In which our heroines... oh, Hell. There's a lot of talking and then some detailed smut. Just read it.
Finally, I've posted something again! Thanks for your patience, and, as always, I love feedback.
Delphine could barely believe it when she showed up at Cosima's place of work. Her sweet scientist wasn't still in the lab. She wasn't off in the cafeteria, or wandering the hallways, or even on the roof sucking on her vapourizer. She was actually in her office, laptop packed, shoving the last of a pile of papers into her bag. All she had to do was put on her coat, and she'd actually be ready to go on time, for once.
"Hey, baby," Cosima Delphine slid through the partly-open door. Delphine could not help grinning at Cosima's perky tone.
"You seem excited," she teased, holding up Cosima's coat so she could easily slip her arms in.
Cosima pulled her coat together and started to button it, turning around to lean up and plant a kiss on Delphine's lips.
"Can you blame me," the shorter woman grinned back, letting out a soft hum as they kissed once again. "I'm excited for our field trip."
Delphine chuckled and Cosima leaned down and picked up her bag, then turned back and held her hand out.
That little gesture was one thing Delphine loved about Cosima. When they had first been getting to know one another, Delphine had been the one to grab her hand. She didn't know if it was because she had less hang-ups about holding hands with a female friend than Americans seemed to, or because Cosima was already attracted to her and feeling bemused about it, but even though Cosima took to holding her hand, reaching with her own initiative to catch Delphine's fingers had been a bit rare, and only happened when Delphine had already grabbed hers earlier. Of course, there had been times when Cosima had stopped altogether, like after that first betrayal, when Delphine had to follow her to Toronto and prove she was on her side. Nowadays, though, Cosima offered her hand all the time and — not so much automatically grasping as Delphine did, but holding out her hand in a gentle offer. Delphine loved the way this gesture was so Cosima: warm, inviting, asking but not insisting. She intertwined her fingers with her lover's and allowed herself to be tugged gently out the door.
By the time they got to the door of the sex toy shop, Cosima was practically skipping. She grabbed the door handle, performed a tiny impromptu jig, and opened the door, standing to the side and gesturing toward it with a slight bow.
"M'lady," she said, trying to sound serious. She didn't succeed.
"Mon dieu, you're practically spinning out of control, my love." Delphine shook her head fondly, with a little eye roll. "Did you raid the espresso bar, again?"
"'Spinning?' You could almost say I'm vibrating," was the rejoinder, as Cosima's tongue poked from between her teeth. "I can't help it, I've got the dildo fever," she sang.
"Ugh, Cosima," Delphine sneered in distaste. "Must you use one of the least appealing word in the English language? And on the street?"
"What word is that, my embarrassed little puppy," Cosima asked, goading her. Delphine blew out a puff of air. Clearly, her girlfriend was in one of her puckish moods, and she knew they'd never get in out of the cold or stop bantering in this vein unless she gave in.
"Dil-do," she muttered, and Cosima cracked up, bending over with the force of her laughter.
"Co-si-ma," Delphine scoffed lowly, trying to keep her voice down. Her girlfriend could be so ridiculous.
"I'm sorry," Cosima gasped, straightening up and easing into chuckles. "It's just the way you say it with your accent. It's so cute. Hardly the worst word in the English language."
Delphine blew a tuft of stray curls out of her face and turned on her heel to enter the store with as much dignity as possible. Cosima followed.
It was not the first time Delphine had been in a sex toy shop. She had gone in one with friends out of curiosity years ago, and another one to fulfill a list of favours for a bachelorette party. (That had been when she had seen the small, discreet vibrator she now kept in the bedroom closet. She'd snuck it in with the rest of the gifts and later put it aside for herself.) She'd had one male lover who'd wanted to go into one with her, but his long chain of jokes about anal sex and scatological matters put her off, and she'd diverted them to a bar, mostly so she could get a drink to counter the headache she was getting at that point.
She found it interesting that most of the heterosexual men she had known tended to view erotic devices with humour, discomfort, or a combination thereof. There seemed to be an unspoken male code — perhaps, actually, spoken, in some situations — that defined using toys as the purview of women, gay men, and the mockably "hard up" or "perverted." She knew straight men bought toys for masturbatory purposes just as other people did, but most of them didn't seem to admit it, at least to her. She'd had one friend whose boyfriend seemed to be open to experimenting in different ways, but she'd heard of that through her friend, of course, not him, and her other female friends had seemed either embarrassed or childishly titillated by the stories. Even her one bisexual friend, Yvette, seemed to avoid getting into discussions on these matters. Was she also shy about them, Delphine wondered, with the benefit of hindsight, or did she just not want to deal with her straight friends' attitudes?
Delphine, in the face of this, but more because she'd focused on her career in science for most of her life, hadn't thought much further on the subject, except when it was brought up to her by someone else. Still, although she preferred to be a bit more decorous than Cosima, it was interesting to her to find she wasn't overly uncomfortable in the store. It was clean, well lit, painted in soothing colours and well-organized. Sharing it with Cosima made her feel ready to invest.
"Ooookaayy," Cosima started, rubbing her hands together. "Want to go to one section in particular, or just browse around?"
Delphine shrugged. She preferred to head right to the, ugh, dildo section and accomplish their intended goal, but she wanted to appear casual, and she knew how excited Cosima was for this. She stuffed her hands in her pockets and began wandering unhurriedly in the right direction, taking a glance at other shelves here and there, lips slightly pursed.
Cosima shrugged and began flitting from one display to another, poking at some things, checking price tags, and making a variety of facial expressions.
Delphine was staring, lost in thought, at the soft packing cocks, when there was a small noise beside her. A door she hadn't noticed that was built into the wall swung open, and a young woman walked out, giving a small, distracted smile to Delphine as she closed the door behind her. She was striking, in the way some young women seemed to favour, with mussed, stylised hair in black and purple, an eyebrow ring, and a full sleeve tattoo on one arm under her torn band t-shirt. "Trick" was spelled out on her employee name tag, Delphine noticed as the girl passed by her, leather pants clinging. Delphine wondered if that was meant to be a joke of some kind, or the name the woman actually went by.
She should have seen it coming. "Trick" paused a moment, saw Cosima looking at what appeared to be a wide, conical vibrating device, and made a beeline toward her.
"Hey, anything I can help you with," she asked Cosima, turning so that Delphine could see her big, flirty smile in profile. Delphine unconsciously shifted her weight to one foot and crossed her arms.
And there was Cosima, looking up with her wide, friendly smile, and answering
"Yeah, I was wondering, comparatively to other models, what this kind is good for. I mean," her lips pulled to the side and her voice dropped, "I guess you're supposed to sit on it."
The other woman chuckled and stepped closer. Oh, Cosima, Delphine thought.
It wasn't like Delphine didn't get looked at. She had been told she was beautiful many times, after she got over the hump of early puberty. She felt the gazes on her sometimes as she walked the streets or when they went out for a drink. It was almost always men, and some of them had no compunction about approaching her even when she and Cosima — or whomever she was with, actually — were clearly immersed in conversation.
The thing was, after a certain point in her life, it had just grown irritating to her. She knew she had special benefits afforded to her because she was thought classically pretty, but it just all seemed so phony when a suitor complimented her on her (dyed and carefully done) hair, looked into her large eyes (ringed with makeup, and really just a genetic inheritance from her grandfather,) or took in her figure (again, inherited, as well as being the product of taking ballet lessons as a child.) These things were a part of her, for certain, and she recognized and had sometimes taken the advantages that came from appearing appealing and professional to the world, but the truth was she'd much rather be admired for who she was, her intellect, her hard work, her kindness... and definitely, since Cosima came into her life, for her found ability to fiercely follow her heart and moral compass for love, even at great risk. She was touched, sometimes a little shy or giddy, even, when Cosima complimented her attractiveness. She just found that sort of thing coming from most men and some women kind of creepy, in a way, so based on the happenstance of family tree and social artifice.
But it felt different when those admiring looks were turned toward Cosima. Her girlfriend was beautiful, yes, but in a less traditional way. Cosima definitely had a style all her own, far different even from the other clones, but, more than that, Delphine felt she had a presence. Everything in her voice, her phrasing, her expressions, the way she moved, was, to Delphine, vibrant, unique, sexy. Cosima would probably protest if Delphine ever said it, but she felt as though she, herself, was mainly looked at as an object, whereas the way Cosima's mind worked, the way she expressed it, her easygoing warmth and her confidence, all just seemed to emanate from her whole being like an aura. Of course, the way Cosima acted with her, listened to her, made Delphine feel sexy, too. But she could not see in the mirror the sort of energy she felt coming from Cosima, drawing people in like a warm fire on a cold night.
Little Ms. Trick seemed to be ready to warm her hands at that fire, alright.
"…so it's more of a wide-spread vibration," she was telling Cosima. "It's powerful, but it isn't super adaptable, no. I think I have something over here you might like if you want something a little but more, uh, flexible…"
Delphine's eyes narrowed. Seriously, how long would they have to be together before this sort of thing stopped making her feel stupidly jealous? They'd had more than the run-of-the-mill challenges and problems, that was for sure. But she liked to think that drew them even closer than might happen in a relationship fostered under more standard circumstances. She just couldn't help it, though. She had nearly lost Cosima too many times — and the irony was never lost on her that she had found the most wholly unique and special person in her life, the one who really fit with her, amidst an unprecedentedly large group of genetic identicals.
"Wow, that is flexible," Cosima was now saying, grasping a bendable vibrator and curving it this way and that. The shop employee was really in her personal space, now. Cosima turned to look at her.
"You know, my girlfriend might be interested in this. Honey," Cosima called, looking to Delphine and raising her eyebrows. She made a little come-hither motion with her hand. "Come take a look at this."
Delphine had to bite the side of her cheek to keep from grinning like a goofball when "Trick's" face fell.
By the time they made it to the… priapus section, Cosima had inspected a good number of items and rated them in order of preference for possible purchase. Cosima, although finally gainfully employed, was still pretty good about not overspending, but apparently going to a sex shop made her ready to throw every credit card they had at the register.
I should've said I wanted to go directly here, Delphine told herself, but, in truth, she was enjoying how much of a good time Cosima was having. I'm having a good time, she realized, still feeling a little out-of-place, but segueing from actually being a curmudgeon to acting like one to tease, then feeling frissons of delight and speculative heat at the items they looked at and the things Cosima said.
"I kind of like the black and purple swirls," she was now saying, hefting the molded silicone in one hand, "but I have to say, there's something about flesh tones."
Black and purple, Delphine thought, inwardly feeling satisfied at the shop girl's disappointment again.
"Mm," Delphine shrugged. "I can see that, but what range of skin tones do you think?"
"Depends," Cosima looked at her. "Sometimes it's kind of hot having the… illusion? That it could be an extension of your body."
"No, uh, glittery blue, then," Delphine quirked her lips.
"No glittery blue," Cosima repeated, playing along.
"And no dolphins?" Delphine chuckled at her own joke.
"Ugh, I knew it was coming, Cormier! I can't take you anywhere." Cosima made as if to bop her girlfriend on the head with the wobbly accessory.
"Me? Oh," Delphine rolled her eyes, then reached to trace Cosima's empty palm with her fingers. "Honestly, I think the size and shape are good for me. It's interesting what you say, but the colour is not so important to me." She reached toward a paler flesh-coloured example to check it out., but Cosima's hand suddenly shot out and grabbed hers at the wrist, stopping her. Delphine looked at her, surprised and with a question mark practically hovering over her head.
"No," Cosima said in a tone that brooked no argument. "No balls."
Delphine looked back at the dildo and noticed the realistic scrotal sac at the base. She looked back at Cosima and they both burst into barely suppressed giggles.
They were finally waiting to ring out when Cosima gasped and scurried over to a small display.
"Hey, look at this," she prompted, holding up what appeared to be a refrigerator magnet with a smiling, purple cartoon character on it. The character was oddly shaped, somewhere between branching coral and a patchy bunch of grapes.
"Man, what I wouldn't give to have a t-shirt of this," Cosima commented, looking around to see if she had missed one somewhere.
"Euh, Cosima, who is it?"
"What," Cosima looked down at the magnet.
"The cartoon character," Delphine clarified.
Cosima blinked at her.
"Oh. Not who, what," she answered. "It's a Skene's gland. A little crude, but… get it?"
Delphine's forehead ruffled. They blinked at each other. The person in front of them at the register finished ringing out.
"Nevermind," Cosima said. "Let's check out our stuff."
They were sipping their wine at the restaurant, their goodies stashed in an extra large bag Cosima had brought, when Cosima brought it up.
"So, uh, do you really not know what a Skene's gland is?"
Delphine searched her memory. There was something familiar about the name, but she couldn't place her finger on it.
"I… don't remember," she answered.
"Oh my God, what are they teaching you in medical school, Doctor? The urethral sponge ring any bells?"
Delphine was starting to get annoyed.
"Yes, Cosima, I know what the urethral sponge is. Wait… the Skene's gland," she snapped her fingers, "is a gland that is located on the anterior wall of the vagina, the one that they think is linked to…" she lowered her voice, "female ejaculation?"
Cosima clapped her hands once, softly.
"Bingo! So, it's, like, a joke, and homage, really, to making your Skene's gland happy… what?" Delphine was giving her a look she couldn't quite read.
"Well, it's just that… it's just a theory, not a scientifically proven…" She trailed off.
Cosima blinked at her again for a moment.
"Oh," she uttered, then tented her fingers under her chin. "So… you're saying, what? The Skene's gland's role is in contention? Or… female ejacuation…?"
Delphine cleared her throat.
"Well, there have been conflicting studies, non? Recent data suggests there may not be any such thing as a g-spot, or that it may vary or be absent or present from body to body, and the same can be said for the, what they call the 'female prostate.' And female ejaculation, that's not a proven fact. Some argue in favour of it, while others contend that the bladder —"
"Okay, whoa, wait," Cosima interrupted her. "Considering our experience, your own experience, you're doubting its validity?"
Delphine's eyebrows scrunched further together.
"Well, I certainly know there's an area at the front of the pelvic wall that is stimulating, but…"
"'Stimulating?'" Cosima gaped. "How can you just…" She lowered her voice as Delphine shot her a reproachful glance. "I mean, how can you question female ejaculation when you've ejaculated?"
There was a moment of stunned silence.
"What," Delphine whispered.
"Delphine —" Cosima began. The waiter chose that moment to show up with their entrees.
They picked at their food for a while, both looking preoccupied and a bit concerned.
"The bluefish is quite good," Delphine ventured. "The balsamic reduction really cuts through the oiliness."
Cosima was going through another ill-fated vegetarian phase.
"I like what they've done with the cauliflower steak, but the creamed spinach is a little heavy on the cream part." She held up her fork. "Want a bite?"
Delphine took the taste offered and nodded thoughtfully. She took a sip of her wine.
"Maybe better with a dry white," she speculated.
"Mm," Cosima answered. They both fiddled quietly with their silverware for a moment.
"So, uh, so I'm guessing you don't want to talk about this now," Cosima began carefully, "but I have a feeling you've been… reading articles and research papers that aren't…" She paused, restarted. "It's just so frustrating that the medical establishment… I mean what you've been taught, to get a medical degree…"
Delphine gave her an annoyed look.
"Yes, I am a doctor, Cosima. But I'm an immunologist, not a gynecologist. I'm sorry I haven't had the pleasure of taking multiple courses on feminism and sexuality at Berkeley —"
"Two weeks on oral sex alone," Cosima interjected. "I'm just sayin' —"
"Well, you're right. I don't want to talk about it right now."
Her tone was progressing beyond irritated. Cosima figured she had to ease things down a little before her girlfriend got full-on defensive.
"Okay, no problem," Cosima assured her, raising her hands in a placating gesture, and then slipped one hand over one of Delphine's. "I'm really sorry if it sounds like I'm being snotty, baby. I just… I know you were feeling as though maybe there was more you could do to make me feel good, and I want to talk about this later because I want us to explore ways to make you feel good, too."
Delphine's expression softened, but she couldn't help pointing something out.
"You know you can act a little too pedantic sometimes, non?" Cosima smirked.
"I think you mean pedagogical, my brilliant darling."
"I know what I meant, and so do you," Delphine insisted, perhaps less jokingly than her dinner date. "I also know that if you don't watch it, all conversations about having sex will become moot." Now she smirked back.
"Touché," Cosima surrendered, and switched topics to a recently published paper on horizontal gene transfer. She was, surprisingly, able to restrain herself from using the term as a joking euphemism.
Back at home, Delphine came out of the bathroom to find Cosima had laid out their new toys on the bed.
"Pretty nice haul, huh," the brunette observed, as Delphine approached behind her. She picked up two toys and turned them end up, pretending to make them walk towards each other. "Look, they're like the mommy and the baby, Or the father and the son, I guess." She made a funny voice. "Hey, kiddo, don't forget to put on your lube before you go inside."
Delphine literally facepalmed. She couldn't see her girlfriend wiggling her eyebrows in jest, but she could practically sense it.
Laughing at her own joke, Cosima turned and draped her arms over Delphine's shoulders. Delphine was trying to resist, but eventually the chuckles building in her chest and throat broke out.
"Oh, mon amour," she sighed, putting her arms around Cosima's waist. "When was the exact point in our relationship you decided you wanted your own comedy special based on our sex life?"
"Hey, hey, now," Cosima answered, linking her fingers behind her girlfriend's neck. "Not just our sex life. We're, like, super telegenic together. Imagine the ratings." She gave her love a squeeze. "You know I can be serious, now and then. It's just those looks you give me. If you didn't try to look appalled and then laugh, I would stop doing it. You are an enabler, my dear."
"And you have the most ridiculous addiction. Although, I will say, you do continue to get a rise out of me. Have I mentioned that I've never laughed with someone so much in my life?" She gave Cosima a squeeze back. "You can be a little brat, but you do make me happy."
Cosima nuzzled Delphine's nose with her own.
"You make me happy, too. And you're my greatest addiction." They shared a kiss.
"Okay," Cosima said, when they leaned back. She turned and swept the toys back in the bag, then sat and patted the bed beside her. Delphine sat down.
"Now, let's go back to our conversation from the restaurant, and I promise to be less of an asshole about it."
"Okay," Delphine allowed, waiting to see where Cosima would go with this.
"So, I think when you look at scientific literature, there's a lot of conflicting information. Part of it, I think, is because the medical field, and men in particular, lag so far behind in their study and knowledge of women's anatomy and sexuality versus the longer history of studying men."
"Yes," Delphine nodded, accepting her point, and waiting for the next.
"Now, you know me," Cosima cautioned, laying one hand on Delphine's thigh and giving it a soft rub. "I'm the poster child for science, generally. But we also get things wrong, like, a lot, and sometimes, not only are studies by women scientists dismissed, but information like first-hand testimony is disregarded as too subjective, when, I think, in the case of a complex biological and psychological topic like sex, readings from electrodes and observations in labs just aren't gonna do it, even if you don't want to go the other way and go completely based on, like, surveys, or something like that."
Delphine nodded again. She drew one foot up on the bed and leaned her elbow against her knee, just taking in her partner's train of thought.
"Okay, so, the fact is that our bodies' construction and responses are variable from person to person, as are our more… mental, emotional reactions, all the way down to brain chemistry. I mean, hello, I'm talking as a clone, here, and I think we've all observed that how I react to stimuli and what turns me on are very different from Alison's, or Sarah's…"
"Hm. That's not what they told me when you were away for that conference," Delphine mused. For a moment, Cosima's eyes widened, and then she laughed.
"Good one, Dr. Cormier. Are you using a version of 'that's not what your mom said last night' on me?"
Delphine shrugged, a bit proud of herself, and they chuckled. Cosima continued with a bit lighter tone after that.
"So, here's my subjective testimonial: female ejaculation is possible. Maybe not with everyone, and probably not all the time or in the same way, but I've observed it, numerous times, and I've done it, too."
Delphine cocked her head.
"Really? So, this has been with… other girlfriends? Or boyfriends?" Once again she was reminded of how strangely their relationship had started, and how it seemed that had affected its subsequent development. Having been through so many life-and-death scenarios, they, in ways, knew and loved each other more deeply and intimately than other couples might have in the same amount of time together. However, it also seemed to mean that sometimes they skimmed over talking about some things. Did they subconsciously feel so bonded that details seemed unnecessary? Or were there parts of them that were still wary of the damage that could be done when new knowledge about each other's past was revealed?
"Well, yeaaahh…" Cosima cocked her head and pulled her lips to the side. "But it's also happened with you, just not as… dramatically. I mean, I've totally ejaculated, but, like, for me, personally, for it to be a lot, like a really noticeable lot, I need a vibrator."
Delphine pursed her lips in thought. Cosima's collection of vibrators was making more sense.
"So… and you say I've done it, too? Because I think I would remember that."
"Yeah, you've, like… like, the slow waterfall gush." Cosima made a movement with her fingers like liquid trickling down a surface, and Delphine felt her cheeks pinking. "I mean, you know when you have a really killer orgasm, and afterwards, I'm all wet, and the sheets are wet?"
Delphine was confused.
"But that's just… natural lubrication from vasocongestion, from… increased arousal, pushed out due to the muscular contractions of orgasm and the friction of intercourse." Her look became doubtful. "… isn't it?"
"Ah, well, no, I see where you might think that," Cosima nodded, "and that is one theory that's been put forth in the past. She adjusted her glasses, obviously running through something in her head. "Do you think, I mean, from the information you've gotten, do you think that female ejaculation has to, like… squirt?"
Delphine blinked.
"Oh, euh, well… I suppose I always did. And there was a lot of that in some of the porn I saw…"
"Ohhh, okay, yeah," Cosima nodded. "It's become, like, a thing, now. I mean, you know, it's supposed to prove the woman is coming, right? So sometimes they hire someone who really squirts a lot, more than other people, but sometimes it's faked, using either a douche or urine."
"Yes, I expected it could be faked, which was one reason I was doubtful," Delphine explained. "So, yes, I see now, I've been seeing female ejaculation as analogous to males', with it being ejected more forcefully… although, of course, there are natural variations of amount and pressure in males', too. But… the studies seem to conflict so much. So what you're saying is, the conditions of the studies are questionable or insufficient, and the depiction in erotica is erroneous or exaggerated? But you're going on… personal observation and testimonial, then."
"Yeah, talking with other women and what I've seen in person. But again, I think the controversy stems from cultural mores and who's doing the research. I mean, FE is documented going back to around the 1600s. It's just that then somebody always comes out and refutes or dismisses it."
Delphine thought a moment.
"So… so what of the analogy of the 'female prostate?'"
"Oh, well, we're back to the Skene's, or, more accurately, the paraurethral glands, then. Because — evo-devo moment! — embryos take some time with the development of internal reproductive structures from epithelial cells, right? And sex differentiation and the development of external sexual organs takes awhile, so just as the complete clitoral structure is much like the penis, or, I guess, the penis is like the clitoris, to be exact, the paraurethral glands are homologous to the male prostate."
Delphine chewed her lip.
"I must be honest, I have heard or read about these things in passing before, but I didn't really concentrate on them. I was more wrapped up in my area of study. My understanding was that once the actual area of the full clitoral tissues was established, there was debate as to whether what was deemed 'vaginal orgasm' was caused by stimulation of the so-called g-spot at the urethral sponge, or if all orgasms were essentially products of varying kinds of clitoral stimulation."
"Well, yeah, that's still a thing," Cosima acknowledged. "I mean, the most reliable way to a noticeable orgasm is via the clitoris, outside or in. But that doesn't mean the production of fluid from the paraurethral glands isn't involved, too. The structures just vary a lot from woman to woman. Some women may not have them at all. Also, some researchers classify the more viscous fluid from the Skene's gland as the only real ejaculate, because it can contain prostaglandin, but there's so much variation in the amount and make up of the fluids that are generated with sexual stimulation, so others classify a wider range of emissions. As usual, it always comes down to the research on women being so behind that on men. I think it's just been centuries of 'ack – internal genital structures! And they bleed, and push out babies! Women's parts are some deep, scary, forbidden mystery!' For some of us, though, that kind of mystery is exactly the kind of thing we want to thoroughly explore." She grinned.
The corners of Delphine's mouth twitched.
"Why am I seeing you in a pith helmet and safari clothing, setting out explore the little-known land of women's genitalia?"
"Because you're awesome, and you're starting to think like me," Cosima teased. "Also, I think it would be more like one of those helmets with a light for miners and cave explorers. I'm an excellent spelunker."
They were both chuckling, again, now, and Cosima leaned forward to put a hand on Delphine's knee and and give her a soft kiss.
"So, want to go exploring with me?"
Delphine's chuckles faded, and her smile became a flirtatious grin. She brushed her lips against her lover's.
"I would be happy to have you as my guide. Will we be using our new… exploring equipment?"
"Mmm, that depends," Cosima replied, so close her breath tickled Delphine's lips. She leaned forward, sliding her other hand across Delphine's waist. "We'll have to see what makes you shudder."
Delphine felt a delicious pulse in her groin at Cosima's words. They began to kiss more steadily, now, Cosima rising up on her knees and pushing slowly forward until they were breast-to-breast, and then further, so that Delphine reclined back on the bed, with Cosima on top of her. They sunk into the familiar yet thrilling feeling of pressing their full bodies together, exploring each other's mouths with tongues and sliding their hands across planes and curves of flesh. Delphine hummed approvingly as Cosima drew up on her knees to kneel over her and began undoing the buttons on her shirt, her knuckles tracing down between Delphine's breasts and squeezing her hips when the last button was undone. Cosima moved her hands her hands back up to slide Delphine's shirt off her shoulders. She inched her mouth away from their kisses so she could speak, sotto voce.
"Now, I may be asking some questions and giving you suggestions, as we go," she said, as Delphine leaned upward and to place a kiss just below her ear, and raised her arms obligingly as her girlfriend pulled her sweater up and off.
"Mm-hm, more than usual?" Delphine murmured the inquiry into her ear, the caress of her breath giving Cosima a chill that raised goosebumps down her neck.
"Perhaps. It depends," she answered, as they both reached around and unclasped each other's bras at the same time. "I may even ask you to do some things that might seem a little odd, but trust me, it's all in the name of science."
Delphine moaned lightly in assent as they slipped their bras off and pressed skin to skin. Their kisses grew deeper as they stroked each other's bodies slowly, helping one another remove skirts, stockings and panties. Cosima's thigh slipped between Delphine's, both rolling their pelvises so that Cosima's leg began pressing in a slow rhythm against Delphine's sex.
Their breaths started coming harder, Delphine's hands sliding up to cup Cosima's breasts, thumbs stroking at her nipples. Cosima let out a small huff of pleasure and began working her mouth down Delphine's neck.
They were good at this, losing themselves in each other. Their bodies had always been drawn together, and sex had always been good, but it had taken time to learn their individual topographies, where they were sensitive and how they responded to what kind of touch. More than that, it had taken time to trust, both in each other's intentions, and that each time wasn't quite possibly their last.
Delphine let Cosima take the lead, too distracted by sensations to wonder much what different techniques her highly skilled girlfriend might have in store. Cosima took her time, lavishing kisses, laps, flicks of the tongue, suction and nips from her love's neck down to her collarbone, chest, and breasts, lingering there until Delphine was moaning loudly and squirming, and then slowly trailing further down, her tongue laving sensitive ribs, mouth sucking the flesh at the division between belly and pelvis up between gently squeezing teeth. Her hands moved down, as well, stroking, coaxing, tracing the tender crease from hips to inner thighs.
Delphine was gasping, now, fingers weaving into Cosima's dreadlocks. The moment where her amour's breath hovered over her hot, wet cunt seeming like an eternity of delightful expectation. When the woman with her head between her legs parted her labia with her fingers and started running her tongue in slow, wide strokes up the length of her slit, adding little twists when she reached her clit, one of Delphine's hands rose of its own accord to curl into her own hair, tugging, and let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding with a throaty growl.
Her body resonated as Cosima worked her: now with a low vibration deep inside her cunt, now with an overwhelming judder on her clit. She could feel her interior muscles beginning to clench and gape, to border on an ache, and just before she was able to gather her control enough to ask for more, Cosima gave it to her, sliding two slick fingers into her, and keeping up a languid rhythm of deep strokes. Delphine found herself moaning with every inward thrust, sliding her knees up to plant the soles of her feet on the bed, the better to press her hips upward to meet Cosima's fingers.
Cosima hummed and took a final lick up to Delphine's clit, sucking at it and disengaging with a wet pop. She looked up at her lover, reveling in her moans and writhing, and used her keen skills of observation — a hallmark of any good scientist — to note every detail of how the woman beneath her responded to different types of stimulation. She felt the pull of Delphine's body to her hand increasing like a rising storm tide, the movement in her hips and abdomen becoming more focused, saw the roseate tinge of the sex flush on her chest deepening under her fair skin, heard the low moans and deep breaths that were thrumming through her sternum and throat via her open mouth, the little mew of disappointment that the tongue bathing her sex was gone, and then witnessed the fluttering of her eyelids before they opened, her eyes, wide with desire, meeting her paramour's gaze as Cosima slipped in a third finger.
"You like that," she asked, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear Delphine say it, and wanting to increase her lover's desire with her words.
"Ohh.. y-yes. Yes, mon amour… oh." Her eyes fluttered closed again in a rush of sensation as Cosima shifted the position of her fingers, stretching the rear wall of her pussy with her lowest knuckles and thrusting at an upward angle so Delphine felt as though the tips of her lover's fingers might be visibly tenting her lower abdomen. Her hips arched up, the hand on Cosima's head clutching, but Cosima didn't bring back her mouth.
"Uh-uh, not yet," Cosima said. The brunette shifted herself upward, tilted over her girlfriend's lower stomach and pelvis, her arm at an angle to push in an ever deeper, steady, slow rhythm. She could read the pleasure on Delphine's face mixed with the disappointment at the loss of attention to her clit, and then the former overwhelming the latter as her inner walls began to pulsate in reaction. Cosima knew what she was going for, and she kept sliding in and out, not increasing her pace, until the telltale signs of noises and body movements, breaths and flutters within indicated the beginning of a rolling, gut-deep orgasm. She gentled her strokes even as Delphine's hands clutched at her back, both frustrated at the easing off and too overwhelmed by the wash of sensations accompanying her release to protest. Delphine let out an extended, low moan as her body sank back onto the mattress, the pulsations settling into a slightly aching afterglow of relaxation. It was not an exploding fireworks sort of orgasm, but the part of her that longed to be deeply fucked was satisfied, maybe even a little bruised.
But then, Cosima, still watching her intently, pulled out one finger and started moving the other two again. She grinned as the Frenchwoman's eyes popped open again, revealing surprise, uncertainty about being ready, yet, for more, and then the overriding pleasure of her body registering the new kind of stimulation. Cosima kept her fingers shallower, now, curling them upward as if beckoning and increasing the pace to press and vibrate against the swollen front wall inside. She dipped her head back down and began to flick at Delphine's clit with her tongue, appreciating the jerk of creamy, pale hips in response. Her other hand moved down to stroke the back of one of Delphine's thighs, and then to press it until the gasping woman beneath her understood her intention and helped to draw the leg up and against her breast, resting her foot on her partner's shoulder.
Delphine felt her body revive, then start to surge. The quick, curling motion of Cosima's fingers sending a different sort of jolt and desire through her, the need to feel the brighter, detonative high that came from direct stimulation on the bundle of nerves in her outer clitoris. Her hips bucked, hands now clawing at the sheets, as Cosima picked up the pace of her tongue to create and almost vibrator-like stimulation. Her moans were turning into groans, to exclamations, her voice rising in both volume and pitch. There was a heat building on the surface of her cunt, now, and her mind flashed to times Cosima had used a technique like this before, causing Delphine to flare like a fuse lighting, to sparkle. Her breath was catching in her throat, now. She was either too overwhelmed to remember to breathe, or her body was starving itself of oxygen, shutting her basic functions down in anticipation, pushing for a faster release.
She was completely confused when Cosima's mouth left her, the thumb of the hand moving inside her taking its place. She was disoriented, caught up, as Cosima's voice reached her.
"What are you feeling," her lover asked her, and Delphine could do nothing but whine in return, finally eking out a straining "please…"
"Tell me," Cosima insisted, and bit one of her nipples firmly, not to damage, but to sharpen Delphine's perceptions, and satiate her own need to have part of her in her mouth.
"Ah!" Delphine was gasping. Cosima reached over and pushed her lover's other thigh upward, so both knees were up at her shoulders, her sex fully exposed and spread.
"Ah… so good," Delphine forced out. "You're… mon dieu," she exclaimed, as Cosima's fingers shifted to an even shallower position, pushing upward and more forcefully at her urethral sponge. "Oh, it's… it's almost too much. I'm burning — I'm burning for you…"
Cosima rumbled deep in her throat, and panted out a command.
"Good… Delphine, I want you to push."
"Quoi?" Delphine was feeling a sympathetic vibration building throughout her entire pelvis, now. There was a tingling at the base of her spine, as well. But as a pressure built inside her, nerves sending messages she usually got from her bladder, she began to panic, tried to still.
"Baby, listen," Cosima insisted. "I want you to push, bear down with your Kegel muscles against me. It may feel as if you have to go to the bathroom, but that's okay. Just do it. Just trust me."
With that, Cosima pressed the fingers of her other hand against Delphine's clit and began rapidly rubbing, building the heat and vibration to an almost intolerable pitch.
And Delphine pushed. She pushed and felt Cosima's fingers slipping out of her with the force, fingers that continued to curl and tease just at the entrance of her pussy. Delphine felt them both straining together to build the sensations to an overwhelming crescendo.
And she came undone.
Every bit of her energy, her life force, seemed to flow, streaming, from her extremities to her center and out though her sex. It was an explosion of feeling, and somewhere in the midst of it she heard a sound under the keen of her own, trembling cry, a noise like a stream of water shooting at pressure, and then felt it coming out of her, warm, pulsating, spraying out and over her lover's chest and arms, and a little bit up onto her face. Cosima was grinning, almost laughing as her fingers at Delphine's entrance pulled entirely out, barely touching, now, the other hand still working her clit.
Delphine's mind flew away for a moment. She knew she was coming, and she felt the wetness splashing onto her thighs and down the underside of her ass to the bed, but she forgot to be worried or embarrassed, and just accepted it as feeling, in a suspended, floating moment, became everything.
And then she collapsed. And realized she was breathing again. And Cosima was laughing. Not in teasing, but in delight.
"Yes!" Cosima exclaimed, and crawled up to lay atop her girlfriend, kissing her neck. "Oh, my God, baby, that was so hot."
Delphine still couldn't respond, but she wrapped her quivering arms around her lover and breathed in the scent of her, now mixed with the smell of sex, of Delphine's own juices.
Cosima kissed down her jaw, and then lightly kissed her lips.
"How are you feeling?"
"Mmp," Delphine managed eloquently. She swallowed, and Cosima raised a finger.
"Hold that thought."
Delphine watched in a daze as her girlfriend bounced up and shuffled out of the room. Delphine was finally getting her breathing slowed to almost normal when the animated brunette came back in with a pitcher of water and two glasses, plus two clean towels draped over her shoulder.
"Okay," she urged, filling one glass with water and piling up some pillows for Delphine to lean up on. She actually helped the blonde, whose limbs felt like Jell-O, sit up and take a drink of water. "Well, now the tables have turned," she smirked wryly, and Delphine found the strength to lightly swat her arm.
"Don't say that, it's not funny," she protested, after swallowing some of the cool liquid.
"Oh, c'mon, you took care of me for ages. Let me gloat a little," Cosima teased, taking a towel and bending down to gently dry off Delphine's thighs.
The Frenchwoman leaned back against the pillows and drank the full glass of water, then let out a long "whooo…" of a sigh.
"Yeah, so?" Cosima shifted up beside her, sipping at her own glass.
Delphine's cheeks pinked in slight embarrassment, but then she assured herself that there was nothing to be embarrassed about. She had experienced exactly what her lover and best friend wanted her to. Cosima had proven her theory.
"Mmm, that was… incredible," Delphine said, and reached up to stroke Cosima's cheek. She let out a small chuckle. "And very, very messy. Cosima, what are we going to do about this bed?"
Cosima giggled.
"Don't worry, it was time to change the sheets and duvet, anyway. Besides, it's worth it." They shared a kiss.
"Okay," Delphine nodded, "I think I have enough strength to help you."
"Don't worry about it, sweet stuff. You just wash up and get ready to sleep. I'll take care of that."
"Mmph," Delphine grunted in response, mustering the energy to wobble to the bathroom door.
"Unless…" Cosima drawled, and Delphine looked at her.
"Unless what?"
"Unless you want to get a sample of this liquid for lab analysis? I mean, I wouldn't want you to think you just urinated all over the bed."
Delphine shook her head at her girlfriend's self-satisfied tone and leaned against the doorjamb.
"You know what," she replied, "the way I'm feeling right now, I don't even care. You want me to tell you you were right, mon amour? You win."
"Ooh, Doctor Cormier, you know it gets me all hot and bothered when you say that." Cosima's tongue poked from between her widely grinning teeth.
Delphine rolled her eyes tiredly and turned back to enter the bathroom. Just before she closed the door she heard:
"And you'd better get some good rest and recuperate, because next time it's my turn!"