The sun streamed through Delphine's red drapes, casting an amber glow across her apartment - the day after, and a harsh reality brought with it. The blonde woke up suddenly, her head banging, not from a hangover, but from an intoxication of a different kind. She lifted a hand to her head, only to find the other trapped underneath a warm, soft body.

"Merde! Pas un autre stand d'une nuit . Quel est le problème avec vous , Delphine ?" She scolded herself in a harsh whisper. Not daring to find out who it was just yet. Her sleep-saturated mind forbade her to remember who it could possibly be sleeping next to her. The french woman let out a deep breath and tipped her head to the side, seeing only a sea of brunette dreadlocks spread across the pillow next to her, and the milky white, and decidedly naked, shoulders of her student. A wave of realization washed over Delphine. She knew that this should have never happened, it was so wrong. Somehow, though, she couldn't bring herself to regret this. Cosima was her student, sure, but there was no denying that this was more than just fucking. They made love, and dare she say it, she hoped it might happen again someday. She shouldn't have done it. She shouldn't say it, she definitely shouldn't feel it... but she did, and there was nothing to be done about that now, nothing except nuzzling into Cosima's back. The warmth of the teen's skin released all the tension in Delphine's body, she felt safe in the knowledge that she could forget about the repercussions for this, at least for a few hours. After a few seconds she felt Cosima stretched out, and heard the contented sighs of the waking girl.

Cosima woke up confused, in a strange bed, in a strange apartment, laying on something hard... someone's arm. She could feel someone burying their face in her back. She rolled over, catching sight of curled blonde hair. The events of the previous evening suddenly came flooding back to her.

"Well, I must say Delphine... There are ways to apologize for flirting with me, and then there's..." Cosima paused for a few seconds, trying to find the words to sum up the experience that they had just shared. "Well, that." She announced finally.

"I concur, Mouse, but I must say that there's ways of gaining extra credit." She pause to place a soft, daring kiss on her student's lips. Cosima moaned into the kiss.

"Touché" The brunette smiled, returning Delphine's favor.

"But, your approach is much more favorable." The french woman laughed. "I hope you won't be expecting straight A's from now on... Not that you needed to screw me for those anyway."

"Screw you? Is that what I was doing?" Cosima asked playfully, rolling over once more to straddle the blonde, maybe you didn't get the vibes I was throwing out to you?" She leaned down for more kisses, smirking when the blonde moaned back in satisfaction. "Maybe you need to be reminded of them, Miss Cormier?" The french woman felt shivers run down her spine at these words, as cliché as it was, and a yearning deep in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes grew dark with seriousness of a moment or two, as she tilted her head.

"Don't tease me, Mouse." She almost whispered, her hands finding comfort in the bend of Cosima's legs.

"Who said anything about teasing?" The brunette answered quickly with a smirk.


Cosima sat on her teacher's couch, in a baggy T-shirt, belonging to who knows whom, it was definitely at least 5 sizes too big for Delphine, waiting for the french woman to return from her beverage run to the kitchen. The teenager was sat quietly, taking in her surroundings. The sophisticated french woman's apartment was anything but like her. Boxes with scribbled black sharpie labels, of course written in semi-legible french, were scattered everywhere, on the floor, on the coffee table, some were even on the adjacent arm chair. Cosima smirked at this. The walls were bare, save for a few degree certificates, which were framed and hanging near a muddled Ikea book shelf. The teen was so busy staring at her teacher's apartment, that she didn't see the french woman coming into the living room and sitting down next to her. She almost jumped out of her skin when she heard the sound of a mug of hot tea being placed in front of her.

"Oh, shit." She almost screamed, being surprisingly easy to scare. "Sorry, Delphine." She leaned across the couch to kiss the french woman, only to have her advances rejected as the blonde woman leaned back away from her. "Delphine, is there something wrong? What is it?"

"Cosima, we need to talk. I shouldn't have let this happen. I think it's best for both of us if you leave. The study notes you need are on the cabinet by the do-" She was cut off by a suddenly angry, tearful Cosima.

"What the fuck, Delphine?" She tried to gulp back the tears in her eyes, but she couldn't quite manage it, as a few of them fell.

"Cosima, this wasn't right. I could go to pri-"

"I don't give a fuck, Delphine. You can't deny what you feel for me forever you know. I was considering taking my early graduation for you." Delphine was breathless as she heard her student rant. She hadn't been expecting that this would be more than a hook-up for the teen.

"Mouse, please calm dow-"

"Don't fucking tell me what to do. Screw this. Screw your stupid extra credit, and screw you, you fucking bitch" and with that, the teenager was gone, crying her eyes out as she stormed out of the French woman's apartment in her foreign clothes, and away from the bubble of ambrosia she had just been in. Leaving Delphine to contemplate what she had done, and to bask in the undesired surreality of the moment.