Delaney, reading between the lines, took this as a sign that she could go ahead, that Maeve was, at least for the moment, okay with what was happening.
She took her by the wrist and pulled her in again, and kissed her, firmly and decisively, eyes closing and the ghost of a moan catching in her throat. Delaney had no idea what it was about this girl that could have such an effect on her, but for whatever reason, she was almost weak in the knees. Almost.
Parting her lips she let the merest hint of tongue flick out and taste Maeve's lips, but resisted the urge to wrap her arms around the younger girl, because it hadn't had much of a positive response the last time she'd tried it.