She grins at Cosima, completely nude and stretched out on their bed. It's perfect, or would be, if not for the cannula still in her nose, and its tubes connecting to an oxygen tank.
"Hurry up." Cosima teases her, rocking her hips against the bed in a teasing fashion.
Delphine giggles undressing herself slowly, half to taunt her lover. "What did I say?"
"That I need to lay back and keep my cannula in, or sex is not going to happen?"
Delphine smiles, "And?"
"And …" Cosima cannot resist jabbing at her, and grabbing at her hips when she finally settles herself over her.
"Does this sound familiar, mon amour?" Delphine eases herself down against Cosima, straddling her hips. "I'm going to lay back, and let you do all the work. I promise I won't strain myself…" She mimics her beloved as best as she can.
"Mmm." Cosima hums, rocking upwards slowly again, "sounds vaguely familiar."
"Oh…" Delphine moans, straddling Cosima easily on their bed. She lets her hips roll, leaving a slick trail of arousal against her lover's skin. Cosima's hands move from her hips, to her ass, to smoothing over her rounded belly and reaching up to cup heavy breasts.
"You're so gorgeous." Cosima murmurs. "Come here, lean in closer."
She does, kissing Cosima, squeaking slightly when her lover becomes more aggressive in her motions. A hot mouth claims one breast, as hands grope her excitedly. For a few moments she permits it, moaning openly, rocking her hips down. After all, Cosima looks good, her cannula is in, and there's little to be truly concerned about.
"What happened to laying back?" Delphine looks down in amusement as Cosima flops back, the need to draw more regular breaths taking precedence.
"You're just too tempting," Cosima grins, attempting to cajole her into permitting this sort of attention. Fingers continue to play with her breasts, pinching her. The sharp pinch of Cosima's fingers hurts, she'd be annoyed if she weren't quite so worked up.
She smiles back, before groaning. "I want your hands lower."
"Like this?" Cosima teases, dropping a hand to her belly, rubbing it leisurely. It's sweet, but certainly not her desired result.
"Brat." She drops her own hand between them instead, only managing to stroke her sex twice before a surprisingly strong hand grabs her wrist, yanking it up.
"I'll do that." Cosima's hand replaces her own, and it's easy to move her hips against her, to ride her lover's fingers to a delicious oblivion that has her panting into Cosima's face, trying not to fall and crush the tubes of Cosima's cannula.
Will this be their last time? Delphine thinks to herself, wondering as she supports her weight on her hands, holding her quivering body over Cosima's. Dark eyes looking up at her, all the love in the world shining at her from Cosima's soft face.
"Je t'aime." Delphine leans down to kiss her, she still looks so perfect to her eyes. Even though she can notice Cosima is thinner, that although the stem cell injections are holding off the worst of it, her little love is still sick.
"You always say that." Cosima mumbles affectionately, withdrawing her fingers to smooth over pale skin, one hand to feel for any tiny kicks or punches, drawn out by all the commotion.
She's not sure why it makes her nervous, even as Cosima's smiling at their baby kicking away within her.
"There you are." Cosima laughs softly, "hah!"
"Sex seems to make him or her move." Delphine shrugs. Orgasm? Increased heart rate? Either makes enough sense to her.
Cosima gives her a contented look, "Mmmm. Yup." She pokes into her skin trying to encourage more movement.
It's sweet, Delphine acknowledges, but she doesn't want to be done yet. And she doesn't just want to take, there is something else she finds she's craving more.
She shifts to move down her lover's body, nuzzling olive skin on her way down. It's getting more awkward, Delphine admits, but she doesn't want to stop doing this. Her tongue makes eager first contact, lapping at the arousal she finds.
Cosima's sounds alone are reason to keep trying to make love to her like this, even if it means her ass must be up in the air to keep the pressure off of her belly. She has an addiction, a fixation, and it must be satisfied, as long as Cosima is healthy enough to do this. This must be gentle enough, soft enough, that it will not hurt her.
"Yes…" Cosima whimpers, clinging to her hair, letting her hips buck up without care or thought.
She moans greedily, devouring Cosima, slipping hands under her to cup and grope at her ass. To hold her open to her. Logically, she knows Cosima is sick, that she isn't well. That all of this is just a temporary reprieve, but it doesn't stop Cosima from crying out or coming under her mouth. It does't stop either of them.
Afterwards she doesn't want to move, and only reluctantly repositions herself as to not lay across the cannula tubes and inadvertently cut off Cosima's oxygen. Lying on her side, she tries to cuddle her as much as she can.
She stroke a hand along Cosima's back, her side, enjoying the feel of her skin, the smell of her after lovemaking.
"Mmm." Cosima hums in a small voice.
"What is it?" Delphine changes position again, bringing Cosima's hand into contact with a once again wiggly fetus. Surely this will cheer Cosima up
"Nothing really." Cosima shrugs, rolling onto her side to quickly eliminate physical space between them, face impassive.
"Is it the surgery?" Delphine tries cautiously, unsure how much her beloved will let her speak of it.
"No... I know I need it." Cosima admits tiredly, "The injections keep it from progressing, but they can't repair the lung damage. It's not that."
"Then what? We ... I think Dr. Yuil is your best option." Delphine advises gently.
"He's my only option." Cosima deadpans, unamused.
She concedes, "Yes... if you want to live."
"Why? What do you want?" Delphine asks gently, enjoying the feeling of Cosima tucked in against her side, of Cosima's hand pressed against the swell of her belly, intent on not missing another kick or movement from within.
"Marry me." Cosima pleads.
She's stunned at first, not sure how to best respond to this impossible request.
"Delphine?" Cosima prompts after a minute, leaning towards her until their faces are mere inches apart.
"It... wouldn't be legal." Delphine shakes her head, surely this is silly. Romantic maybe, but do they really have the time to waste? Is Cosima truly suggesting that they invest their limited time and energy into planning some odd variation on a shotgun wedding? Who would even go? Scott?
"I don't care. Marry me." Cosima insists, dark eyes burrowing into her own, convincing, begging.
"When?"
"This weekend, as soon as possible. Before the surgery. As quickly as possible. We'll go have it on the farm, my whole crazy clone family can watch, if they want to. Or just us two... but it'd be nicer out there, even if there's snow."
Delphine finds herself grinning madly at the thought, "Yes."
"Yes?"
"We'll have a wedding. A small one." Delphine accepts happily, "But you cannot over exert yourself, and we are bringing an oxygen tank."
Cosima deadpans, "I'm not taking my vows with a cannula in my nose."
She pauses to kiss Cosima's nose. "No, but before and after the ceremony you can use it."
"Okay, I'll like call Alison, see what she has for us. And Scott. Let's do this thing." Cosima beamed.
It wasn't what she'd imagined, not that she'd ever imagined a wedding at all. She's in a long black knit dress, for warmth, her belly is round, her pregnancy fully obvious to all of their guests. Although, the only one she thinks actually likes her is probably Scott.
Cosima is lovely, fake flowers had been fashioned in a crown for both of their heads, in reds and oranges, and Cosima's dress was red, her oxygen tank sitting just to the side.
She's still beaming at her, hands linked, she doesn't dare look at the guests, other than Scott and the children. Kira seems happy for them, content to watch her aunt get married. Alison's children as well, don't have any malice for them.
She can tell without looking that Sarah is scowling, she knew that she'd tried to refuse to go. But Cosima wouldn't let them miss it, intent on making them watch.
There is no officiant, there doesn't need to be, they'd had a few days to plan this out, she sets in on her vows, shaking despite herself. This wedding was for Cosima, it was what Cosima wanted, and yet, it feels real to her as she promises her life away to Cosima.
Love, honour, cherish. They hadn't done anything fancy, nothing particularly strange, even though Cosima had suggested they make their vows more unconventional.
As long as she lives, Delphine tries not to tear up as she says the words, she will love and honour Cosima.
Cosima has an easier time, with her vows, or she simply doesn't care when a couple tears go trailing down her cheeks. She supposes this is why people have rehearsals, to get the crying out before the actual event. Either way, it touches her, and she can no longer restrain her own tears.
Either way, they're two crying brides before it's over, and Cosima is kissing her, as passionately as she dares, in front of her entire family.
It hits her, as Scott is congratulating the both of them, attempting to make up for the general lack of excitement, that she'd promised her life away to Cosima, months ago on Leda 4.
Married or not, they were inescapably entwined, for the rest of their lives.