It is around Cosima that her tongue loosens.
She has always been slightly rigid. The science, the undercover lies, the general European in her makes her tall and firm. It is around Cosima that she finally relaxes. Delphine can't remember when. Perhaps it was at the lecture, running amok with stolen wine. The laughs bubbling from her chest were so foreign then, and Delphine was shocked, was alarmed at her debauched state, and then overwhelmingly pleased. Cosima is fun. Or, perhaps it was the first time the dreadlocked girl got her truly baked, lounging on her back on their shared lab floor, going into hysterics over polonium. Delphine can't ever remember feeling so light, so airy.
Then there's the swearing. Delphine, keeping with the mysterious French girl image, will once in a while let the occasional "merde" slip through her lips, a beaker dropped or the bunsen burning her finger, but for the most part she remains silent. Cosima, however, is all shit, fuck, and damn. (Neither of them will ever amount to Sarah's colorful vocabulary, but that's a story for another time). Hella makes it's way into Delphines lexicon without her even realizing it, the awkward french lilt never failing to make Cosima smile. She loves listening to the flow of Cosima's chatter, unaware and unconcerned of the oaths she lets forth (She'd be lying if she said it didn't slightly arouse her). The first time they make love, the immunologist can't help the curses coming out of her mouth, Of course, they felt dishonest at the time, she was spying, she wasn't supposed to feel so warm and loved. She wants to make it up to Cosima, but then Cosima is ill, and that's when Delphine swears the most. The stress slips it's way into conversation, her mouth is tense and and relaxed around the words all at once. "Scott, get the hell over here", or "Fuck Rachel, we just need the treatment, and we can make that happen without her,"become daily utterances. "Shit, shit, shit, Cosima, mon amour, are you alright?", is her least favorite one. It feels good to swear though. It helps, alleviates.
That's all in the past though, and Cosima is well, truly 100% well. They talk, move past the dishonesty. Not without trouble and a few tears (and Delphine finds herself loose with curses again), but things are heading in the right direction. Cosima and her have an apartment now, close to the PhD students sisters, and the clone club feels safer, can breathe a little easier. Delphine feels wonderful. She is relaxed.
Cosima comes home late one night after babysitting Kira to find Delphine in a tizzy in the kitchen. Their dishwasher is broken, and she is attempting to clean a few days worth of dishes, one of her least favorite activities. She is sweaty, she is frazzled, her hair a golden cloud around her face. "Poor girl", says Cosima, coming up behind her, winding her arms around her waist, nudging her hair out of the way to kiss her neck.
"If you feel so bad for me, ma cherie, you could take a few dishes yourself."
"Mmmm, but I'm having much more fun watching you. Sad little puppy."
"Hmph."
They stand like this for a few moments, Delphine no longer really minding the soapy water and the plates, Cosima just breathing in her scent. They do this now, just reveling in each other. It's when Cosima trails her lips down Delphine's neck that she stutters, losing the moment and focusing solely on that. "I missed you today", the brunette says, pausing to suck lightly on taller girls neck, making her shiver slightly. "I missed you to, cherie. Housework on the weekends isn't much fun without you." She turns around in Cosima's embrace, limber and floaty, to bend her mouth down to catch her lips. Cosima's tongue ghosts over her lips, and she opens her mouth, welcoming the probing muscle. Delphine bites down slightly on the smaller girls lip then, relishing the little sigh issued forth from (healthy!) lungs. Their kisses have a sedative effect, and when Delphine pulls back to breathe, her eyelids are drooping. Cosima isn't having any of that though, and she pulls Delphine closer, raking her in for another kiss, more intense and fiery than the last. "Yup," she says, making Delphine chuckle when she slides her hands into her back pants pocket, "I really, really missed you." Delphine is taken unawares then, and finds her breath hitching when Cosima presses her tight against the counter. Cosima is looking at her, ravenous and darked eyed, and when she kisses Delphine it feels like she wants to devour her, and Delphine doesn't know, she kinda wants her to. Her shirts gone, she doesn't know how, and when the Cosima dips her head down to capture her nipple in a hot mouth, she feels the familiar heat pooling at her thighs. "No bra today. Naughty girl", and suddenly Delphine is on fire. She likes the dirty language, something she thinks Cosima is catching onto. It's so new, so unrestrained compared to past lovers, and it does something completely unknown to her. "I didn't want one, I knew you were going to come home and just take it off," the blonde says, and Cosima laughs. She continues her suckling, reaching the other hand up to caress her other breast, and Delphines eyes roll slightly back into her head. She pulls Cosima up, and their kissing hungrily. Delphine relieves her lover of her pants, and is cupping wet heat when Cosima stops her. "Nope, you're all fucking mine tonight", Cosima says, and Delphine feels herself growing wetter, if that's possible. "You're so beautiful," Cosima breathes, pulling Delphine's pajama shorts and underwear down in one fell swoop, pushing her through the space and sitting her up on their kitchen island. "It's not fair," she continues, pouting, pushing Delphine further back so she is laying down on the cold marble, "to come home and see you looking all hot and flustered, knowing that it's because of some dirty dishes and not me " She lays kisses to Delphine's bare thighs, and the French woman groans in anticipation. The brunette smirks, lazily kissing and licking above and around the spot she needs her most. She gently bites at Delphine's thigh, and that's when she breaks. "Mon amour, please," She whimpers, and Cosima dives in with the fervor of a starving addict. She sucks on her clit, flicking it in time with her tongue. Delphine is awash with feelings, losing herself in heat. Cosima is so good at what she does, long licks and gentle strokes, making the immunologist insane.
Suddenly, the contact stops and Delphine whimpers at the loss, the cold air on her core. Cosima is up, climbing over her body on the kitchen counter, and her thigh is replacing her tongue. Delphine groans. "Merde, Cosima." Cosima pauses to lick greedily at her neck, and when Delphines thigh raises contact with her own core, she bites down, hard. "Fuck yeah..." she breathes out, causing Delphine to whimper. The brunnette smirks, biting harder. "You're so sexy, Delphine. You make me so hot, I can't believe it." Delphine is barely breathing, the brunettes low, panting voice in her ear. What she says next sends a throb of heat to her core. "I know you like it when I say filthy things to you." Cosima whispers this, taking Delphines earlobe into her mouth. "I like saying them too you." Delphine can only nod in agreement, holding on for dear life as Cosima grinds harder into her. "What do you want me to do?" The dreadlocked girl asks. A bite on her earlobe. Delphine pauses, stumbles to remember her own answer. Their relationship is honest now, and she's going to be honest to Cosima. "Talk dirty to me, amour." She breathes into Cosima's ear, and the smaller girl groans, bearing down into Delphine's thigh. "Fuck, Delphine", she whimpers. "You're so sexy. Do you know how fucking sexy you are?" Their grinding continuously on each other now, lost in the rhythm. "You turn me on so much." Cosima's hand ghosts down Delphines ribs, and the blonde shrieks when her fingers make contact with her clit, sliding through the wet heat. "Shit, you're so wet. I love feeling how fucking wet you get for me. I bet you think about it all day, my fingers inside of you. I know I do. Just the thought of you works me up so bad, I have to excuse myself, go outside, breathe until I'm not on fire." Delphine mewls at the words, Cosima's breath rasping in her ear, pressing her thigh higher into Cosima's cunt, making the girl tremble. "Look at you, all flushed and red, begging for my fingers, you love it," Cosima continues, bearing down harder on Delphines nub with her thumb, slipping two fingers inside, kissing her messily. "I love fucking you, making love to you. You're always so tight, so ready. Do you like this?" It's a not quite there, breathy "yes" that Cosima gets in reply, but she thrusts harder, and Delphine can barely take it. "So. Sexy," the clone hisses, punctuating each word with a kiss. Cosima is everywhere, pressing her down, taking her fully, Delphine is wrapped up in the smaller girl. She's never felt like this before, the pressure and heat indescribable. "I love you, Delphine, I love you so fucking much," and it's that exclamation, timed with a perfect twist of Cosima's fingers, that makes Delphine shatter, white heat blinding her like never before, moaning without restraint. She is falling, she's never came this hard. Delphine is vaguely aware of Cosima grunting above her, rutting on her thigh until she too, shakes wordlessly, and then another wave of pleasure overtakes her, a dam breaking, rolling her eyes back into blackness and making Cosima's name burst forth from her lips. The heat spreads it's way over her body in slow, delicious waves.
They lay like that for a long while, trembles still issuing forth from their bodies, until Cosima slowly withdraws her hand, making Delphine whimper and shake. "Whoa. Look at that," she exclaims, her hand glistening. Delphine is slow to figure out what happened, head still cloudy with orgasm. "Oh….oh! I have never-" she licks her lips, trying to bring moisture to her mouth. "Dude, you totally squirted", Cosima brags, smirking, sucking on her fingers. "I'm so damn good." Delphine turns red, overcome at the new experience. "I liked it very much", she murmurs. Cosima's smile falters, she looks guilty, and she swoops in to give the blonde a loud kiss. "Hey, hey, and I liked making you do it, silly. Don't be embarrassed, baby. You were so gorgeous. You are so gorgeous." Delphine smiles, wrapping jelly arms around Cosima. "Je t'aime Cosima", she whispers, kissing her cheek. "I love you too" Cosima replies, smiling, eyes dark, when Delphine groans as she replaces her hand back to the blondes center. "I'm not fucking done with you yet," she growls, diving in for another toe-curling kiss.
It begins again.