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DELILAH SAT back, her body leant on her hands and her arms right behind her. She scanned the room around her. The attic was cold, filled with cobwebs —more than downstairs — and had a certain annoying whistling noise that came through the small gap in the window that made Delilah twitch with aggravation every time she heard it.
It felt empty whenever Delilah stayed up there, especially now so that Taissa had left for god knows how long, and Shauna had the space to herself.
Despite the other girls being downstairs and the knowledge of Lottie being all alone on those certain nights, Delilah found herself not being riddled with guilt like she thought she would the first time that Shauna had creeped down the attic steps, wandered over to Delilah and Lottie, and woken the blonde up to beg her to come upstairs.
That night, once Delilah had followed Shauna into the attic, she had lost all sense of control as Shauna had propelled herself towards the girl and it wasn't long before the two found themselves in a familiar pattern of kissing, touching, and falling asleep in the closest of proximity.
At that moment, Delilah breathed deeply, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. "Fuck." She rasped, hearing Shauna's shuffling movement behind her. She sat up, and Delilah turned her head just a centimetre, but enough for Shauna's face to come into view and bury itself into the crook of Delilah's neck.
Delilah tilted her head to the side as she sighed. "What's wrong?" Shauna muttered, her hair tickling Delilah's skin as she placed small kisses against her neck, slowly getting longer and deeper as she moved down to the spot she'd be able to find in any circumstances, having memorised Delilah to the point where Shauna knew her like the back of her hand.
The blonde girl whimpered a little at a particularly harsh and slow kiss that Shauna allowed her lips to part to suck at the skin, and pull back with a pop that sent Delilah's head spinning. "Just..." Shauna's hand slowly travelled around Delilah's waist and landed gently on her inner thigh.
Although the touch was light, Delilah felt it as if a weight had been placed over her lap. "Just a bad dream." She breathed out. Shauna hummed from her neck, placing another stupidly knee weakening kiss.
"About?"
"I'm not telling you that." Delilah allowed herself to turn a little, but as she scoffed and replied with that same 'homecoming queen' tone, Shauna's other hand grabbed at her jaw and pushed it to the side to give herself more room for her now brutal attack on Delilah's lightly freckled skin.
