Maeve Sheridan knows she's better than you. (few_and_far) wrote in wished,
"I don't know what I-" she started to say, trailing off when Delaney leaned into her again. She allowed herself to be tugged close, staying silent as she tried to think of something appropriate to say. Maeve raised her eyes to Delaney's, feeling a slight urge to rise up and meet her but stayed planted, waiting for another kiss. She realised there was a slight nervous flutter in her stomach and promptly blamed the alcohol for that too.