I'm Only Crazy

@ NauticalNonsense;;

"I found our next stop," Delilah said without thought, "Times Square in New York!" It was the quickest instinct to agree, with a blinding flash of thought pulsing through her mind - who would look for two children in such an area?

Coming to her senses, Delilah pushed into the entrance of a dumpy motel with the full intention of getting by with no questions. "An' we'll get you some magazines here soon, all right?" Her voice was a near coo.

Max smiled at her, he didn't really know what else to do when it came to the girl standing next to him. They approached the front desk of the motel, a horrible smell invading his nose. "How can I help you?" Asked the clerk, who looked a little rough around the edges with a wild mop of black hair atop his head.

"A room, please?"

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@ lost in stereo;

When the clerk played a skeptic, eyeballing them as if ready to prey on them for IDs, Delilah leaned in close and sealed the deal, suggestively wide-eyeing the man with plaintive intent: "Help a workin' girl out."

For a girl that was sealed inside most of her life, she sure knew her way around the streets. Maybe she was cocky. Or maybe she was just crazy.

She lead Max down the hallway, the touch of their hands melting her chilly heart, warming her insides like a portable heater. She swung their hands, the key card in her free hand as worn as a worry stone. She halted at a room that matched the number on the card, shoved it in the slot...

Waited. Waiting the few seconds for the card made her realize how surreal being unmedicated was. Her mind was foggy. Shadows gripped the sides of her vision. She heard tiny croaks and voices, felt pressing fear in her gut.

It was all too much, and their interlaced fingers weren't enough to hold her down. Delilah dropped his hand, sliding up onto him. Her fingers pushed into his hair, mouth setting on his. She kissed him, chapped lips as cool as the smelly air conditioning that seeped from the vent above. One hand slid from his hair downward, drifting down his neck with smooth fingertips, and down to his wrist, where it rested there comfortably.

@ lost in stereo;

When the clerk played a skeptic, eyeballing them as if ready to prey on them for IDs, Delilah leaned in close and sealed the deal, suggestively wide-eyeing the man with plaintive intent: "Help a workin' girl out."

For a girl that was sealed inside most of her life, she sure knew her way around the streets. Maybe she was cocky. Or maybe she was just crazy.

She lead Max down the hallway, the touch of their hands melting her chilly heart, warming her insides like a portable heater. She swung their hands, the key card in her free hand as worn as a worry stone. She halted at a room that matched the number on the card, shoved it in the slot...

Waited. Waiting the few seconds for the card made her realize how surreal being unmedicated was. Her mind was foggy. Shadows gripped the sides of her vision. She heard tiny croaks and voices, felt pressing fear in her gut.

It was all too much, and their interlaced fingers weren't enough to hold her down. Delilah dropped his hand, sliding up onto him. Her fingers pushed into his hair, mouth setting on his. She kissed him, chapped lips as cool as the smelly air conditioning that seeped from the vent above. One hand slid from his hair downward, drifting down his neck with smooth fingertips, and down to his wrist, where it rested there comfortably.

@ lost in stereo;

When the clerk played a skeptic, eyeballing them as if ready to prey on them for IDs, Delilah leaned in close and sealed the deal, suggestively wide-eyeing the man with plaintive intent: "Help a workin' girl out."

For a girl that was sealed inside most of her life, she sure knew her way around the streets. Maybe she was cocky. Or maybe she was just crazy.

She lead Max down the hallway, the touch of their hands melting her chilly heart, warming her insides like a portable heater. She swung their hands, the key card in her free hand as worn as a worry stone. She halted at a room that matched the number on the card, shoved it in the slot...

Waited. Waiting the few seconds for the card made her realize how surreal being unmedicated was. Her mind was foggy. Shadows gripped the sides of her vision. She heard tiny croaks and voices, felt pressing fear in her gut.

It was all too much, and their interlaced fingers weren't enough to hold her down. Delilah dropped his hand, sliding up onto him. Her fingers pushed into his hair, mouth setting on his. She kissed him, chapped lips as cool as the smelly air conditioning that seeped from the vent above. One hand slid from his hair downward, drifting down his neck with smooth fingertips, and down to his wrist, where it rested there comfortably.

Max froze with shock, not comprehending what was happening at that very moment. A second passed and he realized that there were lips pressed against his and he leaned in to return the pressure, one of his hands landing lightly on her cheek. After a minute, he pulled away and leaned his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. "Maybe we should get into the room," he said gruffly and pulled her into the room behind him, then moved to shut the door.

He made his way to the bed in the room, sitting down and patting the bed next to him. "Sit next to me? I don't like being too far apart." He could feel a fire on his cheeks.

@ k1ssmysass

@ lost in stereo;

Eyes heavy with the calm of their kiss, she followed suit, disposing her bag inside. Delilah trotted to meet his question, seating herself close to him. Their second kiss left a buzz on her lips. She smiled dopily, nuzzling her head into his neck. She was more than terrified of being caught.

(Shitty reply, sorrrrry.)

Max leaned back onto the bed, after kissing the top of her head, and placed his arms underneath his head and stared up at the ceiling. He chewed at his lip for a second before asking, "What are you thinking?"

@ k1ssmysass
(That's okay. Mine isn't all that great either.)

@ lost in stereo;

"About rain. I'd feel safer in the rain." Delilah sank back into a similar position, then pushed off with her elbow, arms falling on either side of him so her upper body was against his. She leaned in slowly, then darted in at the last minute, pecking his nose with a kiss before rolling off.

Max let out a chuckle and then rolled over onto his side, so he could see her better. "The rain is nice. Though, thunder sometimes terrifies me," he whispered to her, suddenly feeling as if he shouldn't be very loud. He put his hands together and placed them under his head.

@ k1ssmysass

@ lost in stereo;

"It scares me too. Maybe I like it 'cause that's one of the few things that make me feel normal." Delilah's tone matched his, breezy and tinny. Her fingers lifted as if she was about to skim them along his face, but they fell back behind her head. She stretched one arm over her head, shirt sliding over her hip so that a sliver of skin was exposed. Deep bruises blossomed along her stomach, undeniably fresh and sore enough to keep her from moving too much.

Max saw the purpled flesh and moved a hand to reach out and touch it but stopped right before his fingers met the skin, leaving his fingers hovering over the delicate skin of her stomach. "What happened?" he barely managed to breathe out, and sudden rush of anger coursing through him. Who dared to lay a hand on here?

@ k1ssmysass

Max saw the purpled flesh and moved a hand to reach out and touch it but stopped right before his fingers met the skin, leaving his fingers hovering over the delicate skin of her stomach. "What happened?" he barely managed to breathe out, and sudden rush of anger coursing through him. Who dared to lay a hand on here?

@ k1ssmysass

@ lost in stereo;

Sigh. A woosh of air escaped her. "One of the orderlies grabbed me hard, an' slammed me against the wall." It was more. "I got away by fightin' back." It was more. "I'll be fine." It won't.

Max eyed her warily, not sure if he entirely believed her but didn't say anything else. Instead he moved to brush her hair out of her face, so that he could see into her eyes more clearly. "Thank you. For showing up in my life, that is," he whispered gently, while rubbing the pad of his thumb against the smooth skin of her cheek.

@ k1ssmysass

@ lost in stereo;
"Thank you for lighting up my life." Delilah murmured back, eyes fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird, resting closed. "That man'll never hurt 'nyone else again." She lifted her hand to rest her palm against his.

@ lost in stereo;
"Thank you for lighting up my life." Delilah murmured back, eyes fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird, resting closed. "That man'll never hurt 'nyone else again." She lifted her hand to rest her palm against his.

@ lost in stereo;
"Thank you for lighting up my life." Delilah murmured back, eyes fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird, resting closed. "That man'll never hurt 'nyone else again." She lifted her hand to rest her palm against his.

"What do you mean?" Max asked before really putting any thought into what he was asking; he wasn't sure that he even wanted to know but that never stopped questions from tumbling out of his mouth.

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