gunsforhire | Log: Security

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Log: Security

Who: Maine and Delta
What: Maine needs to talk about a few things after the events of the day
Where: the Ai residence
When: Monday night, 11 May (backdated)
Warnings: to add as needed

After the events of today, Maine knows better than to return to the Ai household in mercenary attire. He made an exception when he retrieved Omega earlier. Now that he intends to spend the night, this is different. He stops at the base only long enough to change into something comfortable enough to sleep in and pack an overnight bed.

He can't get Florida's voice out of his head. The switch from eager torturer to caring father-figure is uncanny, and while he knows Florida wouldn't intentionally hurt Louisiana, Maine is worried sick over Delta.

Once he has permission to borrow one of Niner's motorcycles, he hurries over to the Ai home. He has to know that Delta's okay. And more importantly, Delta deserves to know why he's concerned.

How Maine will do that without dragging Florida back into this mess, he doesn't know. It's what Louisiana would want, though. So for her and for his teammate, he'll keep the names out of this.

For now.

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"Yeah," Delta admits with a sigh. "But... Well, I'm not feeling..."

He shakes his head because he isn't sure he can handle being that close to Maine and not being able to touch.

SHOULD I BRING SOMETHING UPSTAIRS? It wouldn't be the first time. The family knows what had happened today; he can let them assume Delta's feeling overwhelmed by the news.

"Will you stay up here to eat with me?" Delta asks quietly.

He wants that, more than anything.

OF COURSE. Maine grins. I'LL BE RIGHT BACK. He leads Delta back to the room before hurrying downstairs in search of food.

Delta stands there in the bathroom for a while, leaning against the sink, sighing. The moment had almost been so perfect. Now... Geez, it could be months before he had this chance again.

Pouting he slinks off to his borrowed room and flops down onto the pushed together beds.

Maine comes back with two plates loaded with pasta and two glasses of juice. He wants to ask if Delta is okay, but considering they way he's flopped on the beds, Maine kind of doubts it. He sets dinner on the cabinet and sits down beside Delta to take his hands. He doesn't say anything, though. Just waits.

"Sorry," Delta sighs, sitting up from the combination of Maine's touch and the smell of food. "Just... stupid things on my mind."

Like how wonderful Maine's lips might feel. Would they be as warm as the rest of his skin? Soft like the backs of his hands or rough like his calloused palms? It's stupid to ask, and he wants to know. And he wonders if it isn't too soon in their relationship to think about it. It has to be. TV says three dates, right? They've had two. The first time at the coffee shop which wasn't a date and then was a date so maybe that is only half a date and then there was the deliberate date after that at the same cafe and if that is one and a half dates then he still needs another one and a half dates before he can reasonably expect a kiss and then does he have to initiate it or does Maine or was that two-thirds rule he'd seen in a movie been true or...

And how many relationship points are given by having Maine help him through such a painful time as this and what does cuddling together in bed and being pressed body to body and feeling his warmth, the strength of his muscles, the hardness of the planes of his body and...

Delta blushes and tries to quash those thoughts. They are not helping.

ANYTHING I CAN HELP WITH? he signs into Delta's hands. He looks up in time to see Delta blushing. Had the twins' entrance disappointed Delta as much as him? Is that what this is about?

More than anything, Delta needs to not think about the wonderful strength of Maine's arms, and how safe he feels in them.

"Kiss me," Delta whispers, blushing harder when he is certain he's actually said that. But he's not looking back. "I think... I think were were about to before the twins came in and... I can't get it out of my head."

Maine reaches forward to put both arms around Delta and pull him in. "Gladly." Before Delta can respond or stop blushing, Maine kisses him, soft and quick and chaste.

It doesn't matter that it's quick, that it's chaste. His eyes close anyway, and his hand comes up to grip Maine's shirt, to curl into it and to hold Maine close even when the brief touch ends.

Yeah. Warm. Soft. Better than he imagined.

He sits there for a moment, swallows, licks his lips, leaves his eyes closed. "Yeah," he whispers. "That."

Maine leans back, smiling at the calm that has come over Delta. He's so beautiful, even with his eyes closed and those gorgeous eyes hidden. Shifting his hands at Delta's back, Maine kisses him again, this time a little longer and with a little more pressure against that smile.

Oh, again. Yeah, he can... If this is what it's like, then Delta understands why Sigma can't seem to get enough of kissing York when he's caught sight of it. It's still so warm, and this time firmer and his hand in Maine's shirt tightens. He's still blushing, but he thinks maybe he's humming quietly as well. This feels... nice.

When he pulls back it's to look up at Maine, still blushing a bit, but with a very pleased smile on his lips. "Thank you."

If it's this easy to make Delta happy, Maine is only sorry he didn't try earlier. The hand in his shirt is wonderful, and if Delta could hear, Maine might try to match the pitch of his humming.

"Wanted to," he says. "Didn't want to push you."

"But it wasn't supposed to happen for another few dates so I was worried about asking," Delta whispers, looking away. But it was nice. God he just wants to lean forward and rest himself against Maine's broad chest. But then he won't be able to know what is going on.

Maine brings his hand around where Delta can see it. "Happens whenever you want," he says.

Whenever he wants?

Delta leans up to press a quick kiss to Maine's lips. Quicker than their first one. A peck really, and he blushes, looking away. "Like then?"

JUST LIKE THEN, Maine signs. It's incredibly forward for Delta, and Maine loves it.

He can't stop smiling, and Delta reaches for Maine's hand to hold it briefly before turning his attention to the food Maine brought. "Stay and have dinner with me?"

"Of course," he says. He doesn't want to let go of Delta's hand, so he doesn't move for the food.

Delta has to laugh when Maine doesn't move. "Well, one of us has to go get it, which means we can't keep holding hands."

"Or both." He stands and tugs at Delta's hand.

Delta can't help but laugh, loudly and happily as he lets himself be pulled to his feet. And it's almost like he can hear his own voice. He can't, but it's nice to feel so... right.

"You're being so silly."

"I'm happy," Maine says. Giddy. Euphoric.

Finally, he kissed Delta.

"And I need to eat," Delta laughs. "My brothers think I need to take better care of myself now. I've been terrible at it."

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