Pandora Does Other Stuff

Take me to church,

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife,

Offer me that deathless death.

Oh, oh god, let me give you my life.

The light from the stain glass window filters in leaving streaks of colour over their smooth skin, the cigarette hanging loosely from their fingers as they blow the smoke away to the side. It joins the rest of the pale smoke swirling around the lightshade, joining the musk of sex and sweat already in the air.

Copia is watching them as they run their free hand through their hair. The same hair he had his own fingers twisted in not half an hour before. 

"They think I'm out shopping. Pretty hilarious, right?" They smirk, taking another drag. Copia is entranced by the movement of their lips, thinking of all the sinful things they'd done together through the night. 

The tension was practically palpable as you sat next to each other on the scavenged lumpy couch. His thigh was almost touching yours, his sheer body heat driving you crazy as Ellie sat on the mismatched equally lumpy armchair, excitedly explaining everything she’d seen outside the walls of Jackson while Tommy had been showing her the perimeter.  

“Looks like you’re settling in great kiddo”. You grin, subtly elbowing Joel in the ribs to add something. 

“Just be careful out there, don’t let your guard down”. 

Ellie rolls her eyes in response but you both know from the way his lips curl in a subtle smile that he’s secretly pleased that she’s doing well. You squeeze his thigh just above the knee, his eyes darkening ever so slightly as his eyes meet yours. 

“Are you guys gonna kiss or something?!” Ellie asks with a note of teenage disgust in her voice as she looks at both of you. 

“Ellie…” Joel grumbles in warning, quickly looking away from you as you feel your cheeks start to heat up. 

“Gross”. She stands up with a stretch and grabs her backpack she’d thrown haphazardly on the floor when she’d entered earlier unannounced. “I better go, promised Tommy I’d help him with the horses. See you at home for dinner?” She leaves without waiting for an answer, the door closing loudly behind her. You were alone at last. 

Joel’s demeanour changes as soon as you are alone. He stands up without a word and walks to the door, swiftly locking it. You can’t help but watch the way he moves, all solid muscle and sinew from years of surviving the outbreak. Heat prickles along your skin as he stalks back into the living room, dark eyes raking over you like a predator cornering its prey. 

“Joel, I-” 

“-upstairs, now”. His words are quiet but firm, holding out a large hand for you to take. You don’t hesitate to put your hand in his, heat already beginning to creep through your veins as he leads you quickly up the stairs to the small bedroom that was his. 

The door is barely shut before Joel has you pressed against it, lips working feverishly against yours as his hands grip your waist tightly. Your arms fly up to wrap around his neck, unable to get physically close enough to him as you kiss him back with the same passion. A small whine leaves your lips as his tongue snakes its way in, fighting for dominance with yours. All too soon, he breaks away to leave a trail of blazing kisses down your neck, fingers tearing open your shirt, scattering buttons across the room. 

“Jesus Joel, that’s my on-”

You cut yourself off with a yelp as he grabs your breasts, kneading them in his strong hands before pushing the shirt fully off your shoulders and unclips your bra swiftly. His knee slots between your parted thighs snuggly as he rolls your hardened buds between his calloused fingertips.

“Gonna make you mine, sweet heart. Gonna fill you up so good you won’t remember anything except my name, would you like that?”

You can only pant and whimper and nod as you grind your hips down onto his thick strong thigh, already feeling yourself dripping wet against your now ruined underwear.  

“Use. Your. Words”. 

“Y-yes…oh god! Please, p-please…fuck me Joel!”

You’re not sure if you imagined it or not but you could have sworn you heard a slight growl as he leads you roughly by the hips onto the double bed crammed into the corner of the small room. The old springs and boards creak and groan under the sudden impact of your weight as Joel unceremoniously pushes you back. You loved seeing this rougher side to him, the side that was wild and untamed, passionate and dominating. It didn’t make an appearance often but when it did, he didn’t hold back. 

He wastes no time crawling over your body, lips back on yours as he makes short work of undoing your pants and yanking them down. You kick them off a little clumsily as his hand is splayed over your sternum before sliding down to push your underwear aside. A loud gasp tears itself from your mouth as one of his fingers finds your already swollen and needy clit, rubbing infuriatingly gentle circles on it before making its way to your soaked core. 

“That’s it”, he breathes heavily. “So fucking ready for me already, huh? That how bad you want this, sweetheart?” Joel’s belt hits the floor with a loud clunk, quickly freeing his painfully hard erection as his jeans also hit the floor next to yours somewhere. Your thighs are already quivering slightly with need, whimpers pouring forth unable to be stopped as his engorged tip nudges at your dripping entrance before sliding in ever so agonisingly slowly. His forehead presses against yours once fully seated inside you, giving you a moment's respite to adjust to his sheer girth and length.

Joel’s kisses trail down your neck again before he starts moving his hips, ever so slowly at first. You wrap your legs instinctively around him, playfully squeezing him with your thighs to let him know it was okay to speed up. 

The older man affectionately kisses the tip of your nose before once again burying his face in your neck, teeth biting into the delicate flesh of your shoulder as he gives you a few slow powerful thrusts, drawing himself right out to the tip each time before slamming back in. Your nails rake at his back hard enough to leave bright red scratch marks as he finally stops his teasing ways and fucks you properly. The bed creaks dangerously, headboard repeatedly banging against the wall so loud that you couldn’t be sure all of Jackson hadn’t heard it. 

“I’m going to -fuck- breed you so fucking good, g-gonna fill you up so every one knows who you belong -jesus christ- …belong too. A-and you’re gonna lie there and…ugh…gonna lie there and take it!” 

You moan loudly in agreement, every nerve in your body on fire as he repeatedly fills you to the hilt over and over again, clinging to him for dear life as he fucks the very soul out of you, your walls fluttering and clenching around him so perfectly. 

“P-please…please…” You barely manage to stutter out in between continuous moans, not even sure what you were asking for. 

“I got you, sweet heart”, he mumbles before just managing to slide a hand between your bodies to roughly stroke over your clit. It was rough and sloppy but it was more than enough to tip you over the edge. Your mouth hangs wide open in a silent scream, nails digging into his shoulders sharply as you cum hard, Joel’s name now echoing around the room. His hips stutter and lose their rhythm as his own release starts getting closer. 

“Cum for me Joel, need to feel you filling me up”. You whisper encouragingly in his ear as your body trembles with delicious overstimulation. With a deep groan of your name you feel him spill inside you, your walls clenching him tight to milk every drop of his seed you could. Joel collapses next to you with a grunt, pulling you into his arms as you both try to catch your breath. He nuzzles into your hair, kissing the top of your head softly as you bask in your post orgasm glow. 

“Are you hurt?” His gruff voice is low and almost soft as he gazes down at you with an affectionate look that was saved for when you were both completely alone. 

“No more than I wanted to be”, you tease. 

“Yeah yeah yeah, tease the old man. Sure”. 

You can’t help but laugh as you snuggle into his chest. 

“That’s what I’m here for”. 

Joel kisses the top of your head again as his breathing starts to even out slow and deep. 

“Ellie will be back later”, you whispering some sort of warning.

“Why do you think I locked the door?” 

The Seattle ballroom was a grand old building, marble in structure with pillars to rival a pantheon and the name emblazoned in gold above the glass doors that beckoned the guests inside. There were guards everywhere outside surrounding the building, more than a few inside also but luckily for Delsin he didn’t need an invitation. With a quick adjustment of his bow tie, he slips in through an upstairs vent. He wasn’t used to wearing such formal clothes, they were a little stiff and uncomfortable for his liking. (The jacket wasn’t even his in fact, he’d “borrowed” it from Reggie.) But he needed to look the part if he wanted to be completely incognito. There was important information to be gleaned from such an event. A who’s who of agents to be taken out eventually, maybe an idea of any further plans, a close up look at Augustine for potential weaknesses perhaps? The possibilities are endless. And if he happens to run into his favourite DUP agent while he was mingling with the crowds then so be it. Who says you can’t mix a little business with pleasure. 

Inside the building was like nothing Delsin had ever seen before. There were crystal chandeliers and candelabras everywhere, the candle light glinting off every jewel in the place making the very air seem to glitter. The upstairs balcony, which he was now standing on, was carpeted with a thick burgundy fabric that felt plush underfoot, a dark wood railing ran all the way round, only interrupted by the grand staircase which led to and from the ballroom floor. Delsin catches sight of himself in one of the gold gilded mirrors that were placed strategically around the room to better reflect the candle light. He almost has to do a double take for a second, alarmed by his unusual appearance. Besides the black tuxedo, he’s wearing a sleek black masquerade mask with silky raven feathers adorning the sides minus his usual red beanie that was never off his head. Delsin felt almost naked without it, truth be told, but sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the greater good. 

He leisurely walks around the top balcony, making mental notes of everyone there and acting casually like he belonged. Only a few people were wearing masquerade masks but luckily no one took special notice of him because of it. Then across the room Delsin notices her, his very own Angel. Her arms were folded on the balcony as she leaned over a little, looking down at all the couples gliding effortlessly across the room, an almost bored expression on her face. The agent’s dress was deep midnight black that flowed perfectly over her curves, the back open to show off a series of intricate crisscrossing wires that reminded him of her own conduit powers. Something which was no doubt on purpose. Delsin wondered briefly what it’d be like to have his hands on her skin while they danced before realising he was probably staring for a bit too long and decided it was time to make his way over and say hello. It was only polite after all. 

Delsin carefully weaves his way through the crowd towards the agent, grabs two flutes of champagne on the way and takes a deep breath to prepare himself before reaching her. 

“You know, I just can’t stand seeing a beautiful woman drinking all by herself”. He holds out the champagne flute for the agent to take, using his most charming smile. She looks him up and down with an expression of slight amusement before straightening up and accepting the offered glass. He has to suppress a grin when she doesn’t recognise him. 

“Does that line usually work?” She smirks, examining the bubbling liquid in the glass before taking a small sip. 

“No, but there’s always a first time for everything”. He grins before taking his own sip of champagne, nose wrinkling at the tart taste. It wasn't his usual drink of choice but it seemed appropriate for the occasion The agent rolls her eyes with a snort of laughter, sipping her drink once again. Delsin couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes kept glancing over him, like she was trying to figure something out. 

“So what brings you here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at headquarters”. The agent frowns, eyebrows furrowing as she tries to think if she has seen him somewhere before. Maybe that was why he seemed vaguely familiar to her; she might have seen him briefly at the DUP headquarters. 

“I’d like to say it was for networking or some other corporate bullshit but truth be told there is this totally hot babe I’m into. You uh, you might even say she’s a literal…Angel”. 

The agent gasps at the familiar nickname from the conduit, knuckles turning white with her now furious grip on the champagne flute, threatening to break the delicate glass any second. 

“You!” She all but growls under her breath. 

“Me”. Delsin replies with a smirk, casually continuing to sip on the bubbling liquid as if he wasn’t in the most perilous situation ever. “I clean up good, huh? Come on Angel, I know you were looking”. 

“That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard in my life. I-I…I wouldn’t, I couldn’t…I-” Her face was flushed, embarassed at her own bumbling reaction and for letting the conduit get under her skin so much. 

“-Relax Angel, don’t get your panties in a twist. I won’t tell anyone”, he interrupts with a wink. The agent flushes somehow darker, she can feel the wires beginning to form under her skin while contemplating her options. She could try to capture him right here, Augustine would probably want her too but…but there were too many civilians here. Too many innocent people would get hurt in the pursuit, at least that’s what she was telling herself. 

“Dance with me?” The conduit takes a gentle hold of her hand, rubbing his thumb lightly over her knuckles, thankful the mask would cover up his own nerves somewhat. The agent sighs, looking conflicted as she glances around at all the people in the room. 

“Do you promise to leave straight away if we have one dance? I mean it Rowe, this is fucking crazy for you to be here.”

Delsin breaks into the most dazzling grin she’s ever seen, almost causing her to forget how to breathe for a second. 

“One dance and I’m outta here, no one will ever know”. 

Delsin pushes his luck to kiss the back of her hand before leading her through the crowd, down the stairs and onto the dance floor, leaving their half empty champagne flutes on the tray of a conveniently passing waiter. He places his arm around her waist, pulling her in close as she rolls her eyes but she couldn’t stop the small smile that appeared on her lips. 

“Should I mention now I’ve never danced like this before?” He sheepishly admits as they start to do some sort of waltzing steps to the flow and sway of the classical music that was playing from a large orchestra. 

“Why am I not surprised?” The agent laughs. “Although I’d be lying if I said I had either. This is…nice, though. We’re probably not doing a correct step between us but it’s…nice”. 

Delsin smiles softly in response, talking hold of just one of her hands to twirl her slowly before pulling her in close again. 

“You look beautiful”. He says, finding himself once again completely lost in those piercing eyes that always felt like they saw right through him. 

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Rowe”, she replies quietly. Almost afraid to say the words louder in case it broke the spell she found herself under. 

One dance became two and two became three as they stayed in their own bubble, passing the odd comment between them but mostly they were silent. Both lost in thoughts of each other and of the body heat they were sharing, revelling in the closeness they were both missing in their lives. 

“I should go”. Delsin finally says, leaning in slightly without really thinking about it. 

“Yeah…” The agent begins to lean in slowly, her eyes never leaving his as the gap between them slowly closes. Their lips are mere inches apart, the smell of her perfume filling his head, almost making her dizzy or maybe it was just the anticipation of what was to come. The sound of someone clearing their throat loudly next to them causes the agent to flinch back, eyes a little wild and alarmed looking. 

“Time and place, Agent Samantha”. Augustine was standing next to them, arms folded across her chest, a look of cold amusement on her face. The agent steps back, clearing her throat with embarrassment.

“Of course, Director”. She holds out her hand for Delsin to shake. “Pleasure to see you again”. 

“The pleasure is all mine”. He replies, placing a brief kiss to the back of her hand while fighting hard to keep his face neutral lest his expression give him away. “Maybe we’ll see each other soon”. He doesn’t wait for a reply but turns his back on them, jaw set tight as he quickly makes his way towards the stairs. 

Delsin sits on the rooftop of a high up apartment block, long legs dangling over the side as he taps rapidly at the game on his phone held in his long fingered hands. Something in the distance catches his eye. The glinting of metal, figures moving rapidly, the echoes of voices from far away. He tucks the device into his back pocket before quickly standing up, climbing up higher onto a nearby antenna tower to get a better look.

It was a DUP agent, higher up than a basic grunt soldier if the uniform was anything to go by. They were chasing someone, probably a rogue conduit or a “bioterrorist” as they liked to call them. (Fucking stupid if you asked Delsin.) He couldn’t quite make out the details of the agent’s face but he could see her long brown hair streaming behind her as she gave chase. The part that caught his attention the most was the type of power she seemed to have. It looked to him like wire shooting out from her left arm. Was her arm itself the wire or was it wrapped around her wrist and could be used at will? He found himself slightly mesmerised by the way she moved. The sheer speed and agility she showed, the way she seemed to propel herself forward with her own conduit power. Not all that dissimilar to something he could do himself. Curious…

Delsin jumps down from the antenna tower and lets himself freefall for a while before turning into smoke at the last minute and landing safely on the ground. He better get moving quickly if he wants to catch up and introduce himself to this new unknown agent.       

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Delsin is a whirlwind of smoke and ash and chaos as he destroys the DUP tank in one foul swoop. The explosion feels warm and almost comforting on his skin, it’d have barbequed anyone else in such close proximity. One of his many perks from being a conduit. He lands in a crouch, right fist against the ground while grinning up at the very unamused agent glaring back at him. 

“Well if it isn’t my very own personal DUP angel here to greet me after a hard day of kicking you guys asses all over the city”. 

“How many times”, she practically growls. Trying hard to ignore the slight flutter in her chest and the dusting of blush on her cheeks. “My name is -”

“-Oh come on, angel eyes. You don’t have to be like that”. He stands up, dusting any remaining ash off of his clothing and takes a few steps forward. “You know there is something between us, don’t deny it”. 

“Get back bioterrorist, I won’t ask again!” She raises her arm that is now made of thick metal looking wire, ending in a deadly point, fully intending on using it to restrain him and worse. He raises his palms up in response, a sign of faux surrender before taking a few steps back, failing to fight back the smirk that now graced his handsome features. 

“Temper, temper Angel. Anyone would think you don’t love me with that attitude”. 

The agent splutters angrily, cheeks flushing red with more than just anger. A blast of wires shoots forward, looking like a ball of angry snakes as they seek to ensnare him. Delsin just manages to dodge out the way, his body becoming nothing more than a cloud of smoke and ash before materialising on top of the now smouldering ruins of the DUP tank.

“Parting really is such sweet sorrow but you have to be faster than that to keep me all to yourself”. Delsin’s laughter echoes down the alleyway as the agent lets loose some choice expletives. 

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Delsin rushes his way through the empty city streets as fast as he can, leaping from roof to roof, gliding in the wind, through smoke and over fences. He had to catch up, he had to do something! Fetch was in danger! That DUP agent he’d spent the past few weeks dancing around, and flirting with, was hot on her tail. She was shooting bolts of neon behind her without looking, Fetch couldn’t afford one slip or the agent would be on her. 

“Fetch!” The two conduits look up, Fetch taking her chance to hit the agent. It hits her side, knocking her spiralling to the ground as his friend makes her escape. 

Delsin stops on the edge of the rooftop, looking down at the agent who was now clutching her side, teeth gritted in pain as a slow trickle of blood pools on the pavement. Ah shit…

He knows he should go after Fetch, make sure she’s okay and has somewhere to lie low for a few days but there’s something pulling him back to the agent. This was stupid, it wasn’t like he owed her anything! All she’d done was try to capture him by any means necessary and yet…

Delsin shakes his head in frustration at himself. “I hope you know what you’re doing”, he mutters to himself before dropping down from the roof and landing softly not far from the agent. 

She raises her wire melee power menacingly, eyes wild and fierce like a trapped animal. Other hand still clutching her side, fingers slick with blood. 

“Woah, hey now Angel. It’s just me. Your friendly neighbourhood conduit”. He raises his hands in surrender, not for the first time with her, hoping she wouldn’t attack. “I’m going to help you, okay? Just…trust me, this one time. Please”. 

There is pause as she stares deep into his eyes, breathing heavily with the pain, before the wire melee power hits the ground with a loud metallic thunk. 

Delsin approaches slowly, keeping his hands raised as she watches him wearily. He crouches down next to her, trying to ignore the conflict churning in his stomach. She hisses under her breath as he carefully moves her hand away to see how bad it is. There’s a lot of blood and a ripped gash in her uniform where the neon had burned through. The skin is raw looking underneath, the wound deep but he thinks he might be able to help. Delsin takes a deep breath and rubs his hands together before placing his palms over the wound, concentrating on sending his power and energy into the skin. The agent hisses in pain, teeth grit again, watching as their skin slowly knit itself back together, leaving behind a pink shiny scar. 

There’s a pause as their eyes meet, something almost soft passes between them before the sound of more DUP agents nearby startles them both. 

“Well Angel, looks like our time is up once again. Take it easy for a change. See ya!” Delsin takes off into the sky before the agent can even answer, vaults over the edge of the rooftop and disappears out of sight. 

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Delsin curses under his breath as he practically slides round the corner, favourite DUP agent hot on his heels. All hell had broken loose in the city, the DUP were on high alert, drones watching his every move, road blocks, check points, blockades. You name it, they were doing it and he was doing all he could to survive. It was getting harder and harder though, even now that he had more powers than before. (Thank you Fetch and Eugene.) But he had to survive, had to save his people, save his friends. Save everyone! 

Maybe his mind was wandering with the pressure of everything, maybe it was bad luck. Hell, maybe he wanted to get caught but whatever the reason, he found himself trapped. Backed into a corner with his Angel bearing down on him. He raises his hands in surrender for the 100th time as he walks backwards, eventually hitting a wall. 

“If you wanted me so badly Angel, all you had to do was ask”. Delsin tries to keep up his nonchalant attitude, his forced easy smile not quite meeting his eyes. He swallows a little nervously, frantically looking for a way out but not finding any as the thick metal wires weave their way towards him. If they managed to get a hold of him, it was game over. No continues. 

But then they just…stop. Delsin’s and the agent’s eyes meet, she frowns as if confused by her own actions. Then with a sigh, the wires slowly retract. 

“You saved my life last time, you could have easily left me but you didn’t.” The agent shifts awkwardly, struggling to get the right words as her wires fully retract and turn back into the regular supple flesh of her hand and arm. “Just…go”. 

“I…what?!”

“Go Delsin! We’re even now, I owe you nothing. Now get out of here!!” 

He didn’t need to be told twice. 

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The stage was set for the final showdown between Augustine and Delsin. It had all boiled down to this, there wouldn’t be a second chance. All the fighting, bloodshed, tears, loss…it had to mean something. He couldn’t give up now! 

But Augustine was fighting him with everything she had, her black jagged concrete shards shooting up out the ground in every direction. Delsin felt like he was getting nowhere fast, her concrete shield seemed almost impregnable. All his own attacks were bouncing off or barely making a dent. Was this even possible?! No, it had to be! He’d come too far to give up now! He had to think of something and it had to be quick. 

Then, as if it was some heaven sent miracle, there was a clang of metal hitting stone as those familiar wires shot out in front of him blocking a projectile he’d failed to see. 

“Angel…”. He breathes heavily, grinning in disbelief as even she looks shocked at her own actions. 

“You know fine well my name i-”

“-You!” Augustine interrupts with a scream of rage, hurling herself towards them at a furious pace. Her face contorted with rage and betrayal. Delsin and the agent spring apart, narrowly avoiding the whirlwind of concrete that would have ripped them to shreds. 

“I can’t believe I’m doing this but…” There’s another crash of concrete as it narrowly misses the agent’s head, exploding into shards that tear at her clothing and skin. “I can help you!”

Delsin is deflecting projectile after projectile with his chain whip, trying to get close enough to Augsutine to try and stop her. 

“Look at that!” More concrete explosions interrupt his words until he finally manages to make his way over to the agent, handily crouched behind a generator where he could refuel his power. “Now you’re my guardian angel too”. 

“Do you ever stop?! Ugh, don’t answer that. Look, if you can distract her I might be able to give you an opening but you have to be fast. Got it?” 

Delsin flashes her a grin before jumping up on top of the generator. 

“Hey! All mighty leader! Over here! Come get me, I’m a scary bioterrorist off to steal your kids and ruin your perfect neighbourhoods! I use curse fucking words too!” He dashes in the opposite direction, leaving a smoke trail behind him as he goes. He fires blasts of neon and smoke bombs, anything to keep Augustine’s attention on him. Out of the corner of his eye he can see the agent sneaking around the outside of the area, crouching behind different pieces of debris, trying to keep out of sight as much as possible. 

Delsin holds his breath as he sees the agent right behind her former boss. This was it, he wasn’t sure what she was about to do but he knew they only had one shot. Just as Augustine was getting ready to strike again he saw the agent’s wires rise up behind her, quickly striking to grab each individual piece of concrete and tear it away from around her. It catches her former boss by surprise, she falls to the ground and stumbles to her knees. The wires are vibrating and shaking as the fight to keep her shield at bay. 

“Finish it Delsin!” 

He’s only too happy to dive at her with everything he’s got, hands grabbing her shoulders tightly as they slide along the ground leaving a trench behind them. His hands are glowing as he absorbs her power, he can feel it flowing through his veins, concrete shards now coating his arms like armour. He scrambles to his feet, staring down at the woman who had tried to take everything from him. Delsin knew what he had to do. 

He uses Augustine’s own powers against her, coating her in a cocoon of painful concrete as her shrieks are finally muffled by the stone. The only part of her that was now visible was her frightened eyes. 

“I’m told that’s painful”. He spits her own words back at her before turning around to see the now former DUP agent silently slipping away from the destroyed room that had been the battle ground. 

“Hey!” Delsin calls after her, quickly picking his way over the rubble to try and catch up. The former agent seems to have vanished once he reaches the street outside only to just notice her disappearing over the edge of a nearby rooftop. He sprints over, making short work of the leap to the roof, heart sinking at first when he doesn’t immediately see her. Then he spots her sitting on the far corner, legs dangling over the edge as she looks out at the partly ruined city of Seattle. Police and DUP agents scattered everywhere from the previous chaos. It would take them a while to sort everything out again, never mind find Augustine where he had left her cocooned. He didn’t think anyone would be looking for them. Just yet at least. 

“Now look who’s running from who, Angel. How the turns have tabled, or something like that”. Delsin sits next to her, legs crossed underneath him, leaning back with his elbows on the cold concrete. The former agent sighs heavily, rolling her eyes at him, trying to ignore the sheer heat that radiated from him and made her want to draw in closer. 

“How many times, my name i-”

“-Samantha, I know. I’ve always known, I just think you look more like an Angel from upon high”. Delsin tries to suppress a grin as he sees the slight blush form across her cheeks. 

“I couldn’t have stopped her without you, you know. I owe you…a lot”. A quiet moment passes between them as they stare out at the city, he’d almost call it companionable silence if she hadn’t spent the last few months trying to capture him every time they crossed paths. 

“I don’t…I still don’t understand why I did it, Delsin. I can’t lie to you about that. But…” Samantha takes a deep breath before continuing. “But when I saw you in trouble I couldn’t…I couldn’t help myself. I knew I had to do something, I couldn't let you die!"

The confession seems to surprise Samantha herself as they both lapse into silence again. Delsin tried to contain his glee while she was questioning herself again. 

“What now?” She asks, looking deep into his eyes as though searching for something she hoped to find. He smiles back in response, sitting up so he can gently take hold of her hand in his. 

“The world is your oyster, my Angel. It can be whatever you want. We can be whatever you want”. 

The blush deepens on her cheeks as she returns the smile before slowly leaning in to press her lips on his.