trans_9 | Scratching an itch [Open]

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Scratching an itch [Open]

Namely the itch for space, for air. Nathan had been going over a check list for things to keep an eye on around the ship, but even politicians like to unwind from time to time. He heard the notice about the podpop, more arrivals to meet with later. In the meantime, his steps had taken him to the Sensoriums. Remembering the deep Nevada skies, he called it up, his surroundings becoming gritty sand, and rocks. Bare hills in the distance, with sparse vegetation.

Then in an instance, he took flight, and a sonic boom sounded in the crisp blue sky.

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"No," He grinned at her, and gestured again, "You coming?"

"Umm..." Lyta says while she considers the offer for a moment. Taking the shuttles up into space was one thing, but to actually fly around with Nathan being the only thing keeping her aloft. Finally, whether out of curiosity or just sheer bravery, she nods.

"Yeah. Sure. I guess. Why not?"

Nathan came closer to put his arms around the female telepath, a close warm presence.

"Just hang on, and let me know when you're ready."

Lyta wrapped her arms around Nathan's neck, tightly grasping her wrist to keep from accidentally falling when they took flight. Then, she took in a series of long, deep breaths, steeling her resolve. Was she really sure she wanted to do this? It was going to be pretty high and she didn't know if even Stacy would prevent her from getting hurt. And did she really trust Nathan this much?

Much to her own surprise, she found herself nodding. "Ok, ready."

He couldn't hear thoughts, but he did pick up her distress. He had his arms secured around her.

"I got you, trust me," He smiled, but it was warmer than his usual toothy smiles.

He then lifted into the air, quickly but slower than his usual speed. They headed upward on a good steady clip.

Lyta let out a yelp as they took off but, as they went higher and higher the yelp quickly turned into laughter. Glancing down at the ground to watch as it became smaller and smaller as they climbed, she subconsciously tightened her embrace around Nathan's neck.

"Oh, my god, I can't believe I'm actually doing this..."

There was a throaty chuckle from him, his curly hair stirring up in the wind. Also trying not to think of Lyta's scent tickling his nose as they flew.

"Want to go faster?"

"Faster?" Lyta asked, sounding both a little dismayed and excited at the same time. "How much faster?"

Nathan remarked with a grin, "Well, you seen how I fly. How much faster you want to go?"

"Um, I don't know," Lyta said with uncertainty, though it was plainly obvious by the smile plastered to her face that she was more than tempted to go as fast as Nathan could. "I suppose we could go a little faster. Just as long as you don't get me sick."

"You won't, I'll keep flying pretty straight." He then started to speed up, but it was a gradual acceleration. Just to help her adjust to the faster speed.

If it were possible, Lyta would have tightened her hold on Nathan as he progressively got faster and faster. The wind whipped through her hair but she dared not release her grip long enough to brush it from her face. She opened her mouth to speak, but the thrill and exhilaration of soaring at high speed through the sky was more than she could put into words. Instead, her smile just grew.

They flew for a bit longer before he started to slow again, and gently descend back to the ground, their feet landing lightly on the desert ground.

Lyta stood for several moments with her arms still wrapped around Nathan's neck once they'd landed as she allowed herself adjust to being back down on the ground. Once she was certain she wasn't going to lose her balance, she released her hold on him and took a few steps back, still smiling.

"Wow..." she muttered, finally sweeping her hair out of her face. "...that was... Wow."

Another throaty chuckle from him as he watched her reaction.

"Fun huh?"

"Yeah," Lyta nodded. "Now I know why you're always flying all over the place every chance you get. It's kind of...liberating, I guess."

"Yeah. I hid what I could do for a long time. Didn't want to bring attention to it, or have to be worry about being tested. But here? Not a problem. And it's good to just let go. Used to do it when I was a pilot too."

"Why does that not surprise me?" Lyta said with a smirk. She moved over to a rock and took a seat.

He found a seat nearby, another rock.

After settling in, he then shrugged, "I used to fly jets, now I can fly as fast as one. Go figure."

She was still smirking. "You know, I had a feeling you had an impulsive streak somewhere. I mean, you always seem so controlled and composed all the time. It's just seemed like there had to be something a little more uninhibited deep down. If only just to balance it out."

Nathan eyed her with a curious expression. He knew she could have tried checking his mind, but she didn't. Just using another way to figure him out, and wondering why she might be looking.

"Not that impulsive, just when I need to be."

Lying, he definitely acts impulsively when he's determined about something.

"Oh really?" she said with a lift of her eyebrows. "And just how often might that need be?"

"When I have to." Usually when cleaning up messes, often somebody else's.

Lyta narrowed her eyes at him in playful suspicion. "You're evading the question."

"How so? I gave you an answer."

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