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WHEN DELILAH first started whatever she had with Shauna, it was with the intention to break Jackie Taylor down by going for her support as if she were taking down a house that stood on stilts.
With every kiss, every moment spent with Shauna in either the confides of her stupidly small attic bedroom — under the sheets mostly unless Shauna couldn't wait until they had managed to kick them over themselves — or the back of her car (in which Delilah was sure she had gotten such bad posture just from each cramped position she'd end up in), it was as if time was standing still.
Every reminder of her mission from the beginning popped up like a sign for Delilah to keep pushing Shauna for more words than she put out normally. As time went on, Delilah had begun to accept that Shauna was a talker after sex.
Too many times had they collapsed together on the bed, and or car seats, with heavy breathes mingling in the air and hair sticking up every which way, and Shauna had immediately begun to spew either pathetic thanks and praise, or shitty attempts to ask Delilah how her day was.
The way that she usually got cut off was by Delilah's lips, or her hand covering Shauna's mouth as she crawled down the expanse of the bed and buried herself between the brunette's thighs for another half hour.
That was really the only time Shauna got anything back in the same way she gave it to Delilah. To shut her up.
But really, Delilah realised that she may have to let Shauna speak, because she looked about ready to combust into a rant every time she got cut off. So, one night, in which they were lying down in Shauna's bed with their legs intertwined and arms slung over each other with chests moving up and down quickly, Delilah didn't stop her.
She instead, once she heard Shauna start her usual routine of praise and questions, had sat up out of her arms. Shauna's mouth had clamped shut in expectation of lips over hers, or another round of whatever they had started that night, but instead came to see that Delilah was smiling.
Shauna's heart paused. It was soft and expecting. Like Delilah wanted to listen.
The Shipman girl stopped and blinked, just watching, wanting to take in the moment as long as she could.
"Go on."
And so she let Shauna speak.
And for the first time, Delilah realised just why this girl owned about fifty journals that were filled to the brim with writing and crumbled pages. She most likely spent all her nights in which she wasn't with Delilah setting the page on fire.
