Cosima wakes feeling utterly content. She watches Delphine stretch in her sleep before drawing her into her arms. She wants nothing more than to take Delphine again, followed by breakfast but she waits for Delphine to stir.
Images of her taking Delphine, of Delphine begging to have her all the way inside, surface readily in her mind. Cosima moans at the thought. It hadn't been quite what she'd planned, but it had been amazing.
Delphine stirs beside her, perhaps noticing, even in sleep, that Cosima has woken up.
"Last night was incredible." Cosima whispers to a newly awake Delphine. "I keep thinking about it."
"Mmm." Delphine hums and stretches but as she moves Cosima's convinced she sees a wince.
"Are you really sore?" Cosima asks, she knows enough to suspect that Delphine is. But maybe not as badly as she'd worried last night.
"I've never been this sore." Delphine admits, sitting up in bed. "It's...so deep."
"Oh wow. I guess more sex is a no-go." Cosima tries to look apologetic. Maybe she'd been too rough? Maybe Delphine was just sore because there's no way around it with fisting? Either way it was kind of her fault.
"For now," Delphine concedes. "Maybe later today."
"Mmm… what is on the menu Dr. Cormier?"
"You." Delphine grins, raising her eyebrows. "Cosima, followed by breakfast in bed via room service."
"I can't wait." Cosima throws down the blankets, giggling as Delphine climbs on top of her.
They spend the afternoon milling around the art gallery and then the Canadian Museum of History. Hand in hand, and it's perfect. So very perfect. They check out the visiting exhibits first, followed by the general collections. Where it interests them anyway.
"I made us a dinner reservation." Delphine tells Cosima as she watches her new wife practically skip back from the washroom.
"Oooh. Where are you taking me?"
"A fine dining experience here in Byward Market." Delphine purrs. "Dinner is for six." In reality, dinner is at 7:30, but she needs to have a little fun with her wife first. Give Cosima what she wants.
By the time they get back to their hotel, Cosima is rummaging through their luggage looking for the just right dress.
She retreats into the washroom, intent on giving Cosima a surprise. Cosima had given her something she really wanted, the least she could do is return the favour. She returns the red dildo to its packaging and swaps it for the purple one. It is perfectly adequate Delphine decides, and easier. A quick search tells her all she needs to know, she adjusts the harness and pulls on her loosest black dress pants. She doesn't bother putting a shirt on. Just a lacy bra she knows Cosima likes. Though maybe trying to appear feminine ruins the illusion? She doubts this game will make it out of the hotel room. And if it does, they will be far too early for dinner.
"Hey… sorry I am almost done." Cosima holds up another dress. "Maybe this one?"
"It is lovely." Delphine says softly, stepping close behind a frantically dressing Cosima.
"I'm almost done, I swear." Cosima laughs. "Kind of always late… good thing we opted for city hall. Late for my own wedding would have been really really bad."
Delphine lets Cosima brush back against her, pressing forward just enough so she can feel the toy.
"Oh fuck! " Cosima's hands reach back for her hips as she grinds on her again. The best part of all of this is Cosima's reaction.
"You like this?" Delphine lowers her voice, grinding again.
"God, yes. Hold my hips, kiss my neck." Cosima demands rubbing back against her. Delphine quickly moves her hands to grip rocking hips. Her lips dip to Cosima's neck, sucking and planting open mouthed kisses. Anything she can do to heighten Cosima's arousal. To increase her excitement. That, that Delphine knows she herself will respond to. Even if she must use a toy.
Cosima stops only to peel off her dress, swiveling her hips as she rubs back again. Why Cosima wants a fake penis is beyond her, but Delphine cannot help but enjoy Cosima's reactions. Cosima puts her glasses to the side, laying them on the bed in front of her.
"This is so hot." Cosima groans, rocking back once again.
Delphine can't take it anymore, she shoves her hand past the band of Cosima's underwear and begins to move. Her fingers slide easily against Cosima's sex, working out a passable rhythm, one she knows will lead to an orgasm. Feeling Cosima's copious arousal is enough to have her groaning deeply as she rocks forward again. Rubbing herself against Cosima's perfect ass.
"I need you." She husks, letting her fingers stroke Cosima's sex. Delight
"I want you in me." Cosima's whining even as Delphine's fingers work her close to orgasm.
Delphine grinds forward again, enjoying the show. Surely a quick climax first can only help. Cosima tenses, grasping her hand, holding position before relaxing. Cosima doesn't miss a beat, just removes her bra and pulls down her underwear. Crawling onto the bed.
"Cosima?" Delphine unhooks her own bra, unsure of how to proceed now. Doggy-style? Really? Delphine hadn't fantasized about that. Isn't that kind of...rough?
"Take off your fucking pants Delphine."
She does, kicking them off but Cosima still doesn't turn around. "Don't you want to look at me?"
"Take me from behind." Cosima insists. "I want your cock."
She's stunned by the words only a moment. "Alright." Delphine fixes the harness, making sure the toy is secure. She climbs onto the bed behind Cosima, letting her hand reach first, lubricating the dildo with Cosima's own arousal. She pushes forward to enter, and it's slow as she lets her hand guide her in. Delphine grins, knowing that this is bigger than Cosima is used to. But she can be gentle.
"It's not the purple one." Cosima stops suddenly. The game clearly paused.
"No, it is." Delphine answers. "You said the red one was too big, so I switched them."
"Oh." Cosima hesitates. "It feels big."
"It's bigger than average." Delphine agrees. It's certainly bigger than three of her fingers. "Do you want me to stop?"
Cosima lets out a low breath, dropping her head as she shakes it. "Get inside me… just do it."
Delphine slides in with a series of three thrusts then stills. She's buried the toy in Cosima who moans in response. She does enjoy the view, she cannot deny that. She lets her hands softly roam upwards from Cosima's hips to her ribs, stroking her back.
"How does it feel?" Delphine looks down at her love with concern. She leans, trying to see Cosima's face. She certainly doesn't want to hurt Cosima.
"Big." Cosima responds. "But… I can take it. Because it's you."
"It's me?" If only she shared that fantasy. Instead Delphine feels ridiculous. She's jealous of a lump of silicone. It's inside Cosima, where she wants to be. It's taking up space between them, separating them.
"Yeah…" Cosima pushes back against her. She gives into Cosima's fantasy, after all this is all to please her.
She begins to thrust, gently at first but growing more rough as Cosima's ragged cries urge her on. "You feel so good. I love the way you look." Delphine moans softly.
"Faster." Cosima groans, letting her head drop. "Fuck me."
"Ooh." Delphine sighs, watching Cosima, feeling her body become increasingly resistant to the dildo being thrust in. It probably won't be long now.
"Delphine! Delphine!"
"Je t'aime!" Delphine offers as she rocks her hips more quickly, allowing one hand to work at Cosima's clit, trying to feel as much of this as she can.
"You feel so good…" Cosima groans. "I'm so full. You're fucking perfect."
Delphine reacts to the sounds. Unable to resist moaning at the words. She continues rocking her hips, trying to maintain a steady pace. Cosima comes, keening, but she cannot feel it. Cosima falls forward pulling off of the toy, after a moment she twists.
"It really is the purple one." Cosima mumbles. "I wasn't expecting it to feel that big."
"It's been a long time since you've used one." Delphine offers softly.
"Not that long."
"Over a year." Delphine estimates giving the amount of time since she and Cosima had met. She undoes the harness, letting it drop to the floor. She's more aroused than expected by this. Hopefully they won't be too late for their dinner reservation if Cosima takes her.
Cosima shakes her head. "Shay."
"Oh." Delphine swallows, trying not to get upset. It shouldn't matter anymore. "But you were sick, you bled with fingers sometimes. Wouldn't it have hurt too much?"
"It wasn't up my vag." Cosima admits softly.
"Oh." Delphine's eyebrows. "Did that...help?" Is Cosima into that? She supposes they could get a small toy for that purpose if it's something Cosima must have occasionally.
"Not really. Still hurt." Cosima rolls over to face her. "I ended up kinkier than ever trying to avoid reality."
"Are you into that?" Delphine settles in, looking at her beloved's beautiful flushed face.
Cosima merely shrugs. "Are you?"
"Non." Delphine answers flatly. There is no sense denying that.
Cosima opens her arms, flopping back on the bed. Delphine crawls into her arms but she knows Cosima's aware of the tension in her body.
"Is it because I mentioned Shay?"
"I don't want to talk about her." Delphine huffs. Pretending Shay didn't exist made this all easier. Two weeks without her and Cosima had fucked another woman. Rubbed it in her face at every opportunity. She feels herself getting more and more upset and pushes back from Cosima. She needs space. At least a little bit.
"We don't have to… but you know it was mostly just sex, right? It was a rebound. That is all." Cosima looks up at her, pleadingly, stroking her face.
"I know." Delphine nods. She doesn't doubt Cosima's love for her. She might doubt Cosima's ability to keep it in her pants. But they're married now, certainly that implies a certain level of exclusivity?
"And you're jealous." Cosima lays back, a smirk on her face. How? How can this possibly please Cosima?
"I am not jealous." Delphine lies through her teeth. It's only Cosima that has brought that out in her and it's awful. Worse than she could have ever imagined.
"I never loved her Delphine." Cosima tries again. "And you scared her off good… no worries."
"Let's just drop it. And go get dinner." Delphine knows the last thing she wants to think of is someone else, anyone else making love with Cosima. The thought is enough to drive her insane with jealousy once again and she doesn't want to ruin their trip.
"So you don't want me to eat you out?" Cosima teases.
"Not after discussing Shay." Delphine pushes up on the bed. "Come on, let's shower."
"Oh fuck… dinner… we're...we're going to be so late." Cosima pushes up off the bed and heads to the shower, knowing Delphine is on her heels
"The reservation is really at 7:30." Delphine admits. "This… this was all planned."
"Dr. Cormier! Did you play me to have your way with me?" Cosima tries to bring things back to be lighthearted.
She pulls away from serious topics, enjoys their shower, enjoys their supper, enjoys Cosima making love to her very gently once they've returned to their hotel room.
"Tomorrow, Montreal." Cosima whispers in her ear, kissing the side of her face. "I am excited."
"Me too, mon amour." Delphine responds easily. This, this she wants. But she cannot stop thinking. Shay. Cosima's telomeres. The future. Curing all the Leda sisters. Can they possibly reach them all in time?
"What is it Delphine?" Cosima asks, feeling her toss and turn once they try to sleep in earnest.
"I want to talk about your telomeres." Delphine blurts out.
"Nope. Nope." Cosima shakes her head. Since Kendall Malone was revealed as their original source, Cosima had steadfastly refused to discuss it. Her sisters didn't know enough to ask. And she had zero intentions of opening up that can of worms. Unfortunately Delphine did.
"We need to talk about it."
"No, we don't." Cosima jumps up pacing back and forth.
"I need to talk about it."
"Why? So we can estimate how long my lifespan will be? We both know I'm not going to make it to 60."
"I don't care." Delphine begs her. "We might find a way around that… I want to grow old with you."
"Let's just… not. And someday when I die of 'old age' it'll be unexpected. Like everyone else."
"But Cosima…"
"No.. Not now. OK?" Cosima begs her, crawling back into her arms. "Let's just enjoy this. Let me just be Cosima."
"Alright." Delphine swallows. "To me you are always just Cosima, you know."
"Not always." Cosima suggests.
"Maybe not." Delphine acknowledges. "Maybe not."
