Log: Security

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

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.

Comments

[protective_logic]

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."

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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."

[protective_logic]

"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.

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

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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?"

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

[protective_logic]

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?"

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

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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."

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

[protective_logic]

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."

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

Finally, he kissed Delta.

[protective_logic]

"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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Maine grabs a plate and hands it to him. He'll give Delta his drink whenever he feels like letting go. At the moment, Maine sure doesn't.

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Delta can't stop giggling at how wonderful and silly this all is. "I can't eat with only one hand, Maine."

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He gives up. Shaking his head, he releases Delta and hands him his drink.

[protective_logic]

And Delta rewards Maine with a quick peck on the lips, blushing furiously over it, before he sits on the floor and puts his plate in his lap. "Join me, okay?"

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

He's learning. Grinning, Maine grabs his food and sits cross-legged in front of Delta with his meal.

[protective_logic]

"How about... we consider this our third date," Delta suggests quietly. That way he won't be so mindful about the kisses.

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He's not sure why Delta is preoccupied with this three dates idea, but if it makes him happy? "Yes," he says.

[protective_logic]

Delta beams at him. He's doing this right.

"Alright then, mister tall, brooding, and undeniably handsome, let's eat."

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AFTER YOU, MY GORGEOUS DATE. He waits for Delta to start eating.