Delphine woke to the smell of burnt food. As she pulled the blanket over her, she realized her breasts were poking out of the red bra. Cosima, she thought, giving a mischievous grin. She knew that even as the brunette slept, her body couldn't resist. Thinking of the brunette made the burnt food smell make sense.
"I didn't mean..." Cosima started the minute Delphine entered the kitchen. "This is kind of endearing, right? I did try for breakfast in bed."
"I can make crepes."
"The point was for me to prove I can take care of you," Cosima whispered.
"There are so many ways to take care of someone," Delphine smiled. "Sit," she gave a subtle nod towards the kitchen counter and Cosima hopped up.
Delphine placed a large glass bowl in Cosima's lap, mixing the ingredients. As she mixed, her body leaned into Cosima's and her breasts jiggled with each whisk of the spoon.
"God, that outfit..."
"You chose this," Delphine reminded her.
"But you're like, a hot housewife fantasy..."
Delphine winked at her, feeling her cheeks redden at the compliments. She tried to remind herself of all that had happened but it was impossible not to fall for Cosima.
That was the magic of them. No matter what happened, they both felt it. That connection between them. Nothing seemed to be enough to keep them apart. Even when they weren't together, they both knew they weren't really apart, either.
"What are you thinking about?" Cosima whispered, pulling Delphine from her thoughts.
"Us," she smiled.
"So we're an us again?"
"Fine. You and me," she raised an eyebrow defiantly.
"I'm serious," Cosima whispered. "I want to know what you're thinking. The truth."
"Bananas and Nutella," Delphine shrugged innocently.
"What?"
"For the crepes. I don't have any more strawberries..."
Cosima smiled, remembering the way Delphine always dipped her strawberries in Nutella. Cosima liked the combination, it tasted like chocolate covered strawberries. More than that, she liked to watch Delphine indulge in the treat. The way she closed her eyes as she took a bite and licked her lips. Cosima found it both intoxicating and arousing.
"Cosima? What are you thinking about?" Delphine's head was cocked nervously.
"The way you eat strawberries dipped in Nutella and how incredibly sexy it is."
Delphine bit her lip, her cheeks reddening. "Are you just going to compliment me all day."
"If that's what it takes."
"If what takes?" Delphine whispered breathlessly.
"I want you back, Delphine. You know what I want," Cosima reminded her.
"It isn't about compliments," Delphine tried, moving to slice the bananas."
"It's about me proving that I can provide for you. I can take care of you."
"It isn't about any of that for me," Delphine whispered without looking up.
"Tell me, baby. What is it?"
Delphine spun, biting her lower lip. "It's about knowing my heart and my trust are safe in your hands," she shrugged, as if it were the easiest answer in the word.
"And knowing you don't be replaced," Cosima added, knowing the doubts that Shay had caused.
Delphine continued with the crepes. Seeing Cosima in Shay's apartment, in Shay's bed had hurt her more than she could even admit to herself, much less to Cosima.
"Let me finish the crepes, hmm?"
"Delphine," Cosima started.
"They're easy to burn," she smiled falsely.
"You don't burn anything. You're an impeccable chef."
"Cooking is a science," she shrugged. "It is simple."
"To you, maybe."
"Don't pout," Delphine grabbed her hand, kissing it softly. She released it in time to slide the crepe from the pan to a plate that she handed to Cosima. "You eat it first."
"I can hear your stomach growl from here," Delphine scoffed. Cosima gave up, taking big bites of the crepes.
Delphine made herself one, but ended up giving it to Cosima before making herself one. When she finished, she made Cosima another. She poured Cosima juice, setting it down next to her automatically.
"Are you always like this?" Cosima asked.
"Like what?"
"Do you take care of me because you're a natural caregiver or because of..."
"Because you're a clone?" Delphine furrowed her brow at the accusation.
"Because I'm a clone. I'm a girl. I'm sick."
"Yes, because you're sick. But mostly because I try and take care of people I love," Delphine hissed, cleaning up the plates.
"I love that about you," Cosima whispered. "It wasn't a complaint or an accusation. I don't think many people know how to love the way you do. I don't know that I love the way you do."
"It isn't a competition," Delphine shook her head.
"But you deserve someone who takes care of you like that," Cosima whispered. "I'm sorry if I didn't..."
"What you did is enough," Delphine threw her hands up in frustration. "This isn't about me being unhappy with you."
"Delphine," Cosima stepped closer. "I know all those memories came flooding back and I know Shay hurt, but baby, we had already worked past that. We were together when you had your accident," Cosima kissed her neck, grabbing the blonde's hips. "You're feeling things that feel new. But you aren't mad that I lied about your memories."
"You wanted to keep me safe," Delphine practically moaned, arching her neck. There was something so comforting about Cosima's touch. It was like her hands and lips could hypnotize Delphine instantly.
"Come on, lets go shower," Cosima whispered, leading Delphine before she had a chance to argue.
The minute the water was hot enough, Cosima slipped off her silk robe, quickly grabbing Delphine's small waist and pulling her under the water.
"Cosima!" Delphine shrieked, the bright red bra and panties turning a dark crimson under the hot water. Her cries were muffled by Cosima's kisses, making her forget that her lingerie was soaked. Cosima slammed her fingers inside Delphine, making Delphine arch her back so far that it hit the cold tiles in the shower, only adding to the ecstasy of Cosima's attack.
"I love you," Cosima whispered, sucking on Delphine's ear lobe.
"Je t'aime," Delphine panted, her breathing erratic. Cosima smiled as she kissed Delphine's collarbone. Without fail, every time Delphine gave in, completely lost in the sex, she spoke French. Cosima loved it, knowing that she could make Delphine feel so good that her brain couldn't even process the second language.
It didn't take long for Delphine to hit her peak, cupping Cosima's face and kissing her wildly.
"I still have all day," Cosima bragged.
"Oi, I gave you my word."
"No work?" Cosima asked, her eyes widening in excitement.
"No work. I'll tell them your sick," she said softly. "Doctor patient confidentiality," she winked.
