Summary: Adrian finds solace in a woman who works/owns a flower shop, and he thinks about the first time he saved her.
Parts: 1/?
Warnings: N/A
A/N: I have not written a fic in four years, so I’m sorry if this shit is clunky and rusty, but this man has been attacking my brain with daydreams ever since my friend showed him to me. It’s literally such a problem, but I love him so much. But black girls and femmes that like Adrian Chase: THIS IS FOR YOU.
Also this fic is inspired by the song My Love by Maye (it’ll show up in the fic later I promise, this just turned out to be longer than I anticipated, but just think of this as Adrian and the OC’s song for this story).
Delilah could feel the warm and semi-annoying stare from the man beside her. She thanked her lucky stars that her skin couldn’t betray her by showing how hot she felt from his gaze.
“Adrian…” She started out saying.
“Yes?” He responded. It was like he was in a trance while looking at her. One of his favorite things to do while visiting her at the shop was just simply watching her work. She took such good care of the plants in the shop. He often thought about how good she would be tending to his wounds after combat. Just the mere thought of it made him blush.
But, he wouldn’t think of telling Delilah that side of his life. Out of anyone in his life, he treasured her the most. She was the one peaceful thing about his crazy life.
“Could you stop staring at me?” Delilah chuckled. “You’re creeping me the fuck out.”
“I’m sorry, okay! You’re just pretty when you work. Who knew someone being so careful with plants like their own children could be so…entertaining.” He thought of saying “cute”, but maaaaaybe he was doing a little much. Little did he know she didn’t mind.
Delilah stopped pruning a flower and stood up, an annoyed smirk on her face.
“They are absolutely my babies! I tend to them and take care of them, not only because it’s my job, I’ll have you know, but also because they’re for others. People come into my shop and buy them to make those they love happy, smile a little brighter, and make their lives smell just a little bit better.” Delilah paused and put her hands on her face, looked at Adrian, and exhaled.
“That is my impact on people’s lives. Through my children, Adrian, and it’s high time you understood that.” Adrian’s smile on his face was huge, from ear to ear. He laughed hearing Delilah talk about her plants because she listened to him rant about his interests. Whenever he had a DND tournament on the weekends, or if he had a bad day at Fennel Fields, if his shift permitted, he’d come over to her shop, and complain to her.
They found comfort in each other and flirted with one another constantly, but neither would make a move. Adrian was too much of a scaredy cat despite how much Delilah wanted him to say something. She knew how he felt, but she knew this nerdy white boy was too shy to be that forward. So, in that case, she took the endless flirting.
There was no harm in it. Right?
However, little did she know, she had been on Adrian’s mind since he saved her life two months ago.
The cool brisk air hardly affected Adrian on his patrol night as Vigilante. It had been slow since Chris couldn’t be with him.
“I can’t come out tonight. I’m gonna fuck this really hot chick! Sorry!” Peacemaker texted.
Vigilante groaned as he replied, “You can have sex any time. You don’t want to fight crime with me instead?”
“Dude, she has the biggest tits I’ve ever seen! And we bonded over glam rock. Hell no, I’m not passing this up.”
“Whatever.” Vigilante passive-aggressively scoffed. He didn’t text his best bud back. He was too PO’d to do so.
The masked man was swinging his machete around looking for criminals to kill. He had been surveying the streets for almost two hours, and no crime had occurred. Vigilante became to turn around until he heard a noise. His feet froze as his ears perked up and listened.
It sounded like someone was struggling with something. A manic grin spread across his face.
“Finally!” And he sprang into action. He ran a block to find a young black woman in a trench coat and braided hair struggling with her purse from a man in a ski mask.
“Give me my purse back, you fucker!” She exclaimed.
The criminal huffed, saying, “Fuck you. It’s mine now!” The large man tried to swing at her, but thankfully, she moved out of the way just in time. With one more swift tug, he snatched her purse.
“Hey! Somebody- oh my god.” She started, but then she saw Vigilante beside her.
“Don’t worry, ma’am! He’s not getting away from me!” His voice cracked trying to be reassuring to the woman, but his adrenaline was high and his blood was pumping. This was the thrill he needed tonight.
He caught up to the dirty criminal and got him by the jacket. Vigilante relished in his fist’s impact on the man’s jaw, making him stop in his tracks. Groaning, he fell to the ground, dropping the lady’s purse.
The superhero began pummeling the masked criminal repeatedly, each strike better than the last and making the culprit’s face bloodier and bloodier. While in the middle of beating the man black and blue, Vigilante heard footsteps approach him.
It was the young woman.
She stopped where the two men were and picked up her purse. She looked at Vigilante square in the face and said blankly, “Don’t kill the bastard just yet. Let me get a few licks in myself. I just bought this fucking purse.”
Adrian’s green eyes, which were shielded by his red visor, bore into her. The young brown skinned woman in a beige trench coat, with manicured hands, black boots, chiseled jaw, and soft features. If Adrian wasn’t in his Vigilante get up, she’d never go for him, he thought.
She’s much too hot for him.
“Hello? Mr. Vigilante? Can I kick this man?” Her question brought him back from his reverie. Vigilante paused for a moment. A second later, he started laughing. Hard. Like belly-aching laughter. He had never had someone he saved want to immediately hurt their captor. Most of them were usually too petrified to move.
He could see the anger and irritation in this girl’s eyes, and it turned him on.
“Ye-yeah! By all means!” Vigilante said in-between laughs. The girl’s foot landed a swift kick to the man’s temple, who was already groaning and crying. She did it a couple more times, making his breathing incredibly labored and weak.
“Yeah, that’s what you get for stealing my purse, you son of a bitch!” Her deep brown eyes turned to the masked hero.
“Alright. Finish him off. I’ve had my fill.” Vigilante took out his machete on his back, ready to turn the criminal into mince meat. He faced the brown skinned girl.
“Uh, it’s about to get pretty ugly. You might want to look away.”
“O-oh right.” She muttered. The young woman turned around while Vigilante struck the attacker in the head with the knife, the squelching noise making the woman gag a tiny bit. After Vigilante got uo, she still hadn’t turned around.
“Miss? I’m done now.”
“I’m not trying to see a dead body. Can you move it somewhere?
That thought didn’t occur to him. It was actually pretty sensible, he thought. “Oh right!” Vigilante said. He grabbed the newly made corpse and moved it to a nearby alleyway. Once it was over, he went to the woman’s side.
“Thank you for that. I thought I was done for.” She sheepishly said.
“It’s my job,” Vigilante nervously said. He held out a bloody hand.
“I’m Vigilante.” Looking at the girl closely now, his heart started to beat faster. She was really really cute.
She hesitated saying anything. “I’m Delilah.” Delilah paused, looking at the man’s hand.
“I want to shake your hand…but the blood.”
“No, you’re right. I shouldn’t have done that.” He said awkwardly. The two adults stood there for a moment.
Was that tension? Delilah thought. For a split second, she could’ve sworn Vigilante wanted to say something, but decided not to.
“Well, if that’s all you need help with, ma’am. I’m glad I could give it to you.” Delilah had a slight grin on her face that made Adrian have a twinge in his stomach.
“You have a good night, Vigilante. And thank you.” She turned to walk down the street, getting into her car. After she left, Adrian sighed heavily. His costume felt like a furnace the moment she laid eyes on him.
He kept thinking about her soulful brown eyes. “Mmm, Delilah.” He muttered.
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Summary: Adrian finds solace in a woman who works/owns a flower shop. They go out to a club together and have fun :)
Part: 2/2 (Part 1 is here)
A/N: Here it is! The last part of this fic. I can't believe I wrote this during Black History Month, but it's FINE 💀 I'm so happy you guys have enjoyed it, and it makes me excited to get back into writing again (if I decide to 😗) Here is where My Love by Maye comes in, I highly recommend you listen to it to get the full reading experience.
Also, if anybody was wondering, the song that Adrian listens to on repeat and thinks about Delilah is definitely I Fell in Love Again by Kid Bloom. And Delilah listens to What It Is by Amber Mark and thinks about Adrian. But enough rambling from me!
Happy reading
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Since then, Adrian hadn’t thought about the beautiful Delilah. Between Fennel Fields and the Task Force with Peacemaker, Adrian’s energy had been tapped out. However, today, he was driving around running his daily shopping errands. He saw a florist’s shop on his right side. He looked into it at happenstance and he immediately thought time stopped: Delilah was there. For just a second of a moment, he saw her in the window.
Adrian immediately stopped the car, a screeching sound emanating from the vehicle. The passersby looked around to see where that sound came from while Adrian found a place to park. He hurriedly went to the side of the shop so she couldn’t see his frenzied manner.
The glasses-clad man slowly looked to the double windowed structure and stared. His green eyes looking intently on the subject of his attention at the moment, and there she was: in a flower shop named “Roses & Roses.” Her hair wasn’t braided this time, it was out and extremely curly, accentuated with a bright red rose tucked behind her ear. She had a gentle smile on her face while she cut at some Baby’s Breath. Delilah moved around the shop like she was dancing, very light on her feet.
Before Adrian knew what he was doing, he stepped inside the shop. The bell above the door rang, letting Delilah know that someone entered. Her face lit up at the sight of a new customer. The brown-skinned woman held back a slight laugh at the sigh of Adrian, who looked a little lost and dumbstruck being there. The smell of various flowers and plants penetrated Adrian’s nostrils while he took in Delilah’s form for the first time in two months.
“Uh, hi! How can I help you today?” The girl said with a smile. Stepping to the counter, Adrian was at a loss for words.
“I-I-I’m here for some flowers.” His mind was completely blank. All he could think about was the smell wafting from Delilah. Is that coconut? He thought.
Her hand was stroking the Baby’s Breath that she had just been working on absentmindedly as she responded with, “Yeah, we’re a flower shop. What do you need?” Adrian needed to come up with a lie fast. He straightened himself and cleared his throat.
“I’m visiting my mom today and I wanted to buy her flowers!” He tried to turn his charm on, but his awkwardness shined through. Delilah relaxed her customer service smile into a genuine one at the mention of his mother.
“That’s so sweet. You’re a great son to her.” Adrian inwardly had a twinge of self-loathing for using his mother as a pick-up line, but he couldn’t think of anything else.
“What kind of flowers would you like? Take your pick.” Delilah turned around and began pointing at various greenery, but Adrian couldn’t focus. He was too busy staring at what her apron didn’t cover: the back of her t-shirt which showed her defined waist that tapered down to her jeans that showed off her ample backside. The man cocked his head to the side to get a better look before he went back to Delilah naming different flowers.”
“...we also have chrysanthemums, carnations…”
Adrian’s ears piqued up. “Carnations! My mom adores those. Give me a bouquet please.” He put his hands in his pockets. His hands brought out his wallet ready to pay. Delilah started cutting the flowers and soon started to make the arrangement. While doing so, she racked her mind about the nerdy white boy in front of her. She couldn’t help but admit he was kind of cute, in a dorky and handsome sort of way. She squinted her eyes at him while still putting his bouquet together.
“Have we met before?” She asked him. “I get a familiar vibe from you.” Adrian nervously chuckled.
“Oh no! Just have one of those familiar faces I guess.” There was an awkward pause.
“Besides, if we met before, I wouldn’t be able to forget a cute face like yours.”
Delilah blushed while she rang him up. She sheepishly laughed, “Thanks. That’ll be $11.95.” With a grin on his face, Adrian paid the girl and left.
-
Delilah loved seeing the excitement in his face, mouthing off about whatever he was happy about. But, she did realize she liked the little shit, however, she knew that he would never make a damn move. Even though he was a good-looking guy (whether he believed that or not), he couldn’t be forward. So Delilah decided to pose a question.
“Hey, Adrian…” She started, looking at the glasses-clad man. He straightened up a little. Delilah had a mischievous smile that he hardly saw on her, but when he did, he knew it was trouble. Well, at least trouble that he liked.
“Yeah, what is it?”
“You wanna go dancing?” Adrian stiffened, his face getting red hot.
“I don’t know how to dance, but sure?” Delilah’s laugh tinkled in Adrian’s ears. He could hear it all day long. She walked around to get a certain flower for an order that was called in a while ago as she continued her thought.
“So? Don’t you feel good when you just simply move to music? Go wherever your body takes you?”
Adrian nodded, knowing that she had a point. “Yeah.”
Delilah moved her hand on top of his, and Adrian could feel his whole body get warm. “Then, come dance with me, Chase. You might just surprise yourself.”
The brunette laughed and scoffed. “Yeah, you wish! You’ll see how much of a horrible dancer I am.” The curly-haired girl laughed at him.
“Dude, just focus on having fun. I promise I’ll show you a good time.”
Adrian sighed looking at Delilah, “Where is this place?”
She smirked. “In the city. It’s a club called The Striped Tiger.” Delilah sized Adrian up. “And wear something nice. The club is kind of snazzy.”
Adrian furrowed his brow. “What’s wrong with what I wear?”
“Adrian, sweetheart, I don’t mean to talk about your style, but you dress like a dad going on his morning walk.” Delilah giggled.
The man crossed his arms. “I don’t dress like an old man.” Delilah’s only response was her cackling.
“What time are we heading out?” Adrian asked.
“Mm, pick me up around 10!” Delilah chirped. Adrian paused for a moment, slight tension in the air. His next response was on the tip of his tongue, but he was so nervous to say it.
“Okay, it’s a date.” He remarked. Adrian looked up as he waited for Delilah’s response. He could feel himself sweat.
Delilah cocked her head a tad and smirked. “Yeah. It is.”
-
On the way to Delilah’s place, Adrian couldn’t stop staring at himself in the rear view mirror. Not because he looked good, but because he thought he looked dumb. His brunette hair was slicked back, he had a dress shirt with eccentric patterns, and dress pants on. Even though he knew Delilah said to dress nice, he felt out of his element.
Adrian finally pulled up to Delilah’s house. It was a modest one-story home in the nicer neighborhoods of Evergreen. He recalled her telling him how she took over the shop after her grandmother grew ill. The brunette sighed and took out his phone to text Delilah.
“I’m here 🧜♂” He put his famous merman emoji.
“Haha, I’ll be right out.” Adrian’s heart started pounding as he got out of the car. He got to Delilah’s door to her to come out and when she did, his breathing stopped for a second. She came out in a red dress that hugged her curvy body ever so nicely, making Adrian wish he were hugging her himself. The lace trim on the bodice of her dress accentuated her breasts while not revealing too much for her taste.
She wore black heels, silver rings adorned her fingers, silver drop earrings, and her slinky black clutch to top it off. Delilah looked at Adrian, her green eyeshadow shimmering in the light of her porch, and her tawny brown eyes lit up when she saw him with a wide smile to match.
“Well, would you look at that, Adrian Chase, you really do know how to clean up.” She went in for a hug. Adrian closed his eyes to take in the smell of coconut from her hair and the sultry vanilla scent of her perfume. It took everything in Adrian to not try and kiss her neck.
Delilah sized him up after the hug. She really hadn’t realized how built he was under his normal clothes. His arms flexed as he fidgeted around in the shirt he wore. His slicked-back hair added some drama to his otherwise soft face. But, she knew it was still Adrian underneath because of his simple wire glasses.
Adrian nervously smiled at the woman, “You really think I look good?” He asked. They started walking down the driveway to his car as she hummed in agreement.
“Yes, dude!” Delilah paused, looking at him. “You look very handsome, I can surely tell you that.” She resumed walking to the car, while the compliment stopped Adrian in his tracks. He quickly resumed his steps once he saw Delilah about to open the car.
He blushed as they both got in the car, and he looked at the dark-skinned girl. “Thanks, Del. I really appreciate it. I feel kinda dumb in this get-up.”
“You really shouldn’t.” She replied.
“No! Let me do it.”
The brunette turned to her. “You look really beautiful though.” He held her stare for a moment before he could see her reach for his phone on the dashboard. His eyes widened.
Delilah smirked, “What do you have to hide, Chase?”
He handed her his phone. “Mm, Fennel Fields’ top secrets.”
“Riiight…” She responded. Delilah side-eyed him while she put in the address for the club.
“Thanks for the compliment, by the way. I haven’t gone out in ages, so I need this tonight.”
Adrian chuckled. “I promise to try and not make a fool of myself so you can have a good time.” There was a moment of comfortable silence between the two adults before anyone said anything.
“Why do you use that mermaid emoji so much?”
“Excuse me? He is a merman!”
Delilah laughed. “A merman. I’m sorry.”
“Like I tell you and my best friend, Chris, that merman emoji is holistic.” Delilah let out a huge laugh.
“Holistic?”
“Yes, it’s good for any mood.”
“Okay, if you say so.” Delilah tried to stop laughing. “Also, when are you going to introduce me to your friend, Chris? You never shut up about him.”
Adrian’s smile faltered a bit. “I’m not sure. He kind of says the wrong thing to people.”
“Oh, like you?”
“I say the wrong things to people?” He questioned her.
Delilah scoffed. “Yes. Yes, you do. You don’t get social cues, man.”
Adrian slowly nodded. “I suppose you have a point.” Delilah just looked at him.
“Chris will just embarrass me…and I care about you too much to subject you to him.” That was about half a lie. Yes, Adrian did care about Delilah, but also he couldn’t let Chris say the wrong thing to reveal what they do.
Delilah shifted in her seat, flustered, but also intrigued. “Alright, fine. Don’t show me the guy you have a crush on.”
-
At the club, Adrian felt uncomfortable with the people there. It reminded him of the high school dances he begrudgingly went to because his mother told his brother to take him. Delilah saw the furrowed look on his face, and she gingerly grabbed his hand to make sure he looked at her.
“Hey,” she closed in on him, making sure he could hear her over the noise. “Just focus on me. Let’s get a drink and we can find a spot on the floor, okay?” Adrian gave her a soft smile back and squeezed her hand as a response to her question. She turned around and let them to the bar.
The two of them ordered their drinks. Adrian ordered a simple beer, and Delilah ordered some extravagant cocktail. She was going to take advantage of Adrian being the DD tonight.
Once they got their drinks, they moved to the floor. Adrian loved seeing Delilah be carefree. They had only been friends for a small amount of time. The way the brown-skinned girl’s hips shook to the hip-hop song that was playing above them made him smile into his beer while he took a sip.
Adrian figured he needed to start dancing so Delilah (and anybody else around) would think he’s a creep. He decided to put his best foot forward and busted a move, or at least, he tried to. He downed his beer, left it somewhere, and went to dance. He did a pumping fist motion to the wrong beat of the song continuously, and he felt…good.
Delilah was smiling and laughing at him, but he knew it wasn’t malicious, thinking he looked dumb. Adrian knew she liked seeing him finally having fun.
Delilah finished her drink and went dancing alongside her friend. She took his hands into hers and guided him. “Just follow me, dude.” She said, drunkenly laughing. Adrian could see the mischievous twinkle in her eye more now that she had alcohol in her. The brunette watched as Delilah was mouthing to herself, “1, 2, 3” while looking down at their feet.
Soon, the song transitioned making Delilah’s hands move away. Adrian kept dancing, going back to his usual move of moving his hands in zany motions. Once the lyrics for the current song came on, Delilah looked at him wide-eyed.
“Oh my god! I love this song!” She exclaimed. She looked over at Adrian doing his moves again, smiling at her and she laughed.
“Nononono. You gotta dance like this to a song like this. C’mere.” She whispered in his ear. Her hot breath on the side of his face gave him chills.
“Okay, show me,” He breathed.
He could see why Delilah liked this song. It had a nice groove and vibe. It was definitely something he wasn’t used to. The lyrics made him blush, however, because of his feelings for the woman in front of him.
And you paint a picture in my head
But I can only make out silhouettes.
Delilah dropped his hands, but her body language made him realize she wanted him to go with her pacing.
Like the poems I never read
But you write your own in my bed
And it’s how I like my love.
As the song slowed down, Delilah took Adrian’s hand and spun herself around into him. She wrapped her arm around her waist. Their bodies were up against each other with her heels making them the same height. Her big hair engulfed him, the scent of her leave-in conditioner made him want to bathe in it. Just so he could have his scent on her all day long.
Soon, the song starts to speed up, and the short time they were pressed together ended, but Delilah still stayed close to him. His arm was still wrapped around her waist.
You say you’ll love me forever
But I think forever doesn’t seem like it’s enough
Yo quiero ser parte de tu
Presente, de tu principio y de final
This song turned Adrian’s stomach into knots. How did the DJ know to put this song on to perfectly describe his feelings for Delilah? Fuck. It was so embarrassing. For the duration of the song, Delilah and Adrian went back and forth with each other. Embracing and stepping back from each other.
“Your moves got better, Adrian. I’m impressed.” Delilah breathed, her arms draped around Adrian’s shoulders.
He smiled, his smirk making her blush. Suddenly, she was conscious of his strong hands on her hips.
“I have a great teacher to thank for the improvement, Del.”
-
Delilah and Adrian had been dancing for two hours, both of them laughing at the song choices the DJ had been making as the night drew on. Not because they were funny songs, but Delilah decided to join in with Adrian and dance goofily on her own. At one point, the song Love Like This by Faith Evans came on, and the brown-skinned beauty went into overdrive. Adrian didn't think he had ever seen her like that since he had known her.
Delilah's arms were moving in quirky precise motions, yet she still stayed on beat with her hips and kept laughing at herself. "They keep playing good shit tonight! Damn!" Adrian looked at her with endearing eyes. He loved seeing her enjoy herself.
He laughed at Delilah's gestures and enjoyed this moment. It had been a while since he actually had fun with someone like this. Sure, he killed criminals with Peacemaker, but this felt like the exhilaration he had from his DND campaigns and his friends back then. Obviously, neither he nor Delilah expected to be in each other's lives, but Adrian, himself, could say that he was grateful for the woman dancing crazily next time him.
Delilah's eyes were aimlessly scanning the room, seeing how everybody else danced and enjoyed themselves. That's when she saw it. A photo booth.
She tapped Adrian's arm. "Oh my god, Adrian! Look! Look! They have a photo booth! Can we go take pictures please?"
"Um? Fuck yes? Let's go!" Both adults practically ran to the empty photo booth. The fluorescent lights emanating from the screen made their face just a tad bit off, but neither cared. They were too busy discussing what poses they were going to do.
"Okay, I'll do finger guns, and then I'll flex like a strong man," Adrian said.
"I don't know what the fuck I'll do just put the money in man, I'm ready!" They both laughed as Adrian put a credit card in, and the countdown suddenly began.
1: Adrian imitated a gun and shot the camera, and Delilah followed suit.
2: Delilah threw up a peace sign while Adrian flexed.
3: Delilah took Adrian's glasses as props.
"Hey!" The brunette whined. "I need those to actually see."
"Yeah, you're right, Adrian. Your vision sucks. Your glasses are giving me a headache already." The camera flashed.
"Okay, Del, this is the last photo. What are we gonna do next?"
Without a second thought, Delilah jumped into Adrian's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, looked at him, and said, "We'll just smile for the camera, kay?"
4: Both of them shot the camera a megawatt smile. Adrian's face had some flush on it on account of the fact that the pretty girl he pined for was sitting in his lap.
Delilah stayed in his lap as she went to reach for the photo strip on the outside of the curtain. She quickly snatched it, and looked down at it with Adrian. Well, he would have been looking down if he wasn't looking at Delilah. Through dark eyelashes, he couldn't help but admire her facial features. Her full, plush lips, her round, button nose, along with the soft smile she sported as she looked at the photo.
She turned to him. "What do you think, Adrian? Look." Delilah said softly. For a moment, he looked down at the strip, nostalgia already washing over him from a moment that happened five minutes ago. He could see how happy he was with her. Adrian couldn't lose that. Then, he looked back at her, again, him keeping her gaze, and before they knew it their lips touched, Adrian tasting the sweet alcohol that Delilah drunk earlier.
Her arms slinked around his shoulders and neck tighter, trying to close the gap between their bodies. Her lips engulfed his, her tongue slipping into his mouth, making them twirl together, the action making the man groan into the kiss. One arm stayed wrapped around Delilah's waist, while one stroked her arm, memorizing her soft and supple skin. Delilah's hands went into Adrian's hair, messing with the slicked-back curls he had meticulously gelled back for tonight. The kiss was full of passion and want. Both of them wanted each other but never knew when to say it.
Delilah was the first one to pull away, Adrian's eyes still closed, his lips still puckered.
"W-what happened?"
Delilah bit her lip and sighed, "I think it's time to go home, Chase."
"Y-you sure?" He asked. Adrian really hoped he didn't do anything wrong.
"Yeah, let's go."
-
On the car ride to Delilah's place, she was looking out the window, the alcohol still in her system. The landscape of the city reverting back to residential housing made Delilah groan.
Adrian furrowed his brow as he put a hand on her thigh, worried that she had drunk too much.
"Everything okay, Del?" He rubbed her thigh reassuringly.
She touched his hand atop her thigh, squeezed it, and turned to him. Her eyes closed a little from her drowsiness. "Yeah I'm fine, don't worry about me."
-
They reach Delilah's house. Both adults walked up to the door and turned toward each other. Delilah bent down and took her shoes off, letting out a soft groan.
"Ah, fuck that feels better." She held her shoes from the straps and smiled up at Adrian. The height difference is strikingly apparent without her heels.
"Thank you for tonight, Adrian. I had a really wonderful time."
"So did I," He said, love in his eyes for the woman standing in front of him. "I think I needed tonight as much as you did."
"I'm glad." Delilah and Adrian stood there for a moment, looking at each other, blushing. It only took a second of Delilah looking at Adrian's lips for him to get the message. She dropped her shoes on the doorstep and quickly stood on her toes to give Adrian one last kiss. He tightly wrapped his arms around her small waist, both moaning in each other's mouths. Adrian hummed in the kiss as Delilah played with his hair. Her full lips kept engulfing his in their shared kiss, he adored the feeling of her lips drowning him in it. He never wanted it to end.
"I have been waiting to do that for so, so long Delilah," He said as he peppered kisses down her neck. He softly groaned at the way her skin felt against his lips. Soft, sweet-smelling mixed with the sweat from all of the dancing, and so tender.
"Y-you have?" She softly said, a moan escaping her mouth as Adrian slowed down his pacing to give her passionate kisses on her neck.
"Yes. Ever since the first time I saw you in the window of the store. You're gorgeous, Del, and you make me so happy." There goes that warm feeling between her legs again. She needed a clear head to really enjoy this. It took everything in her to pull away.
"Okay, Adrian," She started to say, mid-moan in her mouth. "I think the alcohol is getting to me. I need to go inside and sleep right now." Delilah laughed as she saw Adrian pout slightly with his arms still wrapped around her.
She paused, looking at his muscles, caged within his shirt. "We can talk about all of this tomorrow, okay?" The brunette straightened up and cleared his throat.
"Y-yeah. Yes, we definitely can." His blush was still on his face.
"And look! We still need to decide who gets what photos from the strip." She turned to scramble in her purse for the memento that was taken an hour ago. She looked at it lovingly.
"Here, I'll rip it so you can have the second half, and I'll have the first. How's that sound?"
Adrian said nothing but nodded while Delilah folded it gingerly back and forth as she ripped it. She turned to him and gave him the second half, her deep brown eyes looked big and brightly at him.
"I love it. Thank you," Adrian almost whispered to her with a smile. His sharp canines mixed with his smile lines sent shivers to all parts of Delilah's body.
"Okay, I'm gonna go now. I'll let you get some sleep, Del. I'll see you soon. I don't know maybe tomorrow if my shift isn't too crazy, I'll stop by and we can talk and-" He didn't know why he was rambling, but he couldn't stop.
"Adrian, it's cool. Don't worry about it. I know you'll make time for me." Delilah winked at him while stepping on the threshold of her house.
"Okay. Okay cool, yeah. Definitely." His green eyes couldn't stray away from Delilah's form if he wanted to, but he needed to go home and rest too. He needed to sleep off tonight and process what had happened.
Adrian turned away as Delilah's front door shut, a smile on his face and a fist pump in the air. He floated to the car on Cloud 9.
He wondered if it was too soon to ask her to be his girlfriend already.
Summary: A college student has an intereting encounter at a Blur concert.
Word Count: 2088
A/N: Here I was thinking, I was done writing for this man, but I guess not! I wanted to write this all in one go, but I wanted to make this a two parter just because 😂 I didn’t edit this shit at all. So if it has typos (which it probably will) I’m sorry y’all.
Warning: Mild sexual situations and flirting. That’s all.
“Desiree, please come to the concert with me next week. I don't want to take anybody else.”
“Mina, you know I don't like them. I mean they're...okay…”
The brunette looked at her friend on their windowsill, Walkman in hand. The brown skinned girl's braids cascading down to her length of her underarms.
Mina narrowed her eyes at her friend, her hand on her pajama-clad hips. “I see you doing little dances when I play Parklife. You can't say it's not at least catchy. You can’t play me, D.”
Desiree looked at her olive skinned friend. She took both of her headphones off, and glared at her. “Yes, they may be catchy, but who says I want to go see them in person?”
“I hear they're really good live though.”
“And?”
Mina groaned and put her head in her hands. “Alright, how about this: since I've already bought the tickets, if you go and you enjoy yourself, you’ll have to pay me back, but if you don't enjoy it, I know when I'm wrong and you won't have to pay me back. Alright?”
Her friend looked at her for a few minutes, debating on whether or not to take that bet.
“Oh! And if you don't think I'm of the persuading type, please look at these faces and tell me no.” She showed Desiree a NME cover of the band. Every one of them looking like a teen girl’s dream. Mina looked at the cover with Desiree, her eyes going over the lead singer's face.
“Damon sure is something, ain't he?” Mina gave Desiree a look, her friend knocked her off the windowsill with a laugh.
“Yeah, yeah, Damon is fine. I'll give you that. Are those seats in the front?”
Mina gasped, coming to the shocking realization of what Desiree's response meant. “So you'll go?!”
“Yeah, for you. I'll do it for you.” Mina captured Desiree in a tight hug, accompanied with a squeal.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I know you will not regret it. Trust me. Once you see those beautiful baby blue eyes staring at you, singing to you, you're gonna be hooked.”
“Yeah, sure, Mina.”
That next Tuesday finally came around and Mina couldn't stop bursting with excitement. The concert was being held at a modest venue of at least 500 people. This was a special concert being held for some reason or another, and somehow Mina got the tickets. Ever since her and Desiree had gotten to London on a student's college abroad course, Mina had gotten into Blur while sort of dragging her friend along for the ride.
The grunge brunette was beaming with excitement as they walked into the venue, a calm type of energy circulating the air.
“Can you believe it, Des? Can you actually believe it?! We're actually going to see them in person. We, you and I, are going to see Blur in person.” Mina looked up at her friend, who had an almost excited look on her face.
“Yeah, it's actually pretty exciting. Holy shit.” Desiree couldn't remember the last time she went to a concert.
She could only hope that she would enjoy herself.
Mina and herself were dressed up for the occasion. Mina was dressed in a jean jacket adorned with buttons of her interests and hobbies, a Radiohead ringer t-shirt, black jeans, classic doc martens, and her signature maroon lipstick, her black hair fell casually. Desiree, on the other hand, wore a white shirt tucked into a black skirt, and an oversized jacket that hung off of her frame slightly. She wore black leggings along with boots. Her cut off braided bob hairdo topped off the casual concert look she sported.
They hung around a bit before the concert started. The opening acts were some unknown rock band that Mina knew, but Desiree could get into. They got the crowd up into a frenzy for the main event.
They waited for fifteen minutes for Blur to come on stage, people were talking to each other while waiting. Mina and Desiree were snickering about something that happened last week.
Soon, the lights turned down once again, and the crowd went wild. The four lads came up on stage, most of them a tad sheepish and casual, going to or picking up their instruments. However, Damon, the lead singer, was anything but sheepish. He had a glint in his blue eyes that came with the star life. The blonde singer knew he was hot, and he loved it.
A few minutes later, they started to play the intro to their song 'I Love Her’.
“Fuck! I love this song!” Mina exclaimed, getting into the groove. Desiree smiled as she watched the man in front of her sing into his microphone while prancing around stage singing 'I love herrr, I love herrr.’ At one point during the song, above the roaring fans and stretched hands, Damon spotted Desiree next to Mina, and subtly smiled at her and winked. Their eyes locking and it was at that moment she knew with the laugh that that boy was into her.
Seeing the singer's actions, Mina turned to her dark skinned friend and shouted at her. “Damon noticed you! He fucking noticed you, dude!” All Desiree did was laugh and turned back to the stage.
The box braid haired girl could see herself enjoying this concert seeing as she was already swaying to the music.
Later, two hours into the concert, the crowd was roaring and sweaty. The entire band was alive with vigor and passion. Singing 'Girls and Boys’, the crowd was in an uproar as Damon made them sing along, a euphoric expression on his face as he jumped around singing the vocalizing part toward the end of the song.
The next songs on their setlist were some that Desiree was somewhat familiar with, but her energy didn't match Mina’s. The brunette couldn't stop screaming and singing to the words of every song that she knew.
However, all Desiree could focus on was the small blonde man in front of her. His moves putting her in a trance and his eyes drawing her into him. Every minute that he would sneak looks at her, even sing to her sometimes made that pool of sexual tension that was between them all that larger.
The last song was ‘This is a Low’. Desiree remembered that particular song because Mina had had a bad day and she listened to that song to calm her down, and she could see why. Damon’s voice went so high that it hit the girl in the heart. For four English boys in a band, maybe, she thought, they had something to them. Maybe she finally saw what Mina saw.
She gingerly put some strands behind her ear and closed her eyes, listening to him sing. She felt a small high for the next few moments and then the concert had ended. Damon spoke into the microphone with a soft and sheepish smile, “Thank you everyone for coming. We really appreciate you. We love you guys.” The crowd answered in roaring applause, and the four boys went backstage. Mina turned to her friend as they walked out of the venue to a bar across the street.
“Oh my God! Weren't they amazing, Desiree? You can't say you didn't enjoy that.” Desiree didn't respond, but a smile was just begging to show up on her face.
“There we go. You owe me $50, girl.”
Desiree let out a big laugh. “Alright, alright. Whatever. I enjoyed it.”
“Yes! Now let's get some drinks.”
As Mina and Desiree were on their second pint of beer, their uproarious laughter distracted them from the fact that some people came in. It seemed as though when they came, the bar owner made some people leave. The four men sat down toward the back of the pub, not wanting to cause that much attention to themselves.
However, one of the boys had his eyes locked on the two women. He nudged his friend and point to them. A smile appeared on both of their faces.
“Have you ever wondered what they're like in bed?” Desiree asked, a tipsy smile on her face.
“What? No, no, no…yes.” Mina admitted. That got a laugh out of her friend. “All the time honestly. Just to be under them both, I mean goddamn what a-” Her little fantasy spiel was interrupted by two boys walking up to them.
“Hi, girls.” A blonde man with a fringe haircut was right in front of them with his friend, a brunette with dark hair and glasses.
Mina almost spit out her drink. She tried to act as normal as possible, but it wasn't really working.
Desiree was the first to speak up at the man already giving her bedroom eyes. “Hi.” She tried to play it off.
“H-Hi. I’m Mina.” She reached her hand out to the brunette man, Graham.
“Can I buy you a drink? I wanted to see if we can go somewhere quiet so we can get to know each other better, yeah?” He smiled at the shocked girl, seeing the cogs working inside her brain. It took her a minute to respond.
Mina looked at Graham through her eyelashes, trying to give him a flirty look without being too awkward. “Yeah, sure. Why not?” She turned to Desiree,who hadn't taken her eyes off of Damon since both guys got there.
“Des, you're gonna be okay?” Desiree’s eyes finally turned to Mina.
“Yeah, I'm going to be just fine. If he gives me any trouble, I'll give him a couple licks.”
“Mmm, I hope you're not talking about the fighting kind.” Damon remarked. A slight blush came on Mina’s face while Desiree couldn't tell whether the hotness she was feeling was from herself blushing or from the alcohol.
All she responded with was a roll of her eyes while Graham took the blushing Mina off to another side of the pub. After a while they started to have a conversation. Once Damon and Desiree saw that those two were occupied, the blue-eyed young man turned to the ebony eyed young woman.
“I saw you staring at me during the concert. Did you like it?” The blonde asked.
Desiree took a sip of her pint, nodding. “I actually did. Your music is cool…” She paused. “However, you didn't make it hard to see that you were looking at me. It's pretty hard to miss when someone's eye-fucking me every few minutes.”
Damon laughed and awkwardly scratched his the backside of his neck, while licking his lips.
“Has anyone ever told you that you're a bit obvious?” Desiree chuckled at his awkward expression.
“Heh, yeah, once in awhile I have.” He scooted closer to her, putting his hand on top of hers. He ran his thumb across her hand.
Damon could hear the faint laughs of his friends across the pub. He looked over to them with a sour look, giving them the middle finger. That only made them laugh harder.
Desiree followed the blonde’s gaze to the left of him, only to wave slyly at the two other boys. They waved back. The guy with the long hair had a big Cheshire cat grin on his face. He and the ginger looked pretty buzzed.
“Are those your mates over there?” She asked, running her hand through her braids, making them come back into her face, framing her features.
“Yeah,” he sighed. “Unfortunately, they are.”
“Why are they laughing really, really hard?”
Damon awkwardly shifted. “Because they may have said that I wouldn't be able to grab your attention or talk to you.”
Desiree's eyebrows shot up. “Really now?”
“The lad with the long hair said, and I quote, 'You won't be able to talk to her, mate. She's way out of your league. She won't put up with your bullshit. And look at her, she's gorgeous.”
“Hm, maybe I should give him a holler then instead of you.” Desiree got up and started to walk to the guys sitting down, but she was stopped by Damon’s hand on her wrist.
“Wait.”
Desiree looked back at him with a smile. “Yes?”
“I was thinking if you'd want to go back to my place, and…” Damon looked at her with that trademark smile of his and nodded his head to the door.
The brown skinned woman bit her lip and smiled at him.
