Maeve Sheridan knows she's better than you. (few_and_far) wrote in wished,
Maeve gave a soft half-gasp at the feeling of Delaney's hand on her stomach. It was obvious what Delaney wanted, she couldn't imagine how dim one would have to be to miss it, but she wasn't quite ready to give up that much control. Even with her head swimming from new feelings and sensations, and aided by alcohol, Maeve knew there was a line she wasn't quite ready to comprehend crossing yet. Even with as curious as she was quickly becoming.
Even if she wasn't comfortable taking the lead, she was more than willing to stop Delaney from steamrolling her into something she hadn't even made up her mind on yet. She placed a hand over the other woman's, not stopping it, but effectively preventing it from moving north. "Kiss me again," she said firmly.