Whimper - her breath is catching in the back of her throat, high and near-sobbing. Moan - oh, she does, softly, needing, lips hot and wet against Delia's throat.
"Delia. . ." And her legs won't hold any more, and she sinks to the floor, pulling Delia with her. Propriety be damned, open doors be damned.
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Date: 2006-07-24 01:44 am (UTC)"Delia. . ." And her legs won't hold any more, and she sinks to the floor, pulling Delia with her. Propriety be damned, open doors be damned.