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Lily wasn't sure what the time was.

She knew she'd seen Sawyer, gone home, showered, thought about calling someone and in the end decided against it. She remembered leaving the apartment, thinking again about stopping at Nina's, then that she had walked to a nearby bar instead. She remembered buying her first drink, and receiving the few drinks that came after, but she couldn't put faces to the men who'd bought them for her.

They didn't matter. No one mattered.

This was why she never stayed in one place for too long. This was the reason she kept moving, finding a new job, a new city. This was why she kept her relationships light and easy, because then someone came along and got under her skin -- Nina, Eden, Sawyer, Delta -- and that could be okay. That wasn't the problem. It was when she stopped having control. It was when they became someone she needed that it was a problem. She wasn't used to needing anything or anyone, she was used to being the one in charge.

Somehow, after several drinks, that seemed like something she needed to explain to someone. To Delta, maybe, because he'd done the same thing Sawyer had and she wanted to know if he was going to continue following his example.

Eleanor was probably asleep. She realized that as she pressed the buzzer, then braced herself against the wall, waiting for Delta to answer.

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"Oh, fuck," she whispered against his finger, feeling him suddenly inside of her, suddenly so perfect. Her lips parted against his finger as she drew in a deep breath, trying to follow his instructions, trying to stay quiet, but it was so difficult when everything felt so good. One hand slid back, reaching for him, running across his hip and down his leg as she arched back against him.

When he felt her hand he started to move, thrusting in deep and slow enough that it barely counted as a thrust at all. He let out a hard breath, almost a groan, and presses his lips to the ridge of her shoulder.

There was something about being quiet that he almost liked, as if everything he was feeling was pressed up against his skin, seething into itself. Preparing to burst open.

It was like being dragged apart, that slow thrust, the mounting pleasure that would rise and recede as he moved slowly inside of her. She shifted, moving her leg back a little, hooking her foot between his as her grip on his hip tightened. Slow was good, it gave them both all the time in the world to just enjoy this, to feel it, and her head tipped back a little, a soft breath escaping.

As before, as always, there was something familiar about it. Not just the pleasure, not just what they had felt before together, but something deeper and older and further back. He had done this. He had done this with someone else, just like this.

But he didn't want to be here with anyone else. Only her.

"Lily," he whispered, moving a little faster. "Ah... You feel so good."

"Delta," she breathed, pressing back against him, her hips arching and moving with his. She groped blindly for his hand, taking it in hers and dragging it down the front of her body, guiding his fingers between her thighs. Her hair was sticking to the back of her neck and her skin prickled with pleasure as he moved inside her. "Oh god, please..." And she wasn't even sure what she was begging for, more or less or all of it at once.

He laughed again, his fingers settling over her clit and circling gently as he rocked into and out of her. When he pressed his lips to the back of her neck he licked them, lapped at her skin - before her, he never would have really understood what it meant to taste someone.

To feel them like this.

"I want to make you come," he breathed. "I want to feel you."

She laughed, too, the sound breathless, still quiet and she tipped her head back, arching against his body. "Keep it up," she managed to say between breaths, her hips pushing forward and then back, against his fingers and then back against his dick. She was close now, ripples of pleasure moving through her like little bolts of electricity, her muscles jumping and quivering with it.

"Right there," she breathed, then bit down on her lower lip, trying to keep back the moan that was building.

He held her between his body and his hand, feeling her shift between them, feeling the pleasure swelling in him. It was like feedback, passing from one to the other in undulating waves, and he smiled against the corner of her jaw.

The bed was almost squeaking. Almost.

"For me," he gasped. "Do it for me."

She could feel it building, a pressure inside her, and she whined softly, from behind her teeth, still trying to hold back, trying not to be too loud. And then suddenly she was coming, her muscles tensed nearly to the point of pain as she gasped, her hand covering Delta's.

"Fuck," she breathed, her eyes closed, still moving her hips, pushing forward and then back against him again.

He held her through it, feeling her clench around him as it rocked through her body, still stroking her in tight little circles as she came. He slowed but deepened, changing the angle of his hips in accordance with some instinct he was barely aware of, gasping as he pushed himself closer.

And it didn't take much more. A few more hard thrusts and he came with a hard whine escaping between his teeth and a long, shaking breath as it let him go again.

He listened as he pulled her against him, still inside her, but didn't hear anything but their panting.

Lily shuddered again, pressed close to Delta, her head tucked against his shoulder as she closed her eyes and let out a long, deep breath. "God, Delta," she murmured, a smile curving her lips as she relaxed back against him. She could stay here all night, she thought, his arm around her, body pressed tight to hers.

Briefly, she lifted her head, looking toward the door. It didn't seem like they'd made enough noise to be heard.

"I'm glad... you came here tonight," he whispered, smiling against her. Glad for so many reasons, but now that he was subsiding into that warm, sleepy glow, he knew that this was really what he was most glad for. The pleasure of enjoying her body, of being able to make her feel good, that was always wonderful and always welcome. But this was, in its own way, somehow the best of all.

Just holding her. Holding onto her and feeling as if the world outside couldn't make its way in.