*Inspired by thegeekmonkey's French Leather hate!ship concept on Tumblr
It was the closest Delphine would ever come to loving Cosima again.
She took this figure in - a twisted mix of someone she loved and someone she hated, wrapped into one person. It was a body that should've been able to arouse her like Cosima's did but would never know how. A constant reminder of the sweet caresses that were no longer hers to have and the remnants of what's so unfairly left behind.
Each haunted by the same ghost, the only people they blamed more than each other were themselves.
Delphine pressed herself up against Sarah and breathed her in, almost examining her for traces of Cosima. Anything she could find. Anything she could grab onto.
Cosima was a musk of syrupy smoke - sweet and savory, begging to be inhaled. Sarah was different. Sarah was - leather - worn skin, damaged and dangerous.
As the brunette's arm slid itself across her the small of her back, Delphine was overcome with the sickening need to kiss this warm body all over. And yet any strange attraction was poisoned by the fact that Delphine couldn't help but blame Sarah for living.
Why did Sarah get to be here while the skin around Delphine's eyes was still chapped from crying the day she put Cosima in the ground?
This other version tasted different. She moved different - Sarah's hips rolling into Delphine with more force, fueled by anger instead of love.
Sarah saw a challenge in Delphine. A challenge for herself to make love to this beautiful new creature. And a challenge for Delphine to take it, knowing Sarah could never be the person Delphine yearned to see again. It was an emotional abuse that Sarah was accustomed to, deliciously and disturbingly comfortable with. Paul and Vic were easy to figure out. To manipulate. Women were harder.
Standing against her late clone's girlfriend, Sarah leaned into Delphine and placed her thigh between the two stalks of legs, finding comfort in the warmth there. Delphine jumped at the forwardness. Sarah smirked.
Even when Delphine had moaned over Cosima's touch for the first time, there was a gentle give and take. Any tension was borne of passion, not of pain. With Cosima it felt foreign, but never wrong. This was a different experience entirely.
Sarah breathed into Delphine's neck. "Felix told me to kick your ass." Her hands slid over the body part in question.
"Cosima told me to take care of you," Delphine whispered, her eyes surveying Sarah's lips.
They kissed softly, exploring the contours of each other's mouths with their tongues, grazing the new skin with their hands. This would be the last time they'd ever be so gentle.
Delphine stumbled backwards towards Felix's bed. He was out for the night with one of his boys but they put the screwdriver in just in case. They decided that whatever anger he might feel from being locked out of his own apartment would be nothing compared to how he'd react if he found out.
Tearing clothes away to let flesh meet flesh, their bodies tangled together and hit the sheets, each equally eager to explore the other, neither willing to let her counterpart take the lead.
Delphine tried to think of how Cosima had taught her and guided her. Allowed her to do her best and then turned around to show her how it was really done, happy to give Delphine better than what she got in return, happy to please her. But Sarah seemed to have no patience for a lesson.
Delphine placed her hands firmly on Sarah's thighs and spread her legs apart. She put her strength into it in a way she would've never considered with Cosima. The push and pull fueled her, rocking their bodies and raging their minds.
Sarah's jaw dropped in helplessness as Delphine's tongue explored, opening Sarah to a painful pleasure, one she felt she deserved. For not being able to...
The brunette thrust herself upwards, her legs intertwined with Delphine's, her open mouth searching for the woman's lips. Delphine ran her hands through Sarah's brown locks and twirled them, pulling them in strands away from the skin, twisting them almost into knots, forcing herself to see Cosima. To create her. Even for a moment. Sarah pushed her body into Delphine's and moaned.
In an brief instant of ecstatic arousal, Delphine looked straight into Sarah's eyes and saw the same colors she used to see in Cosima's, the flecks of green and brown. When they were this close. Chest to chest. If you took all the other stuff away, it was still her. It could still be. She remembered how Cosima's pupils dilated when she took her glasses off. How her eyes rolled back when she touched her. How Delphine leaned into her face, making sure that Cosima could see her clearly with her less than perfect vision.
Sarah grabbed Delphine's hands and placed them on her breasts. Delphine snapped out of her dream world and let a laugh escape.
"What?" Sarah asked, offended.
"They're smaller somehow." Delphine smiled. "Than hers."
Sarah flipped Delphine over on her back and let her fingers find the wetness. Delphine's laughter snuck away, giggles morphing into groans.
Sarah wanted desperately to give Delphine the illusion of Cosima. She wanted to give it back to her so close only to pull it away again. She worked at her until Delphine's teeth drew blood from her bottom lip. It tasted like Cosima. During her last days. Blood-stained lips, sick with sweat. Red liquid expelled from an infected chest. And Delphine kissed those lips anyway. Wanting to swallow any fears from that once fearless creature. The most hopeful, open and honest person she knew - demoted to the role of victim. None of it was fair.
Sarah, on the other hand, knew how to be a victim, didn't she?
"Orphan wretch," Delphine whispered to the woman whose digits were curling inside of her. Sarah resented this. "Say again?" Victim she was not. Survivor was the word she was thinking of. Her fingers continued to work tirelessly, pulsing new life inside of the French beauty.
And just as Delphine was about to climax, Sarah pulled away, hovering over the shaking blonde, who was writhing with the ache and promise of pleasure.
"S'il te plait." Delphine gasped. "Please. S'il te plait."
Grinning, Sarah watched Delphine's back arch higher and higher, French curse words dripping from her lips, and when she reached a peak, Sarah entered her again and finished her off. She, too, found pleasure in it. A bizarre rapture intertwined with that of her strange bedfellow.
Sarah collapsed onto Delphine's heaving chest. For a moment they were one, lying, expelling heavy breaths like poison being detoxed from the body. Limbs mixed together. Wet blinks that threatened to drop tears. Exchanging heat, understanding what they did to each other, accepting what they received in return, almost - maybe, almost - forgiving, for Cosima's sake.
After a few moments of silence, Sarah breathed out her admission: "You know, I've never been with a woman before."
And Delphine wept, as she told Cosima she always did after sex.