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Fifth floor common room, Saturday night (after the game)

After heading back to her room to put her gremlin costume away, Nadia flopped over on the couch in the fifth floor common room and turned on the TV.

Ooo, look, AKA is on. And it's the episode where Perth's sometimes evil spy boss has an evil spy boss clone that doesn't actually look anything like him, to go along with her spy parents and fraternal-long-lost-spy twin brother.

[ooc: open.]

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After finishing with Seras, Walter found Nadia just where she'd said she would be. He dropped down on the couch next to her and leaned his shoulder against hers. "Hey."

"Hey," Nadia gave him a quick once over. "Everything okay?" She wasn't quite sure if she was asking after him or Seras. Probably both.

Wallter shrugged, not really sure how to answer that. "She's tough."

Nadia nodded. "She is." One had to be, to grow up the way Nadia suspected Seras had grown up. The way she herself had, in part. She put an arm around his waist and leaned her head against him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm alright." He draped his arm over Nadia's shoulders and put his face down to inhale the freshly washed scent in her hair. "Life's just peculiar sometimes."

"You'll get no argument from the girl who got sucked into a locker for most of the week." Nadia curled up a bit against him. "You'd tell me if something was really wrong though, right?"

Would he? It wasn't a huge stretch to guess that his fight with Seras might have been the catalyst for his fight with Nadia.

He hugged her against his chest and nodded. "Yeah. If it was anything fixable, you'd be the first person I'd tell."

Nadia had learned by now to take in every word that Walter said if she wanted even a chance of figuring out what he really meant. "Fixable" seemed to be the important one, there.

She wondered if pressing Walter for details was what led to her being angry with him on Tuesday.

"Okay."

"And how are you? What was the inside of locker 327 like? I've been curious for the past six months."

Subject change? Whatever are you talking about?

"It was very strange," Nadia said, about as vaguely as one could get. "But it was also sort of fun. Like Fandom itself, I think."

"You think?" Walter tilted his head to be able to see her face. "You can't remember?"

Now there was a perfect out, though she didn't want to lie to Walter's face like that, so she shrugged, said "It was weird", and changed the subject again. "I'm going to DC tomorrow for Veronica's class."

Walter wondered if what Nadia was keeping from him was at all on par with what he was keeping from her. It wasn't an encouraging thought, so he pushed it aside and let her change the subject, too.

"Blair mentioned the trip. Where will you be going?"

"Just downtown, like last time. Only I think this time, I'll try to go see the zoo and some different museums."

Walter tried to be enthusiastic for her, but wasn't doing the best job of faking it. With her cradled against him, though, he didn't have to do much acting. Instead he mmmed noncommitally and kissed the top of her head.

Nadia couldn't help but notice he was being quieter than usual, but decided that if he didn't want to tell her what was on his mind, there wasn't anything she could do about that. "I'll take lots of pictures. Is there anything you want a picture of?"

"Get someone to take a picture of you doing something silly for me," Walter asked, trying to make himself lighten up. "Kissing Abraham Lincoln or wearing one of those giant cockroaches on your head. Okay, not the cockroach, but something silly."

"I could pose like the monkeys?" Nadia shrugged, making a note to find something appropriately silly for him.

"Surprise me." Walter lightly tickled her side with one hand, still holding her with an arm around her shoulders.

Nadia started to salute, but ended up squirming in his grip instead. "Not fair!" she mock pouted at him and started tickling back.

Walter bit his lip and grinned while he tried to catch her hands to keep her from counterattacking. Arms full of squirming Nadia were a nice distraction from most other matters.

If he was grabbing her hands, she couldn't use them to tickle.

But, see, this didn't stop a wiley future spy. She still had a nose after all.

Nose? Meet Walter's side.

Walter laughed from sheer surprise at Nadia's tactic and squirmed away from her nose. It was a bit difficult to tickle with a nose through both waistcoat and shirt, but he had to give her credit for trying.

Clearly the best tactic was going to involve pinning her on the couch.

To avoid being tickled.

Yes.

Nadia wriggled a fair amount to avoid pinning. She had toes at her disposal as well, but she'd been stretching and bouncing all afternoon and didn't really feel up to the task of bringing those to bear on him.

He really did wear way too much clothing on a regular basis.

She lobster-noised questioningly at him.

Between the wriggling and the lobster noise, Nadia had the win almost wrapped up. Walter had to take the extreme measure of kissing her to silence the lobster noise and if she kept wriggling... well, that was her choice.

Considering the fact that they were in the common room, Nadia didn't keep wriggling . . . much.

She was more than willing to give Walter the win with that kiss, though.

That was much better. Not for the first time Walter wished that one of them didn't have a roommate.

He kissed her with as much enthusiasm as the common room permitted before tipping his forehead against hers. "This is very good, but very frustrating."

"Agreed," Nadia breathed softly. "We really need to find a good place for . . . privacy."

"How much privacy, do you think?" Walter asked, brushing his thumb over the back of her hand. "Because there's the sixth floor for some sorts of privacy or the Arms Hotel for plan ahead sorts of privacy."

Nadia liked the way Walter thought. "Well, a lot of privacy. If you're ready for that much privacy?"

Walter looked down at her hand and gave a bare nod. "If you are?"

And how.

"Yes. Like I said, I've done it before." She bit her lip, but shoved errant thoughts away. "Are you sure?"

Walter kissed her gently. "The shower room by the pool." Then he kissed her a bit less gently. "Detention." His last kiss wasn't gentle, or chaste, or hesitant and only stopped before they got in trouble when he heard voices out in the hallway. "And handcuffs," he finished, his voice rough. "I don't know how I could be any more sure as long as you're sure."

Nadia was somewhat breathless after that last kiss. She blinked innocently up at him, a coy smile on her lips. "Should I make hotel reservations, then?"

"Please?" What a beautifully versatile word and answer.

"As soon as I get home from DC tomorrow." And that wasn't soon enough, but what could one do? "You don't have any workshops on Monday at all, right?"

"Right." No, it wasn't soon enough, but it would give him something to ~~be twitchy about~~ look forward to. "I'll be all yours."

Nadia grinned and kissed him again. "You say the sweetest things."

Walter tried not to sound too breathless when he drew away from that kiss to say, "I try. Will we have a room tomorrow night or check in on Monday?"

"I don't know. I heard something about the hotel being under new management, but I'll try for tomorrow night?"

Walter nodded and brushed his lips against hers. "Brilliant." He pulled on her hand to draw her onto his lap. "I think I can wait that long. Do you want to tell me about this television programme to distract me now?"

Ohhhh yeah, AKA was on.

"It's about spies. But I don't think it's very accurate. See, that's Perth, there, the brunette? And that's her dad, who's also a spy, except some people think that that guy, who's also her boss and sometimes is really a bad guy, is actually her father. . . . It's more of a soap opera, really. I've seen better plots on Telemundo."

Walter? Totally on autopilot with the show and the plot because of the pretty girl he was holding and the plans they'd just made.

But he was in a much better mood than he'd been in when he arrived, so he made agreeable "I'm listening" sounds in the right places and mostly kept his hands from wandering.

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