Warning: this is a trial m-rated fic and it's entirely possible I will get overwhelmingly embarrassed and rip this down and pretend I never wrote such a thing.

"I can't stop thinking about that kiss," she said, and there was some truth to that.

She had never been kissed by a woman before, and certainly never by a clone. This wasn't supposed to happen, no one had warned her. She hadn't expected the kiss, hadn't expected Cosima Niehaus at all. She had been told the name, but it was so startling to find that Cosima Niehaus was so very different from 324B21. So much more.

So, yes, she was doing what had to be done, to protect Cosima, to protect the others, as Leekie had bade her… but also, she was conducting her own experiment. She thought, for a second, with Cosima's lips moving against hers that she had felt something; something a little more pleasant than pure shock. She had pulled away too soon the first time, to put a name to it.

This time, she did not pull away. It started with brush of her fingers across Cosima's cheek, across her lips, and then her lips brushed across them too. Then they were more than brushing and, oh. There it was. It wasn't shock. It was electrifying. Delphine was calm and precise and confident… and then she was not. Instead of driving, she now was driven, by the increasing need to be close to this woman.

She heard herself gasp into their kiss when her hand first encountered the newly uncovered skin of Cosima's back, sensed that she was losing control of herself as she rapidly, desperately explored the smooth, warm pane now exposed to her, but she didn't care. She threw herself into the exploration, the heat of the desire she was feeling; welcomed the fire that burned away all the reasons she wasn't supposed to be feeling this.

They bumped into a desk and Delphine lost no time in lifting the smaller woman up off her toe tips and onto the desk, giving herself better access to the soft and remarkably sensitive skin of Cosima's neck. Now the gasps she was hearing weren't her own. Her hands roved over every part of Cosima she could reach. She kissed the spot behind her ear that had made the brunette jump before and was rewarded with a low moan as Cosima tipped her head to the side to encourage her to continue.

Delphine loved how compliant Cosima was under her hands now, and the sounds she was making. The sounds Delphine was causing her make. She had given herself up to Delphine, was letting her try whatever she wanted to, and Delphine was finding that she wanted to try everything - all at once, if she could. Her hands flew over Cosima, drinking her in greedily with her fingertips, painting her with kisses, pushing frustrating barriers of cloth out of her way and throwing them across the room.

"Woah!" Cosima bucked against her violently when Delphine's hand suddenly slipped below her belt line, fingers momentarily brushing against her before Cosima captured her wrist and pulled her back.

Delphine jumped back as if she had been slapped, a pink flush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck to her chest, her previous confidence evaporating as quickly as her eyes dropped to the floor. Cosima could read the rejection she was feeling and she rushed to banish it.

"Hey, hey, hey," Cosima murmured reassuringly, and tightened her grip on Delphine's wrist to guide her back into the cradle of Cosima's thighs before she could try to run away from her.

"I am sorry, I-"

"Shhh… don't be sorry," Cosima whispered, and pressed a sweet kiss to Delphine's cheek that made her eyes flutter closed. "You didn't do anything wrong." Her lips traced Delphine's with a gentleness that almost brought Delphine to tears. "Just not so fast, okay?"

Cosima slipped down from the desk and took Delphine's hand, and smiled encouragingly at her as she guided her to the bedroom.

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