A/N: This chapter contains a possible trigger. There's a very mild and vague reference to sexual abuse, it's not mentioned, only implied, but I just wanted to let you know before you start reading.

I'm switching POV a few times in this one, but it's all pretty clear. Hope you'll it.

"Come on," she smiled, tickling Hugo's ribs before she lifted him out of his high chair. "Wanna give Delphine a kiss?"

He looked at me for a second, considering his mother's suggestion before he shook his head. Hugo surprised both of us last night when he began to cry hysterically as Cosima tried to carry him upstairs. My girlfriend didn't have a clue what was going on with her boy and it took her almost fifteen minutes to figure out he just wanted to kiss me goodnight. I don't think I've ever seen her so frustrated with her son as last night.

"You don't?" she giggled, placing him on her hip. "Delphine is not a good kisser?"

He shook his head wildly, his dark curls bobbing with the movement while a cheeky smile began to form across his face, making me snort in amusement.

"She isn't? You've had better in your young life?"

The little boy nodded affirmatively, giggling in his tiny hands as Cosima gave me a flirtatious wink.

"Who? Is it Elsie?" I teased, standing up from my seat as he began to squeal. "I can't believe you're choosing a two-year-old girl over me Hugo. I've got a lot more life experience. I'm much more emotionally developed and I'm financially stable."

"Oh Delphine is right isn't she? You're secretly kissing Elsie when she stays over?" Cosima laughed, hugging her son closer to her chest. "You can tell me baby, I won't get mad at you. I always secretly kissed the boy next door when I was three."

He gave us another head shake, drooling a little in his excitement.

"Is it Lila from daycare?" she asked, wiping the saliva from his chin with her sleeve as he shook his head again.

"No? You're making me curious now Hugo," I chuckled, opening a bottle of red wine. "Who is a better kisser than me?"

He looked at me as if I just asked him the stupidest question ever and tapped his tiny index finger against his mother's sternum.

"Ahw," I swooned, walking over to him to rub his back. "You're gonna make a woman so happy one day mister Prince Charming."

"I love you Hughie," Cosima whispered into his ear, kissing his cheek. "I'm gonna put you to bed."

She turned around and walked into the livingroom before she disappeared from my sight. She stopped asking me if I want to help her, knowing that taking care of Hugo is still way out of my comfort zone. I don't want to bathe him, brush his teeth, change his diaper of read him a story before bedtime, and I'm not sure if I'll ever feel comfortable enough to do those things. Thankfully, Cosima isn't pushing me and she doesn't expect anything.

I took another sip of wine and relaxed back into my seat as my mind began to race. Cosima is meeting that French chick for brunch tomorrow and don't know what to think. She doesn't want to talk about it, refuses to tell me more about the woman and I still don't know how they met. I mean… I have my suspicions, but I can't prove them.

"He's asleep," she said as she entered the kitchen thirty minutes later.

"Good."

"Delphine, is everything allright? You were very quiet at dinner."

"Hmm," I shrugged, swirling the red liquid around in my mouth, filling my taste buds with a bitter flavor.

"Are you angry with me?"

"I don't know Cosima. I just don't feel good."

"Okay," she whispered, sitting across from me as she folded her hands on the table. "Is this about tomorrow?"

"Non… oui… je ne sais pas."

"You're angry at me for meeting Louise for brunch isn't it?"

"I'm not sure if I'm angry or…" I whispered, finally meeting her gaze. "Disappointed."

"Disappointed?" she said, exhaling a deep sigh. "With me?"

"Oui."

"Why? I haven't done anything wrong!"

"You think?" I laughed humorlessly. "She's the woman you told me about right? The prostitute?"

"Don't call her that," Cosima hissed, putting her palms flat on the table.

"Don't call her a prostitute? That's what she is Cosima! She fucks others for money… and you had sex with her… multiple times."

"Delphine! Stop being a bitch!"

"No! You're naive! Why do you think she wants to meet you in the first place?"

"Because we haven't seen each other in a while, she's interested in my life."

"No! She's interested in you! In your body and your money."

My girlfriend jumped up from her chair, her eyes blazing with anger behind her glasses and her lips pursed into a thin line as a furious flush crept up her neck. Oh shit…

"DELPHINE!" she shrieked, her hands fisted at her sides. "Louise is a professional and our brunch has nothing to do with her job. We're not going to end up in bed together, jeez. She's not that cheap… I am not that cheap!"

"Cosima, did you see how she looked at you? That's definitely on her mind," I said, losing my patience. I love Cosima, but she's so goddamn naive sometimes. "You clearly did something right when she was screwing you."

"Excuse me? That's a low blow Delphine," she said, her bottom lip trembling. She is looking at me as if I punched her in the face, suddenly looking like a small child, rejected by her parents.

"A low blow?"

"I know our sexlife isn't great because of my new body Delphine," she whispered, avoiding my penetrating gaze. "But that doesn't mean I can't do anything right."

"Merde Cosima!" I shouted, frustrated with her assumptions. "That's not what I meant."

"I'm done! I'm not gonna argue with you. I'm going out for brunch tomorrow and that's it. End of story! I'm not your property for fuck's sake."

"I don't want you to go! That woman has other intentions."

"SO WHAT!" she screamed, her face red with anger. "You don't trust me Delphine! That's what you're actually saying, you know that?"

"Non, that's not…"

"You're the one who cheated on me! With FUCKING Ed!"

"That's not fair," I whispered, looking down at my hands in my lap, knowing I'm the one who is being unfair and unreasonable right now.

"IT IS! You're…" she shouted, her face losing all color all of a sudden. She grabbed the edge of the table, breathing heavily through her nose.

"Cosima?" I asked worriedly, reaching out to touch her hand. She backed away and walked over to the stove, facing away from me.

"Cosima, are you okay chérie?" I repeated, standing up as my heart began to beat wildly. I let out a loud yelp when my lover suddenly collapsed on the floor, her body stilled for a second before it began to convulse and shake.

"COSIMA!" I heard myself scream, running towards her. My eyes took in the red digital numbers on the oven as I knelt beside her: 8.34 pm. "Don't panic Delphine", I whispered to myself when I rolled my girlfriend onto her side and took off her glasses. "There's no blood. She's not dying."

I began to stroke her hair, smiling as the coarse texture of her dreads tickled my palm. Cosima's convulsions aren't as violent as I've seen in other people, but hers are so much more frightening. I glanced at the digital clock again. 8.35 pm. It should be over soon, her seizures never last longer than a minute.

"Mon amour," I whispered softly, looking into her staring eyes. The expression on her face is lifeless and even though she's staring up at the ceiling, I know she couldn't see anything. "It's okay."

8.36…

I'm getting anxious now and knew I had every right to be when I glanced at her lips… blue. I placed my hand between her breasts and noticed that she wasn't breathing. That's normal during seizures, but I can't remember Cosima turning blue during the seizure in the lab at DYAD seven years ago.

8.37…

"FUCK!" I screamed in panic, standing up to grab my phone from the dinner table, ready to call an ambulance, but I quickly fell to my knees once again when her body suddenly became limp and she automatically rolled herself onto her back.

"Cosima," I whispered, stroking her sweaty forehead as she started to breathe again. Her disorientated eyes are searching for a spot to focus on, so I carefully placed her glasses back on her nose. "Do you know where you are?"

"Yes," she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut in embarrassment.

"Good, do you know what time it is?"

"No, but I remember having dinner with you and putting Hugo to bed."

I immediately wondered if she also remembered our fight from minutes ago, but she would have mentioned it if she did and the fact that she doesn't, worries me.

"Allright, are you in pain chérie?"

"My head hurts and I'm thirsty."

"I'll get you some water, when you've fully regained consciousness" I smiled as Cosima closed her eyes again, probably too exhausted to stay awake. I moved my hand from her forehead to her belly to check if her breathing is regular and normal again, but my whole body tensed up when I noticed a large dark spot between her thighs. "Merde," I cursed softly, realizing the fabric of her grey sweatpants was completely soaked around the crotch area.

"Cosima," I whispered, lying beside her, kissing her cheek. "I'll run you a bath okay sweetheart? Would you like that?"

"Yes," she smiled, "But let's wait until my legs regain their strength okay?"

"I'm not gonna let you wait on the cold kitchen floor until your legs start working again," I responded, standing up before I lifted her off the floor, holding her in bridal style. Cosima wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face in the crook of my shoulder, breathing softly while I carried her upstairs.

"Delphine, my thighs are wet. I know I'm sweating all over when I'm having an episode, but I had no idea that it was this bad. It feels like I peed my pants," she chuckled.

I opened my mouth to answer her, but didn't know how to say it without upsetting her, so I just closed my lips again.

"Oh my God," she gasped when the realization suddenly hit her, covering her mouth with her hand as tears spilled from her eyes.

"It's okay," I cooed, placing a kiss on her hairline before I opened the door to the bathroom. "Don't worry about it."

She let out a loud wail and smacked her fist against my sternum, the sudden outburst of aggression took me by surprise.

"Put me down!"

"Non."

"Delphine, stop it," she repeated, digging her nails into my neck as I placed her on the edge of the tub, opening the buttons of her blouse. "STOP!"

I decided to ignore her and kept silent as I turned on the faucet, filling the tub with water.

"D… Delphine," she cried, clutching my face while I continued to undress her, pushing the blouse off her shoulders before I unhooked her bra. "Stop please."

"Cosima."

"NO! Leave me alone!"

"Leave you alone?" I laughed sarcastically, pulling her up to her feet so I could roll her drenched sweatpants and underwear down her legs. "You can't even stand up on your own!"

She began to cry harder, sobbing uncontrollably as I lowered her into the tub.

"Pauvre petit chou," I kissed her cheek, brushing my thumb over the shell of her ear. "Why are you so upset chérie?"

She didn't answer me and closed her eyes, trying to get her breathing under control as her muscles relaxed in the hot water. I stood up, grabbed a washcloth from her cabinet and washed the tears from her face before I dragged it over her chest and the rest of her body. She gradually grew more relaxed and I couldn't suppress the smile that formed on my face when Cosima let out a soft sigh of defeat. I've never washed her before, but it feels strangely initmate… this requires a deep level of trust. I looked into her warm eyes and I could literally see an inner battle going on in her mind. She's trying to figure out if she can fully trust me. She's not convinced and I don't blame her after everything.

"The seizures are getting worse aren't they?" I whispered, brushing my fingertips over her arm, shoulder and jaw.

"Yes," she nodded, swallowing hard as she licked her bottom lip with her eyes still closed. "More frequent and they also last a lot longer since Hugo was born, but this never happened before."

"Okay," I sighed, rubbing my temples and I almost cried at the thought of Cosima going through this all alone. Merde. I wonder if those seizures will become even worse in the future, but I'm convinced that I'll take care of her, as much as she needs and as long as she needs.

"Delphine?"

"Oui?"

"Please, promise me one thing," she said, touching my cheek. "If something happens to me, please promise me you'll take care of my son. He's used to you, he loves this house and his bedroom. Don't bring him to one of my sisters. Okay?"

"Don't say that Cosima," I whispered, swallowing hard. I can't take care of Hugo, Mon Dieu. I don't even know how to change a diaper. "Are you tired?"

"Yes."

"Come on, let's go to bed."

"Yeah," she smiled, allowing me to lift her out of the tub. I dried her off, carried her to the bedroom and helped her into her pyjamas before I took off my own clothes and crawled into bed as well.

"Sweet dreams Cosima," I whispered, pulling her close as I kissed her temple. She didn't answer me, already drifting into a deep sleep.

Holy watershed, she looks fucking beautiful in her tight skinny jeans, loose top and biker boots. I jumped up from my seat and bumped my hip against the table, so hard that my coffee spilled over the edge of the cup, making me curse softly.

"Cosima," she said happily, kissing my cheeks. "So good to see you. How are you?"

"Fine," I responded, my eyes sparkling with excitement. "Fine, I already ordered you a coffee. Is that okay?"

"Yes, of course."

The blonde woman sat down across from me and picked up the menu, her eyes scanning all the different sandwiches and salads. My hands were shaking slightly and the feeling of anxiety is surging through my body, but I don't know why exactly. It's not like I'm meeting her for the first time, but it sure feels that way.

"Gosh, Cosima, I never expected to bump into you in that fast food restaurant. Your boy is so cute."

"Yeah," I beamed, grinning madly. "He's perfect, my everything."

"Great! I remember our conversations about his development, how worried you were. Is he walking yet?"

"Yes, he is. Actually, he took his first steps the day after you and I saw each other last time."

"Oh that's good news, you must be so relieved."

"I am," I nodded, sipping my coffee. "He still isn't talking though, Sarah thinks he needs to see a doctor."

"Hmm," she smiled, reaching out to squeeze my hand. "You know, my brother didn't talk until he was three and he's a lawyer now. Just give it time Cos, you can still visit a doctor when he starts school and if he's still is not talking by then."

"You're right Louise."

I've never felt shame, disappointment or failure when I talked about my son with Louise. It may sound strange, but I always feel those things with Sarah, Alison… and even Delphine. I'm not ashamed of my son, of course, but I'm ashamed of myself, for not being able to be the mother I want to be, for not being able to stimulate is intellect like my parents did with me. I know he has it in him, somewhere…

"God, Cosima, I still remember how horrible you felt the first time we met… and look at you now."

"Yes, it's not something to be proud of Louise, sex with an escort when you got a baby home."

"I disagree Cos, but you already knew that. You're a strong and independent woman, you make your own choices. It's not all about your child, you don't have to forget yourself when you become a mom and you didn't. I seriously admire you."

"Thank you," I blushed as a pleasant shiver rushed through me. Her fingers are still stroking the back of my hand and it feels so… safe and familiar. "I want to be a strong and independent woman for my son. I want him to respect women like me when he's an adult, and not be intimidated by them, just because he's a man."

She gave me a sweet smile and brought my hand up to her lips, kissing my palm softly. I know this is three steps too far, but my body responded instantly. Goosebumps appeared in my skin and my heart skipped a beat when I looked into her hazel eyes. I'm not in love with Louise, she's too young and we're at different stages in our lives, but she means so much to me, she gave me my confidence back.

"Are you still working?" I asked, wondering if she was going to meet a client tonight.

She let go of my hand as her smile faltered and I knew I shouldn't have asked that question.

"Are you okay?"

"Oui, and non, I'm not working as an escort any longer."

"What? Why? You didn't quit your studies did you? You're only twenty-six Louise."

Shit, she once told me she accepted that job because it made her quick money… money she needs to complete her Master's degree.

"No, I've got a job at a warehouse. It doesn't make much money, but enough to pay the bills."

"Why did you quit?"

"I ehm…" she started, swallowing hard. "Something happened. I don't wanna talk about it Cosima, but let's say it was serious enough to quit the next day."

She didn't have to say it out loud, a few horrific scenarios already entered my mind.

"Jesus Christ," I cursed, grabbing her hand. "I'm so sorry Louise, I'm sorry for whatever happened to you. You didn't deserve it, you're always so respectful with someone else's body."

"Thank you Cosima, but that's only because you were respectful with mine too."

She gave me another sweet smile and we stared into each other's eyes for a moment, until Louise launched forward and cupped my face in her hands, crashing her lips against mine. Holy shit! I can't explain what happened inside my skull, but my brain stopped functioning and I melted into the kiss before I knew it. I soft moan filled my ears and I couldn't tell whose it was… probably mine. Louise slowly licked my bottom lip, and I instinctively opened my mouth for her as my primal brain took over. Louise smells familiar, the little noises she makes in the back of her throat sound familiar, her lips feel familiar… safe… and her mouth tastes familiar, like cherries and French cigarettes, but thankfully, my brain reactivated itself when her tongue softly touched mine and I quickly pulled back, ending our kiss abruptly.

"Louise, oh my… I can't. I'm sorry."

Her eyes are so big that I'm afraid they're going to pop out of her head.

"Merde Cosima, I'm so sorry. I don't know what's gotten into me. I know you're in a relationship."

"I..it's okay," I whispered, touching her hand. "I understand, I don't know how to define the bond we had, but it was definitely special."

"Yes, you weren't my regular client. I never enjoyed sex with clients, but it was different with you."

"Thank you, that's really kind. I enjoyed it too, our dates, our conversations, the sex that followed. It was great and you really gave my confidence a boost. You helped me rediscover my body… myself."

"You're very welcome sweetheart," she said, squeezing my hand.

We talked about random things after that, about her studies, my sisters, Delphine, my son and Louise's therapy sessions, until she had to go.

"Thanks for meeting me Cosima," she whispered, putting on her coat. "I'm so happy for you. It's great that you and Delphine are back together."

"Yeah, give me a call okay?"

"Sure."

She enveloped me in a tight embrace and brushed her hand over my dreads as she kissed my cheek.

"Bye Cos."

My hands are shaking, turning a simple task like putting a key into the keyhole into a serious challenge. I'm nervous, nauseous and sweating all over when I stepped into my house. The smell of burning wood filled my nostrils and the sound of classical music reached my ears… Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy. She's home… and she's gonna leave me after what happened between Louise and me… after what happened in the kitchen yesterday. Fuck, I don't even want Delphine to stay if my seizures keep getting worse. I don't want her to take care of me, she's not my doctor… or bathe me after an episode like the one I had last night, we're not eighty yet.

"Bonjour chérie," she greeted me, standing up from the couch with a glass of red wine in her hand… and that worries me. She never drinks wine before dinner, I hope it's not because of Louise, but my gut tells me something else.

"Hi," I smiled, feeling too dirty to look at her as she slowly shuffled towards me. Her warm lips pressed a kiss to my cheek and I can't even describe the unpleasant sensation that crept up my spine.

"Where's Hugo?" she asked, her voice sounds a little panicked. She's so protective of my son lately, it's cute.

"Still at Alison's," I whispered as tears escaped my eyes. "I just wanted to come home Delphine."

"What happened?"

She took my hand in hers and guided me to the couch, her eyes full of worry.

"Did something happen chérie?"

"Y…yes," I hiccuped, squeezing my eyes shut. I couldn't bear to look at her, but I want to be honest. "We kissed."

I braced myself for an outburst, for a slap in the face… but it never came. I peeked through my lashes and wished I hadn't once I saw the hurt and betrayal in her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Delphine…"

"Shut up."

"Delphine, please," I sobbed, reaching out to touch her hand. "I'm so sorry."

"Who started it Cosima?"

"She did."

"Merde," she cursed under her breath, but she didn't pull her hand away and allowed me to stroke it. "I told you that was what she was after!"

"I know you warned me babe, but it took her by sursprise too. I can't really explain, but it was kind of a magnetic pull."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Delphine, please," I begged, my heart crumbling into a million pieces. "Louise and I have a history okay? She's special to me, but I didn't want to kiss her, so I stopped her."

"You didn't kiss her back?"

"No."

"Oh my God," she whispered and I saw relief wash over her face before she jumped up from the couch to put extra wood in the fireplace. "She's got some nerve Cosima. She saw me at that restaurant and you introduced me as your girlfriend. She knows you're mine."

My eyes widened at her words and I stood up as well, touching her back as another sob escaped from my girlfriend's mouth. I don't want to be someone's property, not after everything that happened with DYAD, but hearing the possessive tone in Delphine's voice, causes a familiar tingling between my legs. She spinned around and suddenly grabbed my face with her hands, our noses touching.

"Are you?" she asked angrily with fire in her eyes.

"W..what?" I stuttered, startled by her sudden dominance.

"Are you mine?"

"Y…yes."

"Good," she purred, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. "Take off your shirt."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me Cosima."

I studied her face, trying to analyze her expression. She isn't joking… but I can't tell what she's trying to do either. Humiliate me? Dominate me? Her demeanor is scaring me, but it also excites me at the same time. I slowly took off my shirt and dropped it to the floor as Delphine knelt in front of me, placing her glass of wine on the coffee table before she began to play with the button of my jeans.

"What are you doing babe?" I giggled nervously, my cheeks blushing a light shade of pink.

"What does it look like?" she answered in a low voice, rolling my jeans down my legs.

"I… I ehm…"

"Hmm," she smiled, looking satisfied with my utter confusion as she let her hands glide up my sides, making me shiver in pleasure. My body is craving the contact, her delicate and soft hands on my skin. Her fingers traveled up my back and expertly unhooked my bra in one swift movement before she pushed the straps off my shoulders and tossed it to the floor.

"Turn around."

I was so stunned by her uncharacteristic behavior that I didn't dare to ask more questions, so I simply complied and turned around, focusing my eyes on Felix's canvas on the wall. Delphine's mouth pressed a string of kisses along my spine while she slowly moved her hands to my front, massaging my breasts.

"Oh," I moaned softly, looking down at my chest, watching the movements of her long fingers, kneading my flesh, the feeling of her lips on my back… it turns me on. There's something thrilling about not being able to see her and I wonder what it would be like if she decides to blindfold me. I squeezed my thighs together at the fantasy and let out a soft yelp when Delphine dragged her tongue along my spine.

It didn't take long before she took off my panties as well. Her lips began to kiss my butt crack, making me shiver once again. My legs are shaking with anticipation and there's a certain ache between my legs that I haven't felt in years, not even with Louise.

"Delphine," I whispered with an intense longing in my voice, circling my thumb over the patch of hair above my sex before I slipped my fingers between my folds. A soft gasp escaped my mouth at the abundant wetness I found there. I haven't been this wet in years and memories of Delphine and I in our younger years flooded my mind… in my apartment back in Minnesota, in my lab, in Felix's bed. God I've missed that.

"Hey!" she said in a stern voice, grabbing my wrist, yanking my hand away from my swollen sex. "I don't remember giving you permission to touch yourself."

Another wave of arousal rushed through me, her dominance and her need of being in control is incredibly sexy.

"Delphine," I whined as she curled her fingers around my hips, kissing the small of my back. "Please."

"Non."

"Babe, please." My voice sounds needy and I would have been embarrassed if I wasn't extremely aroused right now. "I'm so wet for you."

My lover stopped the movements of her lips and fingers, digging her nails into my hips. I covered her hands with mine, stroking them with my thumbs.

"Are you serious? Or are you saying this because you're trying to excite me?" she whispered, relaxing her hands.

"No, I'm fucking wet Delphine," I whispered, shaking my head as I lowered myself in her lap. My body was trembling with longing and anticipation and I just couldn't stand up any longer.

"Good girl," she purred into my ear, pressing her chest against my back. Her lips began to kiss my neck while her hands started to stroke my thighs.

"Delphine, please take off your clothes. I need to feel your skin on mine."

"I'm in charge Cosima," she groaned, moving her fingers up to my breasts, massaging them roughly until she shoved her hands under my butt and pushed me up to my feet. "Stand up."

I did was I was told and let my eyes follow her as she walked over to the couch, grabbed a few cushions and placed them on the Persian rug in front of the fireplace. Arabesque No. 1 by Debussy was playing now and I licked my lips as Delphine took off her clothes. She stepped out of her panties and walked towards me, swaying her hips in a sensual seductive way. A soft groan rumbled inside my chest at the sight of her… fuck.

"Cosima," she whispered against my lips, moving my hands behind my back and she held them in place so I couldn't touch her. She kissed my jaw and my throat, our nipples grazing against each other. My sex grew wetter and I groaned in frustration, rolling my hips against hers.

"Greedy?" she teased, pushing her breasts against mine before she lowered us to the floor.

"Hmm," I nodded, hissing when the cold hardwood floor came in contact with the warm skin of my butt. She roughly opened my legs and spread my outer labia with her thumb and forefinger.

"Jesus, fuck… my god Cosima," she cursed while her eyes took in my slick sex. "You're practically dripping chérie."

"That's what I said," I laughed cheekily, raising my eyesbrows at her. She parted her legs too en manoeuvred them under mine, placing her hands at the small of my back.

"I… I don't know how to do this," she whispered, still looking at my vulva. "I've never done this before."

"Come here," I smiled, placing one leg over hers as I snaked the other under her right one. She's allowing me to take control now and a cheeky comment almost escaped my mouth, but I quickly pursed my lips together, not wanting to break the bubble of trust and intimacy that's surrounding us. I never suggested this kind of sex when we were together seven years ago, because I thought it might have been a little too much for her as a budding lesbian. I mean, she was used to fingers, mouths and dicks, not to a wet vulva rubbing against her own. I didn't want to rush her process of figuring out her sexuality. But now that I think about it, maybe it wouldn't have been too much at all.

I cupped her butt in my hands and pushed her pelvis towards me as I scooted closer to her, bringing our most intimate parts together.

"Oh my God," she sighed, claiming my lips. We kissed for a few minutes, exploring each other's mouths until we had to break the kiss in order to breathe. She's panting harshly through her nose when I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, my own chest heaving, my lungs struggling to fill themselves with oxygen, but this feels too intimate to stop now.

"Lean back on your elbows," I said, applying pressure to her sternum with my palm. She followed my instructions and I got into position as well, rolling my hips forward. The first experimental move had the effect I was hoping for, I smiled to myself as Delphine let out a loud moan and threw her head back in pleasure.

"Good?" I asked in a hoarse voice, rubbing myself against her.

"Yes."

Drops of sweat appeared around her navel and her hips began to move, tentatively and slow at first, but she quickly grew more confident and felt comfortable enough to let herself get lost in the rhythm of our grinding hips, creating a delicious friction for both of us. It was only a matter of minutes until Delphine's loud moans filled the livingroom, the sound of another classical masterpiece by Debussy fading into the background. I didn't hesitate and moved a little harder against her, panting harshly as sweat formed on my forehead. God, this position is far from ideal, it's a complete work out, but of course I'm all up for it if she wants to try this.

"Cosima!" she shouted, arching her back before her whole body tensed up for a few long seconds, her legs shaking en trembling with pleasure while she almost kicked me in the face. I grabbed her foot and held it still, until her body relaxed and she collapsed on the rug.

"Holy shit," she panted, caressing her own breast as her body occasionally convulsed with aftershocks.

"That good hmm?" I chuckled, kissing the inside of her thighs before I positioned myself beside her. I closed my eyes, trying to catch my breath, but Delphine surprised me immensely when she suddenly flipped me over and ordered me to get on all fours.

"W..what?"

Is this some kind of sick game? Some twisted mindfuck about power? First, she's all in control, then she allowes me to take control and now she wants it back? What's going on with her? I was about to protest, but my body already obliged and I was on hands and knees before I could stop myself.

Delphine positioned herself behind me, hands roaming over my back, massaging my shoulders and lower back, until she curled her fingers around my hips and pressed her pelvis against my ass, rubbing her clit over my right cheek.

I instantly felt small and submissive, but not in a bad way. She wants me, it's so obvious and she may think that she's dominating me now, but I'm to one who's actually in control.

"Delphine," I purred, wiggling my ass as I looked over my shoulder, gazing into her lust clouded eyes. She's so far gone, holy shit.

"Did Louise ever get to see you like this?" she asked in a low voice, referring to my submissive position.

"What? Are you jealous?" I smiled, pushing my tongue between my teeth.

"Cosima," she growled, grabbing a fistful of dreads before she yanked my head back. I let out a loud moan of pleasure, of surprise and anticipation. "This is not a good time to act cheeky."

"Ouch, I think I just hit a sore spot," I giggled, hoping she would do it again.

"You're mine okay?" she barked, digging her nails into my hip as her other hand roughly pulled my hair again. Her hips thrusts forward as she pulled my ass into her, creating a sound of slapping thighs that I've only heard in hetero porn so far. She repeated the motion again and again, the act and sound didn't disgust me like it does whenever I hear it in movies. No, in fact; it turns me on even more and I think it is because of how powerful and dominant Delphine is in this position. Holy watershed. I don't think I've ever felt so feminine during sex.

"I'm going to penetrate you okay?" she asked, her voice a lot softer and warmer than before.

"Yes, yes," I moaned, breathing heavily. "Please, yes."

I moaned even louder when Delphine's fingers carefully entered me, giving me a few seconds to adjust before she started moving in and out of me. I can tell I'm not going to last long.

"Jesus mon amour, you feel so good."

I hummed in pleasure and felt an enormous wave of relief wash over me when Delphine pushed my upper half down onto the cushions.

"Get comfortable," she encouraged, never stopping the movements between my legs. I've never felt so exposed as I do right now, with my ass up in the air, my legs spread wide open, and Delphine behind me, offering her a good view of every part of my body. I'm putting all my trust in her, I'm giving myself to her… my body, my vulnerability, my trust, my mind and my heart… and I hope it's enough to make her stay. I've never felt so connected to anyone in my entire life.

"Delphine, oh please…. deeper," I shamelessly demanded. I need to feel everything of her, she needs to fill me completely, so we can be one after this, one soul. She added a third finger into me and pushed in deeper, stroking my front wall with the perfect amount of pressure. I threw my arm back, knocking over Delphine's glass of wine on the coffee table. The Persian rug absorbed the red liquid immediately while my convulsing heat absorbed Delphine's fingers, clenching around her digits, until I reached my orgasm and screamed my pleasure into the cushions.

"Holy watershed," I panted as I came down from my high. "That was intense. You're amazing."

"You too chérie," she whispered into my ear, spooning me from behind. "Je t'aime."

"Hmm. I love you too Delphine, but this rug is fucking uncomfortable. I think I've got carpet burns on my knees."

She let out a soft laugh and the sound of it warmed my insides, it's literally the best sound I've ever heard. Well... besides Hugo's first cries of course.

"I'm gonna call Alison to ask her if she wants to drop off my son, so we can take a shower together," I said, reaching for my phone on the coffee table.

"Don't tell her that last part chérie, she won't do it if she hears that."

"How do I look?" she asked, performing a pirouette in front of me. She's dressed in running gear and I'm not sure if a work out is such a good idea after our sexual escapade from a few hours ago… not to mention the seizure from last night.

"You're going out for a jogging?"

"Yes, but I'll be back in an half an hour or so. It won't be long."

"Do you think that's a good idea after last night?"

"Delphine," she groaned, rolling her eyes. "Don't mother me. I feel great."

"Aren't you tired?"

"No babe, I'm on fire," she beamed, plugging her earphones into her phone. "Hugo is asleep, if he wakes up, just put his pacifier in his mouth. I'll be right back."

"But it's dark outside," I tried, not liking this idea one bit. Ed didn't contact me again after he sent me those pictures of Cosima, but I'm still a little shaken up by his behavior.

"It's only 8 pm Delphine, don't worry so much. I'm a big girl."

She gave me a peck on the lips, and left the house before I could come up with another reason for her to stay in. She's different since this afternoon, much lighter and more confident. I think it has something to do with our lovemaking session.

I let out a deep sigh and made myself a cup of tea, hoping Hugo wouldn't wake up in the next thirty minutes. I sank onto the couch, crawled under a blanket and occasionally sipped my tea as I focused my attention on the book I'm currently reading.

The buzzing sound of my phone woke me up from a nap and I bolted upright before I glanced at the clock. 9 pm… what the… Cosima isn't home yet. I slowly rose from the couch, stretching my arms above my head as I let out a loud yawn. It's strange that Cosima isn't back yet, but she's always late. I picked up my phone from the coffee table and saw a text from Vivienne. That could wait. I dragged myself into the kitchen and opened the freezer the grab some ice cream, but my phone started ringing, making me jump on the spot.

"Mon Dieu, Vivienne!" I groaned, rolling my eyes before I glanced at the screen. Oh… Sarah? She never calls me.

"Hello?"

"Delphine? Is that you?"

Her voice sounds panicked and there's a weird noise coming through her speaker.

"Yes, it's me. Are you in the car?"

"Yes, I'm coming to get you."

"Me?" I snorted, there's no way I'm leaving the house tonight to go out with the British clone. "Why?"

"Delphine, are you sitting down?"

"Non."

"Okay, you might wanna sit down for this."

"Mon Dieu, Sarah!" I said as a wave of panic shot through me. "Just tell me."

"Cosima is in the hospital."