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deliasteel:

“Yours is the only one that matters too,” Delia muttered, finding that telltale awkward throat clearing endearing above all else. She hooked an arm around Carlin, stroking the small of her back absentmindedly. She would have teased Carlin some more about having low standards for apartments but she decided against it—if it was nicer than most places Carlin had lived, she was happy for her. Delia had the privilege of falling back on her parents if money ever got too unbearably tight and she reminded herself that not everybody had that luxury. “I just mastered your last shower. If I get blasted in the face with cold water from this one, you’re gonna have to move again.”

“M’glad.” She murmured with a nod, humming at the feel of fingers brushing against her back. Carlin chuckled at Delia’s words and nipped lightly at her neck. “If you can find me a cheap place that isn’t a dump...I will gladly move again to appease you.” She murmured, nuzzling into the warmth of her neck for a few moments as she let her eyes fall shut. She’d had to work the night before and then had had to wake up early to get everything moved to her new place so she was feeling the weight of exhaustion looming.

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deliasteel:

Delia gave Carlin a tug, wanting to feel her weight on top of her. “Are you trying to sweet talk me or get into my shorts? I can’t figure it out,” she teased, head tipped in a silent request for more kisses to her jaw. “I think you’re a little biased but I’ll take it.” She reached for one of Carlin’s hands to hold, lacing their fingers together. “How do you like this place, babe?”

She settled against her happily, wiggling until she was comfortable. “Both. Always both.” She replied, happily resuming the kisses against Delia’s skin. “If I’m biased than so are you. So...we’ll just have to deal with that. You’re the only opinion that matters anyway.” She muttered before clearing her throat. Too much. Way too much. “It’s cool. Nicer than a lot of places I’ve lived. Doesn’t have mold or any other disgusting shit so..I’m gonna take it and run.”

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deliasteel:

With a little laugh, Delia reached out for Carlin, grinning when she didn’t have to pull her down since Carlin was already leaning in for a kiss. “Almost better than you,” she answered, a playful grin spreading across her face. It was hard to imagine anyone looking better in this shirt than Carlin though. “I can’t even joke about that. Nobody’s ever gonna look even half as good as you do in this shirt.”

Carlin smirked at the girl’s words, leaning down to press a few kisses along Delia’s jaw. “Eh, from where I’m sitting...you’re the one that rocks this shirt. Even though I know I look hot as hell in it.” She twirled a loose piece of Delia’s hair around her finger for a moment before tucking it behind the girl’s ear. “You look way hotter with nothing on though.”

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deliasteel:

Delia watched Carlin leave until she couldn’t see her anymore, then shuffled across the room to pick her way through Carlin’s clothes. By the time her lover came back, she had stolen one of Carlin’s button-ups and had ultimately decided to just keep her own shorts on. Stretched out on Carlin’s bed, she rolled over onto her side and propped herself up once Carlin came back. “How long are we gonna have to wait?”

She grinned as she saw Delia on her bed with her button-up on, moving to settle on the bed as well. “Said at least a half hour but there’s no time guarantee.” She mumbled with a roll of her eyes before leaning down to press their lips together, playfully undoing one of the buttons on the shirt Delia was wearing. “You look damn good in my clothes.”

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deliasteel:

Smiling into the next kiss, Delia reluctantly stepped back so Carlin could get up but stubbornly stayed close to her. “Yeah, the usual is perfect,” she muttered, pressing one last kiss against Carlin’s chin in an attempt to put another smile on her face before finally moving away so Carlin could get away from her. “I’m gonna steal some clothes, okay? Mine are all sweaty and gross. Don’t wanna eat in them.” It was a lie, but Delia didn’t keep it a secret how much she liked being in Carlin’s shirts instead.

She rolled her eyes at the kiss to her chin, but was unable to stop herself from smiling, swatting at Delia’s ass before she went to grab her phone. “Sure, babe. Grab whatever.” Carlin said without a care, neither of them hid the fact that they loved wearing each other’s clothes. The tank Carlin was sporting being pulled from Delia’s closet at one point. Plus, seeing Delia in her clothes didn’t hurt either. She called in the order, asking for a couple of drinks as well before she tossed her phone aside and moved back to her bedroom, pushing boxes towards the wall to deal with later.

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deliasteel:

Happy to step between Carlin’s legs, Delia’s fingers tangled gently in the brunette’s hair, affectionately massaging her scalp. “Thai food,” she decided, bending down just enough for her to reach Carlin’s lips and give her a soft, brief kiss. “If that’s cool with you. I need to get my grocery shopping down too at some point. You wanna do that together or is that too domestic for you?”

Carlin hummed against her lips and squeezed her waist gently, blinking slowly when Delia pulled away from the kiss. “Thai food sounds awesome.” Carlin agreed. She huffed at the question of whether or not grocery shopping was too domestic for her and tugged Delia back down for another quick kiss. “Maybe too domestic...with anyone else.” Carlin admitted, glancing up at Delia with a softer look. “But I can get behind it with you.” Feeling a bit too exposed, she cleared her throat and then gently pushed Delia back so she could stand up. “I should uh...go call for food. You want the usual?”

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deliasteel:

Delia waved off the thank you without a second thought. She’d been ready to let Carlin stay with her if it came to that—helping her move was the least that she could do. “Really wasn’t a problem. I didn’t have anything better to do than watch you flex your muscles and carry things around anyway.” A crooked, teasing smile spread across her face, slowly closing the distance between them. She’d do it for anyone anyway. Moving things from point A to point B was one of the few things that she was actually capable of, that she could help out with. “I do think you owe me some food now though. For all the labor.”

She pushed herself up so that she was seated and her legs were hanging over the side of the bed, reaching for Delia’s hips and tugging her between her parted legs. “I knew wearing this tank-top would be a win for you.” She teased with a smirk, letting her fingers drift underneath Delia’s shirt and brush along her skin. “Food is definitely something I can offer in exchange for your services. What are you in the mood for? I’ve got fuck all here so it’ll have to be delivery.”

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@deliasteel

Carlin plopped down onto her bed, just a few boxes surrounding her in her newly acquired apartment. Luckily she didn’t have very much that she’d needed to pack up as she’d just barely managed to find one in time for her to have to move out of her old place. She had her clothes, a few mementos from her childhood and a few things that she kept around that reminded her of Delia. Carlin had moved around a ton when she was younger and so she’d never been one to really keep much, constantly ready to move on to the next place. For a long while, Carlin wouldn’t even unpack her things as she moved from place to place. She glanced over at where Delia was standing and offered a smile. “Thanks again for the help, Lia.” While part of her would have liked to move in with Delia for the time that it took her to find a new place, she knew that they weren’t ready for that yet. There was still some ground that they needed to cover before something like that could become an option for them.

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angelsantoyo:

“You are the worst person have lunch with,” Angel said with a pout. She ran a hand through her hair and did her best to ignore the presence of fries. “How are you?”

“Never claimed I was a good person to eat lunch with.” Carlin retorted, shaking her head. “M’alright. Looking for an apartment which is a pain in the ass. How’re you?”

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