Encouraged, Delaney deepened the kiss a fraction, letting her hands move back to where they had been before, one on the small of her back, the other cupping her neck gently, holding her in place more firmly than last time. Maeve only did what she wanted, she'd said so herself, and she was kissing Delaney back, so clearly she wanted to kiss Delaney back.
For the most part, she let Maeve set the pace, guiding her only slightly as they stood there kissing.