Promptly at 8, there's a knock at the door of the suite.

"I'll get it," Scott announces as he jumps up from the couch.

"No, no, no," Cosima shouts as she runs out of the bedroom wearing a patchwork cowl neck sweater and steel gray cords.

Scott beats her to the door, "Hi, Delphine, nice to see you again."

"Hello, Scott, nice to see you as well," Delphine smiles.

"Hey," Cosima wedges herself between them.

"Bonsoir, ma cherie," Delphine leans down and kisses Cosima.

"Whoa, wow, okay," Scott gapes at their display.

Cosima reaches a hand behind her and shoves Scott away. "I'm ready, let's go."

Delphine giggles as she looks Cosima up and down, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

Cosima follows Delphine's eye-line down to her feet, "Oh, haha, yeah, shoes would be good."

"Snow boots," Delphine corrects.

"Snow boots, okay, um, come on in," Cosima opens the door wider, allowing Delphine entry into the suite. She's wearing an off-white sweater with a black lace embroidered design, red skinny jeans, and holding a black coat over her arm.

Delphine immediately notices the two guys sitting on the couch, staring her way. "Bonjour," she waves.

"Bonjour," they repeat, waving back.

Cosima rolls her eyes, "Delphine, meet Kenny and Eugene. Guys, please act normal while I go put my boots on. Or, you know, as normal as possible."

"Cosima tells me you're going to the bar tonight for the hotel's New Year's Eve party," Delphine starts.

"Yeah, hotel bar," Kenny responds while Eugene nods.

"They do put on a fun party every year."

"I like fun," Eugene blurts awkwardly.

"That's great," Delphine laughs. "Make sure you have a good spot by the window overlooking the mountains at midnight."

"Window, okay," Kenny nods.

"So, Delphine," Scott cuts in, "what do you have planned for tonight? Cosima said you were arranging the whole thing but wouldn't tell her what you'd be doing."

"Yes, well, I don't want to reveal too much," Delphine glances towards the half open bedroom door, "however, I think she'll enjoy it. At least I hope she will."

"Oh, I'm sure she'll enjoy whatever you plan. She's crazy about—"

"Now I'm really ready," Cosima rushes in, wearing boots and a red wool cap, cutting Scott off. "Bye, guys. have fun, talk to you later. Come on, Delphine," she takes Delphine's hand and attempts to pull her out of the suite.

"Cosima, your jacket," Delphine stops her in her tracks.

"Here," Scott grabs the red coat off the chair and hands it to Cosima.

"Thanks, bye," Cosima hurries Delphine out the door

"Goodbye, Scott. It was nice meeting you, Kenny and Eugene. Bonne Année!"

"Bonne Année!" the three of them repeat as Cosima gets Delphine into the hall and closes the door behind them.

"They're sweet," Delphine remarks as they walk down the corridor.

"If you say so." Cosima presses the call button for the elevator.

"My parents send you their New Year's regards."

Cosima looks up, wide-eyed, "They know?"

"Know what?"

"That we're together."

"Yes, I just spoke to them and said I was going to be with you this evening. That's why they sent their regards."

"I mean do they know we're together, like, together together?"

"No, they think I just pull you out of my pocket to spend holidays with. Yes, they know we're dating. Did you think I was keeping it a secret from them?"

"I don't know, I wasn't sure if that would be something you were ready to share."

"Cosima, I called and told my mother we had kissed after our sledding day."

"You did?"

"Yes. They weren't exactly surprised, they said they suspected we had more than friendly feelings for each other. Besides, I never keep things like this from them, they want to know when I'm happy."

"And I make you happy?"

"You do. Well, most of the time, when you're not being a complete brat."

Cosima sticks her tongue out as the elevator arrives and they squeeze in amongst the other passengers.

They arrive on the main floor and walk through the lobby hand in hand past guests getting in the holiday spirit. They put on their coats and gloves before heading outside. As they exit the front door, into the chilly night, Cosima is surprised when they go left instead of right.

"We're not taking your car?"

"No, we don't need a car where we're going."

"And where are we going exactly?"

"You'll see."

"Can I get a hint?"

"Hmm… okay. We're going to get high."

"Oooh, now you're speaking my language."

"Not high like that."

Cosima frowns, "Damn." They come to a stop in front of the ski rental shop. "We're not going skiing are we?" Cosima asks with apprehension.

"No," Delphine laughs, "skiing in the dark is not advisable."

"Okay, phew," Cosima wipes at her forehead. "So what are we doing here?"

"We're here to pick up this," Delphine unlocks a garage adjacent to the shop, revealing a snowmobile.

"Whoa! We're taking that?"

"We are." Delphine hands Cosima a helmet, then puts on her own before mounting the vehicle. "Hop on." Cosima gets behind Delphine. "Hold on tight."

"Gladly," Cosima grins as she wraps her arms around Delphine's waist.

After traveling up the mountain for a bit, Delphine cuts the engine. She gets off, removes her helmet, and shakes out her curls, "We're here."

Cosima takes off her helmet, "That was so hot."

"What was?"

"You, my snowy biker chick."

Delphine grins and extends her hand to Cosima, helping her dismount the vehicle. She pulls her in for a quick kiss before turning and gesturing towards their destination, "What do you think?"

Cosima looks at the small, wood-paneled structure in front of them. "What is this place? A yurt?"

"No, not a yurt," Delphine giggles. "This is a ski patrol shack." Delphine walks them towards the front door.

"Wait, last I checked, you're not ski patrol. Delphine, are we about to break in there?"

"No, we're borrowing it for the evening. My friend, Christophe, works patrol here and lent me the key." She pulls the key out of her pocket and unlocks the door.

Delphine opens the door and they enter the space. It's set up very much like a small studio apartment, with kitchenette, small dining table, love seat, twin size cot, and adjacent bathroom. A fire is already roaring in the fireplace, making the space a nice reprieve from the cold outdoors.

They take off their coats and hang them on a hook by the front door.

"This is kinda cozy," Cosima remarks as Delphine lights a few candles scattered around the space. "And also very isolated. You didn't bring me out here to kill me, did you?"

"You got me," Delphine smirks. "Don't pull up the floorboard under the rug."

"Oh, is that where all your previous victims are buried?"

Delphine shrugs, "Perhaps." She heads to the fridge, pulls out a container, then turns on the gas stove. She pours the contents of the container into a saucepan.

"Whatcha making?" Cosima asks as she comes up behind Delphine, wraps her arms around her waist, and kisses her neck.

"I'm not making so much as reheating. I asked Chef Louis in the hotel restaurant for some of his world famous bouillabaisse. He gave me strict instructions for how to reheat it on the stove so as not to lose any of the flavor."

"Looks good. Can I help with anything?"

"You can slice up the baguette," Delphine points towards the large loaf of bread on the counter. "There should be a knife in the drawer there."

"Easy enough," Cosima opens the drawer and pulls out a large knife, then starts cutting slices while Delphine melts some butter in another pan.

"Hand me a few slices," Delphine holds out her hand and, as Cosima passes them, she places them on the hot pan and covers them with a lid. She pulls a container out of the fridge with an orange/yellow sauce inside then takes a tiny bit of hot liquid from the bouillabaisse and pours it in the sauce, stirring until it's a smooth, pasty texture. She removes the slices of bread from the stove, which are now toasted. "Do you think you can make a few more slices of toast like that?"

"I think I can manage."

Delphine ladles the bouillabaisse into two large bowls, making sure there's an equal amount of mussels, shrimp, scallops, snapper, potatoes, fennel, and broth in each. She then garnishes them with lemon slices and fresh parsley.

Cosima finishes toasting the bread and then plates all the slices.

They bring the food over to the table, which has already been set. Delphine grabs a bottle of wine from the fridge, pops it open and pours it into their glasses.

Delphine holds up her glass and Cosima does the same, "Here is to great endings and even better beginnings."

"À votre santé," Cosima says as they clink glasses and each take a sip.

"You remembered! Do you know what that means?"

"No," Cosima admits sheepishly.

"To your health."

"Oh, well, health is good. Your toast was better, though. Speaking of toast," Cosima slathers the sauce on a slice of toasted baguette and takes a bite. "Mmm, this was one of my slices, I did a damn good job. What do you call this stuff I put on it?"

Delphine laughs, "Rouille. It's a spread made with red pepper, garlic, saffron, mayonnaise, and some salt and pepper."

"I like it, it's kinda spicy." Cosima next tries the Bouillabaisse while Delphine watches, waiting for her reaction. "Oh wow, this is great. The seafood is really tasty and the seasoning in the broth is perfect."

"I'm glad you like it. It's a favorite of mine and I was hoping it would be a good choice for us this evening."

"Totally a great choice," Cosima commends. "I can see why it's world famous, or taste why, I should say. So is this what you were doing this afternoon? Setting everything up here for us?"

"Yes. I know we could have easily gone to a restaurant, but I thought it would be nice if it was just the two of us tonight. I hope you don't mind."

"Mind? Are you kidding? This is great. Thank you for doing all of this. I'd much rather be alone with you than in a roomful of rowdy revelers."

"What do you usually do on New Year's Eve?"

"If I was back home in San Francisco, my friends would probably drag me to a party. Last year we went to a club that Emi's band was playing at."

"Oh, she's a musician?"

"She's the lead singer of this band, Pythagoras."

"Pythagoras? Like the mathematician?"

"Yeah, they formed the band at Berkeley and thought it sounded cool. The drummer was a math major. They mostly play the college circuit, but started getting into the local club scene. They have a following in town and now they're trying to get on a label." Cosima stops her train of thought and looks at Delphine seriously, "Is this weird, to be talking about my ex?"

"No, unless it's uncomfortable for you to discuss. I know you said you wanted to avoid her and that's part of the reason you're here."

"Yeah, well, that's just cause she's still pretty bitter about the whole thing. Oh man, poor Tony, he bartends and has to deal with her whenever she comes into his place, questioning him about me. I seriously never would have gotten involved with her romantically in the first place if I knew she was so obsessive. We were friends, met at a campus party at Berkeley, then at some point it just sorta went there, you know, and before I knew it we were a couple. She was inviting me to all her gigs, writing songs about me, I mean in some ways it was kinda flattering, but, I don't know, it was also a little suffocating. If I told her I couldn't make it to a gig because I was busy studying or working in the lab, I'd be accused of being a shitty, unsupportive girlfriend even though I had attended the last 5 shows in a row. Oh, and me moving to Minnesota, the fight over that, forget it. It was a relief for me, though, to be away from her. But the phone calls and constant questioning of when I was going to visit and when she could come to see me, it got to be too much, and that's when I ended things. I must sound like an asshole. Are you rethinking this whole girlfriend thing right about now?"

"No, not at all, I get it. I had a similar relationship with René. Like you and Emi, I met René at University. We attended École Polytechnique for undergraduate studies. I was in the biology department and he was in the computer science program. A friend of mine was dating his roommate and introduced us. I really was more focussed on my studies than dating, but, like you said, sometimes we fall into these situations. Suddenly something that started out as casual double dates became a steady relationship. He was handsome and pleasant enough, but I never felt a real spark, nor did our interests truly align. He was always talking about these ideas he had for apps that he was sure would make millions, while I was fascinated by the latest scientific breakthroughs. As you can imagine, I had no interest in anything he was talking about and I'm sure the feeling was mutual. On graduation day, he announced that he had been hired by a big technology firm in London and just assumed that I would be going with him even though I had discussed my intention with him on many occasions to attend UPMC for my PhD. His argument was that we'd get married, he'd be making an impressive salary, I would never have to work, as if that's something that should appeal to me over my dream of becoming a doctor. So that evening, I wished him well in London and said that I hope he's able to find the ideal housewife. And that was it. So if anyone is the asshole here, perhaps it's me."

"No way, René sounds like the asshole. Why do some people think they're more important than your dreams? Emi couldn't understand why I wouldn't attend grad school in the bay area, even though we had discussed that Minnesota had long been my dream school. She just couldn't get it. I can only imagine her reaction if I had thought about attending UPMC, I bet that would've been insane."

"She might not have liked that," Delphine grins, "but I would have."

Cosima smiles, "Yeah, me too. Well at least we're free of them now."

"Yes, it would have been quite inconvenient to have met while we were both otherwise attached."

"Totally. It would have made this New Year's Eve date quite illicit."

"Oh, would we have still been on this date?"

"Well, assuming René was off working on an app and Emi busy singing in a club, I'd say there's a pretty good chance."

"But if you and Emi were still together, you might have spent the holidays back home listening to her sing in that club."

"True. And if you and René were still together, I guess you'd be an unhappy housewife in London. No way he'd allow you to teach kids to ski during the holidays."

"C'est vrai. I think we both made the right decision at the right time."

"Absolutely. I don't even want to imagine not having ended up here, enjoying this wonderful meal," she takes another bite of her food, savoring the succulent flavors.

Delphine folds her arms and sits back in her chair, "Just the meal?"

Cosima glances up, fork in mouth, and nods.

Delphine throws her napkin at Cosima, "You are such a brat."

"Okay, okay," she looks deeply in Delphine's eyes, "the food is great, but it doesn't hold a candle to how much I enjoy you."

Delphine laughs, "You enjoy me?"

"Yeah, you're super enjoyable. But, seriously, I'm so glad we both met when we did, unattached and not even looking for a new relationship. I just thought I'd be tortured on the slopes and you thought you'd have one more child to teach. Look at us now."

"Oui, look at us now, you only occasionally accuse me of torturing you on the slopes, and I'm teaching a grown up child how to ski."

"But a grown up child you really, really like."

Delphine nods in agreement, "A grown up child I really, really like."

Cosima grins proudly, "Hey, what is it they say in the song, forget about old acquaintances cause new ones are where it's at?"

"I think it's actually about remembering them."

"Oh, well that's dumb. Out with old, in with the new and much improved, I say."

"You're very bizarre," Delphine laughs, "but adorably so."

"I'll take adorably bizarre," Cosima shrugs as she pops a shrimp in her mouth.

When they finish their meal, Cosima helps Delphine clear the table and wash the dishes. As she grabs a towel to dry the dishes, Delphine stops her, "I've got this, why don't you take our wine and sit by the fire, I have a special treat for you."

Cosima's eyes widen, "Ooh, what's the treat?"

"Be patient."

"Are we having Eskimo Pies?"

"Eskimo? No. Go," Delphine points to the fireplace where a blanket has already been laid out.

Cosima grabs their glasses and the wine bottle and does as told, while Delphine finishes cleaning up. While Cosima is waiting, she notices an old radio by the window. She gets up and turns it on, tuning to a station that's coming in static-free, letting smooth jazz fill the space. She sits back down and takes a sip of her wine, while Delphine retrieves a bag from the cabinet and brings it her way. Delphine sits down so they're sitting across from one another on the floor, mimicking Cosima's crossed-leg position and leaving little room between their knees.

"You inspired me yesterday," Delphine begins.

"How so?"

"When we were on the roof and you were telling me about s'mores—"

"Oh my god, you didn't?!" Cosima can't hide the glee in her voice.

"I did, well, I tried. You see, they're not very common here and the products you mentioned are quite American, but I improvised the best I could." Delphine reaches into the bag, "First, for the chocolate, we don't have Hershey bars, but I picked up these Milka chocolate bars, they're quite popular in this area."

"Any good chocolate will work," Cosima insists.

"Then I got these marshmallows," Delphine pulls out bag of white and pink Haribo Chamallows.

"Oooh, we pretty much just use those white ones back home, but the pink ones are really cool, they'll add some nice color to our dessert."

"Now for the cookie, I'm sorry to say, I went to several markets, but none of them carry what you call graham crackers. However, another patron suggested we use these Speculoos cookies instead."

"Those look great. Hey, we can call our special French version, les s'mores. This is so cool! Thank you for doing this."

"You're welcome. I hope they're as good as you're accustomed to."

"I'm sure les s'mores will be terrific," Cosima grins. "Now we just need some sticks."

"Ah," Delphine jumps up and rushes out to the porch, returning with a handful of sticks. "I wasn't sure exactly which stick would be best, so I collected an assortment."

"Wow, you got a good array here," Cosima says as she looks through them before selecting two. "These will do, they're long and straight enough to keep our hands out of the fire." She passes one to Delphine. "Okay, let's do this! First, take one cookie and let's put two squares of chocolate on them. We'll keep these on the side for now. Take a marshmallow and puncture your stick through it like this," Cosima demonstrates with a pink one. "Okay, great, keep the marshmallow close to the end of the stick and hold it over the fire. I like a nice dark char all around my marshmallow, but you'll have to experiment to see how you like it. Rotate it like this, getting a nice even burn all around, then pull it out, use this new cookie to help push the hot marshmallow onto the chocolate, squeeze the two ends, melt that chocolate just right, and you've got your s'more. Now you try."

Delphine holds her stick over the fire and twirls it like Cosima. It catches fire and immediately starts turning black.

"Whoa, whoa," Cosima grabs the stick and blows out the fire. "Looks like we lost this one."

"Merde," Delphine pouts.

"Hey, it's okay, burnt marshmallow is a very common occurrence, that's why they put so many in a bag. What you gotta do, as soon as your marshmallow ignites like that, is draw it back and blow it out. We need to be extra careful doing this indoors, too, don't wanna burn this place to the ground." Cosima replaces the marshmallow on the stick, "Give it another go, try not to get it too immersed in the fire where it goes up on all sides like that."

Delphine holds the stick so the marshmallow starts getting lightly singed by the flame, she twirls the stick as the marshmallow turns a light brown hue all around, "How does it look?"

"Great, now pull it back." Delphine brings it to her, uses a cookie to slide the marshmallow off and squeezes the two sides together. "Awesome job! Cheers," Cosima clanks their s'mores together and they simultaneously take a bite. "Ooh, this is delish," Cosima raves. She stops eating to watch Delphine's reaction.

Delphine chews and chews and chews, then swallows. She looks up into Cosima's waiting eyes, her own lighting up as a huge smile crosses her lips, "Miam-miam!"

"I'm guessing that means you like it?"

"Oui, very much so. Alone each part is wonderful in their own right, but all three together are incroyable."

"Yay, I'm so happy you like it. Ready for another?"

Delphine nods effusively and they make some more s'mores. Then more, and more, stopping only to take sips of their wine.

Cosima laughs as Delphine finishes eating a particularly melty s'more, "You're supposed to eat it not wear it."

"Quoi?" Delphine looks down at her sweater.

"No, your face," Cosima giggles as she points to the side of Delphine's mouth.

Delphine uses her thumb to wipe her face, but manages to spread the chocolate more, causing even more laughter to erupt from Cosima. Delphine whines in a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance.

"You're so cute," Cosima leans in, planning to remove the chocolate with her finger, but her hand changes course at the last second, gripping the back of Delphine's head as she goes in with her face instead, her tongue jutting out and running the length of the smudge.

Delphine pulls back and looks Cosima dead in the eye, "Did you just lick me?"

"I…I…yes," Cosima stammers, mildly embarrassed.

A strangled snort escapes Delphine, followed by unrestrained laughter.

Cosima covers her eyes and starts laughing along with Delphine.

"I've never had my face licked before, oh, no, I take that back, Phinny licked my nose before we left Memé's on Christmas."

Cosima removes her hands from her eyes and looks at Delphine with contempt, "Did you just compare me to a puppy? You're the one she's named for."

"Because of our hair, not our demeanor."

"So you're saying you look like a puppy and I act like one?"

"If the tongue fits," Delphine shrugs.

"Oh, I think you know it does," Cosima winks.

Delphine rolls her eyes before reaching out with both hands and pulling Cosima in for a kiss, gently sucking on her chocolate coated tongue as satisfied moans simultaneously rumble out of both of them, followed by booms and pops.

"Either that was the most explosive kiss in the history of kisses or—"

"Feux d'artifice!" Delphine shouts, jumping up and pulling Cosima towards the door with her.

They rush outside and look over the city as the sky lights up with effervescent bursts of color.

Cosima watches in awe, "This is amazing!"

"This is why I brought you up here, for this view."

"It's gorgeous," Cosima declares as Delphine wraps her arms around her from behind and rests her chin on Cosima's head as they stand, enraptured by the sight in front of them as firework after firework brightens the night sky.

"I guess that means it's midnight," Cosima says as the show dies down 10 minutes later and she turns in Delphine's hold.

Delphine nods, "Bonne Année!"

"Happy New Year!" Cosima responds as she braces her hands on Delphine's shoulders and pushes herself up on tiptoes to reach Delphine's lips for a proper New Year's kiss.

As their lip-lock escalates in intensity, Delphine feels Cosima tremble, "You're cold, we should go back inside."

"I'm not cold."

"But you're shivering and we left our coats—."

"I'm not shivering because of the cold," Cosima cuts her off.

Realization slowly dawns on Delphine's face as she looks into Cosima's eyes. She grabs her hand and leads Cosima back into the shack. Once inside, Delphine takes a look around, shakes her head, puts out the candles and fire, and grabs Cosima's hand, "Let's go."

They barely have time to put their coats on as Delphine yanks Cosima out of the shack and locks the door behind them.

"Wait, where are we going?"

"Did you see that cot? There's no way that will work. I also don't know how early Christophe will be returning. "

"Good point."

They mount the snowmobile and Delphine swiftly follows the track back down the mountain.

After returning the vehicle to the garage, Delphine leads Cosima in a fast walk back to the hotel. They enter the noisy, crowded lobby and hurry past throngs of guests happily celebrating the new year. With too many people blocking the elevator, Delphine opts to take the stairwell, they climb up to the 3rd floor, then walk down a long hall, before stopping in front of room 324. Delphine quickly unlocks the door with her key card and they hurry in.

"Nice room," Cosima admires as Delphine flicks on the lights.

Delphine pulls Cosima close, cups her chilly cheeks, and starts giggling.

"What's so funny?"

"Your nose, it's so red, you look like Rudolph."

"Did you really just compare me to a reindeer?"

"I did," Delphine nods.

"First a puppy and now this?"

"Yes, but you make a really cute reindeer."

"And you are absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous." Cosima runs her right hand through Delphine's hair, before pulling herself up towards Delphine's lips.

Things quickly turn heated and soon Cosima's hat is on the floor as jackets are shorn and boots kicked to the side. Delphine lifts Cosima's sweater over her head and is perturbed when she finds more clothing underneath.

"Why do you have on so many layers?"

"You said dress warmly. Do you think I just go outside in the freezing cold in my coat with just my bra and panties underneath?"

"It would make this a lot easier if you had," Delphine teases.

"Are we really going to do this?"

"Do you want to do this?"

"Yeah, I just, I want to make sure you want to do this."

"Cosima, I dragged you all the way to my hotel room from that mountain, I want to do this."

"But I'm leaving in a little over a week."

"Then we shouldn't waste any more time."

The fire in Delphine's eyes is all the incentive she needs to continue and Cosima reaches for the hem of her long-sleeved thermal shirt and begins to remove it, stopping when she gets it all tangled up in her hair. "Shit," she yelps from inside the shirt. Delphine laughs as she helps her remove it completely, then pulls off her own top a lot easier.

"Show off."

Delphine smirks before pulling Cosima close and capturing her lips before guiding them towards the queen size bed. Cosima's legs hit the bed and she falls backwards onto the mattress, breaking the kiss. Delphine takes this opportunity to shed the rest of her clothing.

Cosima is momentarily awestruck by the sight of a naked Delphine before she reaches for the waistband of her own pants, though she has a hard time pulling them off in her prone position on the bed. Delphine lets her stir for a moment in amusement before giving her a hand and peeling them down her legs, her underwear coming off along with her tight long johns. She then begins to remove Cosima's socks.

"Wait," Cosima yelps.

"What's wrong," Delphine asks with worry, "I thought you wanted to do this?"

"Oh, I do, I want, I so, so want. it's just that, well, I have very cold feet, so maybe I should leave my socks on."

"Are you saying you literally have cold feet?" Delphine giggles. "Don't worry, I'll warm them up for you." Delphine seductively pulls off her socks, then takes Cosima's right foot in her hands before swiftly dropping it on the bed. "Merde, you weren't kidding, your feet are freezing."

"Just let me put my socks back on," Cosima begins to lean forward.

"No, it's okay, I was just a little taken aback by the popsicles in your socks. I can handle it." Delphine picks Cosima's right foot up again and rubs it between her hands until it's warmed up, then she repeats the action with the left foot. "That's better," Delphine states, giving a little kiss to the tip of the foot before placing it gently on the bed.

"Much better," Cosima agrees before stretching her right arm towards Delphine. "Now come here and help warm the rest of me up."

Delphine takes Cosima's hand and allows herself to be pulled over the smaller form. Cosima removes her glasses and reaches her left hand up to gently cup Delphine's face, her fingers lightly brushing against her cheek. After staring into each other's eyes for several long moments, Cosima licks her lips and guides Delphine's face towards hers, their noses lightly bumping before their lips meet. Delphine slides her right hand down Cosima's side, rubbing up and down the length of Cosima's torso. Her hands reach behind Cosima's back and unclasp her bra, which Cosima aides in removing fully. Delphine's lips latch back onto Cosima's, while her hands resume their exploration of her body. They expertly glide over her breasts, her thumbs circling their peaks until they harden under her touch and she feels Cosima's body quiver in response. Her hands continue their journey over the smooth slope of Cosima's taut stomach, before they settle on her hips, anchoring her as she rolls her own hips, pressing her body against Cosima's. Despite the longer length of her legs, somehow, horizontally, their bodies crash perfectly together, from breasts to pelvis, even down to their knees. Cosima removes her hands from their entanglement in Delphine's curls and smoothes them down Delphine's back, stopping once they reach her bum and squeezing, increasing the pressure of Delphine's body against her own. Sensing Cosima's need, Delphine repositions her legs so her right thigh is slotted between Cosima's legs as she intensifies the friction in her gyrations. A swallowed moan from deep in Cosima's throat is all the incentive she needs to keep up her pace. As Cosima gets more worked up, and Delphine's body tires from the exertion, she smoothes her right hand down to Cosima's thigh before shifting her body to the left and allowing her hand to replace the work of her leg. Cosima gasps when she feels long fingers rubbing sensually up and down her core. Delphine pulls her face slightly away from Cosima's, looking her deeply in the eyes as if searching for a cue that was a good gasp. She gets her answer when a lopsided grin spreads across Cosima's face as she gyrates her center towards Delphine's hand. Delphine smiles back before kissing that grin away while continuing her ministrations. As she feels Cosima getting wetter and wetter, she enters her with one finger, gently at first. Cosima rocks her hips and Delphine adds another digit and slowly increases her pace. As Cosima's breaths become turbulent, Delphine curls her fingers in just the right way to cause Cosima to burst.

"Holy fuck!" Cosima yells as she comes in waves. Delphine rides them out with her, easing her down before withdrawing her fingers. "Literally," Cosima adds as her breathing stabilizes.

Delphine pinches her ass before laughing, "Cheeky."

"You've got pretty great cheeks," Cosima says as she grips Delphine around her backside and rolls them over, positioning herself on top of Delphine. She kisses her deeply, then traces Delphine's lips with her tongue before dragging it down over her chin to her long neck, her tongue jutting out to lick the sweat from the gulley of her throat. She then works her way to Delphine's chest, her tongue teasing sensitive buds into blooming before her. As she brushes her lips down Delphine's firm abs, she stops to dip her tongue in her bellybutton playfully. She bites teasingly at Delphine's hip then continues dragging her lips and tongue down to Delphine's inner thigh, pressing a gentle kiss to the right then left, before hooking her arms around those thighs as she gently spreads Delphine's legs further apart. She glances up at Delphine, who is braced for what's to come, her breasts rising and falling quickly, palms flat on the bed on either side of her body, while her bottom lip is ensnared firmly between her teeth. They make eye contact as Cosima runs her tongue up the length of her sex. Delphine throws her head back when Cosima makes contact with her already sensitive nub and grips the sheet tightly in her hands as Cosima works her over with a mixture licking, kissing, and sucking that has her writhing in ecstasy, while Cosima must maintain a tight hold of her thighs to avoid getting crushed. Delphine's hips buck wildly as Cosima's tongue enters her, the satisfied sounds reverberating from Cosima throat adding to the overwhelming sensation. Soon Delphine is muttering more French curse words than she's used in her entire life. "Oh, mon dieu, Cosima," she finally shouts as she explodes in an avalanche of pleasure. Cosima laps greedily at the deluge as Delphine's head collapses against the pillow, her chest rising and falling erratically.

Satisfied, Cosima kisses her way back up Delphine's long, lithe frame. When she reaches the pillows, she braces herself on either side of Delphine and looks down at her angelic face, the panting still yet to subside. Delphine opens her eyes and gazes into the ones staring tenderly into her own. Smiles spread across both their lips simultaneously as Delphine reaches for Cosima and pulls her down for a deep, languid kiss. Cosima's body melts against Delphine's as she buckles on top of her. They kiss slowly until their bodies begin to recover from their exertion.

Cosima's hips begin to undulate as she rubs suggestively against Delphine. Delphine opens her eyes and gently pulls Cosima's face inches away from her own, "More?"

Cosima shrugs, a sly smile on her face, "If you think you can handle it."

"Oh, I can handle it," Delphine assures as she responds to the implied challenge, pushing Cosima up so she's straddling her hips before grabbing her by the waist, a yelp escaping Cosima as Delphine guides her body upwards. She licks her lips as Cosima nears, before using her tongue in a whole other way as she settles Cosima above her.

It only takes a couple more rounds of intense lovemaking until they're both completely spent, with Cosima curled against Delphine's side, her head resting on Delphine's chest.

"Delphine?" Cosima whispers.

"Mmmhmm?" Delphine glances down at her.

"The fireworks outside were nice, but the fireworks in here were spectacular."

"Je suis tout a fait d'accord avec toi," Delphine agrees with a smile as she watches the girl in her arms contentedly drift to sleep.