Chapter 4 (Post 'Trash the Stash')
Tin cans were hit by blasts of neon, falling from the roof. Fetch sat at the other side of the building, firing at them. Picking up her phone, she checked the time. It had been eleven minutes since she had gotten off the phone with Delsin. He wasn't exactly late, but she sat, shooting cans and tapping her foot anyway.
Standing atop a rooftop aside the street, he looked down at her and smiled. She was cute when she was antsy, he thought. He raised his hand and fired, knocking off the last can before she could take her shot, and leapt, landing beside her. She immediately jumped back.
"I know, I couldn't believe how good a shot it was either." He gestured to where the tin had been.
Punching his arm, she admonished Delsin. "Screw you." But she smiled and said, "in case you're interested, you were kinda two minutes late."
"I was trying to set up that shot." He scuffed his shoe on the building.
"And surprise a Conduit, you should know better, D." Fetch shook her head.
"Done it before." He sat atop the box he'd hidden in to surprise her and smirked. "You know, I like this place better. It's bigger and it's got target practice. Better view of the city too."
"Yeah," she said, "too bad Augustine's tower gets in the way."
"I don't know, feels kinda like motivation." He shrugged and moved to sit by her sleeping bag on the wall. More comfortable than the box.
"I hear ya, D. Like it's taunting you." She sat next to him.
"Yeah. Taunting me." He leaned his head back. The tower wasn't the only thing that felt like it was taunting him. Fetch was right there, but then, not really.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the clouds move, occasionally revealing a few stars, the constant light pitter-patter against the tarp.
"You really did save me, ya know." Fetch started, before looking away from him. She felt him shrug next to her. "I know I made it seem like a joke earlier, but I meant it."
"I know, but I don't need the thanks. You're worth, ya know, saving…" He trailed off and exhaled, looking at the back of her head. She turned, and her eyes opened wide at seeing him right there. "Oh, um…" Delsin stuttered.
Fetch's tongue darted out to lick her lips, and she leaned forward and kissed him softly before pulling back.
Delsin's mouth opened and closed, like a fish's, before he rolled his eyes at himself and kissed her again, more passionately this time. After what may have been several hours, he broke away.
"Fetch…" He breathed.
"Yeah, D?" She blinked.
"I like you." He grinned and Fetch laughed and kissed him.
"Back at ya, dumbass. Stay." She looked back at the sleeping bag.
"Okay." He allowed her to pull him towards it.
"You didn't have a choice anyway." They spun and she fell atop him and smiled into another kiss.