
Never Let Me Go —3x19 DE kiss uninterrupted (sort of)—
Nobody, not even God, could have predicted what she would do next. It was a simple act of fate; something that possessed her. Every inch of her mind was tormented at the thought of his lips. How they tasted. How they moved against hers. Mostly, though, she thought about him and how kissing him could make her feel.
So maybe it was able to be predicted, then. Maybe she knew it would come to this all along. If she did, why didn’t she fight it? And if she didn’t, why did the thought not seem at all bad to her?
This is officially my favorite Delena fanfiction.