Delphine had woken up several times throughout the night, often pondering why Cosima had felt it necessary to tell her she was gay. It didn't matter to her, and it shouldn't be something anyone felt the need to announce. Her parents had opened her eyes to sex, and sexuality at a young age. Delphine's uncle (her father's brother) was gay, and he was the most fabulous, and enriching person she had ever known – closely next to her parents. Sexuality was never an issue in her family, or in her life.
Her uncle Claude had always treated Delphine like she was his own daughter. When her father had a breakdown, after he received the news that her mother was ill, it was her uncle Claude that always reassured Delphine that everything would be alright. He had that charm about him, always making you feel like you could do anything, be anyone, and that everything (even if it wasn't) would be alright.
Maybe Cosima didn't have a family upbringing like her own. Maybe it was an issue in Cosima's life? She thought. Or maybe she was trying to be polite. After all, she barely knew this woman, and this woman barely knew her.
She looked at the woman next to her, her dreadlocks messily tucked into a bun. She was rolled onto her side, facing away from Delphine, leaving her back exposed. Cosima was still dressed in a black singlet top, with the thinnest of straps, and a black bra underneath.
Delphine rubbed her temples, hoping to finally fall back to sleep, but it didn't seem like it was going to happen any time soon. She began to marvel at the woman next to her; her back, her skin, which led her to start thinking about her boyfriend back home – Olivier. He was a passionate lover, and very attentive to Delphine's wants and needs. She loved him, but wasn't in love with him.
Being in love was a term Delphine thought was used in all the wrong contexts. Too many people want to be in love, rather than fall in love. Delphine was in love with every moment the sun shone down, and glistened everything around her. She was in love with people and their passion for even the mind-numbingly simplest of things; as long as they were passionate about it. Being in love with a single person, because you thought that's what came next in a relationship, wasn't actually being in love to Delphine – being in love, was being in love with everything and anything and all the things.
There were times where explaining this theory to people had left them dumbfounded. It was as though you were only ever allowed to be in love with one thing; one person – the person you wanted to marry. It all seemed naïve to Delphine, but she let it be. She solely believed in truth, and everyone's right to have a truth.
The blonde scooted closer to Cosima, trying not to move too much as to wake the sleeping girl next to her, but she wanted to capture this moment and hold it tightly. There was something different about a person who is awake as to when they are asleep. She noticed that Cosima was always switched on and alert, but now she was switched off. Cosima looked vulnerable, she looked peaceful, and she looked beautiful.
Delphine lazily started to stroke Cosima's back, taking in the smoothness and coolness of her skin. She had wondered if the girl was cold, and maybe she should pull the blankets up further. Instead, she continued stroking her back, this time making patterns with her fingers on her back. First there were star shapes, then diamonds – she even wrote her name. Delphine slid further down the bed, to be at the same level as Cosima, moving herself even closer to her. The closer she moved, the warmer she felt. Her eyes were in direct contact with Cosima' back, from where the skin was exposed to the cut-off point on the middle of her back where her clothes started. She focused strongly, observing every minute detail. Before she realized what she was doing, her lips were close to her back. With one sporadic move, she was placing soft, gentle kisses, on Cosima's back.
Her breasts were firmly pressed against the other woman, as her kisses moved further up her back almost reaching Cosima's neck. Delphine paused knowing that she shouldn't be doing this, but she also didn't want to stop. There was a beauty about the woman that she hadn't seen in another person before. Cosima was beautiful, she was fragile, and she was strong, intelligent, and sexy. She was all the things. She wanted, for some unexplainable reason, to feel close with this woman. It was like much of her life; unexplainable urges.
Delphine kissed the back of Cosima's neck. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the weed, but Delphine had felt this rush come over her. She wanted to wake Cosima – she wanted Cosima to be awake so she could continue kissing her; kissing the woman with the strange and peculiar hair. She wanted to know what it was like to kiss Cosima, and be kissed by her. To be touched by her, as she was softly touching her now.
She didn't wake though, and Delphine knew she had to stop. She removed herself from Cosima's body, and rolled to the other side of the bed.
"Merde" she hummed.
