Grinning into the kiss, Delaney parted her lips enough to flick her tongue into Maeve's mouth, deepening it as much as she dared, the hand on Maeve's stomach sliding aroun to her back, releasing Maeve's hand in the process. Fingers splayed on her soft skin, she urged Maeve closer, gradually leaning back and taking Maeve with her, guiding them into a more horizontal position.