Delphine
"I'm sorry." Delphine apologizes once she sees Cosima's face looking stricken. She certainly doesn't want to hurt Cosima. But she wasn't expecting this… whatever this was. She looks at Cosima, still on her knees and mostly clothed. Her blouse opened and ...ruined. Delphine cannot deny the pleasure, or but seeing Cosima down on her knees concerns her. Especially now.
"I mean… you don't have to." Cosima looks down briefly, and then climbs up onto the couch to sit beside her. They sit in silence for a couple awkward minutes. It decreases her own arousal now, no doubt the effect for Cosima was much the same. Delphine glances over at Cosima, who makes no attempt to cover herself. The blouse sits open, she can still see breasts through sheer black lace. Breasts, Delphine thinks, that she was becoming increasingly interested in seeing more of. She lets out her own small sigh. She suspects they've lost momentum, either way.
"Is that… is that why you got aroused on my table?" It clicks, and it finally makes sense, Delphine begins to understand. She hadn't expected that.
"Partially that. Partially you. Combination and context are key." Cosima shrugs. "It's a thing for me. And if you're not into it, then that's OK."
"So... you want to be praised? During sex?" Delphine isn't sure what to do with this information. She typically reserved praise for her youngest patients, children especially. But occasionally the younger ones to aid compliance. Most of her patients quickly told her not to, Cosima hadn't. Cosima hadn't minded. So she'd continued during their professional relationship. Clearly that was a mistake.
"Yes. Tell me I'm hot on my knees. Tell me I eat you so good. Tell me I'm a good girl." Cosima mumbles the words out. She doesn't make eye contact, not at first, but when Delphine reaches for her hand she turns to face her again.
"Is it a … kinky thing?" Delphine tries to force a serious expression on her face. Simon had been… relatively boring at sex. Which, in many ways, had been a relief. He hadn't wanted to do anything too outlandish or painful to her. And now she's sitting next to Cosima who is definitely kinkier than anticipated.
"Yeah. Kind of." Cosima laughs a little. "I've done some light play… but honestly. Just praise me. That's enough. I don't need pain."
"I am not willing to give you pain." Delphine clarifies. She doesn't want to degrade Cosima either, but from the sounds of it, that is definitely not what Cosima wants. Then again, was praising a lover so different from what she'd done before? Encouraging, trying to get an upper hand on the situation by moderating her own reactions… by moaning and begging.
"Yeah… I know… I know… And really… being whipped and spanked is overrated mostly. Restraints are kind of fun… I mean if you want to pin my wrists, you can." Cosima invites her, but it sounds a little self-deprecating. Not serious enough.
Delphine nods, trying to remain sympathetic. "But I can give you what you want." It doesn't sound too difficult to please Cosima, if that is all she wants. And the rest… well they can figure out as they go. Or Cosima can help her. Surely they can manage it. It had certainly been more than enough for Delphine so far.
Cosima looks up, hopeful. Vulnerable, and she knows she has to find a way to do this. Delphine stands and offers a hand to Cosima. "Come."
"So… we're still doing this?" Cosima perks up a little, standing and moving to follow.
"Yes. Come to my bed and make love to me." Delphine figures that is a good a place to begin as any. Figures there is more to do. And she certainly wants to feel more… touch more…
Cosima hesitates at her bedroom door. "Uhh… clothes on or off?" Cosima waves a hand briefly down her body, indicated the open blouse and skirt, along with the embarrassing wet spot she'd managed to leave by accident.
"Off." Delphine answers with a smile. They stop in front of her bed, long fingers quickly unbuttoning the remaining buttons and casting the blouse onto the floor. She unfastens the skirt, and looks at Cosima for confirmation before letting it fall to the floor.
Cosima is wearing lingerie, as expected. Delphine tries not to laugh again. But there's something absurd about this beautiful woman putting on lingerie trying to impress her. The black lace cups small full breasts, and she can just see her light brown nipples beneath. It's soft against her skin, and Delphine wonders what it might be like to touch Cosima there.
"You like it?" Cosima offers teasingly and then turns around to show her. Lace panties hide very little of Cosima's body. And Delphine finds she does like it. More than she was expecting to. There was something about seeing a woman's body like this. Wanting. She'd noticed Cosima was attractive, but seeing her like this… She suppresses a small moan, and pulls Cosima in against her body. The lace is soft, and this makes her smile.
"I do… A lot." Delphine offers softly before kissing her. Cosima kisses her back, without hesitation, and she tastes herself. It's not nearly as unpleasant as she'd imagined. It is… sweet… almost.
"Uuh." Cosima makes a small noise in her throat upon pulling apart. It makes her want to kiss again, and again.
"Touch me." Cosima asks, and Delphine does. She runs her hands up from soft thighs over rounded hips to Cosima's belly, both firm and soft as she grazes her. The little intake of breath is more than enough to make her want more and she kisses again.
She pushes Cosima towards her bed, and hears a low laugh in response. Maybe she hasn't ruined things. Maybe none of this has ruined things.
Cosima's kiss thrills her, and she wants more. She gently reaches to unhook the bra, when she's stopped.
"Touch me through it first." Cosima pleads, and she raises a hand to caress a breast through lace. The nipple hardens under her fingers, and this too excites her. Delphine finds herself amused by her body's reaction to Cosima. To touching instead of being touched. It is more than just novelty, Delphine thinks. Far more than that.
"Comme ça?" Delphine breathes out, continuing the gentle teasing motion of her hands. She's never had much patience for nipple stimulation, hers were simply not that sensitive. But Cosima's… Cosima's moaning at her and tugging her back to her mouth. She kisses her new lover deeply and swallows the moan.
"Yeah." Cosima grins, reaching behind herself and unfastening the bra, she draws it slowly down her shoulders before tossing it off behind her.
"You're… you're beautiful." Delphine offers softly. "T'es belle." She repeats in her own language, wondering if that will heighten arousal for Cosima. Or…. increase her sincerity.
"How are you?" Cosima hovers above her. Cosima seems keen enough to take the lead, and Delphine lets her. She tugs down the lace underwear and Cosima moves over her, settling them skin to skin.
"You feel so good." Delphine tries to offer words she thinks will please Cosima. "Your body against mine."
"I want to be inside you." Cosima breathes out the words, moving over her. "I want to touch you."
Delphine quickly nods to assent. "Yes." Cosima moves quickly to stroke her and then to enter her slowly. First one finger and then two stoking softly inside of her.
"Tu me rends heureuse." Delphine strokes Cosima's face softly. "You feel so good inside me. You give me so much pleasure."
Cosima seems to melt under her fingers, she leans in for another kiss and then another. She rolls up her hips.
"Deeper." Delphine requests, pulling up one knee to adjust the position. "I want to feel you deeper."
Cosima obeys sliding a little deeper, moving with her. It has the desired effect, and it's not as intense as before. She should be able to give Cosima what she wants like this.
She grips Cosima's face between her hands. She can give her this much and she should. "Good girl." Delphine tells her.
"More… let me have you. Keep talking to me like that." Cosima asks softly.
"OK. I can do that." Delphine runs her hands over Cosima's body. "Your breasts are so perfect." She decides on a whim. "I like the way they feel under my hands."
"More." Cosima pleads from above her. She doesn't stop the curl and push of her fingers. It is...perfect. Delphine thinks. So much more perfect than she imagined. Cosima drops her face to her neck, kissing softly there. A soft bite, a suck… Cosima keeps moving.
"I want you, Cosima. J'ai envie de toi. I want your perfect mouth." Delphine thinks this will excite Cosima again. "You feel so good. I love your fingers."
Cosima slowly works her way down to join her fingers with her mouth. It's overwhelming, Cosima's fingers gently pushing inside her, her tongue swirling and flicking around her clit.
"Good girl…." Delphine gets the words out. "You feel so good inside me. I want more of you inside. You feel so good."
Cosima moans into her and keeps moving steadily, perfectly. It is not what she was expecting, but it is doable. Delphine thinks. And she can give Cosima what she seems to need.
Cosima adds a third finger rather delicately, and continues her motions. "I want you…" Cosima repeats into her flesh, breaking contact. "I want you. God… I don't know if I can get deep enough."
Delphine wonders what is making Cosima so insecure, especially now. "You can. You are. You feel perfect." Truthfully, she had wondered if this would satisfy. Her concern seems so trivial now, with Cosima pushing inside her in a perfect rhythm, fingers curling just so. Her schema of someone being good with their hands has radically altered in minutes with Cosima.
"More." Cosima asks softly, breaking contact and kissing at her thigh.
"Come kiss me…" Delphine demands, quickly changing her mind. They hadn't kissed enough, not nearly enough. "Be a good girl and kiss me."
Cosima raises her head and moves up, leaning over her as she continues the push and curl of her fingers. She leans in for a kiss, and swallows Delphine's next moan. She gets lost in it for several perfect minutes, Cosima moving over her, into her, kissing her.
"I didn't know fingers could feel this good." Delphine mumbles out between kisses.
"I didn't realize you could...make love like this."
"I'm making love to you." Cosima responds with a whimper. "I cannot get enough of you." Cosima adjusts to toy with her clit with her thumb and she moans too loudly, too much.
"Cosima… Aahhh." Delphine bites her lip, wondering how thick the walls in this building truly are. She digs short nails into Cosima's back, she moans and cries out, for far too long before she finally climaxes. A last muffled cry emerging from her lips. Any thoughts of praising Cosima, beyond her… for the moment.
She comes, contracting onto Cosima's fingers. Delphine clutches Cosima closer, impossibly closer. She looks at Cosima who looks completely sated, satisfied… despite barely being touched at all.
"Exactly like that." Cosima is somehow breathless on top of her, collapsed against her own body. "I love eating pussy. And the rest of it… oh my god…" Cosima giggles a little.
"Like that." Delphine repeats. This is how Cosima likes to have sex. Cosima lays next to her, snuggling up into her body. She looks down at an extremely relaxed looking Cosima with an odd suspicion. "Did you… have an orgasm." Is that even possible? But Cosima looks and seems so very satisfied by their coupling.
"Not exactly." Cosima smiles slowly at her. "But I am so satisfied right now." Cosima lays little kisses against her clavicle.
"Do you want to?" Delphine looks at her, she feels floppy but suspects she could rally. She should, after all, try to return the favour. She thinks it's likely Cosima will want to be touched. And she can likely manage to stimulate her gently without pain.
"Yes." Cosima tells her without hesitation. "Are you up for that right now?"
"Yes." Delphine assures her. Whatever fatigue she feels will fade. She moves to hover over Cosima. She kisses her soundly, and when Cosima begins to roll her hips up she follows the motion with her own. It makes no sense how arousing this is, Delphine thinks to herself. She isn't capable of being inside Cosima like this, and even if she were she couldn't. She roams with her hands, kisses, gropes, fondles.
Cosima whimpers and moans, and it makes her moan back. Delphine will catalogue it all, remember it all no matter how this goes later. She begins stroking softly between Cosima's legs, shocked at both the arousal she feels and her own reactions to touching. Cosima's obvious desire delights her, the slickness of her… it feels needy and desperate and somehow perfect.
"I want you inside . I want you inside me." Cosima whines into her mouth as she kisses her, as she touches her skin.
"But if I… I'll hurt you." Delphine points out. Her fingers stop their soft movements. She pops up from a lovebite she's creating on Cosima's neck. It is definitely redder than she intended, but Cosima says nothing.
"Let's try it." Cosima tells her. "Try… Make me take you inside me."
" Make you?!" Delphine stops stunned. "Cosima… I do not want to hurt you."
"Just try it. Push inside me really slowly, and tell me…Tell me to take you. Tell me to be a good girl… and..." Cosima trails off with a small blush.
Delphine nods, she understands what Cosima is asking for. "If it hurts too much, we will stop."
"Yes." Cosima agrees. "Definitely."
She returns to soft stroking and begins circling around Cosima's entrance. It doesn't seem that complicated, Delphine muses, except the risk of causing pain.
"Be a good girl and let me in." Delphine says, trying to keep a serious expression on her face.
"Delphine…" Cosima moans, her legs spread wider if anything and she slowly pushes in with one finger.
She moves gently for several moments, looking down at Cosima's face. But it seems she's causing neither intense pleasure or pain.
"Are you alright?" She breathes softly.
"Yeah… I can take it." Cosima nods at her. "Try two."
She mimics Cosima's motions from earlier and adds a second finger to which Cosima nearly arches off the bed. Cosima is wet, Delphine thinks. Wetter than she was anticipating, and that has to be a good sign.
"What? What is it?" Delphine cannot contain her concern now and it's met with an expression tinged with annoyance.
"It's just… it's been a while. But it doesn't like really hurt… so let's… let's try it." Cosima begs her, and she begins to move softly. In and out, curling her fingers. Trying to please.
"Good girl…" Delphine breathes at her, and keeps going, Cosima moans in response and clutches to her. And it's enough, Delphine thinks. No pain. She's inside of her.
Cosima yanks her into kiss, and she loses herself in it for several minutes. In Cosima's kiss, in Cosima's body. Her beautiful body, Delphine thinks. Maybe she could fall in love with Cosima, maybe she already is. She pulls back to look at Cosima, hoping to find the same emotions reflected back at her but finds something different.
"Hey…" Cosima strokes her hair softly with her free hand, keeping the other tightly wrapped around her.
"What is it?" Delphine stops her movements instantly. Something is wrong. She hesitates to withdraw entirely. Perhaps it is something else.
"We need to stop. I'm sorry." Cosima apologizes.
Stop? Entirely? Delphine finds herself aghast at the notion. Stopping penetration, that makes sense if there's pain or discomfort. But stopping altogether? "But… you have to." Delphine argues, taken aback. "Je veux que tu jouies." She withdraws as gently as she can and moves to rest her wet fingers against Cosima's thigh. Needing to maintain some of this intimacy.
"Hey… I have everything else. You were inside me, touching me, kissing me... if I don't come, I.. I won't love you any less." Cosima offers these words softly. "It doesn't matter to me."
"But what if I can't?" Delphine worries aloud. Being unable to please Cosima would be a disaster. She cannot imagine Cosima wanting to be with her if she can't. She cannot imagine any of her other lovers having tolerated not orgasming every time. But maybe women were different? Maybe that was the problem?
"Maybe you can't this time. We can try again." Cosima soothes her, and it is unfair. Delphine decides. So very unfair that Cosima feels the need to do this. To placate her like some kind of… inept lover.
"Does oral sex work?" Delphine throws out desperately racking her brain. Cosima's pleasure, that is essential. Delphine decides.
Cosima looks taken aback for a moment. "Umm sometimes. Why?"
"Then let's do that." Delphine decides quickly.
"Are you serious?" Cosima raises an eyebrow at her.
"Yes." Delphine nods trying to look as sincere as possible. Of course, she'll have no idea what she's doing that way either. But at least it wouldn't hurt.
"Would you rather just… use your hand?" Cosima offers her an out.
"I could do that too… but what will please you? Je veux te plaire." Delphine tries her best to express it, and begins to kiss a soft breast.
She eases her way down the bed until her face is level with Cosima's thighs, the scent of Cosima's arousal is strong, it is intoxicating. It makes her head spin and she kisses along an inner thigh. She gazes at her swollen flesh and dark curls, and wonders what exactly Cosima would want.
"Hey… You don't have to." Cosima points out. "Just… use your hand if you're feeling… not like you want this right now."
"But… you did it to me." Delphine brings up, she leans in and gives a tentative lick. The taste shocks her at first, heady and sweet. Much sweeter than she'd imagined. She could do this. She might even learn to enjoy this.
Cosima's breathing changes above her, but she doesn't really look up. Delphine tries licking, flicking.. Sucking softly. But nothing seems to drive Cosima wild with pleasure. She looks up, hoping for guidance.
"More pressure." Cosima asks. "It's totally OK to use your hands."
She leans in instead and sucks firmly, a strangled cry emerges from Cosima's lips. And Delphine tries her best, Cosima is in her mouth, her arousal covering her lower face, dripping down her throat. And it's different, so very different than anything she'd done before.
She tries to play a vaguely familiar rhythm which has Cosima laughing, and then stops. Opting to flick softly at her clit, trying to stimulate her directly. It has Cosima making noises, wonderful desperate noises and she tries again. She must do this, she must be able to please Cosima. Or this will never work.
Eventually she gives in, moving her dominant hand to Cosima's sex and stimulating her directly with two strong fingers. The difference is immediate. Cosima cries out, gripping at her hard and finally, finally she comes.
Delphine leans down, giving Cosima one last insistent lick before settling beside her on the bed.
"Wow." Cosima looks up at her, eyes soft and hazy. She pulls her in to kiss deeply, tongues teasing and tempting.
"Was that… OK?"
"A for effort." Cosima quips, giving her another long kiss. "We'll get the hang of it."
"We will." Delphine echoes, finding herself a little disappointed. She'd never struggled to please a partner before. Never. And the feeling has a vulnerability that leaves her laying quietly next to Cosima.
"Hey. It is totally OK." Cosima moves over her, drawing her into her arms.
Delphine nods, leaning in for another kiss and another. Somehow the passion manages to rebuild again and she finds herself on her back, being enthusiastically loved by Cosima once again. Her own neediness surprises her, how much she craves her. How much she wants Cosima's love.
She wakes slowly, there are dark dreads on her pillow and a strong but soft small body beside her in her bed.
"Bonjour." Delphine mutters out. Surely Cosima understands that much.
"Morning." Cosima rolls over and greets her with a wide smile.
"So… what now?" Delphine cannot keep a soft laugh out of her voice. What were they now? What happens now?
"Breakfast?" Cosima suggests. "We definitely slept in. Like... it's past 10. We can get cleaned up… get brunch. Or like make breakfast and go back to bed?"
"OK." Delphine agrees.
"But first… tea. Seriously." Cosima smiles at her again, seemingly bizarrely content for what Delphine sees as a not-good-enough night.
"OK." Delphine pushes up from the bed and grabs her robe. She ties it around her body.
"Can I like… have a t-shirt?" Cosima asks.
"Oh. Of course." Delphine rummages in a drawer and tosses Cosima a t-shirt. It's enough to cover for now. And then they'll figure out the day. Thinking it prudent, she goes to brush her teeth and was her face. She should at least make some effort to appear presentable. To be sexy for Cosima.
But when she emerges from her bathroom she finds Cosima standing at her kitchen island drinking out of one of her fine white mugs. Her purple t-shirt just barely covers Cosima's ass. But again, Cosima is smiling. It doesn't make sense.
"I found your tea."
"Good." Delphine nods. That will help. They can make this normal. Somehow.
"So you want to get breakfast or make breakfast? How hungry are you?" Cosima looks her over. "I can fix us some eggs and toast? Or… maybe we have a quick snack and get brunch?"
"Brunch I think." Delphine agrees. She can eat a granola bar or something in the meantime. It would get them out of this apartment and dressed. And maybe they could talk through some of the more awkward parts of yesterday.
A knock at the door makes them both jump.
"What's that?" Cosima looks at her.
"Tom!" Delphine gets the door as it hits her. She'd forgotten him completely. She'd entirely forgotten she'd agreed to go to a soccer game. Or was it a football game? She cannot remember now. Were they supposed to get lunch first? Or brunch? Who on earth keeps letting people into the building in the lobby? It was supposed to be locked. She was supposed to have the option of buzzing people in or not.
Tom stands there, wearing a thin blue sweater and khakis. He smiles at her for a minute and then frowns.
"Delphine… you're not ready… do you… do you want me to come in?" He looks at her appraisingly. His beard suddenly reminds her of its scratchiness. His taste not nearly as alluring as Cosima's. She cannot imagine having him now. Their dating will have to stop.
"I don't think that's a good idea, dude." Cosima calls from behind her. "Oh you're a Brit. I didn't realize you were a Brit."
"I hadn't mentioned it." Delphine shrugs that off. That hardly seems important now.
Tom looks at her curiously. "Who is that?"
"That is Cosima." Delphine tells him, opening the door the rest of the way. She wishes she were clean. Wishes she'd bathed and didn't smell like sex. Thinks it's far too obvious what they've been doing.
Tom's face scrunches up in confusion. "And...seriously? What is she doing here?"
Delphine is trying to think of a polite explanation, something that will brush all this under the rug. But Cosima is already on it.
"We had sex." Cosima subs in unhelpfully. Cosima isn't shy, even though she's barely covered. Delphine quickly, closes the door most of the way again. She certainly doesn't want to add Tom to this equation, and weren't men usually turned on by such things?
"So… you're… dating her too?" Tom manages to get out. "I… I didn't realize that. I thought we were.. exclusive." Tom is struggling and Delphine has to give him credit for keeping his cool. She's unsure she'd manage that in his position.
"I don't think I can date you anymore Tom. You see, I think I am falling in love with her." Delphine decides on honesty. It has to be love, Delphine thinks. Any awkwardness aside. It must be.
Tom stares at her briefly dumbfounded, and Delphine resolves to refund him the price of her game ticket. It's the least she can do.
She doesn't have to turn around to know that Cosima is smiling.