She lays awake squirming rhythmically on the sheets. Just enjoying the way they're bunched under her. The feel of the smooth cotton against her skin. She doesn't want to sleep. She unbuttons her pants and kicks them off. Throws her panties on the floor beside them. She continues her repetitive motion. The euphoria since faded but still she lay awake. How long is this going to last? Delphine sighs. Still baked? She wonders to herself. She glances over at the clock. It's been hours. She can see Cosima, watch her slow steady breathing. Her eyes peacefully closed. She continues to squirm, arches her back and stares up at her boring white ceiling.
Cosima can sleep, she'd confessed earlier that sometimes she smoked just to chill out and sleep. Delphine couldn't imagine feeling less awake. Less alive. Even so, she's tired, she's always tired here. Living and working in english requires all her concentration. The last few days have been more draining than most. Cosima's blood at DYAD. Sarah impersonating Cosima, attacking Rachel. Cosima's 'sisters' may not care about the risks they were taking with stunts like that. But she certainly did, she couldn't have this falling back on Cosima.
"Cosima." She whispers, but it doesn't manage to wake her. A few dreads falling in her face. She strokes her cheek, distinctly aware of her own arousal. She sighs aloud and curls closer to the sleeping woman. Feels the soft skin underneath her delicately gliding fingertips... should she wake her? She glances down Cosima's nearly naked body, it doesn't seem so scary now. And she doesn't feel too stoned.
Her phone vibrates from somewhere in the room. She doesn't need to reach for it to know that it's Aldous. She shakes her head. Contacting her at this hour is extremely unwise. She slips out of bed and spends a couple minutes searching for her phone - she finds it along with a text message. It's just the time Aldous wants her and Cosima at DYAD tomorrow morning. She lets out a breath she wasn't aware she was holding. Whatever he thought was between them, Aldous seemed inclined to let it go for the time being. Perhaps permanently, if she was lucky. Cosima wouldn't like it, she knew that much. She could only hope he acknowledged she was of more value professionally and as a monitor to Cosima than she was in his bed. She was tired of passionless sex, and now that she's tasted warmth again she can't imagine going back to it.
She knew Aldous respected and enjoyed her mind but she also knew it would have taken him much longer to notice if she'd spurned his advances last year. It was true what she told Cosima, Leekie is a liar. She's known that a long time now. And now, so is she. But for Cosima, she's doing this for Cosima. She hadn't been lying when she told Cosima that. Someone has to protect her at DYAD. Someone has to save her. She now has to be scientist, monitor, doctor and lover to Cosima. Lover, she blushes at the thought. And yet, they'd never completely undressed for each other. She was naked now, and again she wonders, should she wake her?
She remembers again the feel of Cosima's hands on her. It was only days ago that they became lovers. It's only natural, she recalls from years ago, to want it all the time. And before she'd fallen asleep, having decided that Delphine was too high, Cosima had wanted it too.
She leans in, pulling herself closer and throwing a leg over Cosima's hips.
"Lève-toi." She whispers into Cosima's ear, pausing to graze her earlobe with her teeth. She kisses along Cosima's cheek, down to her neck and backs off only when she feels Cosima stir beneath her.
"Huh?" Cosima blinks slowly and looks at her bleary-eyed. She laughs slightly, she can't help it, it's so cute. Their faces only inches apart now.
Cosima moistens her lips with her tongue, "Something wrong?" A moment passes as Cosima takes stock of what is going on around her, she suddenly smiles, "You're naked."
"Oui, tout-nu!" She answers affirmatively, nuzzling at Cosima's shoulder. She's louder than she intended to be and realizes she might still be a bit buzzed after all. She has herself pressed to Cosima's hip, and she's certain that even through the fabric of her panties that she can feel her arousal.
"So is this all-french thing just what you get at 1 am?" Cosima asks, rolling over to get a good look at her, a hand follows a path from her shoulder to her breast and she feels herself shiver in response. Cosima doesn't seem high at all now.
"Too tired for english," She responds, her accent coming out stronger than usual, "Bien trop fatigué." She repeats for emphasis.
Cosima for her part, lays there giggling at her, "If you're so tired why did you wake me up?"
"Baise-moi." Delphine whispers, hoping Cosima understands that much French. She'd heard her say it before, under her breath. But she's been highly distracted at the time. She wonders for a moment if she was understood or if she needs to think out a sentence in english.
Even with no more words, the way her eyebrow arches and that grin spreads across her face answers her question. She's not sure if she's stoned or sober, but that doesn't stop her from returning Cosima's kisses, stripping her of the last of her clothing and losing herself in this. This suddenly insatiable desire. Ever the scientist Delphine wants learn everything about Cosima. And she'll start here.
