Maeve Sheridan knows she's better than you. (few_and_far) wrote in wished,
Delaney changed course, replacing her gentle kisses with firmer, more desirous ones, not helping the haze that was fogging up Maeve's head. "Delaney," she muttered against her lips, wanting to pull back but also finding she didn't want to stop. The appearance of her hand on her breast was surprising and she let out a soft gasp, pulling back enough to look at the other woman, blinking as she came into focus.