"Where are we going?" She asks Delphine. They'd giggled and chatted their way back from dinner. Indian food at a favourite restaurant of Delphine's. They were currently climbing the stairs of an older apartment building where Delphine lived.
"Home. My home. You don't have to stay wherever Dr. Leekie put you up. You can stay with me, if you want to." Delphine responded.
She doesn't feel like being serious. Instead she teases, "Does this mean you're going to let me read your dissertation after all?"
"That would take you days Cosima." Delphine laughs in response.
Being back in Toronto, back in DYAD, and back in her apartment seemed to be very normal for Delphine. Cosima was still adjusting, she supposed since she'd signed their contract and began working at DYAD there was no reason to keep her from Delphine's apartment any longer. The key sticks slightly in the door as they enter the small apartment. They both stoop to remove their shoes. She glances around, it's small but serviceable. Decent sized kitchen for an apartment, solid wood dining table and chairs. A living room that was doubling as an office. One bedroom. She mused to herself. This was Delphine's home, and had been for some time by the looks of things.
"Ok, yeah I get it. Obvs. But I still want to read your actual thesis not the cliff notes version you gave me over dinner."
Delphine laughs, "I don't think we'll have time. We've got work to do in our lab."
"You mean on our lab - if you can call it that. And I'll make time." Cosima pulls her in, knowing that she's completely smitten. Probably worse than smitten.
"Alright, I'll find a copy... somewhere." Delphine looks towards the small section of her living room which is obviously being used as an office. Her desk was clean, perfectly organized. Papers litter half of her kitchen table and the room that is not taken up by her work belongings holds a futon couch, two large bookcases and a small television. A glass sliding door separates the living-room from the balcony.
"Not just yet." She glances meaningfully at Delphine's lips, the message clearly communicated.
Before even kissing her, Cosima reaches to Delphine's belt. Delphine lets out a laugh in response and allows her to remove it.
Delphine leans down to kiss her. Soft, passionate... perfect. Cosima sighs into her mouth pushing herself upwards, wrapping her arms around her. She's been planning for tonight though, she suddenly pushes Delphine backwards, it throws the taller woman off balance slightly and making her grip Cosima a bit tighter. She glances around, inspiration striking her when she catches sight of one of Delphine's chairs. Wooden. Solid.
She hears the sharp intake of breath as she guides Delphine down on the chair, "What are you doing?"
Cosima giggled, "You'll see, just lean back." Delphine's never been this eager yet, but she wants to play for a while. She holds Delphine's belt in her free hand.
Delphine sits up somewhat alarmed, "What are you doing with that?" Her hazel eyes widen noticeably as she glances from Cosima's face to her thick leather belt clasped in her hand.
"Sit down. You'll see." Cosima teases. This game has one goal only. Get Delphine to beg to touch her. Work past whatever damage she caused with "it showed". If Delphine wouldn't touch her unprompted, follow whatever instincts she possesses on the subject - then this game might prompt it. Or at least get Delphine begging her to fuck her. That might be enough. She enjoys topping after all, especially with Delphine. The thought alone causes her to throb slightly. She's never wanted anyone this badly.
Delphine giggles despite herself, she looks nervous though. Cosima wants to reassure her but she'd rather start this game. She pushes Delphine gently back down onto the chair. Should do the trick, it's hard to keep herself from smirking slightly as she belts the taller woman's wrists together behind the backrest, looping the belt through its wooden slats. Not so tight as to cause any permanent damage, but tight enough to leave Delphine entirely to her mercy.
Delphine glances down acknowledging her restraints, "Oh good. For a second-" Cosima grins, "What you thought I was going to hit you with it or something?"
"For a second." Delphine's breathing more easily, though the nervous way she's looking at her suggests she's not entirely comfortable being tied up.
"Nah, just a little light bondage." She leans forward and plants a trail of wet kisses across Delphine's neck before pulling back.
"What now?" Delphine looks at her, conflicted emotions playing across her face.
"I want you to tell me what you want." Cosima states plainly, "You say it- I'll do it. I don't want you just going along with whatever..."
"But I like it," Delphine smiles, "Everything we do."
"Mmmm," This distraction isn't going to work, Cosima reassures herself, she takes a stance out of reach, "Ok Dr. Cormier. Be decisive. What do you want?" Cosima teases standing just out of reach.
Delphine hesitates a moment before asking, "Will you please untie me?"
Cosima stops, "Well not quite what I had in mind. But if you really want me to, I will. You know, we don't have to play this game. I just thought it would be fun." It comes out sounding like sorry, except it's not. Not really.
Delphine sighs, tipping her chin up briefly, "Alright, kiss me then."
Permission granted, Cosima smiles to herself.
She leans over to kiss her, purposefully avoiding body contact. Not an easy game.
She feels Delphine's tongue wordlessly asking entrance, she grants it instantly. Feels Delphine leaning forward, aiming for as much contact as possible.
Eventually she pulls back, feeling slightly drunk on Delphine, to catch her breath. She silently begs the universe to let her not have a coughing fit now. Now would be the absolute worst moment.
"Touche-moi." The words come out somewhere between a moan and a whisper. Delphine just looks at her, biting her lip.
Cosima raises one eyebrow, "Where?" She understands some French, and that's an easy one.
Delphine hesitates, her accent seems thicker somehow when she responds, "Just sit on my lap."
She flips herself around and sits on Delphine's lap facing away from her, "Like this?"
But Delphine's lips have found the back of her neck and she can feel herself coming undone before she murmurs, "Oh you're cheeky. Flip around."
Cosima obeys, straddling Delphine leaning towards her, pressing their lips fervently together. She plays with one lip, grazing it lightly with her teeth, then switches to the other. Her hands seemed to have missed the memo about the game, she finds herself palming a breast with one hand while hanging on to the chair for balance with the other. She realizes there is a distinct possibility of butchering this sexy moment by falling off the chair onto the cold tile floor.
"Plus prôche." The words are mumbled into her mouth. But she understand them. Closer. She slides until her upper body is flush with Delphine's, her hands sliding under the tank that she's been wearing all day, touching skin, craving skin. And she's not the only one.
"Like this?" Cosima alternates gently stroking soft skin with letting her short nails graze along the skin of Delphine's lower back.
The voice that responds is the sexiest she's ever heard. "Non. Entre mes cuisses."
Cosima hears the words but doesn't quite understand, until she feels Delphine spread her legs beneath her, she reaches down between them and outright gropes Delphine through her pants. She feels the heat of her arousal radiating from her centre, and suddenly she doesn't want to play anymore. She wants Delphine naked and open to her. Wants her arms around her as she works her to orgasm. She falters for a moment. Why is she doing this?
When Delphine's lips claim hers again, they are frenzied, desperate. She never wants this to end. She wants to tangle her fingers in those glorious curls but her current position requires she hang on to the chair for balance.
When she breaks the kiss this time, Delphine takes a minute to assess the situation,. Her lips swollen from the kissing, panting to catch her breath, "Take off your dress."
She lifts the dress over her head and tosses it behind her. Delphine's lips reclaim hers, but only for a moment. She breaks away breathlessly, aware of how desperate she's feeling. "Fuck it." She curses under her breath and reaches back to unhook her bra, slipping it off and tossing it down to join her dress. Cosima stands and strips efficiently, shucking her tights off without fanfare. She clambers naked back on Delphine's lap. The balls of her feel just brushing the floor on either side of the chair. She hasn't been this undressed yet. Delphine doesn't look bothered though, only aroused. She's looking, that's certain. Cosima smirks, delighted with the reaction.
Delphine moves forward towards her, claiming her lips again. She digs her hands back under the fabric, trying fruitlessly to reach her breasts. She manages to unhook what feels like a rather lacy bra but cannot get her hands between the bra and Delphine's skin. It's not enough contact. Delphine squirms against her, this was supposed to be sexy, but it seemed to be turning into a lesson in frustration. Her own body doesn't hesitate to remind her how turned on she is.
"Why aren't you wearing a shirt with buttons?" Cosima groans under her breath, frustration building. Why on earth hadn't she thought to undress Delphine first? There was no way of getting that stupid black tank off her... her pants on the other hand. Cosima suddenly slips off Delphine's lap.
"Cosima..." Delphine was nearly as bad as she was, "Where are you going?"
She reaches for fly of Delphine's dress pants, unbuttoning and zipping, moving her hands to slip the fabric off. Delphine firmly plants her feet on the floor, helpfully raising her hips. Still undressing her at this angle was difficult to do.
Finally, she eased the black fabric off Delphine's feet and standing, throws the pants on the kitchen floor.
Kneeling down, she kisses along Delphine's now bare thigh inhaling deeply. She can't get enough of her. This was not part of the plan, but she can't resist anymore. She's been wanting this too long. She's dripping wet.
She groans, "Ugh... you smell amazing." Cosima can't help herself, she has to nuzzle, get closer to taste. An unexpected interruption in their game. She drops to her knees in front of Delphine and slides her panties down her thighs and off her feet. She stares for a moment, damp curls and swollen sex beckoning to her.
The second her mouth makes contact with Delphine's sex she can feel her straining against the belt. She meant to be a tease, she really did but she can't bring herself to care anymore. Slipping her hands underneath Delphine, she grabs hold of her ass and draws her impossibly closer.
Her tongue swirls and dives, as Delphine moans above her. She loses herself in low moans, in the feel and taste of her. She hums into her, delighting in this. She meets her eyes impishly but is nearly overwhelmed by the intensity in the hazel eyes staring back at her. So she concentrates elsewhere. Strong thighs trapping her as a foot caresses her back. She holds her steady as she works her, feels her arching and rolling her hips.
"Cosima..." She hears her named moaned from somewhere above her.
Delphine suddenly stills and shakes against her, so she rides out her climax. A sense of satisfaction breaks over her, some relief from her own arousal. But she doesn't stop, she doesn't want to stop. She doesn't want to think about clones or DYAD or whatever is going on in Delphine's mind. She wants to exist here, where everything is simple. If she just keeps making love to her she can pretend that they're normal. The tang of Delphine's arousal flooding her senses, the rock of her hips, her little cries. Nothing could ever be this good. She wonders absently if Delphine is crying again.
"Cosima..." Delphine's voice is breathless, "I want to hold you."
She leans back enough to undo the belt, the other woman slips from the chair and lands on her lap on the kitchen floor. A delicate hand reaches up to stroke her face, fingers graze over her lips. She sighs audibly looking at Delphine's gorgeous flushed face.
Delphine wraps shaky arms around her. Eyes wet with tears. She's being kissed again, and she can feel her heartbeat pounding against her skin. As she moves she feels how wet she is, she's dripping on to her thighs.
"How are you this wet?" Cosima mutters more to herself than to Delphine.
Delphine bites her lip, her eyes unfocused for a moment as if calculating something, "En pleine ovulation? Euh... Ovulating?"
And just like that she's giggling like mad clinging to a woman she's not sure she can trust. She just can't let her go though. She doesn't let herself think the words. She knows she's falling for her.
Oh she wants her again. Now. She guides the black tanks over her head and pulls the undone bra from her body. She takes note of the red marks on Delphine's arms.
"Oh I'm sorry. I should have waited to try something like that. Gotten proper restraints... are you ok?" And she wants to be worried, only Delphine is laughing at her.
"I'm... great." She cuddles herself in closer, "You don't have to wait for anything." She nuzzles Cosima's cheek as she shyly strokes her breast.
"Anything?" Cosima's mind spins, an idea forming that she should really push back down. But the image of burying her hand in Delphine won't go away. And it's too much too soon, and it's not the right time but she asks anyways. "Like fisting?"
"What?"