Delphine made her way to Cosima's apartment. For the past few days, the two had spent an embarrassing amount of time with each other. They went to see a movie, lay in bed just talking, and walked around the park near DYAD. It seemed like they would run out of things to talk about, but they never did. Cosima told stories of her childhood, carefully avoiding the bit about being a clone, and opened up to Delphine in a way that surprised herself. She had always been a closed off person, but all of her walls fell down around Delphine.
Cosima waited not-so-patiently for her visitor to arrive. She had spent all day cooking a chicken dinner, and picked out the perfect wine for the evening. She wasn't the girl that would look for sex after however many dates, she just wanted to impress her new friend. She tried over and over to tell herself that she wasn't romantically interested; the trouble she was going to was purely friendship.
Delphine stood on the other side of the door that Cosima was staring a hole through. Although there was a big wooden board in-between them, there was a mutual nervous gaze in the same direction.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Cosima sprang from her seat, but hesitated at the door anyway. She ruffled her hair, adjusted her clothes, and did a swift once-over through the mirror across the hall. With a final exhale, she opened the door with a well-rehearsed smile.
Delphine heard her heels click to the door and then silence. She waited anxiously, wondering. The tumblers in the knob turned painfully slowly. The door squeaked quietly, and the smell of marijuana leaked out, soothing Delphine's nerves with the now-familiar scent.
"Bonjour." She cooed. There must have been a chemical change in both women when they saw the other, because neither of them could help but be high on their presence.
Cosima tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and blushed slightly. She loved it when Delphine spoke her native tongue.
"Hey…" She gestured for her to enter.
They sat and ate the delicious meal Cosima had prepared. They laughed until they cried and they cried until they laughed.
A few hours later they found themselves on the couch, leaving the mess carelessly in the kitchen, with Cosima's arm around Delphine's shoulders watching a show that neither of them were actually interested in. Cosima's fingers lazily traced up and down the other girl's arm leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Never had either of them felt so content just being still and quiet with another person. They couldn't get close enough. A tightness built in Cosima's throat, not of sadness, but of absolute, undeniable love.
Delphine looked up to Cosima with a nervous smile. In all the time they spent together neither had acted upon "maybe" of next time. The mood could not be more perfect, and they were both dying to feel the other as they had before.
Cosima did not move in. She looked back at Delphine with a smile and as soon as the urge struck, she looked away. Rule number one was never to act on those desires with a straight woman. Delphine did not know the rule. She reached to stroke Cosima's cheek, mesmerized with ever knoll and valley contouring her face.
"J'taime."
Cosima knew what that one meant. Delphine pushed up and kissed Cosima with all the passion she had done to her before. The fact that she was kissing a woman slipped from her mind. She had never had such intimacy with another human being; male or female.
Cosima couldn't stop herself from acting upon the heat that had been building in her since she had first met this woman. She immediately took command of the situation. If she was going to play, it was going to be by her terms. She lifted one of her legs over the both of Delphine's and placed a firm hand on each side of her head.
Delphine's hands found their way to the small of her back; stroking, clawing, loving. Shirts were thrown around the room, then the rest, and the heat of the night beat them both.