Author's Note: Hey again! Sorry about such a long wait between updates. I really only get a chance to write these one shots when I have some free time and I'm not working on my other fics. Decided to take a bit of a break from those to pound this one out. Sexy, smutty, museum time! I hope you all enjoy. The response has been quite overwhelming, I must say :)
"This is so lame!"
The tall, slender blonde glares at the dark haired boy as he taps against one of the glass displays and vocalizes his growing boredom. While most students, like the young man in question, saw field trips as an excuse to ditch class for an afternoon, she had been looking forward to this trip for weeks now and was becoming increasingly annoyed by the total lack of regard her poor company had for the wonders that were encased all around them.
"Why do I care about a bunch of retarded monkeys?" he asks, garnering the laughter of the group of teenagers surrounding him.
"They're not monkeys," she corrects, trying to mask her irritation. "They're called Neanderthals."
"Whatever. Monkey-people, then. Did we actually evolve from these ugly bastards?"
Once again, his friends begin to laugh at his foolishness.
"Actually, they're a completely different species than modern humans," she tries again to explain. "Neanderthals and Homo Sapiens even existed simultaneously, but Neanderthals eventually died out around 30,000 years ago. However, somewhere down the line, Homo Sapiens did mate with Neanderthals. Scientists have-"
"Jesus, Textbook," he scoffs.
It had become a nickname of hers, one she couldn't seem to shake, all relating back to her tendency of explaining chunks of information with great accuracy to her less-informed peers, much like a science textbook. As the boy and his ignorance continue to test her patience, she does her best to refrain from breaking into one of the displays, stealing the makeshift spear and impaling him with it.
Cosima would get a real kick out of that.
"Nobody cares!"
She can feel her face begin to flush with anger and she opens her mouth to snap at him one last time, but before she can say anything, he begins to walk away, heading into the next room of the exhibit and taking his snickering friends with him.
"I care," she silently protests. "Cosima cares, too."
She turns to glance around the room, only there's no sight of her ally. Come to think of it, she hasn't seen Cosima since they first got off the bus. It's surprising, because she knows how exited the brunette was about a trip to the museum; she had promised on many occasions to take the transfer student herself, ecstatic about a new exhibit that was coming.
"Dude, I can't wait to show you," she had beamed.
"You keep saying that. When will you actually take me?" Delphine had whined.
"Why do I gotta take you?"
"Because you promised that you would."
"Yeah, but I shouldn't have to take you anywhere. You're a big girl. You could always take yourself if you really wanted."
"It's not the same."
"Oh yeah?"
"Oui. I want you to take me."
"Oh, I can take you."
She had lightly swatted the cheeky young girl atop her head with her notebook and was met by a mock proclamation of pain and a fit of giggles. As the memory of the exchange flashes through her mind, a coy smile creeps across her face. She has no idea where Cosima has wandered off to, but she's certain that the clever girl is definitely planning something.
She takes her time exploring the room thoroughly, examining each exhibit for several minutes, reading the descriptions and listening to the informative voice speaking to her through the museum headset. By this point, the rest of her classmates had rushed ahead to the museum cafe or gift shop, determined to make the most out of their free afternoon.
"Hey! Delphine!"
The blonde whips her head around, searching for the source of the sound. She recognizes the voice immediately, although she is unable to spot its owner. Confused, she continues to glance around the large, open room, looking for a sign.
"Over here!"
She's finally able to pinpoint the voice, tracing it to the head poking out from behind a large, red curtain.
"Cosima! What are you doing back there?" she asks, removing her headphones and scanning the room to make sure no one else is watching. "The sign says it's off limits!"
"What do you think I'm doing? I'm exploring," the spectacled girl answers with a crooked grin.
She winds her headphones around the audio guide and deposits it in the nearby collection bin, then cautiously approaches her eager classmate, uncertain of her intentions. She stops right in front of the curtain which is concealing an opening leading to a whole other part of the museum, one which is undoubtedly off limits, as indicated by the several signs surrounding it.
"You're going to get in trouble," she lightly scolds, folding her arms over her chest. "Non, you're going to get us both in trouble."
Ignoring the French girl's protests, Cosima lunges forward and grabs Delphine's wrist, pulling her beyond the curtain and past the point of no return. The blonde's chest begins to bubble with panic as she tries to vocalize her mortification, failing to form more than a stammer of protest as Cosima drags her down a long, dark corridor. Stronger than her fear of repercussion, however, is the sting of excitement, the bite of danger that sends her heart into overdrive.
Of course, she'll never admit this to the brunette.
"Where's your sense of adventure?" Cosima teases.
"I left it back in France," she deadpans, a pout on her face.
"Ha!" Cosima snorts, stopping on her journey so she can turn and face the French girl, a pleased smile plastered on her face. "You made a joke. A funny one, too. Guess I'm rubbing off on you... not that you seem to mind..."
She smacks Cosima on the arm.
"Ow!" the brunette laughs, rubbing the point of impact. "You know, I don't know if this relationship is going to work out if you keep abusing me like this. Oprah says that if he hits you once, he'll hit you again, and I can't help but feel her angle isn't gender-exclusive-"
Her speech is cut off by another teasing blow, this time to the back of her head.
"Hey!"
"Don't be angry," Delphine replies. "I'm simply validating your theory."
"It's not my theory. It's Oprah's."
"Well, Oprah is correct, then."
"Of course. Oprah knows everything."
Her guise of displeasure slowly begins to crack as the smallest smile peaks out from behind, acknowledging the shorter girl's wit that she adores so much. It's faint, but just enough to catch Cosima's eye and propel her forward, placing a quick kiss on her classmate's cheek. She withdraws just as quickly, giving the blonde no time to react, instead flashing her a wink and slipping her hand back into Delphine's as she continues to lead her toward their destination.
"We're going to get caught," Delphine whispers harshly.
"Don't worry about it," Cosima replies. "My uncle runs this place and everyone here knows me. They let me come back here all the time. It's totally cool."
"Really?" Delphine inquires skeptically.
"What, you think I just make a habit of sneaking into unauthorized places and being a general shit-disturber?" she counters with raised eyebrows.
"I never know with you."
"Fair," she shrugs. "But that's why you like me so much, huh?"
Delphine hums in response, distracted by the faint promise of light up ahead. When they finally reach a set of glass doors, Cosima stops and grins in her direction. Before the taller girl has a chance to question her intentions, Cosima maneuvers herself around Delphine until she's standing behind her. She reaches up so that her hands are covering the French girl's eyes, only the height difference has her awkwardly straddling Delphine from behind. They both begin to laugh at the ridiculousness of their position.
"No peaking!" Cosima explains. "There's something really cool I want to show you."
"I won't," Delphine replies, slouching down quite a bit lower so that Cosima's hands remain a viable shield. "Can't I just close my eyes? It would be less physically straining on the both of us."
"Hmm," Cosima says, considering her proposition. "How do I know you'll keep them closed?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
Cosima is silent for a moment.
She releases her hold on Delphine and, as promised, the blonde keeps her eyes clamped shut.
"There's one way to make sure you'll keep your eyes closed..."
She feels a light gust of wind as Cosima brushes by her and she hears the set of doors open, patiently awaiting her instructions. A couple of minutes pass and she can hear Cosima fiddling with something inside, lightly cursing under her breath as she tries to figure out whatever it is she's tampering with. The slender young girl is still standing in the same spot with her eyes closed, her patience quickly dwindling. As she's about to speak, she feels a set of arms slip around her neck and she lowers her head slightly, correctly anticipating a set of lips in the dark.
The kiss starts off chaste enough, as their sessions usually do, with their lips gently brushing against each others in a familiar pattern. She feels Cosima slowly back up through the set of doors, pulling her with her while keeping their lips locked.
"Clever," she smiles against the brunette's lips.
"I thought so, too."
The cockiness sets off a spark in the pit of her stomach and she finds herself pushing into the kiss even more, her tongue prying at Cosima's lips. Her arms wrap around the shorter girl's torso as they continue their slow expedition into the mystery room, the cooler air immediately hitting her. Their hips press together and Cosima's jaw goes slack, allowing the French girl the access she craves; she wastes no time in exploring every aspect of her lover's mouth, coaxing out a chesty moan of approval. Her hands then drop to Cosima's ass, gripping tightly and pulling her even closer, feeling the cocky girl shudder against her as their hips grind. It takes every ounce of willpower for Cosima to finally pull away.
"Jesus," she breathes.
Delphine sighs contentedly as she slowly opens her eyes to peer into deep brown ones staring back at her, swimming with affection. That's when she catches a hint of the glimmer above her. Curious, she lifts her head until she's staring at the ceiling, her mouth falling slightly agape; above them in the darkened room is some sort of holographic projection of space, stars glimmering with fabricated intensity that seems so close to the real one.
"Cosima...," she begins, not knowing what else to say.
She steps away from the shorter girl, slowly wandering around the room, her eyes fixated on the images projected above their heads. There are a few glass cases with galactic treasures enclosed; meteorites, minerals and other samples, as well as equipment from the ISS.
"Cool, huh?" Cosima asks. "The exhibit's not set to open for a couple more weeks, but my uncle showed me this the other day and I knew you had to see it."
She nods, lifting her hands as if to touch the stars; they may be significantly closer than their real-life counterparts, but the ceiling is still far too high for her to even come close to reaching them. Still, her smile is wide and wondrous.
"It's beautiful," she remarks.
Cosima hums in agreement, following closely behind as Delphine continues to meander through the large and open room.
"You know, there's even more to the exhibit if you wanna see it," the brunette offers. "I just like this part the best."
Delphine is still too engrossed by the vastness of their environment to even consider moving on to the next room. Cosima simply smiles and watches closely with awe and adulation, as transfixed by Delphine as the blonde is by the projected images. When she is finally able to pull her eyes away, she spies Cosima watching her and feels her face goes flush. She tries to hide behind her wild mane of curls which fall over her face, but Cosima approaches fast, brushing the strands away.
"I'd prefer to stay here," Delphine confesses, brushing noses with the brunette.
Cosima nods.
She moves from cocky to tender, from playful curiosity and biting wit to an intense seriousness, and she does it all with such smoothness, with such a seamless transition that Delphine sometimes wonders if there is more than one version of the girl standing before her. It catches her off guard every single time, sending her into another dizzying spiral of infatuation and she thinks she'll never regain her bearings.
"So you like my surprise?"
"Oui. C'est parfait," she replies, cupping Cosima's face in her hands. "Merci, mon amour."
"Mmmm," Cosima beams, subtly licking her lips. "I love it when you do that."
"Do what?" the oblivious blonde asks, her eyes dropping to Cosima's lips which are oh so close to her own and begging for attention.
"Speak French," Cosima clarifies, her smiling widening even further when she realizes where Delphine's attention is.
"Oh. I sometimes forget that I'm doing it," she confesses.
She prides herself on her near-perfect English (aside from a few hard-to-pronounce words and foreign idioms that Cosima teases her relentlessly for), but when she finds herself caught up in the swell of her emotions, it seems she can only think and speak in French; words have more weight when they're spoken in her mother tongue.
"Well, it's totally hot."
She laughs softly, rolling her eyes.
"You're a typical American," she teases, tracing Cosima's bottom lip with the pad of her thumb.
"Yeah, but I'm your American," she retorts, the very tip of her tongue darting out to meet Delphine's digit. "And you're my girl."
She takes note of how quickly the brunette's eyes darken, how her lips part slightly when beckoned by her thumb and she lunges forward, crushing her lips into Cosima's. Their teeth clash together initially, the abruptness catching the brunette off guard, but she responds nonetheless, her hands slipping into Delphine's curls to find purchase as she sinks into the sensation of the European's velvet tongue. The blonde's hands glide under her shirt and up the smooth skin of her back, her nails scratching lightly as Cosima groans.
"Say it again," she whispers breathlessly, her fingers playing with the hem of Cosima's pants.
The French girl has never been this forceful before, at least when it comes to her affection. She's always been coy and somewhat reserved, allowing Cosima to make the first move, letting the shorter girl guide and coax her out of her shell. While this outburst is unexpected, Cosima is nothing but appreciative at the change of pace; this wasn't exactly what she had been planning when she decided to bring Delphine back here but she definitely isn't going to stop it now that it's well underway.
"You're my girl."
Nimble fingers work at the button of Cosima's pants, then glide the zipper down painstakingly slow, the sound of which seems to echo through the open room. The shorter girl's eyes dilate even further and she licks her lips in anticipation, watching as Delphine slowly dips her hand inside, beneath the waistband of her panties.
"Encore," Delphine demands, the very tips of her fingers ghosting over Cosima's wetness.
"Mine," she whimpers, her eyes clamping shut.
Delphine rewards her by encircling her clit and Cosima can't contain the loud moan that comes ripping out of her chest. Her legs begin to quiver as Delphine continues to tease, not applying nearly enough pressure to satiate the heat that's radiating from her pelvis. Deciding that she has to do something to take her mind off of those wicked fingers, her hands reach for the hem of Delphine's shirt, forcing the blonde to abandon her ministrations momentarily so she can lift her arms above her head to aid in its removal.
"I gotta admit," Cosima pants, her signature, cocky grin returning. "I've kinda always wanted to fuck in the museum."
"Is that so?" Delphine husks, forcing Cosima backwards until she feels something solid pressing into her lower back.
The French girl nods, following Cosima's lead and helping her lover out of her shirt. Once its discarded, she reaches for the underside of Cosima's thighs and hoists her up onto glass encasing. If Cosima weren't quite so petite, she'd worry that the glass would give out, but after a moment of hesitating, they both come to the conclusion that it's more than strong enough to hold her weight.
"Is this how you imagined it?" Delphine goads, reaching for the straps of Cosima's bra so she can pull the material down, exposing perky breasts.
"Not really," Cosima confesses. "But this is-"
She gasps, feeling Delphine's lips enclose around her nipple. She'd thank God for her lover's sudden boldness, but seeing as how they're in a museum dedicated to science and they're groping each other under cloned stars, she decides to thank the cosmos, instead.
"Sooo much better."
Delphine nods in agreement, releasing Cosima's breast from her mouth and reaching for the waist of her pants, once again. She hooks her fingers through them, catching the brunette's panties as well, and slowly works them down long, tanned legs, Cosima lifting her ass to facilitate the gesture.
Delphine's finger are back to her sex, gingerly stroking her folds.
"Stop with the warm up routine, will you?" Cosima groans. "The star player's here and ready to go."
The blonde laughs, acknowledging the cheeky girl by inserting two fingers as deep as she can. Cosima sharply inhales, her backing arching to the point of pain. She bites down on her lower lip and braces herself against the glass case.
"You weren't lying," Delphine whispers, her voice hot against Cosima's neck. "You're so wet, ma cherie."
She tries to think of something witty to say.
It's usually a process that doesn't require any thought at all, but as the French girl's fingers thrust and curl inside of her, even the things that seem most natural to her - like wit and words and breathing - lay just out of her reach.
The glass begins to rattle beneath her as Delphine both speeds up and deepens her thrusts, nipping at her earlobe and beckoning noises from her mouth that she's never heard before. On the few occasions where Delphine had been the one giving, it was always slow and tender. Cosima always assumed that it was a French thing; the slow build up, the seduction, the whispers in her ear and the patient coaxing of her fingers.
This blows that theory completely out of the water.
"Oh God," she moans, relinquishing her grip on the case beneath her and opting to bury her hands in blonde curls instead.
"Dis-moi," Delphine whispers, her tongue tracing the shell of her ear.
Her French is minimal, but she understands the words.
"Tell you what?" she whines, tugging at Delphine's hair as she feels her fingers begin to torment that familiar, spongey mound inside of her.
"Tell me," she repeats herself in English. "That you want me."
"Fuck!" she cries out, her hands dropping to Delphine's shoulders and nails digging in. "Do you really have to ask?"
"I'm not asking," she growls, her voice low and dangerous.
Cosima nods in understanding, more than willing to participate in this power play. She's so consumed by Delphine that she's oblivious to the sound of the glass slowly beginning to crack beneath her.
"I do," she whimpers, her walls beginning to clench and swell around deft digits. "You know I do. How could I not?"
Delphine's fingers stop completely, not entirely satisfied with Cosima's response. Cosima throws her head back and releases a childish whine of frustration.
"I want you!" she finally relents. "Are you happy? I fucking want you! I need you! I-"
Her voice catches in her throat as Delphine's fingers slam back into her. The stars flicking above their heads pale in comparison to the ones that explode inside her body as Delphine's fingers push her over the edge and she finds herself in a state of blissful free fall. So blissful, in fact, that she's able to ignore the glass beneath her giving way.
"Merde!"
Delphine quickly withdraws her fingers, catching Cosima by the waist before she falls into the case, now full of space rocks and broken glass. Cosima releases a deep sigh of satisfaction, wrapping her legs around Delphine and resting her head on her shoulder.
"Cosima... the glass," Delphine whispers, her tone panicked.
"Huh?"
She looks down, noticing the destruction.
"Are you okay?"
She helps Cosima to her feet, the brunette checking herself first before hovering over the case to inspect the damage.
"I'm fine. Can't say the same for the case though," she mumbles. "My uncle's gonna kill me."
"Désolé!" she exclaims. "I'm so sorry, Cosima! I was too forceful! It was too much! I-"
"Hey!" Cosima replies, wrapping her arms around Delphine's neck. "Hey, hey, hey. No need to worry. I'm fine. It's just a little glass, anyway. Can't be that expensive to replace."
Delphine frowns and in an attempt to reassure her, Cosima leans forward and presses their lips together.
"Don't be sorry," she repeats. "That was so totally hot. Like, mind-blowing. I don't think I've ever come that hard."
Delphine immediately perks up, pleased with herself. Cosima plants a tiny kiss on the tip of her nose.
"Look at you, Delphine Cormier," she chimes. "Breaking into unauthorized places, destroying property, fucking like a champion..."
"Mais," Delphine begins. "You said this was fine. You said your uncle... you don't think we'll get in trouble, do you?"
"Who cares? It's totally worth it."
"Co-si-ma!" she scolds.
They spend the next several minutes redressing and composing themselves, determined to flee the scene of the crime as quickly as possible. Cosima shuts down the projector and returns the room as close as she can to the state they found it in, then leads her foreign lover back out again. By the time they rejoin the rest of their class, they're all gathered in the lobby and preparing to depart. Delphine nervously glances around the room, searching for any signs of compromise.
"Would you relax?" Cosima mutters as they board the bus.
"They're going to find out, Cosima."
"I guess it's a good thing we're leaving, then," she winks.
The two students take a seat next to one another, their private conversation drowned out by the sounds of their classmates droning on about whatever trivial matters they're concerned with at the moment. As the bus begins to head back to the school, Cosima stares out with window with a large grin on her face. It isn't until she glances over and sees the blonde's knee bouncing nervously, hands fidgeting with the sleeve of her shirt that her grin fades.
"Why aren't you taking this seriously?" Delphine presses. "If the museum contacts the school and-"
"Seriously. You need to calm down," Cosima repeats, resting a hand atop Delphine's nervous knee. "What happened to fireball Delphine back there?"
She has to restrain herself from laughing when she witnesses her girlfriend turn a bright shade of red. It was almost too easy to embarrass the French girl. Such a radical shift from the creature that fucked her through a case of glass.
"I'm not asking," she says, trying her best to mimic the low, guttural tone Delphine had taken with her earlier. "She'd be so disappointed if she-"
A sharp blow to the arm silences her.
