Part II
How could there be a whole sweater box of gadgets érotique under their bed and Delphine hadn't known?
("Really?" Cosima asked her, her mouth pulling askew in that teasing way of hers.
"I thought it was," Delphine argued, with an abbreviated gallic shrug, "sweaters!")
Now they were sitting on the floor, Cosima bearing an expression part amusement, part what seemed to be fond remembrance, and Delphine was trying to take it all in.
"Why would you need," Delphine paused to mentally count, "five vibrators?" Cosima laughed.
"Well, it's not like I bought them all at the same time," she answered, waving her hands. "Sometimes you just want to try different things, to see if you like them, or if you're in a different mood, you know? Like, this one has a constant, strong vibration, and that other one has settings where it pulses. And six."
Delphine nodded. Pulses, she was thinking. Then she paused.
"'Six?'"
"Yeah," Cosima shrugged, then gestured over her shoulder, "counting the big one."
Delphines eyes moved to the closet shelf where a large, double-headed massager waited, she had thought, innocently.
"But Cosima!" She couldn't conceal her shock. "That is a sports massager. You use it on your back or limbs when they are tight and pulled. It… it rumbles."
The entire tip of Cosima's tongue was poking from between her grinning teeth, now.
"Yeah, and? You can use it for both. Post-workout, or for a workout."
Delphine's face was a baffled, concerned reflection of her internal processing. She was beginning to wonder if Cosima wasn't going to pull out a jackhammer next.
Cosima was, perhaps, enjoying this conversation too much.
"You are so, cute," she teased her girlfriend, reaching over to pinch/tickle her side, then leaning in to kiss the corner of her mouth. Delphine let out a sigh.
"Listen," Cosima soothed her, taking her hand and stroking it with her thumb, "we're just looking, having fun. None of this indicates anything I want from you, and none of it indicates anything you have to like or do. I have my feelings and body, and you have yours. We can share whatever we like of them, and the rest—" she made a gesture cutting through the air with her other hand, wiping things clear between them.
Delphine was quiet for a moment, then pursed her lips.
"… is negotiable," she said.
"Huhn?" It was Cosima's turn to be confused.
"The rest, everything, is negotiable. Maybe we are not comfortable with some things right away, but we talk about it and we, experiment, as you said, and we see what we like, and what we enjoy doing because it gets the other person really," she paused and pulled her lover's hand to hers, kissing her fingers, "hot." At that word, Delphine curled her tongue to pull Cosima's index finger into her mouth and sucked gently on it from the lowest knuckle to the pad. A smile formed around the finger as Cosima's mouth dropped open and eyes darkened, and Delphine gave a playful, squeezing nip to the tip.
"Guh," Cosima answered eloquently. Now Delphine giggled.
Cosima's eyes narrowed.
"Doctor Cormieeerrr…"
Far less rattled, Delphine poked around further in the box.
"Is this a… tiny feather duster?" she asked, picking up one item.
Cosima shook her head and snapped out of it.
"Uh, sort of. It came with this bottle of, like, this flavoured powder? A girl I was seeing got it. You're supposed to dust this powder on each other and then, like, lick it off, because it's really sweet, or something. But that just got sticky." She shrugged. "I did like the tickle of the feathers, though."
Delphine raised an eyebrow at her.
"Noted." She felt somewhat relieved that everything in the box wasn't going to involve getting stronger, harder, faster, and more intense, to the point of mechanization. She could accept her lover having a higher tolerance for vibration than her, but she didn't want to feel inadequate. "What about this?" She held up what looked like a bright orange, plastic, horse pill.
"Oh," Cosima took it from her and pulled it apart into two halves. She squeezed the hollow ends a couple times. "Put out your finger."
Delphine did as she was told and Cosima pressed one of the hollow ends to her finger pad, squeezing slightly, until it stuck there by suction. There was a pause, then Delphine looked up for clarification. Cosima popped the item off her finger, and touched the swollen, red circle where it had been.
"See that?" She pointed, probing the spot. "The blood rushes in. Gets the area sensitive." She looked up into Delphine's eyes. "Think nipples," she finished, wiggling her eyebrows.
Delphine felt her face flush. The blood was rushing to her nipples just thinking about it.
"They're okay," Cosima shrugged, pushing both halves back together. "I just never found it very sexy using something that looks kinda like traffic cones for your…"
She was about to put the device back in the box, when Delphine reached out and stopped her. Cosima's eyes flew up again, and she gauged the look on her lover's face.
"… or maybe they really, really, could be. We'll just leave that out for now," she finished, placing the item aside from the box.
Delphine smiled and they began poking through the box again. There was a length of soft rope ("yeah, that didn't work out so well," Cosima dismissed, making Delphine resolve to ask about the story behind it at some point,) a few small black rubber bits ("oh, those were the covers for some clamps. Turns out I only enjoy using those as roach clips,") two bottles of lube, condoms, and two silicone dildos, one a wavy pink, the other the unlikely shape of a smiling dolphin, ("that I kept as a joke," Cosima insisted, "I was seeing this girl in PETA…")
Delphine finally pulled out a ball of leather and nylon webbing that turned out to be two harnesses, tangled together. Cosima set about working them apart.
"The nylon one works well, is easier to wash and is less… leather-y than the leather, I guess. But I kind of think the leather's hot." This reminded her of something. "You know, I'm totally taking you to the Folsom Street Fair someday."
"Someday," Delphine smirked. She was weighing the more free-form dildo in her palm.
"Why only two?" she asked.
"What?"
"Why only two, euhm, 'dildos?'" Delphine clarified. "You seem to like to sample so much else. Or was the dolphin just enough?"
Cosima rolled her eyes at the taunt, then narrowed them in thought.
"I dunno," she admitted. "I had more. But, I guess for both sanitary reasons and emotionally cleaning house I tend to throw away the ones I use with a specific person for a while after we break up. The pink one is just my favourite," she reached out, snatched the offending water-mammal shaped one from Delphine's lap and chucked it in the direction of the bedroom door, "and this one, which is a joke, is getting tossed now."
Delphine smiled at the small pink patches that rose to her girlfriend's cheeks, then watched as Cosima held up the finally-extracted leather harness up with a small "ta-dah!" Delphine tilted her head, resting her chin on one hand.
"Soooo," she started, "if that is what you have done, and we are in a relationship now, perhaps we should get some, just for us?" She looked up at Cosima from under her lashes, and appreciated the slow grin that tugged at the smaller woman's mouth, along with the slow rise of heat in her eyes.
"Oh, yeah," Cosima answered, "I definitely think we should try that…"
She leaned over, across the open toy box, and pressed a slow, sensual kiss to her lover's lips. Delphine cupped Cosima's cheek in one hand and kissed back, pressing closer, until a hum broke from Cosima's throat and their tongues began to dance. Cosima dropped the harness to her lap to reach out her hands to her lover, but there was a sudden thunk as something heavy fell out of the wadded belting of the nylon version. They both looked down. A small, conical, glass object laid on the rug. Delphine raised her eyebrows.
"I thought you said you only had those two left," she noted, "and that looks rather small…"
Cosima flung both harnesses over the surprise item.
"That's…" she bit her lip for a moment, flustered. It was a gesture she had picked up from Delphine. "That's… not a dildo," she finished, her eyes turning upwards to regard Delphine from under their lashes, as if expecting judgement.
Delphine recalled the size and shape of the "rather small dildo," its bulbous thicker end and its flared base.
"Wait a minute," she realized, "that doesn't go in your…"
Cosima silenced her with another kiss.
"Nope," she barely answered, and pushed the box aside, pulling Delphine into her arms, "and we'll talk about that later," she mumbled between kisses.
Delphine was part chuckling, part kissing back and part squirming in resistance.
"Oh, so now after acting the Big Expert you are going to try to distract me from…"
"Yep, ya caught me," Cosima agreed shortly, tugging at her lower lip with a kiss and pulling her up towards the bed. Delphine giggled as Cosima pushed her down and laid herself atop her, beginning to bite and suck at her neck.
"But you will be telling me…" Delphine tried again, then caught her breath at a particularly strong nibble. "No lovemarks above the collar," she half-heartedly reminded the woman seducing her, with a flimsy slap to her shoulder.
"Later," Cosima insisted, working her way to the hollow of Delphine's throat, with a self-satisfied smile as her girlfriend moaned. "Don't make me need to take that rope out."
AN: I promise not all of these are going to be smutty without the actual sex. Sometimes it just seems a good place to close the curtain. And remember, I love comments and reviews, even if they aren't glowing ones!
