Come Together: Rebirth II

Manhattan, NY — Mickey Mantle’s

As much as Delilah loved spending time with Cameron, she was really looking forward to a quiet night at Gavin's, just the two of them. So after Cameron left to meet Haleigh, Delilah asked if Gavin wanted to take a cab or walk to his place.

Gavin: “Huh-hoo! Just going to gloss over the whole lack of bedroom thrills thing, are we? That dreadful, is it?”

For the second time tonight, Delilah was struck speechless. He proceeded to cop an attitude as he paid the tab.

"What has gotten into you?!"

She started to walk towards the exit.

"You do know Cameron was trying to embarrass me? And it's not something I usually talk about in the middle of a crowded bar with only a menu between us and a telepath!"

The air outside was blessedly cool. A BMW pulled up and a driver got out who couldn't look more like a bodyguard if he tried. Gavin made it clear that this was their ride.

"Oh I see...a measly cab wasn't good enough..."

Delilah put her hand on the handle of the back door, rolling her eyes. She turned back and looked at him.

"And you do know, when a girl says she wants to come over and scroll through Netflix? It's a euphemism."

She pulled on the handle and slid into the backseat.
 
Prophet
Prophet
Hubba hubba lol! Get it Delilah!
Manhattan, NY — Mickey Mantle’s

Gavin settled the tab after Cameron left, after Delilah proposed the different options for their exit plan. He was still unsettled by their apparent bedroom issues, and even more so when it hit him that she was just going to sweep the subject under the rug. He didn’t think it through, then, he just said exactly what he was thinking, and inadvertently kicked a hornet’s nest. She asked him what had gotten into him and then turned and walked away, leaving him to stare after her in surprise for a beat before he launched himself out of the booth after her.

She admonished him, and they were thrust into uncharted territory now. He’d never seen this side of her, a sudden spark as she asked didn’t he know Cameron was trying to embarrass her, and this wasn’t something she wanted to talk about in a crowded bar in front of a telepath. He was hot on her heels, reaching over her shoulder and past her to push the door open as they left the bar and hit the curb. The were immediately hit with fresh, cool air and the sound of screeching tires going around the corner away from them.

”Er, no, I didn’t know that. You know what occurred to me? That your telepathic friend who may or may not be an old flame, was basically telling me straight that I wasn’t thrilling you unless we were jumping out of an airplane.”

He retorted, as their car arrived. For some reason, she was unhappy about it. He didn’t even know what to say to that, except to ask if it was a crime for him to want a security minded driver and a nice clean luxury sedan for her to ride in as opposed to a clapped out economy car driven by a complete stranger that drove like they had a death wish. And how dare he enjoy the perks of the company he helped launch from scratch and turn into a multi-billion dollar empire?

She grabbed the door handle, preventing him from getting it this time, and whipped around to let him know that when a girl wanted to come over and scroll through Netflix, it was a euphemism. His mouth fell agape, as she turned and got into the car. Gavin realized very quickly that he did not want to actually be in this fight he’d accidentally picked. He slipped into the backseat next to her, sitting basically sideways so he was turned towards her.

”Alright, mercy, let’s start over. Delilah, I’m sorry I’ve upset you.”

His glance flicked to the back of their driver’s head.

”I just want to make sure you’re having good time of it and I kind of lost my head a bit because it seems like maybe I’m not doing well and you just don’t want to address it because it might hurt my feelings.”
 
Mickey Mantle’s

Gavin was acting like he'd lost his damn mind. Talking about her feelings regarding his bedroom performance in the middle of the restaurant, with Cameron standing next to them. Once Cameron left, he ramped it up, peeved that they weren't talking about it right now. She suggested maybe this wasn't the place she wanted to discuss it.

Gavin: ”Er, no, I didn’t know that. You know what occurred to me? That your telepathic friend who may or may not be an old flame, was basically telling me straight that I wasn’t thrilling you unless we were jumping out of an airplane.”

"Oh for pete's sake! Cameron is not my "old flame". He's like my little brother!"

He'd ordered a car, apparently allergic to taking a regular old yellow cab. She opened the back door, and slipped into the back seat. He got in beside her.

Gavin: ”Alright, mercy, let’s start over. Delilah, I’m sorry I’ve upset you. I just want to make sure you’re having good time of it and I kind of lost my head a bit because it seems like maybe I’m not doing well and you just don’t want to address it because it might hurt my feelings.”

"Gavin!"

Her hands went up as her eyes went to the ceiling.

"It's been six months. If I wasn't having a good time I think you'd know by now."

She turned in her seat to face Gavin.

"You are exactly the right level of thrill, okay?"

This was possibly the most embarrassing conversation she'd ever had in her life.

"And, for the record, I have never been, nor ever will be, involved with Cameron King."

She took a deep breath and let it out.

"Can we focus on what terrible tv show we aren't going to watch tonight now?"
 
Manhattan — Aretsky’s Patroon


Haleigh told Cameron to just pull the memory from her mind, mostly because she had no idea how to explain the ordeal she’d just been through. When he was done he stared at her for a few seconds, then declared he needed a drink and a lobotomy. She laughed at that, as he sprung out and opened her car door for her. It was not something he needed to do, but it was kind of nice. They went in and were granted a table, despite this being the kind of place that people fought to get a reservation. Her gaze scanned the place for threats as they received their drinks. She stirred her old fashioned around with the fruit garnish spear as he opened up the conversation. He said he didn’t understand how it was supposed to help Morgan, or why they were being put through it.

“Or why wait until Morgan was ready to check the fuck out? I tried to ask that of Blaze, but you know how stubborn she can be.”

She commented, then took a sip of her drink as he grappled with the fact that the revelation didn’t just affect Morgan, but Cameron himself. She watched him work through it, looking at him with understanding. When she’d found out she was the daughter of Malice, there was nothing that could be said to make her feel better about it. He reached for her hand, and she turned hers over to take his. He told her he knew who his family was, and what mistakes he’d made before he’d figured that out. He listed off Delilah, Alexia, Ava, and her, that they were his family.

“And always will be, Stud.”

She replied, giving his hand a squeeze. His hand left hers to grab his drink, and she raised her glass as well. He said things were only different on paper. She didn’t reply to that. The thing was, these blood bonds had a way of creeping in. Once she knew the truth she could see it all over. She could see the ways she was like her mother. And she couldn’t help but want to know more about Christopher. All she’d ever heard was that he was a monster, but as a monster herself she wanted to understand him, to understand her father. But that was a mystery to unravel some other time. Right now she just wanted to enjoy some quality time with her husband. He told her he loved her, and she smiled, brushing her hair back with her free hand.

“I love you more.”

She replied, and then he asked her teasingly about Beto. She shrugged one shoulder up dismissively.

“Apparently he’s an old friend of Persephone’s, from her Masters of Evil era. Handsome and flirty, but he can’t hold a candle to you.”

She answered with a smirk.

“He might be useful later, I won’t know until I talk to my sister. Anyway, the best strategy is to build a bridge. Nothing will stop us from burning it later if necessary, but he seems like he wants to be an ally and not an enemy. We’ll see.”
 
Manhattan — Mickey Mantle’s

Gavin was freaking out a little bit, and the more Delilah tried to avoid the subject, the worse he felt. Finally she said that Cameron was not an old flame, but more like a little brother, which was a slight improvement. Still, it wasn’t the actual thing he was worried about. They got in the car, and he tried to start over. He apologize, because he could tell he’d upset her and that was not what he wanted to do. And yet, he couldn’t just let the subject drop, because it was important to him that she was enjoying their time in the bedroom as much as he was.

Delilah: “Gavin!”

”Delilah?!”

Jesus, this was agonizing. Why wouldn’t she just come out and say it? This was probably the most embarrassing conversation he’d ever had in his life, but he had to know. He couldn’t do anything if he didn’t know. Finally she told him that after six months, he’d know if she weren’t having a good time, and that he was exactly the right amount of thrill. He felt all the tension leave his body.

“Well that’s all you had to say, thank you.”

He said with palpable relief. She told him also that she never had been, and never would be, involved with Cameron King.

“Oh good, me neither.”

He joked, trying to recover now. She asked if they could focus on what terrible show they weren’t going to watch now. He reached for her hand.

”Yes, of course. Something that makes me seem less neurotic, perhaps? Ooh, what about House, MD? I’ll seem practically normal and well-adjusted next to that guy.”
 
Manhattan — Car Service

Gavin was being so exasperating. She finally told him he was exactly the right amount of "thrill" in the bedroom.

Gavin: “Well that’s all you had to say, thank you.”

She could have strangled him. He was being so...so...British.

Then - just so they were clear and there were no misunderstandings - she told him she had never, and would never, be involved with Cameron.

Gavin: “Oh good, me neither.”

She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, I had my suspicions you were using me to get to Cameron."

She took a deep breath to release her annoyance and suggested they move on to discussing the Netflix show they weren't going to watch.

Gavin: ”Yes, of course. Something that makes me seem less neurotic, perhaps? Ooh, what about House, MD? I’ll seem practically normal and well-adjusted next to that guy.”

Delilah gave him a side eye.

"If you start acting like House, it's over."
 
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