She feels her warmth behind her. Her long arm snakes around her naked stomach. She feels her warm lips on her neck, her breasts pushing into her back. She smiles. She is happy.
Cosima turns around to see Delphine's beautiful face in front of her. She grabs her face, crashing their lips together, whimpering into the kiss. Her hips are so soft, her mouth so intoxicating, her tongue tracing patterns on her own, causing shivers all the way down.
Delphine kisses down her jawline, to her neck, sucking her earlobe into her mouth, eliciting a deep groan from Cosima. "Mon amour," Delphine whispers.
Cosima holds on to this feeling. She feels warm. She feels safe.
Delphine's hands move over her body like a painter perfecting her brush strokes. She knows just what to do, has practiced it over and over, though it never feels the same. There's always something new, something different to learn, and Cosima is the willing participant in her experiments.
She moans as Delphine moves over her, filling her, her love communicated through her fingers and her eyes. Orbs of hazel stare deeply, intensely, wanting. Cosima can only think of that moment, nothing else. She gazes at the woman above her, reaching for her, pulling her closer, so their bodies meld together. In this embrace, she is home.
Her pleasure washes over her and Delphine never stops looking at her. It's the tenderness of her eyes that she almost can't bear. The love behind them, the thoughts running through Delphine's mind that Cosima can only imagine.
She grasps Delphine tightly as she quakes, her tears swelling to her eyes. Delphine leans down to kiss her neck, whispering, "Mon amour."
Cosima can't speak. She's lost in her thoughts, in the feelings. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to hold onto this moment.
When she opens her eyes, Delphine is no longer above her. She jolts up, looking to her side. Delphine is lying there, on her back, wires sticking out of her head.
Cosima screams, her tears streaming down her face. She screams, but no sound comes out.
Cosima's eyes open as she bolts upright. She is shaking.
She could handle the memories, the strain on her brain, but this...this is torture. Having to relive her connection with Delphine, only for it to be ripped from her again, it is too much. Her heart feels like the first day she knew Delphine was gone. Crushed. Completely shattered. The pain in her chest is unlike anything she has known before. Helpless. Hopeless. Delphine needs her and she has no idea what to do.
She pulls her knees up to her chest and sobs. Her tears run over her until she feels like she has nothing left.
She knows Scott is right. She needs to tell her family. She needs help. This hurts. But she can't even imaging how Delphine is hurting.
"You're coming home, Cos?"
"Yes," she answers. "Sarah, I...there are some things that have been going on...I...I need you to know."
"Are you ok?" Sarah asks, with a worried tone.
"I'll explain when I get there. Can you get everyone to come to Felix's tomorrow night? We're gonna need Art and Mrs. S too. Everyone," Cosima states.
"Yeah, ok," Sarah replies, "Cos, you gonna be ok?"
"I hope so. I need you now though. I'll see you tomorrow."
She hangs up the phone, walking out into the living room where Scott is sitting, on his laptop.
"Good morning," he says, "How's your head?"
"It's fine," Cosima answers, "Scott, I'm heading home tomorrow. You were right. I have to bring them in. I can't do this alone anymore."
"I'm coming with you, Cosima," Scott states.
Cosima knows she can't argue with him, so she smiles. "Ok, thank you, Scotty."
"Come here, Cos."
Sarah pulls Cosima into a deep hug. "It's so good to see you," she tells her.
"You too," Cosima grins.
She scans the room behind Sarah seeing all the familiar faces that she's missed so much.
"Fancy a drink, Cos?" Felix asks her from the kitchen as she walks into his living room.
"I think we're all going to need one," she answers.
"Auntie Cosima!" She sees a little figure running toward her out of the corner of her eye. She turns just in time for her to jump into her arms.
"Oh my gosh, Kira, you've grown so much!" Cosima exclaims. "You're not too big for the tickle monster now, are you?" She pinches the sides of the girl in her arms as she giggles, before putting her back down on the floor.
"Sestra, I have missed you," Helena says as she comes over. "How is the school? Everyone treating you good? If not, I will come and give them a talking to."
Cosima smiles, shaking her head. "Yes, Helena, everything is fine. Thank you." She opens her arms and embraces her, spotting Allison behind her.
"Cosima," Allison states, "It is good to see you. You look well."
"Get over here," Cosima tells her, pulling her roughly into a hug. Allison lets out an "Oh" and finally lets her body relax into Cosima's.
Cosima turns her head, seeing Art and Mrs. S. She hugs them both and thanks them for coming.
"Of course, love. Sarah said you may need a bit of help," Mrs. S replies.
"Yeah, we're here for you," Art echoes.
Cosima takes a deep breath. She's nervous all of a sudden. What if they don't believe her? They haven't been the most supportive in the last couple years about her obsession with Delphine's disappearance. "Well, I guess we should jump right in. I think you should all sit down."
"Monkey, why don't you go play on Uncle Felix's bed for a little while," Sarah tells Kira. The little girl runs and jumps up on the bed, burying her face in her book.
Cosima looks at Scott before she begins. At least he is here to back her up. At least there's someone there who already believes her.
She starts at the beginning, with the dreams, the headaches, the memories, explaining how the voice started creeping in at some point. How she figured out it was Delphine, and how her brain was jumbling everything, how she finally communicated. She tells them about the last dream she had about the hallway, where Delphine was in the white room. She gets through it all, and they listen intently, not interrupting.
She tries to read the reactions on their faces as she talks, but she can't tell if they are believing her or not. Scott confirms the things she says, telling them about the brain scan and the blackouts. She finally finishes the backstory, hoping she has explained it well enough to be convincing.
"So, this is why I need your help," Cosima explains, "And I know none of you believed me about Delphine that night at the camp, but I'm asking you...no...I'm begging you to believe me now. Because I feel it throughout my entire body. She's alive, and she needs our help, and if you say no, I don't know what I'll do. This is my last option. I can't do this alone." She looks around, feeling the tears coming to her eyes.
"Shit, Cos," Sarah finally breaks the silence, "Why the hell didn't you tell us before?"
Cosima huffs. "You guys were not the most supportive, ok? I have felt very alone these past couple years, afraid to talk about Delphine. You made it pretty clear you didn't want to hear about it."
"We all thought you had been too sick that night to remember. And everything pointed to the fact that Delphine died at DYAD. That's what everyone confirmed. We thought," Sarah pauses, "we thought you were just so heartbroken, and we didn't want to encourage you if there was no hope. What kind of life would that be?"
"Well, I never gave up. And now...now," Cosima's tears begin to spill over, "Please tell me you'll help me find her...please."
"I'm in," Felix interjects, "I could use a little excitement in my life. It's been a while since I've put on my detective hat."
"I think you should leave that to me," Art says, "Cosima, I'm here to help."
Helena and Allison nod and say, "Me too" in unison.
Cosima looks around with teary eyes. "Thank you," she chokes. She looks at Sarah, whose head is down. "Sarah?"
Sarah looks up. Tears are staining her cheeks. She gets up, throwing her arms around Cosima. "I'm sorry, Cos...I'm so, so sorry," she mutters, "I'm sorry I didn't believe you."
Cosima rubs her back gently. "It's ok, it's ok...I just need you now."
Sarah backs up, nodding. "Anything. So, how are we going to find her?"
"You said Delphine mentioned Ferdinand," Mrs. S responds, "I can make some calls, see if anyone has any idea about his whereabouts."
"And I can put out some feelers, look into it," Art agrees.
"Mommy?"
"Not now, Kira, give us a second, please," Sarah answers Kira.
"But Mommy," Kira persists,, "I know where she is."
They all turn to the girl sitting cross legged on the bed and give a collective, "What?"
"I know where she is."
Sarah walks over to her. "What are you talking about, Kira? How do you know?"
"Delphine told me."
