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[sonof_ealltuinn]

Who: Ian and Moira
What: Date Night.
When: Night
Where: Ian's Place. He cleaned it. Ho shit.
Rating: Low
Status: Incomplete

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[moirabyrne]

Moira let out a small laugh as the blanket attacked her head. She hugged it close to her chest as she leaned against him. She wasn't ashamed to admit that she was happy Ian was off. It didn't help that she was living on a mostly diurnal schedule while her boyfriend was on a mostly nocturnal one. The joys of living on completely different schedules. She let out a slight yawn. "What kind did you make?" she grinned.

[sonof_ealltuinn]

Ian stroked his fingers through her loose hair and grinned, nuzzling her cheek and hitting the mute button on the TV with his toe. Captions were already on. "The hot kind."

[moirabyrne]

"That's the best. None of the rubbish Canadian or American 'iced tea' garbage. A nice proper, Ian-made tea," she laughed as she leaned closer into him and kissed his nose.

[sonof_ealltuinn]

"I went through all the trouble of tracking down the right kind." Ian pushed his forehead to hers and went cross-eyed trying to keep her gaze. "I deserve more than a kiss on the nose."