"How are ya doing, babe? Can I get you anything?"

"Mmmm. I am perfect, ma cherie. But I am so hungry. I could kill for some ice cream."

"Mmmm. Ice cream?" She asked as she slinked out of bed, leaned into the door to the bathroom and grabbed a dark purple, silk robe from the hook on the door, pulling it over her compact body. She tossed a second robe, similar in style and length, to the foot of the bed, a suggestion only.

"Where are you going?"

"I think I have just the ticket. I have some eskimo pies downstairs." She pointed out the door, as she bared her canines and leaned in to the blonde, prostrate on the bed and laid a gentle kiss to her exposed neck.

"I don't think I know it?" She said as she tilted her chin away from Cosima to expose more of herself to the woman's lips.

"Mmm, prepare to become a craven addict."

"I think I already am."

While Cosima tiptoed down the stairs, Delphine turned in the sheets, grinning, pulling the pillow that had lain under her lover to her nose, breathing in the scent. She sat up, pulling on the robe Cosima had put out for her, then laid there waiting, never so content to be alone in another person's space. She felt like she belonged, like she could spend countless hours in this room lying next to an American in dreadlocks trilling out endless facts on space and time and history while her fingers danced across her skin.

She wasn't sure how long she had been there, studying the ceiling, a small, unconscious smile on her face. She hadn't heard the brunette walk in, hadn't felt her presence until she heard a light hum followed by a cheeky voice.

"What are you thinking, Frenchie?"

Leaning up on her elbow, she said, "Hmm, I was wondering when you would bring me my ice cream, ma colombe."

"Mmmm, I bet."

The brunette was holding two slim, plastic covered treats with a record under her arm.

"You will get your treat" Her tongue was peaking behind canines, but then she pulled her lip behind her teeth, self-conscious. "But first … I wanted to play you something. Is that okay?"

"Oui, yes, Cosima. What do you have?"

Cosima set the two chocolate covered ice creams on the end table and walked to another turntable set into the darkest corner of the room. She roughly set the record in the turntable, the detail of the cover obscured in the dim light, and reached out a hand to Delphine.

"Will you join me?"

Delphine moved to stand as Cosima set the needle in the ridges.

The trumpet and sax sounded in as Delphine moved toward her. She knew it immediately. When she reached for Cosima, she pulled the smaller woman into a close, fast sway, wrapping one hand around her waist, the other instinctively entwining the fingers of their free hands. She was laughing lightly, shaking her head as the brunette's dreads swayed around her cheeky grin. Delphine's own smile grew to bursting as she gazed into vibrant, challenging copper eyes.

I fell in love with you the first time I looked into
Them There Eyes
And you have a certain lil cute way of flirtin'
With Them There Eyes

They make me feel so happy
They make me feel so blue
I'm fallin', no stallin'
In a great big way for you
My heart is jumpin', you've started somethin'
With Them There Eyes

They danced around each other, Delphine spinning Cosima every few lines and pulling her close for a kiss in between. At the last refrain, Delphine pulled Cosima into an impossible proximity, barely able to see each other, only able to feel their bodies pressed together.

She spoke softly into Cosima's ear, "I did fall, you know. On that train."

Cosima pulled back just slightly seeking her eyes, her own eyelids fluttering closed at the words, then she looked again as she brought their lips together. She breathed against her lips in an exaggerated drawl, "Darlin', you are gonna miss that plane." Her tone was teasing, but Delphine saw the sad expectancy behind her eyes.

"I know.

She understood, at least for now, that Delphine had agreed to stay.