Chapter 3 – Morning Light

It was late morning when Cosima yawned and slowly became aware of the warm skin next to hers.

She felt Delphine's lips resting on her forehead and her arms wrapped protectively around her shoulders and waist. Cosima wanted to stretch the stiffness from her limbs but not at the expense of disturbing the protective nest of affection that Delphine wrapped around her. Her head was pillowed on the taller women's breast and her breath hitched in her throat. Under different circumstances she would have nuzzled the hollow of Delphine's neck.

Cosima settled for shifting her weight a little and rolling one shoulder. Delphine roused and hummed softly. Her hand rising to rest lightly against Cosima's forehead checking for fever.

"You feel warmer. Are you hungry?"

"Nah-huh", Cosima whispered nestling closer.

"I see," Delphine chuckled while one hand rose to cup the base of Cosima's neck and the other dragged lazily across the rise of her hips. Cosima's heart skipped a beat. And for the first time in months she felt safe. She felt whole. The connection she shared with Delphine was still alive and not severed after several months apart.

"You need to tell me about the cure," Delphine said.

"I know, but for now can we just... you know"

"Of course, ma cherie." Delphine agreed trailing soft fingers across Cosima's back and shoulders.

"Of course" she echoed out loud to herself.

She knew their time together could be temporary. And she worried about the effect that would have on Cosima's recovery mentally and physically. She pleaded with a higher power that when the time came she would know what to do. If Cosima was not allowed to stay in the camp, how would she convince the smaller woman to wait for her.

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