frank." She waved to him and smiled, hoping that he would leave now that he knew where she was.
Frank looked between the two and noticed their rumbled hair, blushing faces and messed up clothes. "You two weren't just making-out were you?"
"Get out!" Miles pushed him out the door, slamming it in his face and locking it.
"It was just a question!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Eva laughed as Miles rolled his eyes and took a hold of his hands, pulling him back to her.
"Now where were we?" She laid down, pulling him with her and kissed him passionately. This time he managed to get the sweatshirt off, and that wasn't all.
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"Right," Natalie mumbled agianst Stephen's lips.
"Hm?" It was his lazy way of asking 'what?'
"Turn right, or we'll fall down the side of the hill," She whispered, pulling away slightly.
"Right." He said, looking quickly behind him before taking a step in the direction she ordered
"Perfect, I see the front door," Natalie eased out of Stephen's arms and hopped slightly, the could ground under her feet was umbearable now.
Stephen smiled down at her before pressing a hand to her back and leading her towards the orange glowing light that seeped out of the open door.
"I caught the escapee," Stephen declared as they both walked into the living room.
Frank looked up at them from the couch, "About time, what were you two doing out there?"
Natalie looked at Stephen and cleared her throat, "Nothing."
A prolonged silence followed her statement. Looking at both men, Natalie smiled, "I'm hungry."
They both watched as she made her way to the kitchen.
"What took you so long?" Frank asked when she was out of earshot.
Stephen plopped down in the armchair, "She's fast."
Frank took a drink of his newly opened beer, "I plan on getting drunk tonight, what about you?"
Stephen looked at his friend, "Why? No, I'm not."
"Guess what Curly and Mo are doing in the bedroom."
"What are they doing?" Natalie asked as she came back into the living room, a bowl of popcorn and a soda in her hands. She sat down in the chair next to Stephen's and offered him some of her food.
"It ain't PG-13 no more." Frank offered up with a wink.
Natalie choked on her popcorn, resulting in a quick drink from her soda. "You're talking about Eva and Miles?"
Frank raised his eyebrows, "Who else would I be talking about. It's not like you and Stephen would fall under that category."
"Of course not," Stephen added quickly, attempting to hide the blush that was creeping up his neck.
Natalie swallowed the kernels with some difficulty, "I see."
Frank shock his head, "No, I saw and I will have nightmares for the rest of my life."
Natalie and Stephen shared quick glances, "Saw what?" they asked it at the same time.
Frank stared at them blankly, "What have I been talking about for the last five minutes! I saw Miles and Eva, in what appeared to be a make-out session..." He took another swig of beer, "My eyes are sore."
Stephen took a handful of the popcorn, "Why don't you go to sleep then."
Frank shook his head and leaned back on the couch, "That would required REM sleeping, and I don't want to spend the night visualize that."
Natalie swallowed another handful of popcorn, really not paying attention to Frank. She was attempting to hide the fact that she kept looking at Stephen, knowing that he was the same. Frank had inhaled one too many beers to sense what was going on and continued talking, "Are you guys going to have the room again tonight?"
After the piece of popcorn that Natalie had thrown at Stephen rolled down his chest, they both responded with a nod.
Frank sighed, "Well, I get it tomorrow."
A frown spread across Natalie's face, "No you're not."
Frank took a slight offense to this, "You can't expect me to sleep out on the couch all week!"
Stephen chuckled softly and stole the bowl from Natalie, "That is exactly what we expect."
"So, what," Frank glared at them, "You've decided to gang up against me?" He took another sip of his bear and rolled over on the couch so he didn't have to look at them, "Good-night."
The other two looked at each other confused. Natalie tried not to laugh, "Do you think he's mad?"
Her only answer was a shake of Stephen's blonde head. After several seconds, he decided to vocalize it, "No, he won't remember this in the morning."
"I am trying to sleep!"
"Sorry, Lord Powell," Natlaie made a mock bowing motion and stood up, grabbing the empty bowl from Stephen. "I'm going to get ready for bed, make sure Miles and Eva aren't doing anything 'funny.'"
"How about I don't and say I did." He stood up and watched her walk into the kitchen, laughing as she went.
"How about you shut up?" Frank offered, still refusing to roll over and look at him.
"Do us a favor and go to sleep." Stephen didn't care if it sounded a bit harsh... like he said earlier, Frank wouldn't remember it in the morning.
"Children!" Natalie's voice echoed from the kitchen, where they both could hear her doing the dishes, "Don't make me beat you with a frying pan."
This time Frank did roll around to look at Stephen, "It's alright, man, you can have the room tonight... and tomorrow, just as long as she sleeps nowhere near me."
Stephen smiled, "Deal."
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Miles had only been asleep for two hours when he was awoken by a loud crash and the sound of someone cussing. He slowly reached over for Eva, noticing that she wansn't there he sat up and looked around.
"Eva, that you?" He asked in a whisper.
"Yeah." She replied quietly, trying to manevour her way around the bed.
"What are you doing up?" He ran a hand through his hair and looked over at the clock. "It's one-thirty in the morning, come back to bed."
"I will after I find my suitcase."
"Why do you need your suitcase?"
"Because I want my pajamas."
"Oh." He watched as she made her way over to the chair where her suitcase was held. "Why don't you just put my sweatshirt back on?"
"Because I don't know where it is."
He smiled, remembering the events that took place earlier that evening. "I think its under the bed."
"My point exaclty." She pulled her pajamas out and yanked on her pants before turning to him. "I think everything else is under there too."
"Now that's not possible." He reached out and grabbed a hold of her hand, pulling her onto the bed. "You shouldn't even bother to put that on. I'm just going to have it off of you in a few minutes." He winked at her and pulled her hair out of its messy ponytail.
"No you will not." She pulled her long-sleeve shirt over her head and ran a hand through her hair before climbing over him to the empty space. "I plan on actually sleeping some tonight."
"We did sleep." He laid down next to her and pulled her under him. "Now we can play."
"Miles," She more than growled his name then said it. "we have to restrain ourselves."
"Why?" He ran a hand through her hair and down her face and neck.
"Because, we have too." She was finding it hard to concentrate on anything other than his hands.
"That's a bad reason." He kissed her gently on the forehead, then the nose, then the lips.
"I know." She kissed him hard, raking her fingers up and down his back as she deepened it. They stayed this way for a while before Eva pulled back. "Miles?"
"Hmm?" He asked, letting his fingers run down her thigh.
"I think we're being watched."
"By who?"
"I have no idea." He stopped his movement and pulled the covers off of their heads.
"Frank!"
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Natalie was slightly impressed with her capability to run across the snow covered ground, in freezing weather, and still retain her perfect health. It was late at night, however, when she realized Stephen hadn't been so lucky. He was a big man, and becaues of that each cough made the bed shake. Natalie gave a rye smile, "Give me five more minutes, mommy." She wondered how Stephen would react.
The only response she got was a tired, "Ugh, you did this to me."
Shaking her head, she tugged on his sleeve, "Did not."
Stephen rolled over and regarded her, "Did too."
His voice sounded stuffy, and his nose was red. Natalie laughed to herself and curled up against him, "As long as you don't get me sick, I will let you remain in the bed."
She felt his hand rest lightly on her back before he began talking, "How generous of you."
Rolling over, she pressed her back to his chest and pulled her knees up to her stomach. Stephen coughed, and this time he and the bed weren't the only thing that shook. Natalie frowned and sighed, "You okay?"
"I think I might be dying." Even though it was late, and he had what appeared to be the beginning of the cold, Natalie could hear the humor in his voice.
Lacing her fingers through his, she shook her head, "We're on vacation, Stephen. I'm not playing Doctor."
This time the bed shook with his laughter, the another round of coughs.
Natalie turned her body enough so she could kiss his cheek quickly, "I am going to go out and get you some water and find some Asprin. Try to sleep, before you wake up the house with your... coughing."
She could hear Stephen moan and she climbed off the bed, amused at how he sprawled out and gathered all the blankets around him. The floorboards creeked under her feet as she walked towards the door. She didn't bother to tip-toe, if Stephen hadn't waken up the house already then they would remain fast asleep.
Her trip to the living room was not what she expected it to be, mid-way there she heard someone running up behind her. Turning around she saw Frank with a horrified look on his face, he rushed pass her into the livingroom. From there he threw himself on the couch and burst into a round of hysterical laughter. She was mildly concearned for his mental health.
Deciding to take a detour, Natalie walked over to the couch and forcefully moved his feet out of her way so she could sit down, "Frank, are you okay?"
He looked at her through his laughs, "You should have seen their faces. You should have seen my face."
Natalie remained confused, "What is going on?"
He continued laughing, "That was not the bathroom!"
Obviously, she thought to herself. Things that lurked in the bathroom should be terrifying, not humorous. Biting the inside of her cheek she leaned back against the armrest, "Do you want to tell me what happened?"
"Do you really want to know?"
A nod followed.
Taking a deep breath, Frank began to recount the events, "I was heading towards the bathroom... and it seems I forgot where it actually was. So, I walked into the wrong room."
Natalie's jaw dropped, she had picked up on it quickly, "Miles and Eva..."
Frank nodded, "And you'll never guess what they were doing."
"Ewww!" Natalie sounded like a five-year-old girl who had just spotted a hairy spider. Grabbing a pillow she beat him with it, "Don't tell me that!"
Frank tried to battled the pillow with his arms and was losing, "Well, Eva had the decency to be dressed..."
"AGH!" Natalie knocked him upside the head with the cushion, "Bad visuals, Powell... stop it."
They were both laughing now, and if anyone had been sleeping they weren't now. The sounds of coughing could be heard now, and both looked up to see Stephen walking into the living room, "What's going on?"
Natalie held up her hand and swallowed hard, "YOu really don't want to know."
Frank made a motion to show that Natalie was right.
"Well, from what I can see Natalie is beating you in a pillow fight..."
Both shook their heads. Frank smiled, "That's not what she is talking about.
"Believe me," Natalie stressed, "You really do not want to know." She was laughing again.
Frank started humming a tune that sounded a lot like the wedding march. Natalie snickered and nearly fell over the edge of the couch, making him hum it louder. For a moment Stephen was afraid that she had told him about what they had done earlier while being outside, but after several seconds passed he really didn't believe that was what they were laughing about.
"Eva..." Natalie wheezed, "a-and..." Another fit of laughter stopped her words.
"Miles..." Frank croaked.
At this time, Frank found it in his power to return her blows with a pillow of his own. Sadly, with a wild yelp, she flipped over the edge... her legs resting in the spot where her butt had once been and her back against the side of her couch. The only thing that was keeping her balanced was her upper back and shoulders. This only made her laugh harder.
Stephen pieced everything together, then coughed. "That is disturbing."
Natalie was attempting to straighten herself up, but the only thing she could managed to do was kick her legs wildly and attepmt to talk. The fact that her jaw was being pressed to her chest.Her 'help me' sounded a lot like 'Kelpie'.
Walking over to her tiredly, Stephen reached down and lifted her off the floor, "I guess you aren't going to get me water after her."
Natalie swayed slightly and nearly leaned agianst him, a large smile on her face, "You can get it."
This earned a wondering look from Frank, "Water?"
"Stephen's sick," Natalie said it like she was telling a dark secret.
The topic of their discussion rolled his eyes, "I'll be fine."
Frank stood up wagging his finger, "Plenty of fluids and Asprin... doctor's orders."
Natalie snatched for his hand... attempting to stop his obscene geasture, "You're not a doctor, Frank."
He grinned, "But you are."
She was thankful that it was dark in the living room so that neither could see her blush. Pressing on Stephen's arm, Natalie started leading him towards the kitchen, "Come on, lets get you some water." The tone of her voice was almost forceful.
Frank took it in his power to start laughing again... falling back onto the couch.