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"Thank you, but if you're looking for a handout, you'll want to find my husband Bolli instead."
"I prefer talking to you, so long as Bolli doesn't mind."
"I don't mind." NIvenor answered. "But my husband might...if he finds out."
"He's lucky to have a jewel like you." He looked at her flattered expression and pressed on. "If you were mine, I'd give you the finest things and take you out, show you off. What good is a diamond nobody can see, right?"
"I like diamonds." She answered, ignoring most of his comment.
Delvin paused for the briefest of moments, searching his brain for a response. Bryn's third piece of advice - Go with the flow. "Fine woman like yourself, of course you do. With that sparkle in your eyes, they'd be beautiful on you."
"If you and I were alone, you could call me that. It could be our little secret." Nivenor said, moving closer to him.
"If you can keep a secret, so can I." Delvin answered, aware that he was wading into dangerous territory, but unable to pull back. Emboldened by Brynjolf's lessons actually working, he found himself getting caught up in the conversations. Riften was a lonely place, he realized, and if he weren't quite so smitten with the lovely Corinne, he might start trying to alleviate some of that loneliness.
Nivenor was smiling up at him, standing too close to be casual when a guard strolled by. "Everything alright here?" He asked.
"Just fine." Nivenor said, and Delvin took a step back from her. Her eyes roamed over him, searching and hard. "Maybe if you bring me a token of your affection, we can continue our conversation."
"I'll keep that in mind." Delvin replied, then turned and went off, back towards the market.
He was distracted, too many thoughts and the unused advice filling his head as he wandered through the market as he picked pockets just to clear his mind. Straightening up after relieving Aerin of a few coins and a garnet, he bumped into someone, nearly knocking them over. Without looking to see who it was, he extended a hand, helping the figure to her feet.
"Sorry about that, sweetheart, it was all my fault. I should have been paying more attention."
"Delvin Mallory, do not, ever again in your life call me sweetheart as if I'm some common doxy you're trying to bed." Maven Black-Briar hissed at him. "Or I will be more than delighted to send the Dark Brotherhood after you."
"Shit. Maven, I didn't realize it was you." He said needlessly. "My apologies again."
"Obviously. You've been so busy working the crowd, everyone in Riften is going to go home with their purses empty." She said, brushing nonexistent dust from her clothes. "Be sure to get that bothersome harpy Mjoll, she needs to be put in her place, and her little friend Aerin too. All of that righteous whimpering, after she already met her match in some dwarven ruin. I guess that's why she's here bothering my city, playing it safe."
Something clicked in his mind, Maven's words mixing with Brynjolf's. Suddenly, he knew just what to do.
"Got to get back to the Flagon, Maven." He said, not bothering to apologize again. He strode away, making his way to the Cistern entrance without haste. With unseeing eyes Maven watched him retreat, not caring where he went, her mind busy with whatever thoughts had consumed her before Delvin had fallen into her.
Delvin was waiting for Corinne when she came down to the Flagon, knowing that she'd stop by every day while she stayed in Riften. He didn't have to turn around to know when she'd entered, he could sense her, the hairs on the back of his neck pricked to attention as soon as her silent footfalls came up behind him. Ignoring him, she went to see Vex, asking about jobs. She'd come by to see him next, he knew that she was making it wait on purpose, and so he did, standing near some crates, feigning a calm he didn't feel.
"Delvin Mallory, do not, ever again in your life call me sweetheart as if I'm some common doxy..."
"She'll be expecting roses and confidence."
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She wanted confidence, needed to see that he saw and treated her differently than everyone else in the guild. Flirting with Vex and a good portion of the guild made his interest dubious in her eyes, and she wanted to know if he was serious. Saying a silent thanks to both Bryn and Maven, he waited for her to come over to him, eyes never leaving her. It was like she knew he was watching, he noticed a little more show in her movements, but where other people would become expansive, she shrank in, becoming feline and fluid, displaying her best skills to him.
"Delvin," Corinne dragged a finger up his arm as she drawled his name, standing close enough for him to reach out and kiss her. "I've missed you and the money you pay out when I finish a job. Do you have anything nearby, so I can get paid and see your handsome face?"
"For you, I just might."
"I'm so relieved to hear it. I'd hate to leave Riften before I've had a chance to christen my new house, and my gold is running low since I decorated it." She tossed her hair from her face and looked up at him, her eyes gleaming expectantly.
"Why don't you invite me over then?" Delvin asked, and this time, he leaned into her, taking up her space. His words were a demand couched in a question, subtle and probing, but sure of her affirmative answer. Delight sparked in her dark eyes, and he watched the smile form in them before it spread across her face.
"You'd have to break in." She challenged, in a voice of cultivated softness.
"I think I could manage that." He closed a hand over the wrist she had resting on the crate near him, not forcefully, he wasn't that stupid. She could shout him onto six different planes of Oblivion or burn him to a crisp if she felt like she was being threatened, and he had no desire to ever make her angry. The movement was precise, calculated, and it kept her there next to him, with her attention focused on him, instead of on her next retort.
Lowering his head towards her ear, he growled. "If I break in and don't find you naked under the sheets on your bed, I'll be very disappointed."
Corinne smiled at him, stepping a half step closer to him, and there was barely an inch between them. With her free hand, she put a finger on his chest, letting it slowly drift down the centerline, looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. The motion sent sparks through him, though he could hardly feel it through his guild armor. "I wouldn't dream of disappointing you, Delvin. I'll triple lock every door and window in anticipation." Her voice was nearly a husky purr in his ears, and he felt arousal and jubilation welling within him in equal measure. "I always knew we understood each other." She continued, dragging her finger back upwards, letting it tickle the underside of his chin. "Don't keep me waiting."
Like the master thief she was, she slipped effortlessly from his grip and sauntered from the Flagon, turning only to shoot him a saucy smile over her shoulder as she wiggled out of sight. Delvin let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding, and became aware of the sweat across his brow, the weakness in his knees. A hand on his shoulder brought him back to the present, and he found Brynjolf at his side, looking far too pleased with himself.
"I knew you'd figure the lass out. I had every confidence in you, but..." He laughed, looking over at Vex. "If you're breaking into Honeyside, you might want to get some lockpick training before you head out tonight, and give Vex some gold. She just lost a pretty hefty amount."
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I love it so much, I had to read it twice :D Of course they'd bet against Delvin. Oh this story is just wonderful!
Thank you so so so so much!
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