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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"White is all there is for a few seconds. Cosima suddenly becomes aware that she is walking. Falling slightly to the right she missed hitting the wall and carried on. Soon it set in that she is in the middle of a corridor, with Dr. Cormier by her side, walking towards an unknown destination. Quickly removing the mist from her head she checks her wrist watch. 10 days had passed! Her eyes dart around the corridor as she is walking. What was going on?/p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Whoa." Cosima says and puts her arms out when she adjusts to where she is and what her body is doing without her command, she comes under control of herself and stops. The women doesn't notice at first and then turns, shock evident on her face with a mixture of really cute frustration. "What is going on?" Cosima leans up on the wall and checks the date again. 10 days! What was she even doing with her life? The last thing she remembered was being on the floor in her...well what used to be her apartment. Looking at herself she can see that she is wearing a white lab coat. For a second her mind rationalises that she is in Minnesota, she is back at the labs. That she is safe. But the illusion is dashed when Dr. Cormier comes over to her, her slender black heels clicking on the floor as she strides, a little stiffly from her anger./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Again!" Her hand comes to her forehead and she looks all over Cosima, trying to figure something out for herself. Her glare over her body would get Cosima a little hot under the collar if she wasn't so confused./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Dude, did I just like...materialise?" Cosima asks with a big grin on her face, when there is no response except staring from the French women her smile drops. "What?" Cosima's breathing suddenly joins up with her erratic heat beat as she realises that it has happened again. Shaking her head, her hand comes up to her chest in an attempt to calm herself this was not supposed to happen. The French women is unsympathetic, she just moves across to the opposite side of the hall, one hand still on her head, her face lost and the other behind her back. Her legs cross over and Cosima looks at her for a second. Flashes of mixed emotions come over her, and for an instant this women was someone she really cared for. Soon in a matter of seconds this emotion was replaced with dread, fear and adrenaline, the natural reaction to threatening and confusing situations. This was what Cosima had to hold onto. Looking around with darting wide eyes Cosima bolts for double doors slightly down the corridor./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Cosima no, Mon Dieu." Cosima could see just outside of her eyes sight that the women had moved forward, but she couldn't piece anything together. Her head was completely frazzled, totally all over the place and her only instinct was to get the hell out of that situation now. Maybe something was in the coffee last time, maybe they had drugged her. She didn't care she just needed to get out. Running down another long white corridor with bleak doors lining either side, she felt something repeatedly hitting her chest. Thinking it was the palpitations from her heart Cosima looked down to investigate whilst running hard. Large gasping breaths take over her chest, running and being a weed smoker were not good mixes. There was a badge attached to her chest. Her hand came up, and her running slowed (from lack of fitness, not from want). 'Director' it read just above a full name, her full name. 'Cosima Neihaus'. Director? She thinks as she slows to a stop. Taking the name badge in a second more her hands fall to her body, to the rest of the lab coat to find clues as to what the hell was going on. In her left pocket she pulls out some crumpled pieces of paper. Flattening the out on her chest she looks at the handwriting that is definitively hers. 'Dr. Leekie after 3 minutes. Second interval 7 minutes explain new research line. Third interval introduce Dierden. Smile, beg for money.' Cosima knew it was her handwriting but where it had come from and when she had wrote it, she had no idea. Looking again at her wrist watch she double checked it had been 10 days. What the heck was going on? At that moment Dr. Cormier and some well built men burst through the double doors she had run through when she had got past countless corridors. Taking another deep breath and frowning, she had no idea what she was running from, but she just knew she had to run. Almost falling flat on her face she got her stuff together and managed to break away into a side corridor, it had 'conference room' in bold letters stamped over the top of the far doors. Taking a look back, Dr. Cormier was fat on her tail, she had no option. As she got approached Cosima could hear voices, murmuring and noises getting closer and closer. With her arms out she burst through the double doors. A loud round, ringing off applause greeted her, before she tripped over something and fell to the floor. The applause stopped slowly and some one helped her up. Nudging her glassed up her nose she realised where she had ended up./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Director, it's time for you to take the stage, are you ok?" A man dressed in black with a huge head set on clip board and worries expression came over to her, he put his pen in his mouth and flicked through some pages on his board. Frozen from stage fright Cosima looked around the crowd. It was no 'conference room' this was an amphitheatre full to the brim of people clapping politely and loudly her face hologramed onto a stage, she was grinning. When was that taken? What was she doing here./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Cosima, I think it's your turn." A strange older males voice offered, she turned to meet a taller skinny man with a black and white suit, crisp, with a balding pale white head and one grey eye. "Cosima, are you ok?" He asked, looking at her in the same quizzical face that Dr. Cormier had done before. On a large projected banner across the wall read 'International Stem-Cell Research Organisation- ISRO' with her face again, plastered with a grin. The crowd stopped clapping and it all went awkwardly silent. The older man with the grey eye became uneasy and took a step closer to Cosima. "My advice would be to go up there. Time pays." The man taps his wrist watch, Cosima was confused and frightened, looking at her own watch and seeing that it was the same. Not sure of what to do and scared as hell Cosima starts to walk toward the stage, watching out for the white wires all over the floor. As she takes her first uneasy step, Dr. Cormier breaks through the door with the men and her eyes go wide to see Cosima heading up to the stage. Cosima stops walking and her heart starts to jump again. Checking the time she knows she has been there for 8 minutes. Pausing half up the stairs she looks back to the stage/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"manager, the older man and the women. The older man tilts his head and stares intently at Cosima, as if he was willing her to get up on stage. Dr. Cormier looks from the man to Cosima and back again, as if willing the same. Cosima retreats a few steps but knows she is blocked between the stage in front of hundreds of people and that women who she knew was somehow tied into her not understanding anything. How did she get to this day, how had she missed 10 days of her life! The older man burst into action, coming towards Cosima and grabbing her by the arm./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Hey man, get off." Cosima complains and tries to break free of his strong grasp. He takes her out of view of the silent crowd. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Aldous, it is not Cosima. There is some sort of interference." Dr. Cormier states in a worried tone. The older man takes a long glance between the women and stares right back into Cosima's eyes./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""I know, I can't seem to get a hit...Interesting isn't it?" He says, Cosima is so scared she doesn't even fight, her curiosity and instinct to live take over her rational thought to get out. He puts is hands on both of her shoulders and stares again deep into her eyes, with darting eyes to the hidden crowd, he looks back at her. "Who are you?"/p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"In that second the same horrible, uncontrollable pain hits her. It is as if someone has just thrown a palate of bricks right at her head, it takes it right out of her. In a second she flops into the man's chest, the last thing she sees is his white shirt button before she looses herself again./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Cosima are you prepared?" Delphine asks, her grip on her wife's hand couldn't be any tighter, as they walk into the ISRO building. It's getting late and the antiseptic lights are beginning to come on in the streets. Delphine hated what the world had become these days, technology had taken over. She remembered a time before she got caught up with the ISRO, a time before the election changed everything. A time before where DYAD was just a far off dream. Now placing one heel carefully in front of the other she held her wife, Cosima's, hand./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""More than prepared. I am ecstatic." Delphine could never get over how well spoken Cosima was. Having come over to Canada from France she thought she wouldn't fit in. A new placement here would be foreign, but more so the opinions of herself. Immigration, even skilled was frowned upon these days. You stay where you are born and if you are born into war it is your own dumb luck. She was he lucky one to escape. That was until she met Cosima; british born and had, like herself, been transferred here by the governments. DYAD were just a pipe dream in university, and now she was their leader. They called her 'Rachel', a silly nick name after the old leader, president was the word Delphine preferred, she wasn't leading anything. Delphine listened to the British accented words and smiled deeply, gripping the hand comfortingly./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Hold on." Delphine said, allowing Cosima time to stop." Delphine let go of her hand, missing it immediately and reached into her black clutch. "We forgot our rings." Delphine brought out a recycled plastic bag. Cosima grinned at her knowing what that was before frowning slightly at the realism of it./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""It is such a shame they cannot know we are married." Cosima reluctantly pried her wedding ring off of her finger, giving the missing space a quick rub before placing it in the bag. Delphine did the same./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""It is not in the plan, you know that Cosima." Delphine was saddened at the prospect. "Maybe one day when this is all..sorted, we can leave and start on our own plan." Cosima took hold of Delphine's hand once their rings were secured. They shared a meaningful gaze with each other, Cosima's hand itching to climb its way up to her wife's cheek and her lips kiss it. The prospect of her lips on Delphine's warm skin made her blush slightly, but she knew she couldn't this place was wired with sensors. Letting go of the thought. Delphine blushed too, but what they did in the confines of their apartment were not appropriate here. DYAD would find out somehow, proximity was not allowed./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"They carried on walking, each of them itching to hold each other once more, but they had passed the threshold of the building now, they couldn't./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""You know I really want to kiss you right?" Cosima stated under her breath, Delphine blushed and sighed lightly, not too obviously. She nodded and pretended to look at her tight skirt, flattening it out and then straight ahead. They passed security and headed to the elevator up to the 17supth/sup floor. They both knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as they got in. Once those grey doors shut, Delphine leaped onto Cosima, pressing her against the wall and kissing her hard on the lips. Cosima reacted instantly, her arms wrapping around Delphine, they lips eagerly brushing, skin touching skin, lips on lips. Cosima couldn't resist she had to touch Delphine more, her hand finding its way up under the back of her blouse and resting on the small of her perfect back. Delphine's hands clutched Cosima's face as their tongues met sending pulses over the both of them, their cores beaconing to be touched. The elevator slowed to a stop and both of them stood as far away as they could in that confined space as possible, Delphine this time did flatten her skirt and tuck her blouse back in. Cosima nudged her glasses up her face and straightened her name badge, just in time for the doors to open and three bleak faced men attempt to get in before realising they were there. The men stepped aside and Cosima lead the way out, Delphine checking her wife's ass out very quickly and unnoticeable. It was so hot. She cleared the blush from her cheeks and they both pushed through a set of double doors onto the main white corridor. Delphine suddenly felt nervous about the big conference they were a bout to enter./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Are you sure you're prepared?" Delphine asked as they walked, she walked a little ahead of Cosima now./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Delphine you do not need to worry, I'll be fine. I always am." Cosima reassured her. For the last few metres of the corridor they were both silent./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Whoa." There was a moan, Delphine didn't really register it at first, but she soon realised Cosima was not by her side anymore. Turning around, she saw Cosima had totally changed, she was slouching, her head tilting a confused grin was on her face and her hands were out to steady her. Mon Dieu it was happening again, and right before the big conference! "Did I just materialise?" Delphine heard her say, her heart dropped and anger replaced the lust and nervous happiness in her heart. She noticed Cosima's breathing was becoming erratic and her hand was up to her chest comforting herself. Delphine wanted to move forward and tell Cosima it was ok, that it was fine and it was just nerves. This was not her Cosima, her wife Cosima. Instead of comforting her, Delphine's hand came to her forehead in an attempt to force the Cosima she knew back into the person in front of her. She knew it was futile to even attempt to get her back, instead of toying between helping the women she loved and not, she voted for standing on the opposite wall. For a second their eyes met and she swore her Cosima was back, just a glimmer of hope amongst the confusion. But soon those eyes were darkened and replaced with the unknown women. This was such a bad time! She had to be on in minutes, she was going to be late and this was no state for her to go on. Staring blankly into space was all she could do. Delphine hated this, the technology was so far advanced yet they couldn't eve deal with this. It was times like these when ethical debates were raging in her.../p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Cosima no, Mon Dieu!" Cosima, or at least the new women had bolted off down the corridor and was already bursting through double doors in the opposite direction. She knew all corridors on this level lead back to this one, to the conference room at the end, it was a mechanism to help lost international governors. Even so it was a massive inconvenience. Getting out her mobile Delphine ordered the men to help to secure Cosima. She didn't explain to them what was happening, the smaller amount of people that new about the project the better. With a heavy sigh of frustration and anger she set off to find her, the women who stole her wives body./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"White is all there is for a few seconds. Cosima suddenly becomes aware that she is walking. Falling slightly to the right she missed hitting the wall and carried on. Soon it set in that she is in the middle of a corridor, with Dr. Cormier by her side, walking towards an unknown destination. Quickly removing the mist from her head she checks her wrist watch. 10 days had passed! Her eyes dart around the corridor as she is walking. What was going on?/p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Whoa." Cosima says and puts her arms out when she adjusts to where she is and what her body is doing without her command, she comes under control of herself and stops. The women doesn't notice at first and then turns, shock evident on her face with a mixture of really cute frustration. "What is going on?" Cosima leans up on the wall and checks the date again. 10 days! What was she even doing with her life? The last thing she remembered was being on the floor in her...well what used to be her apartment. Looking at herself she can see that she is wearing a white lab coat. For a second her mind rationalises that she is in Minnesota, she is back at the labs. That she is safe. But the illusion is dashed when Dr. Cormier comes over to her, her slender black heels clicking on the floor as she strides, a little stiffly from her anger./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Again!" Her hand comes to her forehead and she looks all over Cosima, trying to figure something out for herself. Her glare over her body would get Cosima a little hot under the collar if she wasn't so confused./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Dude, did I just like...materialise?" Cosima asks with a big grin on her face, when there is no response except staring from the French women her smile drops. "What?" Cosima's breathing suddenly joins up with her erratic heat beat as she realises that it has happened again. Shaking her head, her hand comes up to her chest in an attempt to calm herself this was not supposed to happen. The French women is unsympathetic, she just moves across to the opposite side of the hall, one hand still on her head, her face lost and the other behind her back. Her legs cross over and Cosima looks at her for a second. Flashes of mixed emotions come over her, and for an instant this women was someone she really cared for. Soon in a matter of seconds this emotion was replaced with dread, fear and adrenaline, the natural reaction to threatening and confusing situations. This was what Cosima had to hold onto. Looking around with darting wide eyes Cosima bolts for double doors slightly down the corridor./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Cosima no, Mon Dieu." Cosima could see just outside of her eyes sight that the women had moved forward, but she couldn't piece anything together. Her head was completely frazzled, totally all over the place and her only instinct was to get the hell out of that situation now. Maybe something was in the coffee last time, maybe they had drugged her. She didn't care she just needed to get out. Running down another long white corridor with bleak doors lining either side, she felt something repeatedly hitting her chest. Thinking it was the palpitations from her heart Cosima looked down to investigate whilst running hard. Large gasping breaths take over her chest, running and being a weed smoker were not good mixes. There was a badge attached to her chest. Her hand came up, and her running slowed (from lack of fitness, not from want). 'Director' it read just above a full name, her full name. 'Cosima Neihaus'. Director? She thinks as she slows to a stop. Taking the name badge in a second more her hands fall to her body, to the rest of the lab coat to find clues as to what the hell was going on. In her left pocket she pulls out some crumpled pieces of paper. Flattening the out on her chest she looks at the handwriting that is definitively hers. 'Dr. Leekie after 3 minutes. Second interval 7 minutes explain new research line. Third interval introduce Dierden. Smile, beg for money.' Cosima knew it was her handwriting but where it had come from and when she had wrote it, she had no idea. Looking again at her wrist watch she double checked it had been 10 days. What the heck was going on? At that moment Dr. Cormier and some well built men burst through the double doors she had run through when she had got past countless corridors. Taking another deep breath and frowning, she had no idea what she was running from, but she just knew she had to run. Almost falling flat on her face she got her stuff together and managed to break away into a side corridor, it had 'conference room' in bold letters stamped over the top of the far doors. Taking a look back, Dr. Cormier was fat on her tail, she had no option. As she got approached Cosima could hear voices, murmuring and noises getting closer and closer. With her arms out she burst through the double doors. A loud round, ringing off applause greeted her, before she tripped over something and fell to the floor. The applause stopped slowly and some one helped her up. Nudging her glassed up her nose she realised where she had ended up./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Director, it's time for you to take the stage, are you ok?" A man dressed in black with a huge head set on clip board and worries expression came over to her, he put his pen in his mouth and flicked through some pages on his board. Frozen from stage fright Cosima looked around the crowd. It was no 'conference room' this was an amphitheatre full to the brim of people clapping politely and loudly her face hologramed onto a stage, she was grinning. When was that taken? What was she doing here./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Cosima, I think it's your turn." A strange older males voice offered, she turned to meet a taller skinny man with a black and white suit, crisp, with a balding pale white head and one grey eye. "Cosima, are you ok?" He asked, looking at her in the same quizzical face that Dr. Cormier had done before. On a large projected banner across the wall read 'International Stem-Cell Research Organisation- ISRO' with her face again, plastered with a grin. The crowd stopped clapping and it all went awkwardly silent. The older man with the grey eye became uneasy and took a step closer to Cosima. "My advice would be to go up there. Time pays." The man taps his wrist watch, Cosima was confused and frightened, looking at her own watch and seeing that it was the same. Not sure of what to do and scared as hell Cosima starts to walk toward the stage, watching out for the white wires all over the floor. As she takes her first uneasy step, Dr. Cormier breaks through the door with the men and her eyes go wide to see Cosima heading up to the stage. Cosima stops walking and her heart starts to jump again. Checking the time she knows she has been there for 8 minutes. Pausing half up the stairs she looks back to the stage/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"manager, the older man and the women. The older man tilts his head and stares intently at Cosima, as if he was willing her to get up on stage. Dr. Cormier looks from the man to Cosima and back again, as if willing the same. Cosima retreats a few steps but knows she is blocked between the stage in front of hundreds of people and that women who she knew was somehow tied into her not understanding anything. How did she get to this day, how had she missed 10 days of her life! The older man burst into action, coming towards Cosima and grabbing her by the arm./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Hey man, get off." Cosima complains and tries to break free of his strong grasp. He takes her out of view of the silent crowd. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Aldous, it is not Cosima. There is some sort of interference." Dr. Cormier states in a worried tone. The older man takes a long glance between the women and stares right back into Cosima's eyes./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""I know, I can't seem to get a hit...Interesting isn't it?" He says, Cosima is so scared she doesn't even fight, her curiosity and instinct to live take over her rational thought to get out. He puts is hands on both of her shoulders and stares again deep into her eyes, with darting eyes to the hidden crowd, he looks back at her. "Who are you?"/p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"In that second the same horrible, uncontrollable pain hits her. It is as if someone has just thrown a palate of bricks right at her head, it takes it right out of her. In a second she flops into the man's chest, the last thing she sees is his white shirt button before she looses herself again./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Cosima are you prepared?" Delphine asks, her grip on her wife's hand couldn't be any tighter, as they walk into the ISRO building. It's getting late and the antiseptic lights are beginning to come on in the streets. Delphine hated what the world had become these days, technology had taken over. She remembered a time before she got caught up with the ISRO, a time before the election changed everything. A time before where DYAD was just a far off dream. Now placing one heel carefully in front of the other she held her wife, Cosima's, hand./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""More than prepared. I am ecstatic." Delphine could never get over how well spoken Cosima was. Having come over to Canada from France she thought she wouldn't fit in. A new placement here would be foreign, but more so the opinions of herself. Immigration, even skilled was frowned upon these days. You stay where you are born and if you are born into war it is your own dumb luck. She was he lucky one to escape. That was until she met Cosima; british born and had, like herself, been transferred here by the governments. DYAD were just a pipe dream in university, and now she was their leader. They called her 'Rachel', a silly nick name after the old leader, president was the word Delphine preferred, she wasn't leading anything. Delphine listened to the British accented words and smiled deeply, gripping the hand comfortingly./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Hold on." Delphine said, allowing Cosima time to stop." Delphine let go of her hand, missing it immediately and reached into her black clutch. "We forgot our rings." Delphine brought out a recycled plastic bag. Cosima grinned at her knowing what that was before frowning slightly at the realism of it./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""It is such a shame they cannot know we are married." Cosima reluctantly pried her wedding ring off of her finger, giving the missing space a quick rub before placing it in the bag. Delphine did the same./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""It is not in the plan, you know that Cosima." Delphine was saddened at the prospect. "Maybe one day when this is all..sorted, we can leave and start on our own plan." Cosima took hold of Delphine's hand once their rings were secured. They shared a meaningful gaze with each other, Cosima's hand itching to climb its way up to her wife's cheek and her lips kiss it. The prospect of her lips on Delphine's warm skin made her blush slightly, but she knew she couldn't this place was wired with sensors. Letting go of the thought. Delphine blushed too, but what they did in the confines of their apartment were not appropriate here. DYAD would find out somehow, proximity was not allowed./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"They carried on walking, each of them itching to hold each other once more, but they had passed the threshold of the building now, they couldn't./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""You know I really want to kiss you right?" Cosima stated under her breath, Delphine blushed and sighed lightly, not too obviously. She nodded and pretended to look at her tight skirt, flattening it out and then straight ahead. They passed security and headed to the elevator up to the 17supth/sup floor. They both knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as they got in. Once those grey doors shut, Delphine leaped onto Cosima, pressing her against the wall and kissing her hard on the lips. Cosima reacted instantly, her arms wrapping around Delphine, they lips eagerly brushing, skin touching skin, lips on lips. Cosima couldn't resist she had to touch Delphine more, her hand finding its way up under the back of her blouse and resting on the small of her perfect back. Delphine's hands clutched Cosima's face as their tongues met sending pulses over the both of them, their cores beaconing to be touched. The elevator slowed to a stop and both of them stood as far away as they could in that confined space as possible, Delphine this time did flatten her skirt and tuck her blouse back in. Cosima nudged her glasses up her face and straightened her name badge, just in time for the doors to open and three bleak faced men attempt to get in before realising they were there. The men stepped aside and Cosima lead the way out, Delphine checking her wife's ass out very quickly and unnoticeable. It was so hot. She cleared the blush from her cheeks and they both pushed through a set of double doors onto the main white corridor. Delphine suddenly felt nervous about the big conference they were a bout to enter./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Are you sure you're prepared?" Delphine asked as they walked, she walked a little ahead of Cosima now./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Delphine you do not need to worry, I'll be fine. I always am." Cosima reassured her. For the last few metres of the corridor they were both silent./p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Whoa." There was a moan, Delphine didn't really register it at first, but she soon realised Cosima was not by her side anymore. Turning around, she saw Cosima had totally changed, she was slouching, her head tilting a confused grin was on her face and her hands were out to steady her. Mon Dieu it was happening again, and right before the big conference! "Did I just materialise?" Delphine heard her say, her heart dropped and anger replaced the lust and nervous happiness in her heart. She noticed Cosima's breathing was becoming erratic and her hand was up to her chest comforting herself. Delphine wanted to move forward and tell Cosima it was ok, that it was fine and it was just nerves. This was not her Cosima, her wife Cosima. Instead of comforting her, Delphine's hand came to her forehead in an attempt to force the Cosima she knew back into the person in front of her. She knew it was futile to even attempt to get her back, instead of toying between helping the women she loved and not, she voted for standing on the opposite wall. For a second their eyes met and she swore her Cosima was back, just a glimmer of hope amongst the confusion. But soon those eyes were darkened and replaced with the unknown women. This was such a bad time! She had to be on in minutes, she was going to be late and this was no state for her to go on. Staring blankly into space was all she could do. Delphine hated this, the technology was so far advanced yet they couldn't eve deal with this. It was times like these when ethical debates were raging in her.../p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;""Cosima no, Mon Dieu!" Cosima, or at least the new women had bolted off down the corridor and was already bursting through double doors in the opposite direction. She knew all corridors on this level lead back to this one, to the conference room at the end, it was a mechanism to help lost international governors. Even so it was a massive inconvenience. Getting out her mobile Delphine ordered the men to help to secure Cosima. She didn't explain to them what was happening, the smaller amount of people that new about the project the better. With a heavy sigh of frustration and anger she set off to find her, the women who stole her wives body./p