gunsforhire | Log: Coping Together

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Log: Coping Together

Who: Agent Maine and Delta Ai
What: Maine and Delta are upset about York's hospital visit
Where: Ai household
When: Monday morning (8 June; backdated)
Warnings: really awkward flirting

Maine's drives to the Ai residence are getting shorter, though whether he's growing used to the commute or his speed is creeping, he doesn't notice. He's too eager to get there.

York is hurt, their little world is in danger, and all he has is his jeep and a box of brownie mix.

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Maine is fine with that. He scoops Delta up so they're lying on the couch together, his back pressed against the back of the couch.

"Was just thinking that," Maine admits. "We should change it."

And here Delta is, blushing because it's been so long since they've lain together like this. It's comforting. He feels so warm.

"We should. God I've missed you."

"Still owe you a museum date," he points out. "How are things at Smithson's?"

Delta blushes so easily. So far, Maine appreciates it because it helps him know where to draw the line. That, and Delta's smile.

"Fine," Delta answers. "He's taken me on as a full time employee. I manage finances at night. I'm better at it than he is."

He carefully shifts and rolls until he's facing his boyfriend fully. "It makes me so happy, working there."

"Full time? Congratulations," Maine says. "I love that it makes you happy. And I'm not surprised that you're better at finances."

His boyfriend doesn't give himself enough credit, he thinks. Delta deserves to be proud of himself.

"Means a lot of great things," Delta grins. "Including insurance and days off. I called him a bit before you got here and explained the situation. He assigned me a lot of reading and promised an uplink later to go over some inventory numbers and see if I can't make the ordering system more efficient."

Of course he'll have to go in tomorrow. Period.

"Insurance is good," Maine says. "Days off sound better." He might have to monopolize them.

"Won't be offended if you read while I'm here." Delta always looks so peaceful when he's reading, and of course Maine brought his crocheting, just in case.

"How could I read while you're here?" Delta asks. This is one of the few times they've been together lately, probably because of whatever caused York to get hurt if Delta knows how to guess.

Why waste the time he's being given?

"Don't want you to fall behind. And, I like watching you read." He idly rubs Delta's back again. "Just want to be near you now. That makes me happy."

"If you want to be near me, then be near me," Delta answers, leaning forward to kiss Maine's lips lightly before pulling back.

"Me working at a desk isn't really near you. And it's not why I asked you here."

"Then I'll be right here," Maine says. "Until someone kicks me out." He kisses Delta back. It's so good to have him here, to know that he's wanted and he isn't imposing.

It's still so hard to believe that someone could want him around. Could want him like this. He's afraid of overdoing it.

But how to tell Delta that?

"I don't know what I'd do in Sigma's place," Delta whispers, leaning in to press the words into Maine's shirt. "I don't think I'd survive."

Maine cradles him against his chest. He wants to reassure Delta that he would survive, that he's so strong to have come so far and done so much with so little. He wants to promise that he's being careful, but that he has a target on his back now that Louisiana is finally, mercifully, pulling away from Control.

Instead, he asks, "How is Sigma?"

"Miserable," Delta admits with a sigh. "He... he could barely construct sentences when I last spoke to him."

He doesn't think he'd be able to talk at all if it was Maine.

He buries his face in Delta's hair. Poor Sigma.

"I can't imagine losing you, either," he whispers, trying very hard not to think about Florida's threat.

"Can we stay here together forever?" Delta asks. This man... he loves this man and he wants to just enjoy that.

And... now he remembers the pictures and blushes.

"I wish," Maine whispers. He really does. He leans back, notices Delta's blush, and can't help but kiss him again.

Wow. This is amazing. Just kissing him.

"O-omega sent me pictures of you swimming," Delta whispers when the kiss is gone.

Swimming. No, pictures of Maine mostly naked.

"You should come sometime," Maine offers. "You can meet Louisiana. I'll protect you from getting thrown in. Unless you want to." Unlike Omega, but that had been his own fault.

"I'm not good with water," Delta answers. Really, all he wants is more shirtless Maine in his life. "You're... built really well."

Oh. So that's what he was talking about. "Thanks?" he says, then grins. "Have to be, for work. But I'm glad you noticed. Sturdy, like you said." He turns his wrist so the plate of his bracelet lies flush with Delta's back.

"Yeah, noticed," Delta answers, swallowing hard. The bracelet against his back, it's awesome. It reminds him how wonderful Maine's smile had been when he'd offered it.

But his own hand? It moves to rest lightly on Maine's side. Not his abs, but close.

"There is sturdy, and there is... toned."

He doesn't freeze at the touch on his side. If anything, he breathes deeper so Delta can feel the motion.

"Curious?" he asks. He takes Delta's hand and moves it over his abs. "Go ahead."

Delta's blush is practically violent. Yes, he is curious. His hand shakes a little as he presses his hand more firmly against Maine's body. "Wow your... muscles are so firm."

Keep your breathing, he has to remind himself.

"Practice," Maine says.

He wants to kiss him so badly. That blush, that look on his face--it excites him despite knowing he shouldn't risk it. Shouldn't push.

Lifting his hand from Delta's to rest on his boyfriend's hip may also not be the best idea, but he does it anyway.

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