Chapter 20: It’s Happening Now (Semi *R18*)

A/N: I realized I failed to provide a picture of how Nathan looks...

[Image of Nathaniel Hargreeves]

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[Third Person's PoV] 

A woman with long, cascading scarlet red hair bit her lip to stifle a moan as she slowly moved up and down. Her gaze shifted downward, meeting Nathan's lustful eyes as he lay back with a playful smirk, his hands resting casually behind his head.

As she moved, a sultry moan escaped her lips. Her hands trailed up his chiseled abs, her fingers tracing each defined line with deliberate, sensual movements. She explored his scars with delicate touches before her fingers lingered on his chest, where a tattoo of a black sun was inked. Within the sun, two small phoenixes perched, their heads resting against each other.

A smile curved on her lips at the sight of the tattoo, and she instinctively quickened her pace, the bed beneath them creaking loudly in response. "Mmmhm~" she moaned, her nails digging into his chest, leaving red scratches in their wake.

Nathan brought his hands from behind his head, revealing the tattoo sleeve on his arm and the words inked into his palms—"Creation" on the left, "Destruction" on the right. He gripped her waist and sat up, pulling her closer. "Looks like someone's really enjoying themselves," he teased, his voice thick with desire as he wrapped her legs around him and set a faster rhythm.

The Phoenix, her arms now wrapped around his shoulders, captured his lips in a fierce kiss. "Just shut up and keep doing what you're doing," she sighed in pleasure, her breath hot against his mouth.

Nathan chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound, as he increased his pace, eliciting louder moans from her. Her head fell back in ecstasy, and she clung to his neck for support.

With his arms wrapped around her, Nathan began to kiss and lick her chest, his hands kneading her breasts like dough, his fingers teasing the hardened rose buds. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that drove him wild. He felt his own release building, and from the way her body trembled, he knew she was close too.

They clung to each other, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing ragged. When they finally came, the intensity of their shared orgasm left them both shuddering. The Phoenix ground against him slowly, savoring the sensation as he continued to thrust softly, matching the rhythm of each pulse inside her.

They sighed in unison, the waves of pleasure washing over them, lingering longer than usual, amplified by their psychic connection. After a while, they lay back in bed, their connection covered by a single sheet. The Phoenix rested her head on Nathan's chest, her face nestled against his tattoo.

She traced the lines of his chest with her fingers, a small smile lingering on her lips. But then she frowned as her fingers traced over his scars. "I still don't understand why you don't heal them."

"I've told you before," Nathan replied, his voice a low rumble. "A man's scars are his battle trophies. They tell the tale of all the battles I've been through."

"If I remember correctly, some of these were self-inflicted," the Phoenix said with a straight face, a teasing smirk tugging at her lips. "Like this one here." She traced a faint line on his side. "You were practicing making weapon constructs using molecules and thought you were suddenly an expert with the scythe…"

"Come on, Phoebe, you're really going to embarrass me like that?" Nathan groaned.

'Phoebe' grumbled playfully, "You always know what name to call me to get under my skin, don't you? That name is so unoriginal. Phoe-be… Phoe-nix… haha, you're so smart," she said mockingly.

Nathan only chuckled, pulling her into a big hug and kissing her forehead. "Hey, you know I do it because I love you."

Phoebe's face turned bright red, and she muttered something under her breath.

"What was that?" Nathan asked, exaggerating his confusion. "I couldn't hear you. I can read minds, not whispers."

"I said I love you too! There, happy?" she blurted out, her face now matching the color of her hair.

"Hahaha, you're so adorable. We've been together for four years, and you still get easily embarrassed," he teased.

She pouted and buried her face in his chest so he couldn't see her blush.

Suddenly, Nathan froze, his expression shifting to one of shock. Phoebe looked at him in confusion. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.

"It's Allison… She's giving birth! Holy shit!" Nathan exclaimed, a large smile spreading across his face as he laughed loudly.

"Then we better get ready," she smiled, the anticipation of new life filling her with joy, one of the most cherished experiences in her long existence.

They both jumped out of bed, bathed and quickly got dressed. Nathan wore black pants and a wine-colored dress shirt with one button undone and the sleeves rolled up. He tied a portion of his chin-length hair into a small ponytail, leaving the rest to hang loose. Phoebe opted for a red wool turtleneck sweater and blue jeans that hugged her curves, tying her hair into a ponytail.

As they exited their room, they walked into what appeared to be a control room, with a large central seat and expansive windows revealing the outside—a view dominated by flames, nothing but fire.

Stepping out of their spaceship, they flew away from it, the true nature of their location becoming clear as they moved further out—they were on top of the Sun.

With a quick burst of speed, they flew past two other planets, heading toward the third planet from the Sun—Earth.

As they approached, both of them halted, noticing something unusual about the Moon. Luther was still there, completely oblivious to what was happening. 

Nathan rolled his eyes, sighed, and then flew toward the Moon, with Phoebe following close behind.

They approached a small base on the lunar surface and knocked on the door. Nathan peered inside, seeing Luther moving around in confusion and excitement, thinking he had discovered another alien. But when Luther checked the cameras, all he saw was Nathan casually standing on the Moon, without a spacesuit, waving with an awkward smile.

Luther quickly put on his spacesuit and met Nathan outside. "Nathan!? What are you doing here?"

Nathan opened his mouth to speak but then grabbed his throat, pretending to choke, his face turning blue, then purple, as his eyes rolled back and he floated lifelessly in front of Luther.

Luther just stared at him with a straight face. "It's not funny, and it wasn't funny the first time you did it."

Nathan burst into laughter, standing up straight. "Hahahaha! Yes, it was! You started crying! That was hilarious!"

Phoebe, standing next to him, cleared her throat loudly, giving Nathan a stern look. He immediately straightened up, putting on a neutral expression with his hands in his pockets.

"Thank you, Lady Phoenix," Luther sighed, shaking his head.

Phoebe smiled and nodded before turning to Nathan. "See? That's how you should be referring to me."

"Whatever, I'm not calling my girl 'Lady Phoenix,'" Nathan muttered.

"So, why the visit?" Luther asked, still puzzled by their sudden appearance.

"We've come to pick you up," Nathan said, giving him two thumbs up.

"Pick up for what? You know I can't leave my station…" Luther began, but Nathan interrupted with a smirk.

"Not even for Allison, who's giving birth right now?"

Luther's eyes widened in shock. "IT'S HAPPENING NOW!?"

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