Notes: I still am unsure if I will ever finish this story. But this part is written, so Happy Thanksgiving here it is...
"So, how goes it?" Sarah's voice sounds from her cellphone speaker as Cosima is chopping up vegetables to throw into a crockpot.
"More of the same." Cosima admits, scraping sweet potato into the pot.
"And Delphine? You two are OK, right? Charlotte too?"
She snorts at the thought, unable to help it. "Delphine is like… the least horny she has ever been. She's 13 weeks, and still ...I swear she'd rather sleep." Cosima whines to her sister.
"Yeah it wasn't like that for me." Sarah laughs. "My sex drive spiked. But shite, pregnant and single, not the easiest time to swing a hookup. Some guys were weirdly into it though. Like… it was hot, but it was also really weird."
"Aren't pregnant women supposed to be crazy horny?" Cosima asks again. Everything she'd read had suggested second trimester was some magic amazing sex time. And sure, they were having sex again. But not with any increased frequency. Just a tired Delphine who often had to pee at inopportune moments. And recently jumped out of bed two minutes into performing cunnilingus to vomit. Cosima isn't sure she'll be getting over that any time soon.
"Give it a few more weeks. Delphine may perk up and ride you to death." Sarah laughs again.
"I hope so." Cosima mumbles. "I have to start this chili and get going. Charlotte has swimming tonight. And I have a to-do list of things Delphine is too tired to do."
"Alright. Talk to you later Cos." Sarah hangs up fairly abruptly. Not unusual for her sister.
Cosima checks the calendar, their court date to petition to adopt Charlotte is still three and a half weeks away. Delphine has only one midwife appointment. Nothing looks pressing. She could work on her nearly-complete dissertation but thinks better of it for the moment. She starts supper in the slowcooker, wipes down the granite countertops and makes an attempt at leaving the house in a state of reasonable cleanliness. Delphine was too tired. She could at least do this much to make things a bit easier.
Smiling at the results, Cosima quickly grabs her weed stash and heads outside to enjoy the mild fall weather. She's halfway through her joint when Delphine approaches, an affectionate smile on her face.
"You're home early." Cosima remarks, looking up at the face of her wife.
"I see you're enjoying yourself."
"Definitely. Obvs." Cosima grins as she takes another long drag.
"Are you going to ask me to get baked?" Delphine cocks her head, looking at Cosima lounging on one of their wooden muskoka chairs.
"Nope. I wish I could, but there's not really enough research on the safety of marijuana during pregnancy. Like, THC is fat soluble… and I don't feel comfortable recommending it." Cosima stops, taking a drag on her own joint. "And that goes for breastfeeding too. Want to smoke up with me? Give birth and then wean."
"That could be a long time away." Delphine looks at her seriously. "But I'm OK to go without."
"I know. Multiple years if we strictly follow WHO recommendations. But hey, if it doesn't work out at least we can smoke."
Delphine glares at her. "It has to work… the immunological advantages of breastfeeding are non-negotiable."
"That is a lot of pressure to put on yourself." Cosima sighs. "Can't we take it one day at a time? Plan to seek help if needed and just try it?"
"No, I need to make this work." Delphine is vehement, and Cosima is reluctant to argue.
"OK. We will try everything to make it work." Cosima agrees, making a mental note to figure out a list of resources for after the birth. It should be doable. But the last thing she needed was another stressor on Delphine.
"I think I have another craving you can help me with."
Cosima winces. "More sauerkraut? Lamb souvlaki?" She was very aware of Delphine's breaking away from their vegetarian diet lately. She'd opted to just let it go.
"Non, not sauerkraut…" Delphine turns while stretching and walks slowly back into the house.
She doesn't have to be asked twice.
"Pillows." Cosima instructs her wife, pushing her back into a throne of pillows. "How is that?"
"Much better actually." Delphine responds, settling back.
"Now… I am going to ravish you." Cosima teases. She's just slightly baked and definitely into as much afternoon sex as possible with Delphine. And then maybe a snack.
"Sounds good." Delphine answers with a little giggle.
And her belly is slightly rounded, but for the moment Cosima is into it. Her wife. The larger more sensitive breasts catch her attention.
"You're so hot like this." Cosima groans, sucking softly at Delphine's overly sensitive breasts. Sure, there's stretchmarks there already but… she doesn't care.
Delphine moans and shudders, she definitely reacts more to this now than ever before. This part, oh this part is fun. And she'll take all the fun with Delphine's breasts she can get before they start leaking and have a newborn on them.
"You want me like this?" Delphine asks, vulnerable for a minute.
"I want to be as deep inside you as possible." Cosima moans.
"I want you, Cosima." Delphine assures her, pulling her lover on top of her. She moves to stroke her and stops stunned at the level of wetness she finds.
"Holy shit!" Cosima exclaims, glancing down briefly.
"Inside now." Delphine demands, easily taking two and then three of her fingers.
Delphine's ridiculous arousal spawns extreme arousal of her own. And Cosima cannot stop, won't stop. She brings Delphine to a first, surprisingly quick orgasm and then lowers her body to taste her. To savour the taste, to work Delphine up again until she is a quivering mess.
"Do you want to use a toy?" Cosima asks when Delphine is coming down for the second time, eagerly reaching for her again.
"Alright." Delphine agrees with a quick nod, and Cosima gets to work wrestling out the toy box from under the bed. They will have plenty of time to clean up after.
She crashes into Sarah's house one day after quickly visiting Delphine for lunch on campus. She'd needed to walk off her frustration at not being able to have Delphine on her desk at work. Delphine had argued it wasn't like Dyad, that they could not get away with that here.
"Hey Cos." Sarah greets her, Felix and Alison clearly helping her with...something? Cosima makes a mental note to ask what the hell they were doing later.
"Cosima. You want a drink? We're about done here." Alison offers, despite the face it is not her house.
"And Cos arrives, completing the clone sister trifecta." Felix announces, sounding like he's probably just a little bit high.
"How is the life of the sexless?" Sarah jokes at her, popping open a beer on the couch.
"It's not sexless." Cosima says bluntly. That was an understatement, the last two weeks had been far from sexless. They'd been fucking incredible.
"Oh...oh we're talking about this." Alison mutters nodding tensely. "No pleasantries. No how is everyone feeling, just jumping right into Cosima's lesbian sex life."
"Alison…" Sarah laughs. "So what? That's what Cos likes. If you drink enough you might like it too."
"I would not." Alison responds stiffly enough.
"Me neither, sober. High and drunk? Eh, I don't give a fuck then." Sarah summarizes plainly.
"So has Delphine perked up?" Felix butts into the conversation. "Oh come on.. I want to hear too."
"Well, yeah, but more me. I am perked up. I might be one of those weirdos." Cosima admits in a hushed tone. "I just… I look at Delphine and her swollen breasts and the little belly and … I want to ride her all day long. Like, with men it sort of makes sense, living with proof of their own virility and being turned on by it. That's almost an ego thing, right? It's not like I made the baby. It's not mine… But what does that say about me that I… I'm into pregnant women? I don't even really want a baby." Cosima tries to sort it out aloud.
Sarah just laughs at her, nearly falling off the couch as her body jerks. Alison says nothing, her face tightening noticeably.
"She's your wife." Alison says simply as if that is the answer to everything.
"But… for me to be that into it? I mean the female body is incredible and there are theories that early human societies revered women because they could literally create something out of nothing. Like mother-goddess, paleolithic stuff. But I'm not thinking about women in prehistory when I'm grabbing Delphine and throwing her on the bed."
Sarah smiles again, "You've always been a weirdo, Cos. No changes there."
Cosima sighs, burying her face into her hands. Why? Why must this be this embarrassing?