Frenchleather
The approach is slow and tender and it surprises her every time; the way the woman lightly touches their lips together and backs away, refusing contact in a teasing manner. The lips are the same yet they kiss so differently. It riles her and she sure the woman can sense this. All Delphine can do, like she usually does, is secure her hand at the back of Sarah’s head and equally close the gap between them. It's as if she can almost taste the attitude lingering there behind the mischievous grin. With Cosima the pair took turns, there was always one in charge. Though with Sarah both try to fight for control but neither end up winning. Their intimacy frequently end with tiny bruises or ripped clothing but by the time they finish, exhausted and nearly gasping for air, with grins plastered on their faces they both realise nobody needs to win exactly.
