Prompt: oh my god, can i send you another 50 shades of cophine prompt? how about cosima making delphine to sit on her face? shy at first but hella afterwards.
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Cosima and Delphine had found a cure months ago. For weeks now Cosima had been managing to walk mostly without the oxygen tank, go entire days without coughing, laugh at jokes now without being left wheezing, and climbing a flight of stairs no longer left her grasping at the rail waiting for dizzy spells to pass.
She was getting better, definitely getting better, though there was still one thing missing; sex. By her count it had been two months and eleven days and it's not that she didn't understand why her girlfriend was so apprehensive – anyone that had to watch the person they love slowly waste away was surely going to treat them with extra care when they started to heal – though still, each time their make-outs got heated or Cosima tried to guide Delphine's hand under her top her girlfriend would pull away, worry her lip between her teeth for a moment, then fall into discussion about Cosima's full strength not being back and her body not being able to cope with something so strenuous just yet.
So instead Cosima had resolved to her new favourite pastime, watching Delphine and imagining what she'd do if her girlfriend allowed her.
After a moment her stare must have been felt, because Delphine placed down the Sudoku puzzle she was working on and turned to face her girlfriend. "Que?" She hummed, placing down her pen and turning her full attention to where Cosima sat at her desk.
"Nothin…" She sighed, casting her eyes back down at the notes she'd been writing for her dissertation. "Just thinking…" She added with a dramatic sigh when Delphine seemed to accept her first answer.
"Oh?" Delphine smiled to herself, seeming to catch that Cosima had something on her mind. "What was it you were thinking about ma Cherie?" She inquired, lifting herself gracefully from the folds of the couch and walking around the desk until she was able to stand next to her girlfriends seat.
"Oh, y'know…" Cosima shrugged and her fingers inched out until they were able to toy with the material of Delphine's skirt. "Just how healthy I am recently… and stuff."
"And stuff?" Delphine chuckled, reaching down until her own hand covered the one fidgeting against her thigh. "What stuff?" She pulled the hand up and kissed each knuckle.
"Sex…" Cosima hummed the word out casually and observed her girlfriend curiously to gauge her reaction. "And y'know… the lack of sex recently." She added when she failed to note any signs of discomfort or upset in her girlfriends eyes.
Delphine was quiet for a moment; probably trying to figure out the best way to let Cosima down gently, though by the time she did speak, Cosima had a plan. "You know…"
"That I'm not done my treatment, and that my lungs mightn't be able to cope, and I could have another seizure…" Cosima ended the sentence for her, though started one of her own before Delphine even had a chance to nod. "Yea I'm aware, though are you aware that I've been sick for months now, and that for most of that time you were in Frankfurt and that every second not spent coughing was spent hoping and praying that I'd get to see you one more time before I died, and now… now I'm getting better, I know I'm getting better and so do you and I just really, really, want to have sex with you…" She trailed off hopefully and watched while the clogs of her girlfriends mind churned, weighing up the pros and cons and calculating the odds in her head.
It had been months since there'd been blood colouring Cosima's cough; months since the shrill pitched noise of her haggard breaths had kept Delphine awake at night fearing the sound would suddenly stop.
Delphine pulled on Cosima's hand, lifting her out of her chair, then lead her through the alcove to their bedroom. The bed was freshly made and Delphine pushed Cosima back against the soft linen, staring at her then for a moment before pulling her top off over head and her skirt down over her legs and climbing on top of her.
Her eyes were soft and apprehensive when she bowed down to plant the first kiss on the side of Cosima's jaw. She was still scared she'd hurt her, still scared she wouldn't be able to cope and then it would be her fault when blood covered the back of Cosima's hand all over again. Still though this was what she wanted and so she pushed her fears to one side and tracked her lips up further, eventually closing in around her girlfriends mouth and pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
She sucked on it and felt Cosima's moan ringing up through her chest – strong and without a flicker of undue breathlessness. She pulled her teeth away slowly, scraping at Cosima's lower lip as she went, then dipped back down again, this time allowing herself to get lost completely in the feeling of her tongue dipping past her girlfriends lips and flicking softly against the inside of her mouth, rather than allowing herself to remain caught up in her anxiety.
Cosima ran her hands up Delphine's sides, relishing the soft skin beneath her calloused fingers and savouring the ability to map out each groove and hollow of her skin after so long. She ran them up to the wire of her bra and down again to the elastic of her underwear. She allowed her fingers to toy across the hem of Dephine's purple lace underwear for a while, dipping them under the fabric just enough to have the French woman stifling wanton breaths against the curve of her lip.
She knew Delphine wanted to be touched just as much as she wanted to touch Delphine. She wanted to taste how turned on she was, wanted to feel her come undone around the strong muscle of her tongue. She wanted it so badly, knew Delphine wanted it too, and yet she also knew the apprehension still lay there, just below the surface.
She pulled away from their kiss slowly, though didn't give Delphine a chance to bombard her with questions about her stamina or questions about her lungs. "I want to taste you." Her voice was hoarse, though not in the way she was used to; this hoarseness came instead from the low husky strain in her tone and the heat between her legs.
"Que…" Delphine was going to protest, she knew it, though she wasn't going to give her a chance.
"Just…" Cosima huffed out a frustrated breath, not able to articulate her desire clearly. "Sit on my face… please?"
Delphine looked at her like she'd just sprouted a second head, and opened and closed her mouth a few times before seeming to find words. "Mais, Cosima I don't…" She stopped mid-sentence when Cosima rocked her hips against her pelvis.
"Delphine," she half groaned, her hand moving between her girlfriend's legs to touch her teasingly and to draw her in. "Just… let me taste you…"
She was still worried, still nervous, perhaps even embarrassed now at the crass suggestion, though it didn't matter when Cosima pushed her digits against her underwear, because they both knew she didn't want to say no.
"Please?" Cosima pushed one final time while her hands moved to hook around the elastic waist of Delphine's underwear, ready to remove them when given the go ahead.
Delphine was still apprehensive, though she lifted her hips and allowed her underwear to be pushed down over her slender legs until Cosima was able to cast them aside on the floor. She moved herself up Cosima's body slowly, waiting for any sign from Cosima to stop at the last second. That sign never came though and eventually she was positioned with her thighs straddling either side of her lovers head.
"Are you sure?" She whispered, her words traveling down through the valley of her breast and across the plains of her stomach to reach Cosima's ear.
Cosima just nodded and wrapped her arms around the thighs on either side of her, pulling Delphine's body down towards her waiting lips.
She tasted sweet and sticky, and when Cosima placed a languid open mouth kiss right over Delphine's core and felt the blonde buckle down against her mouth she felt more alive than she had in a very, very long time.
She ran her tongue up along her folds towards her clit and began probing nonsensical equations and formula against her sensitive flesh. She was all hard swirls and light flicks, and before long Delphine was collapsing forward, her knuckles white against the headboard where she clung for dear life while her hips rocked down against her lovers face. No longer did she fear for Cosima's lungs, her thoughts were primal now, much like the fire coursing through her with each dip and lick of her girlfriends skilled tongue.
"Co-si-ma…" Delphine was close, Cosima could feel it in the way her thighs tightened around her head and so she dipped her tongue again, this time pushing it through the tight walls of muscle and inside her girlfriend.
Delphine gasped, lowered herself towards the swirl of Cosima's tongue as she pulled it back out again, then began grinding down in time with each push. Incoherent murmurs fell between hot gasps and Cosima knew Delphine was close, she could taste that she was close; feel it even, each time her tongue pushed harder against the clenching muscle.
So she pushed again, again, again until finally she felt the body above her shudder and-
"Cosima?" Delphine's voice broke through her daydream, startling her back to the real world.
"Wha- huh?" She spluttered dumbly, taking a minute to recompose herself.
"You uh… you have been staring at me for a very long time ma Cherie…" Delphine explained to her cautiously. "Is everything alright?"
Cosima ran a hand through her dreads and nodded once dully. "Just thinking…"
"About what?" Delphine pressed lightly, closing her Sudoku book and smiling at her girlfriend.
"Sex… with you…" Cosima sighed, not bothering to make up a lie.
Delphine sighed, got up from the couch and rounded the desk, placing a hand on either side of Cosima's chair and bowing her head to look her girlfriend in the eye. "You still have a month left of treatment mon amour…" she reminded Cosima needlessly.
"I know, I know…" Cosima huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and sighing in resignation.
"But…" Delphine continued, not liking the way Cosima's eyes grew sad. "The second your treatment is over and you're given the all clear we are going to lock ourselves in this apartment for a week," she explained slowly, her eyes darkening just enough to pique Cosima's interest in what she was saying. "And we are going to live out every single dirty thought you've had over the past three months, d'accord?"
"Yea, okay," Cosima nodded and Delphine swooped down for a fleeting brush of their lips. "Though you know," she added when her girlfriend had pulled her head back. "You better be ready… my mind's been thinking up some pretty dirty stuff."