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Riding out the Storm	By : Lady_Kae Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Het - Male/Female Views: 1565 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Sweet baby Ray's! I was not expecting this story to get this many hits in all honesty. I'm glad you all liked it. This may be redundant, but I decided to continue it after all, if only because I was swarmed by plot bunnies with this being the final result. Thank you all so much for reading this and I truly do hope that you enjoyed it. Feedback is appreciated for that matter. Until the next chappy!
~Kae

Chapter 2: Promises
Riding out the Storm
A World's Dawn Fanfiction

Delaney returned to her farm the next morning, having been escorted home by Quint. The conversation on the way over had been light, playful even for the sentinel, and Delaney loved every minute of it. There had even been a moment where Quint had taken Delaney by the hand, spinning her into his embrace to some music that only he could hear before placing a single kiss on her forehead in parting.
“ I’ll see you around, Lane,” he said softly.
Delaney smiled as she hauled Quint in for a single, searing hot kiss that nearly turned his legs to rubber. “ Do try to take it easy Quint,” she replied against his lips.
The guardian of the town nodded, unable to form a cohesive sentence. It both thrilled and unnerved him that one kiss affected him this much. His mouth descended to hers one last time, needing to return the favor, and Quint couldn’t help but smile when he felt her quaking against him. It was then that he walked away because he knew what would happen if he didn’t.
Delaney walked over to her barn with shaky knees, smiling the smile of the newly lovestruck as she took a seat on the stool beside the barn door. Her eyes had a dream-like sheen to them as she stared out into nothingness, but only until an irate moo from one of her cows pulled her from her revere. It startled Delaney enough that she actually jumped.
“ Keep your hooves on, Emma Lou, I’ll be right there,” she called out to the heifer in question, still smiling. Well, there were definitely some things that never changed.

Quint felt a gnawing anxiety and guilt settle over him a week or so after the storm. It was an irrational one, he knew it for that matter, but it still ate at his conscience and plagued his thoughts while awake. Sleep, he had hoped, would have been a respite, but Quint soon learned that Delaney’s sweet scent was imprinted on his sheets and pillows. The smell of her filled his dreams, pulling him back to the nights they had shared in this bed, and keeping his emotions in further turmoil. The sentinel fought with himself over washing them, or even just changing out the bedding, but in the end, they stayed. He just couldn’t bring himself to get rid of the last thing that reminded him that those few, precious nights had indeed been real. In the end, Quint avoided Delaney for a solid three weeks, only saying hello to her in passing but making it look like he were heavily entrenched in his work. Quint didn’t feel like himself and he didn’t want to bring that onto Delaney if he could help it.
His mental state of disarray grew to be such a hindrance that Quint did something that he never thought he would have done any time soon. He sought guidance. One Sunday afternoon he headed over to the Maple Shrine to speak with Seth, the abbot, and parishioner of the temple.
“It’s not often something troubles you enough to seek my counsel, my friend.” Seth said kindly as he and Quint took a seat on one of the benches outside of the shrine.
“Abbot, I…” Quint began, and he sighed heavily. “I fear I’ve done something unforgivable to someone I’ve come to greatly respect and admire.”
Seth’s brow rose in curiosity. “What could you have done to wrong this person? Forgive me, but I’m on the ear of all the gossip around town and not one derogatory remark about you has passed from anyone’s lips,” the abbot said kindly. Quint was staring ahead, completely lost in thought, when it dawned on the older man. “Ah, it’s of a very personal nature. I see.” He turned ever so slightly as he chuckled as if he were looking through the doors of the shrine.
Seth was almost certain that the young lady in question was inside the parish. She had been coming to the shrine as well for the last few weeks, praying for guidance though she had yet to approach Seth on the matter. She had been there for some time today; shortly after eight in the morning, praying and singing a soft hymn of healing and blessing. In fact, that was why he and Quint were speaking outside and not in his office.
“Quint, my friend, I am not going to condemn you for sharing a night of mutual pleasure with someone. I’m fairly certain I know who it is, and I know for a fact that she doesn’t care about the age gap. When he was here last, Paxal was telling me that her parents had a solid twenty three year age difference. So to her, it’s just a number. If you’re trying to push away because you’re scared of what others may say about her, don’t worry. I think I can speak for the whole of the town that we happen to enjoy how proactive and lively you’ve been for the last few weeks. I can’t remember a time when I’ve ever seen you so animated about something or someone. It’s like you’ve become an entirely different person.” Seth explained gently. When Quint stayed quiet he continued. “Delaney is a wonderful woman, Quint, and she’s deemed you worthy of her affections, among other things. Are you worried because you don’t feel the same for her?” Quint instantly looked to Seth, shaking his head fervently. “Ah, so it’s that your worried because of what you feel for her. I see.” Seth chortled softly as he clapped Quint on the shoulder. “You both stand on a very delicate precipice right now, Quint, but to deny both of you something that could very well put you on the road to happiness is a fool’s errand. You’ve been avoiding her since it happened, yes?”
Quint looked down to the ground, marveling at how; while nearly forty years old, he felt like a scolded teenager listening to Seth’s words. “Admittedly yes,” he replied softly.
“Then follow me.” Seth said jovially. When Quint hesitated, the abbott shook his head with a chuckle. “You don’t have to say anything, I just want to show you something.”
Quint was skeptical of the abbott for a moment but he followed him to the doors of the shrine nonetheless. Seth opened up a special little window that would allow them to see inside, and he motioned for Quint to look through. His blue eyes softened at the sight of Delaney, dressed in a flowing white skirt and her favorite white sleeveless shirt, on her knees before the altar. She was clearly praying or meditating, and her sweet voice floated out to him.

Nam omne vulnus cura carne
Pro omnibus confractus, quod sit mederi
Omnis gutta in sutura
Purifica vulnus, dolor lenire
Totum cor facere melius
In posterum vocat, ita audiat
Ne ipsum Vivamus anathema vivet
Fiat voluntas fertur in sunto vitae gaudia laeto
Dolorem accipere ab eis ut vivant ad plenissimam
Et invenietis illos in caritate gaudium
Viuit aliorum commodum
Numquam enim ipsum quod quaerimus
Caritatem, et pacem invenies illum dimittam

He had heard the chant sung over him when he had been in the hospital years ago, when the doctors had been uncertain if he was going to make it or not. The voices then had been clinical, as if they hadn’t really cared or had just seen too much death and let down to put any other feeling into it. Hearing Delaney softly chant the hymn, hearing all the hope and desperation that she was putting into it, moved Quint deeply. It showed him something that he hadn’t really put into thought before.
There was someone out there who thought the world of him, who cared about him and what happened to him. Someone that wanted him to be happy just for the sake of being happy. Delaney was such a rare bloom, and Quint had to take care to not let her wilt. Slowly, Quint closed the peephole and he met Seth’s gaze, feeling for all the world as if the earth had shifted right under his feet. The shift had been in his heart, but nonetheless, the sentinel was rocked to his very core.
“She’s been singing that particular chant for the last three hours.” Seth added silently. “You should at least talk with her Quint.”
The sentinel nodded numbly. He was unused to having someone care for him like this. He had been on his own so long, would it really be that easy to let someone in after all this time? You already let her in. You’re just scared...his inner voice chided snidely. “I will. If you could Seth, would you ask her to meet me near the oceanfront this evening when she’s done? I need to get back to my patrols and there’s been rumor of a large snake over that way that we need to move.” Quint replied softly.

Delaney was lost in her own little world as she walked, her feet making their way over to the ocean front by way of muscle memory she was so out of touch. She had a fresh container of food; enough to feed all three of them as Maiya was undoubtedly with her master, but her heart was thundering in her chest. What if Quint didn’t want things to continue after all, and he had been thinking it over these last few weeks? Delaney prayed that wasn’t the case, at it would be devastating to her heart for as much of a rapport that had built for the sentinel.
The smell of salt roused her from her musings, and Delaney looked around nervously. Quint was over a ways, leaning against one of the tables nearby, and he waved to her. Maiya was nowhere in sight however, which felt odd. His gauntlets were sitting on one of the chairs behind him, and leaving his hands free. Memories from the night of the storm surged forward, reminding her of how gentle and talented those fingers were and she nearly faltered in going over to him. Summoning her courage and preparing herself for the worst, Delaney made her way over. She was getting ready to speak as she set the food down and her words fell away as Quint pulled her in.
His lips met hers, and his kiss brought tears to her eyes from the multitude of feelings she could sense in it. Regret, remorse, sorrow, hope, adoration...His tongue tapped against her bottom lip and she granted him the access he desired, twirling her supple muscle with his. Hope bloomed within her heart as Quint lifted her to sit on the table, making access to her all the more easier. The kiss was all-consuming as they both fed into it, grasping desperately at one another and either refusing to let the other back away.
Finally, the need for air forced them apart, and both panted heavily as they tried to catch their breaths. Movement in the grass caught Delaney’s eye and she began pushing at him to get him out of the way. He needed to move, now!
“Quint…” Delaney began, her tone wavering from worry.
“I’m sorry for being an insensitive idiot, Lane. I…” the sentinel began, but he stopped short when Delaney shoved him over to the side, forcing him into a roll, and she grabbed his sword from his back as a huge green python towered over her.
Well, they found the snake. Worst part about it? This was not going to be an easy trap and relocate. No, there was a chance that they might have to put the impressive beast down.
More impressive to Quint was that the petite farmer was standing her ground, his blade held at the ready in her sure hands. She was keeping eye contact with the serpent, even though it was weaving hypnotically before her. “I don’t want to kill you...Please...head further inland. There’s better prey for you there. I don’t know how you got here, but this isn’t your habitat.” Delaney said to the snake. She began lowering the blade, but she didn’t drop it to the ground. Instead, she rose the other hand up as she took a few tentative steps closer. “Let me guide you to where you can thrive. I know just the spot.”
The green python stopped its swaying and Quint watched in astonishment as it met Delaney in the middle and allowed her hand to rest on its head. They held the connection for a solid minute before the large snake lowered itself to the ground fully and made its way to the backwoods. Delaney sighed in obvious relief as she sank to her knees and Quint got to his feet.
“ That….” he began, completely at a loss for words. He walked over to Delaney, pulling her to her feet before wrapping his arms around her. “...Was impressive.” he finished, his nose in her hair. She still smelled the same, that sweet scent that both haunted him and soothed him.
“There was something different about that snake, Quint.” Delaney said, shaking in the aftermath. Her only concern had been for Quint, as he had been too preoccupied with her to realize the danger they were in. “I swear it connected with me, mentally, for the spot I was going to ta...Ooohmm!” She was quickly silenced as Quint kissed her once more, but she melted in his embrace. His sword clattered to the ground as she found herself being lifted again and Delaney smiled against his lips as her skirt bunched up against the tops of her thighs.
If things went any further tonight, there would at least be easy access.
Quint set her down on the top of the table again and he forced himself to break the kiss in an effort to look at her. “Please, Lane, don’t do that again…” he said seriously. His blue gaze was locked to Delaney’s teal one as his fingers squeezed her hips as tightly as he dared. “On that some note however, you’re going to tell me where you learned that one of these days.”
Delaney’s eyes glittered as she reached between them, pulling Quint closer by his belt while dragging herself to the edge of the table at the same time. “Then don’t be the beau in need of being saved.” she purred in reply. She smiled against his lips as he silenced her with another kiss, and she mentally pumped her fist in victory. “For the record, Quint, my dad and all my uncles were all sentinels and pretty much drilled me on how to protect myself.” she added against his lips.
The only reply she got was a pleased growl as she was swept away in another flurry of touches and kisses that had her body aching for more. The food behind her was forgotten for now as every caress, each touch and squeeze, grew bolder by the minute. Unable to take any more, Delaney loosened Quint’s belt and her hand darted into the leather to boldly cup him. She was beyond pleased to see that he was at the ready, and that his shaft digging into his breeches in an effort to get to her.
That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Quint scooped Delaney back up against him, savoring the feel of her softness mashed so tightly to him and he began making strides for the backwoods. Delaney was already in the midst of loosening all the straps that held his leather cuirass closed. She wanted to rid him of every piece of armor, and then pin him to the grass to have her way with him.
Quint, once he had deemed them far enough in, pinned Delaney to a sugarblossom tree and he lowered her feet to the forest floor. “I am sorry, Laney.” he whispered against her lips. How had he been reduced to such a state as this, needing to feel her wrapped around him in the most intimate way possible? To needing her as much as his next breath? To needing to know that she felt the same as him.
“No offense, but men can be idiots, Quint. You’re not exempt from that. I know you’re not used to being in a position such as this, neither am I…” Delaney admitted softly. Her gaze was vulnerable as she met his azure one, and Quint cupped the back of her head a moment. “I’m used to being confident, to knowing what to do in any case. But when it comes to this, to us, I’m lost. I was worried that you had changed your mind after all.”
“Caritatem, et pacem invenies illum dimittam...May he find love and peace.” Quint said softly. “I heard you at the shrine earlier. Seth and I were talking, I went to him for guidance, when he revealed that you had been praying and chanting at the shrine for most of the day. I haven’t been in this position in almost a decade, Lane. I’m just as lost as you…But at the same time, I…”
Delaney silenced him there, pulling him down into another kiss, and her hands swept his cuirass off his shoulders. She knew what he was going to say. He was helpless to the pull between them, so was she. Who were they to fight it? “Quint…” she finally said, her breath fanning across his lips. She needed him so badly, he was like a star whose gravity was intense beyond measure and she was powerless against his magnetizing pull.
Quint smiled, looking years younger and devastatingly handsome, as his fingers trailed down her bare arms. “Ten steps ahead of you this time, Laney.” he finished as her fingers started in on all the buttons holding his shirt closed. His own digits swept across the swell of her breast as he unlaced the tie holding her blouse closed and her bra encased bosom met his appreciative gaze.
“Quint?! Are you back there?!” Sparrow’s worried voice carried through the growing darkness.
Quint held up a single finger for Delaney to be quiet. Even though Sparrow was in the wood with them, they were deep enough in the brush to not be seen. “I’m back here Sparrow! Get back to town! There’s a big python back here and I’m trying to see if I can corral it deeper into the woods!” he called out. A white lie at best. They weren’t totally sure it was here after all.
“Is Delaney with you? I saw some of her dishes on the table over here!”
“She left them with me earlier! Let Demitri know that not to let anyone over here tonight, tomorrow or the day after!” the sentinel replied.
“Alright! I put your sword back on the table for now! Be careful, Quint!” came the reply and both Delaney and Quint blanched at that realization. They had left his sword on the ground. No wonder Sparrow had sounded as panicked as he had.
Both of them sighed in relief, only to giggle like teenagers that had nearly been caught in the act.
“Now, where were we?” Quint purred as he swept Delaney’s blouse off.
“You’re not keeping me out here for two days, Quint.” Delaney decreed, though it didn’t have the effect needed as she was topless and smiling before him.
Quint leaned in to place feather soft kisses against her neck. “ I need those two days to make certain that that snake did leave.” he retorted. His lips found the sensitive patch of skin that was right behind her ear and he smiled as Delaney quaked against him from the sensation.
Delaney managed to finish unbuttoning his shirt without looking and she shoved it over his shoulders and down his arms. “You keep teasing me and I’m going to pin you down and ravish you.” she threatened.
Quint grinned sexily as he stood straight. “Promise?” he purred. His hands eased her skirt over her hips, allowing it to join her discarded blouse for the meanwhile.
It really was amazing how handsome he was when he smiled, and he looked like the devil’s advocate right now, just waiting for her to make a deal with him. A very promising deal. “Better believe it.” Delaney replied as she managed to get his belt off completely. Her fingers began fighting with the ties of his leather greaves and breeches. “Get them off…”
Quint grinned once more, his azure gaze glittering lasciviously. He undid them enough to release himself, but he couldn’t remove them completely because of his boots. This would have to do for now. His lips fell to hers, claiming them passionately as he eased her underthings away and he lifted her up high enough while pinning her against the smooth surface of the sugar blossom tree. “I believe the term you’re looking for is get me off.” he retorted sexily as he placed himself at the entrance to her silken channel.
Delaney’s head flew back as Quint sank into her body, and she moaned long and low at the delicious feeling. “Oh sweet spirits, Quint!” she gasped as he wound his thickness inside of her.
“I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me, Delaney. I’m sorry if I worried you, or if I made you second guess yourself. I was confused and I felt guilty even though I shouldn’t have. You’ve given me a gift, even if I feel as if I am not worthy. I’ll endeavor to make sure you never regret this. Just tell me what I need to do to make that happen.” Quint whispered to her as he rocked into her body over and over again. Delaney was clutching at him for dear life, and he deepened the connection by claiming her lips.
Their tongues met, entwining passionately like their bodies were, and Delaney stiffened in Quint’s embrace as her orgasm hit her out of nowhere. He rode it out, though he had a little more power and speed behind each thrust now. Quint wanted to feel her come undone again and again before they had to part ways for the night.
He lowered her to the soft grass, not once missing a single thrust, nor breaking the kiss they were sharing. Delaney rolled them over, and her jaw dropped as she swirled her hips selfishly. Her hands rested against his toned abdomen, and she began riding him, slowly at first. He hit so much deeper this way, it was almost too much to handle at first. Quint was grasping at her hips, pulling her down even as he thrust upwards into her.
Delaney leaned over him as their tempo increased, her gemstone gaze locked to his. Passion, desperation for culmination, adoration shone deep in his eyes, and it was mirrored in her gaze. Their hips were a blur as they moved together, the noises of their lovemaking the perfect symphony to accompany the growing night.
Quint pushed himself up, pausing Delaney for only the briefest of moments as he got to his knees. Delaney followed his direction willingly as he placed her in front of him on all fours. “Mhmmm...You’d better not be wearing out on me, lover,” she teased.
Quint smirked and his hand gathered up a copious amount of her hair in it. “You’ve got nothin’ to worry ‘bout there, hon,” he growled out as he snapped his hips forward, burying himself into her tight snatch once more, this time balls deep.
Delaney’s cry of delectation shattered the stillness of the night air as Quint began fucking her as if he owned her. As far as Delaney was concerned at the time, he did and she wanted him like that. “Let go of my hair, Quint…” she gasped, and she moaned wantonly after another deep thrust that made her tremble with anticipation. She was so close!
Quint’s chuckle was decadent sin wrapped in velvet. “And leave you riderless? I don’t think so hon. Besides, I can feel and hear how much you’re lovin’ this.”
Delaney’s fingers dug into the grass as her sentinel kept up his thorough stroke. Her head was thrown back due the grip Quint had on her hair, but it didn’t hurt in the slightest. He was only tugging just enough to keep her where he wanted, and it was kinky as hell. Quint wasn’t wrong either.
Delaney was loving it.
Quint could feel his lungs and leg burning, but he was so close to the precipice that he didn’t care. He’d be paying for it later, but Delaney was worth having a few aches and pains in the end. What she did for him, to him, was priceless and Quint was determined to do, and be, the same for her. It was in how she made him feel about himself, about them, that was as special as it was. She helped him to actually like who he was, where he was. He didn’t feel as alienated as he used to. Quint no longer felt like just the town sentinel. He had someone who needed him beyond of what he was, but most importantly for who he was and what they felt he could offer to them on a personal level.
If he knew Delaney as well as he hoped he did by now, she only wanted Quint as he was. No frills, bells, or whistles needed.
Quint relinquished his hold on Delaney’s hair so that he could pull her up flush against his chest. “ Come for me, Laney...One more time honey,” he whispered against her ear. Delaney’s voice was washing over him, full of passion and surrender. Her song was the sweetest thing to hear, and he never wanted it to end. One hand smoothed up her abdomen, and he palmed her breast as his mouth fell to the slope of her neck. The other hand smoothed over her hip to the apex of her thighs and he groaned into her skin when she tightened around him in response while screaming his name in ecstasy. She was going to make him blow if she did that again! “Let go, honey...Let me feel you. You’re so close, so tight it’s driving me mad. I want to completely lose myself inside of you.” His fingers found their mark, and Quint couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face when Delaney’s voice shot up an octave in response. “Nothing like a little bud rubbin’, huh Lane?” he purred into her ear.
“Quint! Sweet goddess, yes! Don’t stop!” Delaney cried. Her hand came up over his at her breast while the other tugged on his hip from behind.
Quint chuckled seductively against her ear before his tongue licked the outer shell of it. “Don’t stop what? Tell me what you want me to do Lane,” he ordered, his voice silkily sinful.
“I don’t want you to stop any of it. Goddess, Quint! Keep tweaking my nipple, keep touching my clit. And for all that is green and good, don’t you dare stop fucking me.” Delaney moaned out. That last remark was met with a few sharp, hard thrusts that made her see stars in the best possible way, and Delaney keened. “Oh fuck yes! Quint! QUINT!”
Those thrusts had been exactly what she needed to come, and she clamped down tightly on Quint’s invading length.
“Oh shit.” Quint groaned gutterally as her release triggered his own. His face was buried against her neck and damp caramel curls as he stiffened, his orgasm rocking him in several intense bursts. “By the spirits, Lane…” he panted after a moment. “...what did I do to deserve this? To deserve you?” He pulled her back against the grass, savoring the euphoria that came from her being in his embrace.
“You deserve me for being just the way you are Quint. You don’t have to pretend to be someone you’re not. I just want the man I know you are.” Delaney whispered softly as she nuzzled the left side of his neck. “That’s who stole my heart to begin with.”
Quint smiled as he cradled her cheek and he turned her face up to look at him. “What about what I can do to help this work?”
Delaney kissed him softly, though it did nothing to lessen the feeling her sweet kiss gave him. “All I ask is that you open up your heart to me, Quint, and I’ll do the same for you,” she answered simply. She couldn’t help the smile that spread over her face as Quint leaned into, capturing her lips in a lazy, yet tender kiss in return.
As the last rays of sunlight fell away for the night, Quint vowwed that he would do just that.

The summer approached, bringing with it a buzz to the air that was felt by everyone. Delaney and Quint met for dinner on Tuesday evenings near the oceanfront when time allowed, but there were many a day that the young cropper just had too much to do on her farm. She had livestock to rear and crops to keep alive in the new sweltering heat. Quint didn’t fault her for the workload. It was her livelihood after all and he wasn’t going to ask her to choose between that or him. In fact, he liked knowing that she was working hard and getting joy from it. When she did get to spend time with him, Delaney made sure to let Quint know in no uncertain terms that she had missed him by snogging him senseless. It made it every reunion all the more sweeter.
They hadn’t slept together since the evening near the oceanside some months prior, but Delaney was savoring the slow courtship. When she had lived in the city, men her age had wanted it to be quick, easy, and they had been beyond demanding. That had been what led to her wanting an older, more mature man to meet her emotional and subsequently her physical needs. Quint was a wonderful man, who didn’t say much in the way of sentiments, but instead he allowed his actions to speak for him. His gauntlets came off when he was with her, allowing for every touch to linger sweetly. Be it a small barely there caress against her jaw line or the softness of his kiss when he did press his lips to hers or against any open piece of skin, every bit of contact, every embrace left her feeling warmer, safe, and cared for. In turn, she could feel how content, how relaxed Quint was when he was in her presence and that meant more to Delaney than she could give voice to. She delighted in knowing that she was a source of comfort to him.
One morning in July, Delaney was just leaving her barn when Amber came up. The farmer was laden down from the freshly gained milk that she had obtained from her cows.
“Hey lady!” Amber called out.
“Hey chickadee!” Delaney called out in return. Amber rushed over and she grabbed one of the pails of milk from her friend. “I take it you’re not here to spend a day with me on the farm learning the ins and outs?” she teased with a grunt.
“No. Just wanted to remind you about tomorrow’s festival. Remember that story I told you about the lore behind the Misty Music festival?” Amber replied as they set the full canisters beside the shipping bin. She began telling the story of the shepherd lighting the lanterns along the coastline while Delaney was writing out the ticket that Logan would need. “Not keeping any for yourself?”
“I’m good on milk for the next couple days. It’s just me after all.” Delaney returned with a wry grin. Amber wasn’t wrong that it was exceedingly romantic. “Now what about this festival? I’m not going to need to dance again, am I?”
Amber laughed as she shook her head. “No, no worries there Lane. Actually, this festival is perfect for bringing a date along and you guys build a floating lantern together.” the artist said with a grin. “Any one coming right to mind?”
Delaney nodded even as she closed the lid to her shipping bin. She’d have to call over to Logan in a minute to come and get them immediately. The heat and humidity were rising rapidly and these were supposed to go right over to Sparrow’s bakery. “There is, but I’m not saying who. You’ll find out tomorrow.”
Amber gave Delaney a fake pout before the two began giggling. “You’ll be there?”
“With the bells and whistles on.” Delany promised. She was smiling ear to ear, and she fought to keep from rubbing her palms together. “I gotta finish up my chores so that I can go nab my date. I’ll talk to you tomorrow Amber!” She was already dashing up the steps where her vegetables were growing.
Amber shook her head even as she grinned. “That gal is totally into whoever she’s bringing to the festival tomorrow,” she said to no one at all as she began walking the other way.

Quint was leaning against the picnic table for a brief moment, just savoring the smell of salt on the ocean wind. It reminded him a lot of the city he grew up in, a port city that was always moving and never sleeping. It was moments like this where he found himself dwelling too much on the past, but it was unavoidable. For right now though, he was content, and only the good memories were surfacing. He closed his eyes, smiling as the sea breeze ruffled his hair, beard, and scarf.
It had been a long, long time since he had felt this optimistic about his life in general.
Without warning, someone pulled him down by his scarf, though Quint couldn’t help but grin as a familiar hand nestled into his hair. His lips met the other’s and the sentinel gathered her up in his arms in turn. “Lemme guess, Amber came to remind you about tomorrow’s festival?” he purred.
Delaney was smiling broadly at having gotten one over on her lover. It wasn’t often that she was able to sneak up on him like this. His hearing and reflexes were off the charts. “She may have. I’d like for us to go together if that’s alright with you,” she replied.
Quint was about to reply, but as he took in the sight she made, his mouth went dry and agape. Delaney was a beautiful woman who looked much younger than her actual years. She always claimed she got the good genetics from her dad’s side of the family. Right here though, Delaney didn’t look like a girl that was just blossoming into adulthood. She looked like an angelic vision standing against him in the fading light. He wanted to steal right over to Amber’s home so that she could paint this moment for him!
Her aquamarine gaze was shimmering in the fading light, full of happiness, hope, and adoration. Her skin, supple, soft, and oh so kissable, had a gorgeous bronze glow that the sunset gave her. Her hair glistened almost orange in the light, making her gemstone gaze all the more pronounced and beautiful. Who was he kidding? Everything about Delaney was beautiful to him, even if she had body issues of her own. Her body looked anything but girlish, in fact he was certain she had a more voluptuous charm to her now. That’s because you know just how that body looks under all that clothing, he thought to himself. Delaney was leaning against him, more on the right side so as not to jarr his bad leg, both of her arms wrapped around his torso, and she was smiling as if there was nothing in the world better than this exact moment, both holding and being held by the one she cared for...
Maybe there wasn’t.
Her happiness was nothing short of infectious though, and Quint found himself smiling. He had always stood guard at festivals, save for the Misty Music Festival earlier this year. “I’ve never been someone’s date for this festival, Lane, but I’d be more than honored to accompany you.” Quint finally replied.
Delaney nearly pinned Quint to the table from the hug she tackled him with in her jubilation, and both laughed long and loud from it. “Why don’t you come by my place this evening after you finish your patrols tonight, Quint. We can sit down and have supper...Well, I guess it would be more like dessert in this case,” she offered after a few moments.
That was an opened ended statement if there ever was one and Quint smirked. It was too good to pass up the chance to play a bit. “What kind of dessert are we talking?” Quint purred teasingly, yet suggestive enough that Delaney laughed while blushing.
“A berry crisp that I just baked today if you must know. Sparrow also made some vanilla ice cream that I can serve it with, a la mode.” Delaney replied, her cheeks still tinged pink from Quint’s teasing. The rouge deepened when she thought of how she had worded that when Quint’s rich chuckle became deeper. What had put his mind in the gutter again? Oh, right...Mentioning dessert. Oh boy, he keeps that up, he’s gonna be paying for it later... Delaney thought even as she fought to keep from rubbing her thighs together. The thought of them having sex again was turning her on. She had wanted him to stay the night with her in all honesty. She missed how cozy and safe she had felt while sleeping beside him. But if he was subtly suggesting sex, well hell, he was getting no complaints from her! A wicked grin crossed her face as an equally naughty gleam entered her eyes. “I don’t know if it’ll be as sweet as I am though…” she added bravely. It wasn’t often that she blatantly flirted in this fashion after all. Most of their more racy commentary had been whenever they had been in the moment.
The left side of Quint’s brow quirked upwards in curiosity, scar and all. Delaney almost giggled at the look on his face. His grip on her grew just a little tighter even as his mouth began descending to hers. “Are you suggesting I conduct a battery of taste tests then?” he whispered, his breath fanning across her lips. “See which one is sweeter? The dessert you made, your lips, or my own personal version of paradise?” There was a low, sexy rumble to his voice that made Delaney cream her panties in an instant.
Delaney was just about to answer him, but her reply was silenced as Quint kissed her deeply. She moaned in reply, her eyes closed as fire began licking at every square inch of her body. The flood gates opened, making her whimper needily against his mouth. “Yes to all three,” she finally got out as she hauled Quint down to sit on the bench. Delaney wanted to straddle him, hell she wanted him buried inside of her right now. She never would have thought that she was the kind of person that could get worked up that quickly, but here she was, suddenly desperate for relief.
Maiya barked loudly from the tree she had been sniffing at, alerting them that someone was coming over. Delaney nearly ran from the area, almost as red as her tomatoes for being so stupidly wanton in public like that. What was it about her sentinel that shut off the common sense in her brain? As far as she was aware, the only one who knew they were together was Seth and the abbott wasn’t prone to gossiping about business that was not his own.
“Laney, honey…” Quint said, catching her by the hand before she could take off like a bat out of hell. “..If I can, I will. I need to do a thorough inspection of the area tonight, and admittedly the straight walk to ourrrrruuhh...Umm, your house beats walking all the way back to the guardhouse. I’ll just need to borrow your washer and dryer if that’s the case. Plus, I don’t have a morning rotation because everyone’ll be sleeping getting ready for tomorrow night. Right now, it’s a tentative yes.” The look on her face told him that she hadn’t missed his near slip in calling her home theirs. If Quint were honest with himself, he rather liked the idea of living in Willow Creek.
Delaney smiled broadly and she quickly kissed him one last time. “Just let yourself in, Quint. I’ll be waiting,” she purred before running off. She wanted to make sure she had a fresh set of linens on the bed, possibly even have a warm bath ready for him. It was possible that Quint would be sore as hell when he got to her farm. She’d put a second dish out for Maiya, pull out the other pet bed that Eisen didn’t use just to be safe.
She wanted everything to be perfect…

A soft knock echoed through the cottage around eleven in the evening, and Delaney looked up from her book to the door. A second later, Quint entered the room with Maiya behind him, looking about nervously at first. The moment their eyes met, he sighed in relief when he saw that she had been reading.
“I didn’t want to wake you. Something came up over on the oceanfront, hence why it took so long,” he admitted as he pulled away his gauntlets. He hadn’t had the chance to remove them earlier as he was wont to do in Delaney’s company, but he was going to rectify that now. His cuirass followed, leaving only a long sleeved white shirt beneath it. It was a very thin cotton, which Delaney surmised was to help keep him cooler in the summer heat. His greaves followed next, leaving a pair of skin tight leather pants.
She couldn’t help it, she licked her lips at how delicious he looked while dressing down. Delaney watched as Quint toed off both boots, and then he reached up to remove his scarf.
Delaney smiled as she climbed off the bed to go to him. “The washer and dryer are clear when your ready to wash your stuff, Quint. I only just realized that I’m a terrible hostess. I don’t have any clothing that you can borrow to sleep in.” Her gaze traversed his frame, unable to hide that she definitely liked what she saw. Then again, the very thought of what had been alluded to on the beach had kept her in utter suspense. “For the record, I wouldn’t have been able to sleep if I tried. Just the thought that you were coming over had me sitting on pins and needles,” she admitted.
Quint chuckled even as he leaned in to kiss her lips quickly. “Is that so? Oh! That’s right. I had some taste tests to conduct if I recall,” he purred sexily. He chuckled as Delaney screeched in surprise; while laughing at the same time, when he lifted her onto his right shoulder and he settled her against the mattress again. A smile refused to fade from his lips as he looked down at the gorgeous goddess on the bed. “As for the clothing, Lane, I have a feeling you won’t mind one bit if I don’t have anything to sleep in.”
Delaney sat up, laughing all the while at his verbal teasing and she moved to get off the bed to collect the reason that she had invited him over in the first place. He blocked her once, gently tossing her back onto the bed with a bounce and laughter from both of them again. Delaney tried a second time, but he blocked her once more, and he grabbed her by the hips to keep her in place. “Quint, let me go get the crisp and the ice cream!” she squealed, only to burst out in raucous laughter when he found a ticklish spot against her ribs. “No! NO! Quihhihihihint! Stop!”
Quint was laughing right along with Delaney as he continued his ticklish assault, finding new spots besides her sides and ribs that made her howl with laughter. Finally, he let her catch her breath as he stretched out on the bed, partially covering her body with his own. His lips captured hers, and Delaney melted against him at the contact. “No need to grab it yet. I can savor that later. Right now, though, I need to immerse myself in you, in how you feel for me.”
Delaney smiled and she rolled them over with a move that Quint recognized from his training days. If she hadn’t told him that her father and uncles had all been sentinels, he would have been scratching his head at how she knew so many of their techniques. “Is that so?” she asked, using his own question against him. “Then let me take the reins and I’ll show you all that and more.”
Quint grunted in delight as Delaney took charge of their kiss, and he relaxed in submission as her hands seemed to traverse all over his torso and arms all at the same time. Her touch was so gentle, and Quint felt gooseflesh rise from the sensation it emparted. He groaned delightedly into her mouth as Delaney deepened their connection, twirling her tongue around his as he allowed her entrance. His hips strained upwards for a moment, his cock clearly hard and needy against the leather over his hips. “Mmmhmmm, Laney,” he groaned out as Delaney lifted her hips away on purpose. Her chuckle against his lips told him that she was most definitely teasing him on purpose.
Soon Delaney guided him to sit up for a brief moment, and she began pulling at the cotton shirt he wore. It soon cleared the green locks and Quint found himself being turned around to lie on his stomach. He grabbed one of the pillows to rest his head on and he looked over his shoulder to see Delaney squirting a decent amount of lotion into her hand. “Unscented?”
Delaney nodded as she rubbed it between her hands to warm it through. “I can’t use the scented stuff. It drives my cows and hens batty,” she told him. Her hands went to his neck as she straddled his back and she smiled when she saw the look of sheer bliss cross his face after a few moments. “Don’t resist me. I’m going to pop your back for you, Quint. Once I sit you up, I’ll do your neck.”
Resist her? Was she crazy? She had rendered him as limp as a noodle (well, most of him) the moment that she had started in on the muscles of his neck. Those divine hands began moving their way to his shoulders and Quint moaned loudly as Delaney began working the tension from them. By the goddess, he hadn’t realized how tight his back and shoulders had been until this exact moment. Then there was pressure on his back, right between his shoulder blades, and then a multitude of little pops filled the space.
Okay, she hadn’t rendered him limp, she had put him into a catatonic state.
Quint laid still as Delaney continued her spoilage of him. Then she repeated the back popping process against his lower back, making his eyes roll to the back of his head in delight. He had heard this term while he had still been living in the city some years ago, and it definitely applied.
She was a keeper. There wasn’t any way in heaven or hell that Quint was letting her go after this.
“Sit up slowly Quint. I’m gonna do your neck now.” Delaney said softly and sweetly.
Quint did as he was told and in a swift motion, Delaney effortlessly popped his neck on both sides. He weaved as if in a drunken state before falling face first into the pillow again. “Where did you learn that?” he asked as he tried to roll over. Quint had never been on the receiving end of something like that. Sure, he had been given a sensual back rub or two back in the day, but this one took the cake.
“My roommate from college was going to school to be a chiropractor. I agreed to be a guinea pig and in turn she taught me how to do it myself.” Delaney replied. “I take it you approve?”
Finally Quint turned onto his side and he pulled Delaney in beside him. “Oh, I definitely approve.” he breathed out. He hadn’t felt this relaxed in...He couldn’t remember how long it had been in all honesty. “I just need a minute, you kinda turned me into rubber there,” he whispered. His eyes seemed to be refusing to open however and Delaney snuggled deeper into his embrace.
“Note to self, that needs to be a finale, not a preliminary.” Delaney giggled as Quint began falling asleep while holding her. She managed to extract herself from his hold long enough to nudge him up to where the pillows were and to get them both under the duvet. “Eisen.”
Her dog’s ears perked up at the sound of his name.
“Lights.” Delaney commanded. She doubted Quint was going to let go of her long enough again for her to hit the switch that was by the door.
Eisen woofed softly and he padded over to the wall near his food dish. He jumped up, catching the light switch expertly.
“Good boy Eisen! Sleep tight. You’re getting some eggs in the morning.” Delaney praised with a yawn. His woof answered her again and Delaney smiled as she tucked her head under his chin. “Good night Quint.”
Quint mumbled something sleepily in return and Delaney yawned one more time before she closed her eyes.
A/N 12/19/18: Again, just editing to make everything nice and pretty X3
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