It had started off as a joke really. Sarah Manning teasing her, claiming the only way she could be keeping her grade that high was if she was fucking one of the lecturers. Cosima had snapped back that no GPA was worth being degraded by Dr. Leekie, and anyway some people were more than capable of handing in their assignments on time.
As Cosima collected the sheets on the desks at the back of the small tutorial class, she wondered idly what Sarah would think now. She watched as her fellow students filled out, some going to lunch, some going to lectures, others probably going back to bed (I mean twelve o'clock was a ridiculous time to have a class afterall). She wondered what they thought of her loitering behind. Did they think she wanted to ask something, or that maybe she was confused? They could also have quite possibly seen the glint in her eye though, and know fine well what was going on behind them dark frames.
Yes, fucking a lecturer had been a joke; screwing one of the TA's however, was something Cosima was actually quite serious about.
"Thought I'd make your job easier for you Miss Cormier." She slipped the sheets of paper onto the desk at the front of the class before sitting herself on top of them, crossing her legs casually and watching as Delphine wiped the remaining notes off the board.
"How thoughtful." She didn't bother to turn, and Cosima was glad, as the soft French lilt sent a visible shiver down her spine.
Cosima watched as Delphine finished wiping the chalk off the board and put down the cloth. She admired the way the lean muscles in her arm flexed and thanked all the gods she didn't really believe in for inventing sleeveless tops. She leaned back on the desk and propped herself up on her hands as Delphine sauntered towards the door and snapped it shut, appreciating the subtle outline of her ass in her tight black jeans. When she heard the lock click in the door a smile spread fondly across her face and she realised in the previous few weeks that noise had become one of her favourite sounds.
"Anything I can help you with Cosima?" Delphine asked, finally turning and leaning back against the wooden frame of the door; her eyes running up her student's bare legs towards the mid-thigh hem of her burgundy dress.
Cosima's smile morphed subtly to a smirk. Half the thrill of this game they had was the subtle role-play. The way they stuck with their classroom assigned roles even when Cosima's fellow students were long gone. Delphine was always Miss Cormier and Cosima was always her student; young and naïve and unaware she was being taken advantage of.
"I was wondering if there was any way I could improve my grade?" Her voice was so genuine she almost believed herself – almost shuddered at the thought of her outstanding 4.0 having slipped.
"I don't know what you mean?" Delphine pushed herself lightly off the door and took a few steps towards her dreadlocked student, stopping at arm's length from the edge of the desk and a set of swinging legs.
"You know, anything I could do for some extra credit," Cosima shrugged almost too casually and resisted the urge to lick her lips when Delphine ran a hand through her hair.
"That depends," the blonde mused and she took another step closer when Cosima uncrossed her legs and spread them just far enough apart for a body to fit in. "On how far you're willing to go." She took another confident step and she positioned herself between Cosima's thighs, her hands resting on the cold wood either side of her student's body.
"Looks like I'm in luck then," Cosima nodded; placing one hand over Delphine's and reaching the other out instinctively to curl around the nape of the blonde's neck. "Because I'm willing to go all the way."
Her hand pulled Delphine's neck down and their lips met with an unforetold gravity, Cosima's tongue darting out and Delphine's lips falling open to accept it. They pushed their bodies flush together and a strong arm wrapped around Cosima's waist while another hand knotted in her dreadlocks and tugged urgently until the student's head fell back and her neck was left exposed.
Delphine's lips moved on to the newly exposed flesh and Cosima barely had time to miss the mouth that had been moving against her own when she felt a hot kiss planted against the corner of her jaw, then another lower on her neck, then a long languid kiss to her pulse point. She felt a throb of heat between her legs as this kiss turned to a bite; cold teeth scraping across the creamy and damp flesh and being quickly followed by a hot tongue to wipe away the red swell left behind.
Cosima's eyes fluttered and a hot sigh slid from her lips. She pushed herself forward on the desk and gripped tight to Delphine's waist. Her fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her top and her nails left crescent moon ridges in the porcelain flesh as the mouth attached to her neck continued its fiery assault. She felt the taught muscle of Delphine's stomach beneath her calloused fingertips and relished the way they contracted each time she took a breath.
She needed more though and when the tongue on her neck ran back up to her jaw and teeth nipped playfully at her earlobe her hands fell instinctively to the button of her tutor's jeans, and with unsteady hands she quickly managed to push them down to Delphine's knees.
The blonde broke their kiss and stepped a little way out of their embrace to free herself from the denim, kicking them off her ankles along with her shoes. Then she paused and gave Cosima a playfully seductive smile; her eyes darkened in a way that made Cosima want to jump off the table and have her right then and there. She waited though. She held her breath and waited as Delphine tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her black lace underwear and pushed them slowly over her thighs, bending to do so yet never breaking eye contact with Cosima.
A groan of desire betrayed Cosima's cool exterior when Delphine stepped out of the lace that was now pooled around her feet, though the noise was almost entirely lost in the moment as two deceptively strong hands pushed her back until she was lying against the oak desk, a pen digging into the small of her back.
She didn't care though. Right now all she cared about was the woman climbing slowly on top of her and straddling her thighs. All she cared about right now was the woman pushing her dress up until it pooled around Cosima's midsection. All she cared about right now was the way Delphine's eyes bore a scorching trail over her body, and stopped where her navel was still covered by her underwear. Her breath caught in her throat when short nails scraped down her stomach and dipped beneath the flimsy fabric. She lifted her body subtly as the ruined material was pulled off awkwardly over her hips and discarded on the floor.
She gasped as the cold air hit the wetness between her legs, though that cold didn't last long. Delphine was repositioning herself, and without warning a thigh collided with her core, sending a jolt of electricity up her spine.
"You're so wet," Delphine's voice was low and thick with arousal and rather than reply Cosima pushed her own knee up until it connected with the sensitive flesh between Delphine's legs.
Then she done it again while at the same time raising her own body to grind shamelessly into the blonde's thigh, loving the way the older woman's mouth fell open and her eyes fluttered above her. She felt Delphine's arousal hot and wet against her as they grinded against one another, their hips rolling and arching to create friction.
Cosima needed more though, and wordlessly she grabbed one of the hands that was resting against the desk behind her head and guided it hurriedly between their bodies. Delphine took the hint, and rubbed two fingers fast against Cosima's clit just enough to make her whimper before she effortlessly slid one inside the brunette, following it quickly with a second.
Her able digits fucked Cosima in the same rhythm as her hips grinding against the tattooed girls thigh and she bit her lip when Cosima's lower body rose almost completely off the table, pushing her fingers in deeper to satisfy the woman trapped beneath her. She could feel the dreadlocked girl coming undone around her fingers and pushed in once more and held her hand there, swooping down to capture Cosima's short sharp pants and gasps in the back of her throat.
She pulled her fingers out slowly once Cosima comes down from her high, and makes sharp eye contact with the girl below her as she takes the two fingers to her mouth and swirls her tongue around them, licking them clean.
Cosima bites down hard on her lip watching like a slow torture. Then without warning her hands grab at Delphine's lower thighs and slowly run up the soft flesh towards her navel. She can still feel the wetness against her own thigh and soon she feels it hot and sticky against her fingers as she teases the blonde's folds. She drops her leg flat against the table and at the same time pushes a finger inside Delphine.
A gasp fills the air around them, and soon Delphine is pushing herself down against the one finger that quickly becomes two, gradually building a rhythm as she rides Cosima's hand, the thumb of which is rubbing fast circles in her clit and sending iron hot spasms through each nerve of her body.
They have one rule when it comes to this type of rendezvous – silence. Right now though as Cosima grips tight to Delphine's thigh, digging her nails in just enough to hold and steady the blonde while she grinds hot and hard into the brunette's able fingers, Delphine was finding this rule increasingly difficult to follow.
French cusses followed French endearments which followed a string of incoherent whimpers and mews of pleasure. Her eyes screw shut and she slams herself down against Cosima's palm one final time as the younger woman's fingers curl expertly inside her and send her tripping and tumbling over the edge into oblivion.
Cosima pulls her down, returning the favour, and kissing her to silence the sounds falling from somewhere deep in her throat. They stay like this for a moment once Delphine regains the ability of coherent thought; kissing slowly and lazily, each kiss containing a content satisfaction that can only be achieved after pretty great sex.
It's Delphine that pulls back first and straightens her top, looking down at Cosima like she could still devour her whole all over again. "I've another class in twenty minutes," she tells her finally, though she makes no real move to remove herself from the desk.
"Bummer," Cosima sighs, propping herself up on her elbows.
"Mm," Delphine hums her agreement and only then does she slide herself off Cosima's body and onto the floor.
Cosima sits herself upright and watches as Delphine lifts both pairs of underwear, throwing a pair which she catches in one hand and slides on as she watches the blonde do the same. She wants to make a comment about how she'll miss the view as Delphine slides her jeans back on over her long, slender legs though she doesn't bother; instead allowing herself to enjoy the site before her as she wiggles her hips and kicks her legs a little. It's only when Delphine slips her feet back into her plain black pumps that Cosima hops off the desk and fixes her dress back down around her thighs.
"So about that extra credit," Cosima reminds her teasingly, a smug grin tugging at her lips when Delphine glances up at her.
"Oh trust me," Delphine drawls, her voice still husky. "Your A will be staying perfectly intact."
Cosima laughs a little then turns serious. "Would you actually bump up my grade? Like if I genuinely needed it?" She's genuinely curious.
Delphine doesn't respond right away, instead she considers it; the moral implications of it all. "No," she replies eventually. "Though with sex like that I just might consider it."
Cosima smiles again; that was the right answer. "See you next week Miss Cormier."
"Au revoir Cosima," she replies, placing a light kiss on Cosima's cheekbone and watching her leave the classroom.