Disclaimer: I do not own inFAMOUS: Second Son.
Pairing: Delgenetch
Warnings: none
Words: 1,531
Title: Once a Month
Summary: Fetch has her own masseuses, pillows, and cooks right when she needs them the most.
Chapter: 4-Once a Month
Every month, without fail, Fetch would always send Eugene and Delsin to go and get miscellaneous things for her that she needed. Without fail.
"I'm practically dyin' here. Can you guys pick some stuff up for me? Please?" she would always say, misery plain in her voice.
So here they were, Delsin in his sweatpants, beanie, and skull sleeveless t-shirt and Eugene in his Batman sweatpants, t-shirt and hoodie, standing in line at their local pharmacy, Walgreens, with tampons (not pads), Tokyo Sakura Blossom-Pink and Leslie-Lavender (not just regular pink or purple, no sir-ee) nail polish, and like six Hershey's dark chocolate bars (not just regular chocolate, dark chocolate) in their basket. Eugene stuffed Fetch's handwritten list of items in his pocket after they had been finished triple checking it to make sure they got the right stuff; Fetch would have shot them full of neon if they missed something or got the wrong thing. It was one o'clock in the morning and Delsin was immensely grateful that the only other people in the store besides him and Eugene were just the front clerk and an old woman behind them. Eugene was trying his best to hide his face—with his hood up looking solely at the screen of his PSP—and Delsin really wished he wasn't the one holding the basket; he could hear the elderly lady behind them 'aww'-ing under her breath.
He was broken out of his thoughts when he heard, "Next, please." He blinked and saw the brunette clerk smiling at them, gesturing her hand to come forward.
"Hi, how are you guys today?" she asked with a pleasant tone—surprising since it was quite late at night/early in the morning.
Delsin mumbled out an "okay, thanks," under his breath as he put the basket on the counter for her to take the stuff out, not making eye contact. Eugene just shuffled forward, also not making eye contact.
The beeping of the handheld scanner filled their ears as the clerk rang up their stuff. Eugene glanced up under his glasses to check the price then flicked his eyes right back at his PSP when he saw the clerk glimpse at him. "I'm guessing you guys are picking up stuff for a lady friend?" she asked as she put all the items in one plastic bag.
Eugene just nodded while Delsin cleared his throat and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Y-yeah." The smoke Conduit began to bounce his foot up and down, trying to preoccupy himself.
The clerk smiled, but Delsin could tell it was a kind of smile that took amusement out of their poor, poor awkwardness. "This is just a suggestion," she said, "but by the amount of chocolate you guys are getting her, I would also pick up a pack of Midol or Tylenol for her as well." What the hell was 'Midol'? Delsin thought, perplexed and clueless. "It's right behind you on aisle two." Eugene offered to go get it—probably eager to leave the awkwardness—and he came back just a minute later, dropping the little box of medicine on the counter. The clerk scanned it and dropped it in the bag with the rest of the things. "Alright, your total is $18.75. Is that going to be cash, credit, or debit today?"
Eugene reached into his back pocket and gave the clerk a twenty dollar bill from his back jeans pocket, then took the change he was given back. "Thank y-you, ma'am." The blonde Conduit shifted closer to Delsin, eager to leave and not come again—until about another month passed. Delsin grabbed the bag and, as they were leaving, they heard the clerk wishing them a nice and safe night and felt a hand on both of their shoulders. They turned only to see the little old lady that had been standing behind them in line. She gave them a bright smile, and Delsin was reminded of Betty's own kind grin.
"I just wanted to tell you that I can tell you two are some decent young gentleman, getting a lady's things for her." She shifted her feet, balancing herself with her cane. "It gives me great joy to see men like you. Makes me think there's still some hope for your generation," she laughed a bit.
Eugene grabbed Delsin's arm as he gave him a wide-eyed look. "We're getting the hell back home," he hissed, face bright red. He did not want to be having this kind of conversation at one-something in the morning with an old lady. The video Conduit saw Delsin's face pink a bit and scratch the back of his neck as he dipped his head in a nod. "Thanks, ma'am. We appreciate that. We have to go now…" With that trailed-off sentence, the two guys booked it out of their as quick as they could without their powers.
When they got back to Delsin's—their—apartment, they were met with the sight of Fetch lying on her stomach limbs spread out and her lower half somehow twisted so that her legs were going to the side (with her upper half still straight and pressing into the couch). Eugene didn't know how she was laying like that, because it looked extremely uncomfortable. She had a pillow in between her knees and she was groaning in pain. Their girlfriend looked just plain miserable. Eugene heard Delsin click the door shut behind them. Eugene kicked off his shoes and walked toward the couch, sitting on the arm of the couch and ghosting his fingers across her neck and shoulders.
Fetch moaned into the couch, trying to say something, and Eugene was skilled enough to translate her couch-speech. "I'm so glad you guys are here," he deduced from her. She rolled over so she was more in a fetal position, looking up at him with tired eyes.
He gave her a small smile as he started to massage her shoulders. "Damn, that feels good," she muttered as she closed her eyes.
Delsin emerged from the bathroom saying, "Fetch , I put your lady stuff in the bathroom, and the chocolate is in the bag. Please stock up next month." He knew it was a lost cause telling her so since she was just going to make them go again anyway.
The pink-haired girl just mumbled, "Whatever, thanks. I took some meds so I'm good for now—sort of."
Delsin rolled his eyes as he came near the couch, muttering something about not getting enough gratitude. "C'mon. Get up for a second, guys." When he saw their confused looks he said, "Just trust me." He heard Fetch say a couple of curses underneath her breath, and Eugene picked her up in his arms; it was lucky that she was a pretty thin, tiny woman of five feet-four inches or else he would have had trouble lifting her up.
Delsin sat on one side of the couch so that he was sitting up with his legs spread out. He gestured toward himself. "Fetch, you can sit here." She furrowed her eyebrow and gave him a look. "You better not try anything, Smokes. I ain't in the mood." Eugene carefully placed her on the couch—because if he wasn't careful Fetch would have elbowed him in the gut—in between Delsin's legs. The gamer then sat on the other side of the couch so that his legs were stretched out, feet brushing Delsin's hips and Fetch's sides.
Fetch sighed as she laid her head back against Delsin's chest. This was much better then laying on the couch by herself with a pillow in between her knees. She felt Eugene grab one of her feet and start massaging it, and immensely warm hands start to knead her lower back. Saying Delsin was skilled in control with his smoke powers would be an understatement. A relieved groan escaped her throat as she practically melted into her boyfriends. "Daaaaamn," she sighed with a grin, "You guys are good." Her tight muscles started to loosen, and the pain in her abdomen and back started to fade away.
Eugene snorted and Delsin chuckled; Fetch could feel the reverberations from his chest. "We're not just good, we're the best." Fetch chuckled as she lifted a hand to thread in his black hair.
"I'm too tired to give a proper reply," Eugene said. Fetch rolled her eyes while giving him a smile. He's too adorable for his own good. She rested her other hand on his knee, stroking her thumb against his Batman sweatpants.
It was late and they were all tired. The neon Conduit could feel herself drifting off and, judging by the slowing massaging motions from her boyfriends, they were starting to fall asleep as well. It was a good thing that it was not chilly in the apartment because there was no way in hell she was getting up—or waking one of them up—to go get a blanket; it was too freaking comfortable, the position they had fit themselves into. Before sleep claimed her for the rest of the night/early morning, her last thought was, I'll get them to cook something in the morning…
Published: 7/19/14
A/N: Anybody want something specific or have a request for a future chapter?
A/N 2: I'm a girl, and I would totally love to have guys like Delsin and Eugene be at my beck and call whenever I needed them, lol. :)