More aroused than she's ever been in her life, Delphine lies on top of her sleeping bag wanting. Kissing Cosima, touching Cosima's skin... What would it be like, Delphine wonders. Desire? Why from this? Why so much if Cosima couldn't... She shakes her head to clear it, staring up at the fabric of her tent. She's changed into pyjamas, but nothing seems to cool the heat on her skin, or the tightness of arousal low in her body.

Would she change this? Any of this? Any of Cosima's body? Give herself these feelings for a man instead of this small brilliant woman? No, Delphine reacts instinctively, she wants Cosima exactly as she is. Round hips, soft skin, her dark hair, her beautiful sweet mouth. When she thinks of Cosima, her body tightens, arousal pools between her thighs. Her dreams haunt her, kissing and touching Cosima, not in the least disconnected.

Is Cosima laying awake like this as well? Delphine wonders. Is she suffering and aching just as much? Is she depriving both of them out of fear? Tension built far beyond comfortable limits. Her body know what it wants, surely it wouldn't want so intensely if Cosima couldn't satisfy her need. And Cosima's... What would Cosima want? What would please her? What would she want Delphine to say? Cosima's need was so obvious, Delphine muffles a moan at the thought, and she'd left her wanting. Fucking? She doesn't want to just fuck Cosima, she wants so much more. Delphine groans audibly.

Unable to take it anymore, Delphine unzips and clambers out of her tent, quickly lacing her boots. It's quiet, sleep having already claimed most of the students. She heads directly for Cosima's tent. The cool night does nothing to quell the fire raging inside her body.

She opens the flap to Cosima's tent and removes the boots in the vestibule, placing them next to Cosima's. It's dark in Cosima's tent but she can make out the shape of Cosima's body in her sleeping bag. And the large water-tight blue crate she uses to store her belongings. She zips the tent again behind her. Is Cosima still awake? If not, will she wake her?

"Who's there?" Cosima groans at her, voice dazed "Delphine?"

Has she woken her then? How does she know? Can she feel her somehow? Delphine immediately pulls off her pajama pants, throwing them on top of the giant blue container. "Touch me, Cosima." Delphine demands softly, unzipping the sleeping bag and crawling in with her, "I want you to."

"What?" Cosima asks softly as Delphine moves to hover over her, laying frantic kisses immediately to her neck, her cheeks. Now, she insists silently, I want you now. Does Cosima still want her? Does she understand the magnetic draw she possesses?

She straddles Cosima, lets her bare sex brush the brunette's abdomen, damp curls meeting toned skin and flimsy cotton fabric. Delphine considers other words, but she doesn't want to be vulgar with Cosima. Doesn't want to taint this with dirty words, even if Cosima may not understand them.. "Touch me." She repeats insistently.

"Woah, you're not wearing pants..." Cosima breathes heavily, "Oh god... I can feel you." Cosima is unable to keep a low groan from escaping. Hands instantly reaching for Delphine's hips, pushing down, increasing the pressure of their contact, making her hiss in pleasure.

"So wet." Delphine whispers back, using Cosima's own words, attempting to excite her, rouse her from her sleep. "Please. S'il te plait." Show me how, she begs silently, so I can please you.

"Ohh." Cosima breathes, pulling her down for a heated kiss, letting her fingers dig into bare skin.

Delphine moans loudly into Cosima kisses, at the pressure against her sex, at Cosima's hands on her hips. Intense, perfect... How could she resist this?

"Oh god, shh!" Cosima shushes her, "You're so loud. I haven't even touched you yet! I thought you said you were quiet."

"I'm sorry. I don't know what's got into me." Delphine apologizes, her brain suggesting 'desperation' as a possible cause. Her skin nearly burns touching Cosima's, she realizes that she will be consumed by this.

"You have to be quiet." Cosima hisses catching her chin and holding it, forcing eye contact, "There are only a few metres and a little fabric between us and everyone else on site."

Cosima draws her back into her arms, hands slipping lower, grazing her ass briefly. Hands slide up again to grip the hem of her shirt, raising it just slightly.

"Oui." She agrees quickly, "Yes, Cosima." Delphine answers the unasked question, "Please." She raises her arms permitting the removal of the garment.

Cosima looks up at her for a moment, seemingly stunned. Too afraid to touch? Delphine wonders. Too nervous? Too afraid that she will run again?

No, she wants to promise her, never again will she run from her. Instead, she clasps Cosima's hands in her own, laying a slow kiss against each palm before pressing them into her breasts.

"Ohh." Cosima barely contains her moan, cupping supple flesh in her hands, gently stroking with her thumbs.

"Prends-moi." Delphine husks at her, rolling her hips gently, enjoying the gentle stimulation, watching Cosima's reaction. Flushing, eyes rolling back, groaning. It's not so very different, she realizes smiling.

"What does that mean?" Cosima breathes back, hands skimming skin.

Delphine smiles, "Take me." On va faire l'amour, she thinks to herself with gleeful delight.

She's rolled almost instantly back to lay on her side. Facing Cosima, who smiles at her, rolling with her. "Like this?" Cosima asks softly, a hand pulling the blonde's leg over to rest on her hip, as she scoots forward.

She watches Cosima's hand press between them, cupping between her legs, unmoving. Simply savouring the sensation of touching her, she rocks her hips and is kissed just as fiercely for a moment. Her naked body pressed to Cosima's clothed one, her fingers fumble with fabric, wanting skin.

"Non. Take off your clothes." Delphine pulls on the hem of Cosima's tank lifting it off, "I want you naked." She will have Cosima, touch Cosima, feel Cosima against her.

Cosima looks at her in disbelief before obeying, the sleeping bag unzipped and thrown open, "You sure?"

"Yes. Yes. I want you naked when we make love." Delphine begs quietly, she watches Cosima pull away to peel off her pajamas in the dark, too dark to really see beyond shades and shadow. She pulls Cosima in against her regardless, trying not to moan at the touch of their skin. The absolute thrill of it, she kisses Cosima instead to muffle the noise.

Her skin is soft, and Cosima is undeniably wet, dripping curls pressing against her own skin. She lets her hands explore, caressing from thighs upwards, grazing Cosima's ass, Cosima's breasts. Should she be rougher? More insistent? Does Cosima prefer a gentle touch?

"Do you like this?" Delphine asks as the brunette looks back at her in disbelief. She belatedly realizes she's fondling Cosima, stroking and squeezing at her. Her dream-memories spurring her on, she will have Cosima, she will take her.

"Oh Delphine," Cosima sighs, kissing her again, pushing in to her, their bodies pressed together from chest to calves. She muffles a moan at the press of their breasts, their skin.

"T'es toute douce." She sighs again, "You're so soft."

"Is that what that means?"

"Yes." Delphine breathes back, "Ma chérie." Fingers brushing Cosima's lips, her cheeks before bringing her in for another kiss, now exploring the skin of her back. She cannot get enough of the way Cosima feels or smells, she inhales deeply at the thought.

Cosima smiles softly, fingers reaching down to gently part her again, "You feel so good." She groans softly, seemingly mesmerized by their bodies together.

"C'est comme la fin du monde." Delphine moans. Everything is intense, if she thought kissing Cosima was too intense she had gotten way over her head. If she doesn't have Cosima soon, she may spontaneously combust.

"What does that mean?" Cosima's voice barely a whisper. "It's like the world is ending." Delphine repeats in English, she rolls her hips attempting to speed things along, pushing herself against skilled fingers.

"No... Delphine, it's just beginning." She continues to stroke her gently, so gently, she wants to cry, instead she gasps, clinging more tightly to Cosima's skin.

Mon amour, she thinks, letting her head fall back. She was meant to meet Cosima, meant to love her - it's so clear now. Delphine lets herself whine softly, "J'ai besoin de toi."

"Wow, you're so sensitive." Cosima husks, kissing her, stroking her, "So sexy."

She nods in response, gasping at the featherlight touch of soft hands. At how very good this feels, Cosima feels. Pressure builds rapidly in her pelvis, and she responds by muffling little sounds into Cosima's cheeks, her lips, her neck. How is this so easy?

"How's that?"

"Mmm." Delphine whimpers and forces their lips back together, "Get on top of me."

Cosima rolls her gently, adjusting their position to hover over her, long dark hair hangs down over her face for a moment, and Delphine pushes it back with her hands. She's nearly coming undone at these soft delicate touches, at the gentle pressure. So different, and yet, Cosima is still achingly familiar, her touch nearly electric.

"Inside." Delphine insists quietly, her hips jerking with each gentle stroke. Cosima moves over her, letting their skin brush together, making little noises in the back of her throat as they kiss.

"I don't have to be," Cosima whispers back tenderly between lingering kisses, "It's not necessary."

She presses a kiss to Cosima's temple, "Please." She smooths her hands over the soft skin of Cosima's back, holding her close, keeping her close.

Two fingers gently push inside, continuing to stroke gently, Cosima's thumb moves to rubbing tight circles that are just.. too much.

"Trop. Too much." No sooner has she winced, than has Cosima stopped.

"Okay, okay..." Cosima eases off with a kiss, pressing down with her palm instead.

"You're so gentle." She whispers the words into Cosima's ear, "I like you... I like your fingers inside me." Something is boiling up in her, pressure threatening to release far too soon, she sobs at the thought of this being over so quickly.

"I am inside you." Cosima insists curling her digits slightly, "This is me inside of you."

"Je t'aime." The words are barely a whisper and she doesn't want to say them now, not while Cosima is gently working in her, making love to her. And there are tears running down her cheeks, and she clutches Cosima tighter. They become hushed voices and clinging kisses, little moans and the sweet slide of their bodies.

Her cries are muffled by Cosima's lips as she tumbles over the edge, unable to resist climax any longer. Cosima's hand keeps moving, drawing out the orgasm until she relaxes beneath her new lover.

"Beautiful," Cosima breathes into her ear as her lover's cries turn to panting. As her own breath slows, she contents herself with stroking Delphine's hair, admiring her as best she can in the dark.

Delphine's cheeks are wet with tears, and she'll never want to let go, never, Delphine realizes with another low cry. She's still gasping for breath and shuddering underneath Cosima, only then does she notice the wet spot beneath them, the fluid that seems to have gathered between Cosima's hand and her body.

She looks down confused for a moment, but then notices Cosima smiling at her in the dark as she gently pulls out. All cheeky smile and exposed canines, pushing forward to kiss her again.

Cosima grins, looking adoringly down at Delphine, "You okay?" She's completely besotted, but she can't bring herself to care right now, unwilling to face the fact she's fallen too deeply.

Delphine nods breathlessly, arms reaching up to clutch her against her own body, anything to prolong their connection, in any small way.
She's clinging to me, Cosima thinks delightedly, kissing at the blonde's neck, her cheeks. Cosima is surprised when she feels Delphine sit up, almost shakily, taking her with her. She giggles suddenly forced to sit up, "You can lie back down."

"Non." Delphine answers, "T'es la mienne." This new desire is stronger than ever, Cosima's pleasure. Her dreams flash through her mind briefly, scenes of kissing Cosima, of Cosima crying out for her in ecstasy. A low heat settles into her body again at the thought. She suppresses her worries, she has to try...

"Mmm?" Cosima hums between surprisingly frantic kisses placed to her own neck. Will Delphine really...? Does she even really want her to? Cosima considers. Will she be able to be quiet enough with Delphine's hands on her?

Delphine grips Cosima's chin gently, "Tu es la mienne, et je vais te prendre."

"What does that mean?" Cosima moans into the next kiss, tongue stroking Delphine's.

"You're mine, Cosima, and I am going to take you." Delphine clarifies in a low voice, pulling her in closer.

"Oh." Cosima lets herself sigh, surrendering to whatever has come over Delphine. She straddles Delphine's lap readily, meeting her tender, breathless kisses. She lets out of hoarse gasp of surprise at fingers sliding up her thigh towards her once again aching sex, fingers slip into her without preamble, "Delphine..." Cosima cries and whimpers, burying her face in the blonde's neck.

Delphine stills for a moment, "Are you alright?" She wants to groan at this, Cosima feels good, better than she'd expected, she delights in the feel of her, and her own undeniable reaction. Almost selfishly, she needs Cosima to come... Cosima to cry out for her, cling to her, confess her love to her.

"Yes." Cosima murmurs, rolling her hips, "Please...Delphine...please." Her need is undeniable, she has to have her. It' s not perfect, but it's Delphine, and she throws herself into it.

"I'm going to make love to you." Delphine promises softly, she moves gently. She tries to listen to Cosima's breathing, following the gentle rolling of her hips. She is suddenly hyperaware of all the places they touch, their lips, their breasts, the backs of Cosima's thighs on her lap, against her hips, Cosima's arms around her, and the sweet warmth of Cosima's sex enveloping her fingers. She moves experimentally, cautiously. She knows she's fumbling, one arm clutching around Cosima's back holding her close.

Cosima groans slightly, moving her hips more firmly trying to guide Delphine, holding back tears of her own, "Can you just..."

Suddenly far too aware of her clumsiness, Delphine stills, sobbing, "I wanted this to be good for you."

"Shh... it's okay," Cosima readjusts her hand slightly with one of her own, moving her hips steadily once again, "Like this, okay?" She presses soft kisses to Delphine's cheeks, her lips to reassure her.

She nods, moving as Cosima wants her to, into her guidance. Delphine tries to fill each movement with tenderness... Cosima has to know, she has to tell her. Now, everything in her demands it.

Cosima breathes heavily when she strokes her more firmly, pushes a little deeper, "Yes." Little groans emerge from their movements, and she can feel Delphine smiling whenever their lips part to draw breath.

"Je t'aime." She whispers into Cosima's ear, fingers continuing their gentle strokes inside, "Je t'aime." This is perfect, Delphine decides, this is the perfect moment.

Cosima moans, and forces their lips together, hips keeping their movements, little moans escaping despite both of their attempts to remain quiet. She feels Cosima tighten around her, and moans openly, making no attempt to muffle herself.

She breaks the kiss, needing Cosima to understand, "I love you." Delphine moans softly, lips immediately reattaching to Cosima's, teasing at her lips, flicking her tongue gently into Cosima's warm mouth.

The pleasure hits her quickly, Delphine's love, the insistent working of her hand. On the edge, Cosima pushes forward with a crushing kiss, hips working faster, spasms overtaking her, before collapsing on Delphine.

Delphine smiles with relief at Cosima's pleasure, she gathers her little love into her arms, laying them both down stroking at her back.

As Cosima catches her breath, she notices Delphine crying, unable to stop herself,
"What's wrong? Did you not like it?" Cosima props herself up, a hand going to stroke Delphine's hair, concern filling her. No, no no... Not like this, Cosima begs silently.

Delphine continues to cry, shaking her head, "Non... I liked it. A lot."

"Then what's wrong?"

A teary smile on Delphine's face, "I love you so much already Cosima... I've never been in love before." At this Delphine sobs louder, clinging to her tighter as if separating from her body physically is the worst punishment she can imagine.

"Oh god...shhh." Cosima tries to position them to muffle Delphine's tears, "It's okay...it's okay." She croons quietly. Is Delphine gay? Is she just the vehicle of discovery? Or is this craziness between them completely mutual?

"And you didn't say it back." The blonde looks grief-stricken now, looking up at her in horror.