"What do you want from all this?" Cosima lounges next to her in bed. "I mean, you already know I'm dying. So no long term commitments, obviously."
"I want to be with you." Delphine offers. "I want to be your lover for the rest of your life." Rest of Cosima's life. How long was that now? Months? Years? What exactly was she committing to? She knows enough about medicine to know that if it were days or weeks, Cosima would be in far poorer condition.
"That, that I can do." Cosima laughs. "But… umm are you still going to work?" An inquisitive head tilts in her direction. For a moment, she unsure how she should answer. She hadn't had a relationship in years, and integrating that into her life could become, complex.
"I've cut back a lot." Delphine responds honestly, "my dissertation is demanding more and more of my time." Stopping? No, she wants the income. Needs it, really. What else could she do before academia took over completely? Before the planned-for post-doc took the place of this work.
Cosima goes very quiet for a couple moments. "Okay." She calls quietly. "Okay, we'll do this." She nods as if to confirm this. "What now?"
"I want to spoil you." Delphine cuddles into her skin, kissing her forehead. "I want to take you out." She looks around the messy room, surely they could get dressed and go do something.
"So… not just lovers then." Cosima murmurs, "you're talking dates and a relationship?"
"Does it matter what we call it?" Delphine smiles, "I want to go out with you…We can get dressed, have dinner."
"I think I like that." Cosima whispers back in the dark. "I'll just have to take my meds first. So glamorous."
Cosima pushes herself up out of bed with surprising agility, but the container she pulls from her desk drawer has pills sorted for the entire week, the compartment she opens is quickly emptied and swallowed with water, before Cosima digs in her fridge, grabbing an apple to take her medication with.
"That many?"
"Yup." Cosima nods.
She's unsure she wants to know exactly what is wrong with Cosima. Cancer? An autoimmune disease? Kidney issues? Does it matter?
"I am going to take you out," Delphine teases out the words as she pulls on her clothes. Dressing in as alluring a way she can manage. She smiles at Cosima before she continues, "to the most expensive sushi restaurant in this city."
"Seriously?!" Cosima balks, laughing, still naked. She may be the sex worker, but as she watches Cosima roam around her apartment as she finds whatever it is she wants to wear, she doubts she has ever had that sort of nonchalance about her own body. There's no show, no nothing, just a body.
"First, I want to shower…" Delphine gestures, then backtracks. "But you can go first."
"Umm let's just shower together…" Cosima lowers her voice purposefully, her own brand of seduction.
Delphine shakes her head, "no. I only shower alone." That is her time, her space and she is not willing to let Cosima into it. Sex is one thing, bathing together is… another.
"Fine. I'll just… go first then." Cosima shrugs, swallowing her pills and taking a liberal bite of apple. "Then the spoiling can begin." She continues with a mischievous smile.
The fact that she's spending his money on her, gives her an odd satisfaction. She has plenty of it, after all. Her one bedroom in Montréal is… well, easily paid for. And she continues to work and save.
She orders for them, the chef's choice. And dish after dish of impeccably plated plated sushi arrives. Each creation more delicious than the last. She picks it up with her fingers, she's never been great at chopsticks, which she watches Cosima wield like a pro, happily popping the latest raw fish creation into her mouth, full lips closing over the chopsticks as she withdraws them.
"This is amazing." Cosima grins at her, when they are finally reduced to drinking tea across from each other, a small plate of fresh fruit the last thing to arrive at the table.
"Good. I wanted it to be." She's been here before, working. But this, this is new memories made. Laughter and smiling, and the way the patrons just look over them, as if two women out for an early dinner is just commonplace. And perhaps they don't read them as lovers, but she's not read as a whore or a sugar baby either.
"I… I really like being with you, Delphine." Cosima toys with a piece of pickled ginger. "There is just one thing I want to know."
"Anything." Why keep secrets from a dying woman after all?
"Is that your real name?"
"Yes." She answers with a slow easy smile. "Delphine Cormier."
"I just… I just wanted to be sure."
"I do use fake names, but not with you. Never with you." Delphine assures her. This is authentic, this is as… true a connection as she's ever had.
"Good." Cosima answers, as if she's not truly sure what to believe.
"Here," Delphine holds out her hand. "Hand me your phone."
Cosima rummages in her purse briefly before handing it over, only taking a moment to unlock it.
Delphine quickly enters her information into contact. Her real name, her own cell number, not the pay-as-you-go cheap cell she uses for work.
Cosima gives her a sweet half smile as she takes back her phone, dialing the number instantly, pleased when she hears ringing from her own purse. "It works."
"It does." Delphine smiles with satisfaction. "Now, do you want to take me home?"
The brunette tilts her head. "You don't have anywhere else to be?" She asks, circling her fingers around the small mug of tea in front of her.
"Non…" Delphine finds herself turning on the charm, the act, despite herself. "I don't take the train home until tomorrow."
"Take me home." Cosima says after a long pause, observing her as if she can see through the façade.
It's a giddy climb back up the narrow stairs that lead to Cosima's apartment. But once inside, she merely smiles and closes the door. This part, this is easy.
"Come here…" Delphine grins, pulling Cosima back into her arms, she pushes her down on the bed, letting her fingers slowly work the zipper on her dress.
"You're really into me, aren't you?" Cosima is smiling back at her, watching and shrugging herself out of her clothes.
She only smiles in response, pulling Cosima's dress over her head before pushing her gently backwards. Lips meeting and clinging, little gasps of breath, building the desire between them once again.
Delphine grins into increasingly passionate kisses, pleased to just be… enjoying herself.
It's ridiculous, but she finds herself on top of Cosima, excitedly groping her between the legs. "Oh…" She sighs softly at the feel of her new lover, at Cosima's excitement. She pulls Cosima in for another kiss, and then another as she works her fingers inside of her.
She's surprised at first how much noise Cosima makes. Little gasps and intakes of breaths, low little moans. It's not loud so much as different.
"Is this good?" Delphine asks softly, keeping her movements steady, insistent.
Cosima answers her in a low breath. "Yeah…"
Cosima's responses please her, a little moan and arms that cling to her more tightly, she thrusts her fingers again, deeper, more firmly. The warm, wet feel of her. Slickness that closes itself around her probing digits.
She's an addict, as bad as her clients… only it's Cosima's enjoyment that she's after. But her fixation on being inside, on fucking, the small brunette surprises her. She starts making her own little noises, not even thinking much of it until Cosima comes laughing til she nearly chokes.
"Oooh. You're a loud one Cormier." Cosima giggles again, shifting her hips back until Delphine withdraws.
And she wants to smile back, to tease, to continue this and enjoy the day. But something catches her eye, hand still on Cosima's inner thigh, reluctant to give up this intimate territory altogether.
"Blood?" Delphine looks down at the smear her fingers have left on Cosima's bare thigh. Her fingers too, are tinged red.
"It's fine… happens sometimes." Cosima grins. There's no apology in it. All completely matter-of-fact. "If it bothers you, we can avoid penetration."
"Did I hurt you?" She suddenly concerned, biting her lip.
"A little… but it was good." The brunette reassures her. "If it was really bad, I'd stop you."
The reality becomes clearer, Cosima is sick. This, all of this, is incredibly temporary. Whatever thoughts lurk at what comes later, what comes after, are quickly pushed back down.
"I'm sorry." She's not really sure what else to say, before she lays a soft kiss on Cosima's cheek.
Cosima squirms and smiles before asking. "Is this… like pity sex?" The mood shifts, rendering them both vulnerable against burgundy sheets.
"Do you care? You hired an escort." Delphine shoots back without thinking before she stops herself, and Cosima by grabbing her by the arms. "Non, Cosima. I want to do this… I like doing this… it's a ...wonderful surprise."
"Until I die on you." Cosima subs in unhelpfully.
"Yes," Delphine nods, "until then."
She wonders if she's starting a new habit, leaving Montréal earlier on Thursdays and rushing to Cosima's as soon as she arrives in Toronto. But she's fixated. She wants her. And it's thrilling. The entire train ride, she'd fantasized, remembered, to the point that her face had been flushed the greater part of the journey.
She hadn't even stopped at the hotel, though she'd picked up the card key. She was too eager to get here, to get to Cosima.
"Come here, come here…" Delphine breathes, during one particularly speedy greeting. As she draws Cosima in, she wants her now, before she works.
"God…yes" Cosima lets her head fall back as her own lips trace an increasingly familiar path up her neck her to her ear lobe. She captures the tender lobe and teases it with her teeth, her tongue, before sucking gently.
Cosima's noises are something else altogether. She's used to grunting and groaning, even the moaning of her clients at times. And before that, from boyfriends, and lovers and even a couple one-night stands. But Cosima, her sounds… they shudder down through her own body, increasing the terrible heat between her legs.
Her bag is dropped near the doorway as she pushes Cosima back, towards the bed. They don't have much time. She has somewhere to be Friday morning, but she doesn't want to think about that now. Just Cosima.
"Wait… wait what do you want?" Cosima babbles up at her from the bed once she has her pinned. She rolls her hips in response. Pleasing Cosima, teasing her, this has all become so easy. Cosima's hands respond, running up from her hips as they slide under her shirt to cup her bare breasts. The brunette grins madly at this discovery.
"I want you to make love to me… feel you so deep inside…" Delphine smiles up at Cosima, encouraging her passion. It's true, she enjoys this. Even as she delicately removes Cosima's skirt, tossing it onto the floor as she traces a finger along the thin fabric of striped panties.
"But first, I want to eat you out." Delphine moans, moving with the gentle motions of Cosima's hands. She finishes stripping the brunette,
"Really?" Cosima cocks an eyebrow at her, even as she's pulling her tank off over her head, her jeans are left on, for now.
"Yes!" It's Cosima's pleasure she's after, she could not care less whether or not she enjoys doing it. She assumes she won't, but it cannot possibly be worse than blow jobs.
She ducks herself down between Cosima's legs, finding herself face to face with a swollen and clearly aroused sex.
Cosima looks down affectionately, "You okay?"
"Mmmhmm." Delphine hums affirmatively, not trusting her words. Surely she can figure this out, make this good for Cosima.
She licks her happily, the taste is much better than she expected, and it's oddly arousing. She leans back in for another taste, and then another.
"You are delicious." Delphine looks up at Cosima in amazement to find her lover grinning madly at her. "I had no idea... " She moans again as drops her mouth, returning it to the slickness of her lover's sex.
She eats her out, delightedly, enthusiastically and is rewarded by more noises, by Cosima's hands stroking over her head, her shoulders, tangling in her hair. It seems, perfect, for the moment. And no chances of hurting Cosima, or making her bleed. And she's wet, so wet, she swears she's pulsing by the time Cosima comes.
Afterwards she flops back on the mattress, mouth and chin still sticky with Cosima's fluids, with her arousal. Cosima doesn't move for a long time, barely opens her eyes with a ridiculous grin on her face.
"What?"
"I just… I wasn't expected that. Especially so fucking enthusiastically." Cosima laughs again, "You're just so sexy…" Cosima grins at her, pulling her in.
"I have to go." Delphine apologizes, looking at the clock radio next to the bed, "I… I have a client at seven, and he's not one… well let's say he doesn't waste time." She thinks that gets the point across.
"Oh…" Cosima turns awkward again, and perhaps there is no way around that. Unless she does something incredibly stupid for her.
"I ...I can come back, but it'll be close to midnight." Delphine suggests. That should give her more than enough time to clean herself up and change. Come back here just to sleep next to Cosima.
"Okay… Honestly this is all… a little much for me sometimes." The brunette admits, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
So soon? Delphine wonders. After less than two weeks Cosima feels the strain of this?
"I understand… if you don't want me to come back after, that's fine." Delphine nods. After all, hadn't that been her own thought nearly? Having Cosima first.
"No… god no… I want you to come back. Just like, text and I'll let you in." Cosima assures, dark eyes meeting her own as she squeezes her hand.
Her heart jumps, and she tries to quash it back down.
