Log: Coping Together

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

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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[protective_logic]

"Oh," Delta gasps against his lips. Yeah... this is just an eternity of amazing.

He just wants to sit here forever.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Maine grins, then kisses him again, this time long and gentle against those soft lips.

[protective_logic]

That was just amazing. Gentle and sweet and soft. He's never felt more amazing in his life.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Delta has given him no reason to stop, so Maine continues, hands steady at his back.

[protective_logic]

At last Delta pulls back and smiles at his boyfriend. "We need to find more time together. We really do."

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

"Figured out your evening off yet?" he asks.

[protective_logic]

"Have to ask Omega. Want to do that soon. I can't do anything strenuous, but I want the time."

Time, something that always seems to be short.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

"Still owe you that museum date," he says. "And I know lots of good restaurants."

[protective_logic]

"Sounds amazing. Just not now," Delta sighs. With York hurt he's going to need to be here more.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

"Then I can come to you," Maine says. "Or what about next week? I could introduce you to Louisiana. Cook dinner for all of us."

[protective_logic]

"I can finally meet her?" Delta asks in shock. "Yeah. I want to meet this woman."

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

"Name a day," he says, "and I'll arrange it. Any particular food?"

[protective_logic]

"Whatever day works for her," Delta smiles. "What does she like to eat?"

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

"Meat, especially seafood," Maine says, "and spicy foods. Which you don't like." He knows as much already.

[protective_logic]

"Seafood?" Delta asks, frowning. "Like... fish? I've never had that."

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

"I'll make salmon, then." He runs his hands down Delta's arms. "Salmon and rice, with vegetables. So you can try fish."

[protective_logic]

Delta shudders at the pleasure of the touch.

"You cook for real?" He's had implications before, not nothing like this.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

"Can follow a recipe," he says, "so I've learned a few things. Have a few favorites. Most of it's simple, though."

He's grateful for the simple things. He hasn't always had them, after all.

[protective_logic]

"Where do we do it?" Delta asks.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

"Have a safehouse we can use. It's small, but big enough to cook in," he says. "She already knows where it is. I could pick you up, show you how to cook everything?"

[protective_logic]

"That sounds lovely," Delta smiles, and at the same time... It makes him think of things his brothers have said and he blushes.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

It takes Maine a second to realize why Delta's blushing. He leans up to kiss his forehead. "Cooking lessons and dinner," he clarifies. "So you can meet my sister."

Unless Delta expresses otherwise.

[protective_logic]

"Yeah," Delta agrees. "That makes sense. I'd love to do that when we can. Sooner the better. Omega and Sigma already know her."

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

"Your turn now," he says. "Would have introduced you earlier, but her signing is rusty. Name the night. We'll make it happen."

He hopes Delta likes her. Finally, the two most important people in his life are going to meet each other.

[protective_logic]

"Uh... Thursday maybe? Would that work?"

What if she wasn't available on Thursday? What if Maine wasn't? Oh what if he choose poorly?