Delphine's eyes fluttered open. Her head was pounding and the room was quiet, but so quiet it only magnified her hangover. When she lifted her head, she sighed. Alone. Again.

Delphine stormed out of bed, already on a war path. She didn't even hear the door open softly.

"Hey, what are you doing awake?" Cosima whispered.

"Don't you-" Delphine started, but stopped when she spun around. "What is this?" She demanded.

"A croissant. Coffee, black. Just like you like it when you're hungover. Some orange juice and some aspirin. I had to make a few stops, so it took a little longer," she whispered.

"You weren't with Taylor?"

"No, I thought you'd want to skip brunch and avoid her," Cosima admitted. "I was taking care of you."

"Why don't we go to the brunch," Delphine smiled softly.

"Your hangover-"

"I'm suddenly feeling better," she smiled as she began getting dressed.

As the duo got in the elevator, Cosima brushed up against the taller woman. "I know you're still mad," Cosima started, "but do you still love me?"

Delphine used two fingers to motion a tiny bit.

"That's encouraging," Cosima smiled, remembering the tiny sliver she had after the first kiss with Delphine. If there was a small chance, she could win her over.

The minute they got to the dining room, Taylor practically dragged Cosima out to the patio to talk. Delphine shot Cosima a playful glance, but let them go. It gave her a chance to approach Mark.

"Mark," she sighed. "I am so sorry..."

"Don't worry about it," Mark whispered. "You were a great dance partner."

"It was very noble of you to reject me," she said softly. "I'm sorry I made a fool of myself."

"Speaking of fools," he motioned to the balcony. "Is that still..."

"I trust her," Delphine whispered, watching Cosima. She noticed Cosima turn away three times, her arm around her body. Delphine knew immediately the way Cosima tried to hide her coughs. "Excuse me," she whispered to Mark.

"Cosima," Delphine whispered, rushing to her side. "I brought you water. Are you okay?" She placed a hand on Cosima's forehead before she realized.

"It's a cough," Taylor rolled her eyes.

"Your pills are upstairs. You should go take them. I don't think you did this morning," Delphine said softly.

"She's fine. She doesn't need you." Taylor snapped.

"Don't." Delphine warned, glaring at the other woman. "Cosima..."

"You're right. I'll go take them. Are you coming?"

"She can stay here," Taylor smiled, raising an eyebrow. When Cosima walked off, Taylor glared at the blonde. "You aren't her mother. She's told me all about you."

"Funny. When Cosima is with me your name never comes up," Delphine quipped. If Taylor thought she couldn't play this game, she'd learn.

"I can see it, Delphine. The cracks in this romance. Everyone can see it."

"You could look at Cosima a million times and never once see all the pieces of her I see. You could stare at her all night and be unaware of what you're seeing..."

"It isn't some big, special thing. It's a fling. Cosima is a player and you're just another pretty face. Cosima is many things, but she's never been loyal. It took two seconds to leave you for me-"

"She hasn't left me."

"She will. And it's only fair. If there were anyone prettier, she'd leave me for them," Taylor shrugged.

"If?" Delphine practically laughed at how conceited Taylor was. "You don't know what we've experienced. You don't understand..."

"Enlighten me. If you speak enough English..." Taylor pushed. Delphine glared at her. God, she hated this woman.

"It's all the senses-"

"I get it. You've tasted her." Taylor rolled her eyes.

"I don't just mean that kind of sweetness. I've kissed her cheeks and tasted the salt of her tears. I've felt her-"

"Obviously."

"I've felt her body collapse against mine when she's weak and she's sick. I've seen the way her eyes break when she's hurt or destroyed. It's utter destruction and it's written across her face. You've never heard the way her tongue jumbles the words when she tries to speak French just to give me a piece of home."

Taylor looked so unimpressed that Delphine pushed on, trying a different approach.

"And you've never had her so aroused that the scent of her desire pooling is surrounding you both."

"Not yet. But I will."

"Listen Taylor," Delphine snapped, her voice icy. "Cosima is a little kitten. She'll let you hold her and play and maybe you'll make her purr," she shrugged. "But when she wants milk, she comes to me. And I can promise you, that Cosima always licks up every last drop. Stay away from her."

"Game on, Frenchie," Taylor said quickly as Cosima returned.

"Lets go eat," Cosima whispered nervously. As she looped her arm with Delphine's, she noticed the way Delphine kept looking back, glaring. "Want to tell me what happened?"

"Nothing," Delphine whispered, glancing back again. "There's no problem."