It's the day of the Preakness and Cosima is in the paddock with Leda waiting to go out onto the track as rain falls steadily outside.
"Okay, girl, we need to have another pep talk. I know there's a lot of attention on us because we won the Kentucky Derby and some people are calling that a fluke, but it wasn't a fluke, you are a damn fine racehorse and you left everything you had out on that track. You found a gear that neither us knew you had and I think it's partly because you knew how much it meant to me to win that bet and take Delphine out on a date. Well, as you know, we've gotten closer since then, and, if we win today, Delphine and I will get a whole lot closer, if you know what I mean," she winks at Leda. "All I ask is that you do your best out there. The weather is pretty shitty, but lets just do what we did the other day in the rain, be cautious of the conditions and focus on getting to the finish line. If we don't win, no problem, I won't be mad at you, and Delphine and I will be fine and we'll continue to work our way towards advancing our relationship. But if we do win, well, I may pass out from excitement and never actually get to the whole sex part, but on the off chance I don't pass out, I have a very special night planned for her. She's very important to me and I know you're a big fan of hers as well. Between you and me, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous, an excited kind of nervous, but nervous nonetheless. Delphine, she put on this tough shell when we first met, but once I was able to crack that hard exterior, I found this amazing, intelligent, funny, caring girl underneath and the fact that she wants to be with me," Cosima shakes her head in disbelief, "I still wake up everyday thinking this must be a dream. But, it's not, it's real, and I feel like the luckiest person alive. All I want to do is make her happy."
"You do."
Cosima turns towards the familiar voice. "Delphine, hey, um, how long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough." Delphine takes a few strides towards Cosima and grasps her hands, "You do make me happy."
"Yeah?"
Delphine nods, "Happier than I've been in a very long time. And I don't want to put undo pressure on you about this race today because of the bet. I'm not going anywhere and win or lose, we're still going to be together."
"It's not a bad pressure though, it's more like positive motivation."
"Oh, well if you need positive motivation, you should know since you left yesterday, sex with you is pretty much all I've thought about."
"For real?" Cosima asks and get a nod in return. "Then we must be sharing one very dirty mind, because that's all I've thought about as well."
Delphine laughs, "There's also something I haven't been able to do in nearly 24 hours that's been driving me crazy."
"What's that?"
"This," Delphine cups Cosima's cheeks and brings her upwards for a sensual kiss.
"Ewww, do you two ever stop?" Felix asks as he enters the stall.
"Nice rain slicker, Felix," Delphine remarks as she looks over his ensemble.
"Ugh, all they had was this horrid canary yellow."
"At least we can pick you out of a crowd," Cosima chuckles.
"Is there going to be a delay with the way this rain is coming down?" Delphine asks.
"No, the race must go on," Felix responds. "At least Cosima has experience racing in the rain."
"Yeah, see Delphine, I wasn't so crazy the other day. Now I know what to look out for and how Leda handles on a wet track."
"Yes, but do the others?" Delphine wonders. "I know you have it under control, but I don't want their possible inexperience to harm you."
"I'm sure plenty of them have raced in the rain before," Felix assures. "And it's a pretty small field of racers today, just 8 horses."
"That sounds like pretty good odds," Cosima winks.
Delphine grins, "Yes, but please be-"
"Careful," Cosima finishes. "I know. And trust me, I really want to finish this race in one piece."
An announcement plays over the loud speakers asking the riders to line up their horses.
"Okay, darlings," Felix turns toward Cosima and Leda, "that's your cue to get ready. Be safe, but give it all you've got." He pats Leda and hugs Cosima before pulling up the hood of his slicker. "You coming?"
"I'll be right behind you," Delphine responds and he smirks at them before heading out. "Leda," Delphine turns towards the horse, "I'm trusting you to take good care of Cosima out there." Leda nods her head and Delphine smiles before giving her a kiss on the muzzle.
"Okay, okay," Cosima grabs Delphine's hand, "that's enough kisses for Leda."
"Now who's jealous?" Delphine laughs as she cups Cosima's cheeks and gives her another kiss.
"If it was anyone besides Leda, I'd probably beat them up."
"I'd like to see that."
"Hey, I may be small, but I'm mighty."
"Well, if anyone else kissed you, I'd just poke their eyes out or something."
Cosima chuckles, "Is that your fighting style, eye poking?"
"I don't know, I haven't gotten in very many fights. Actually, Krystal is the only person to ever hit me."
"No way! What did you do to piss her off?"
"Nothing. At school one night, she was tossing and turning and screaming in her sleep. I was worried, so I touched her hand gently to wake her and she got so startled, she hauled off and backhanded me in the face. Knocked me straight onto the floor."
Cosima starts laughing, "I'm sorry, that's kind of hysterical."
"Only because you weren't on the receiving end of her smack." Delphine brings her hand up to her left cheek, "Even after all these years, I can still sometimes feel a twinge."
"Poor you. Let me kiss it and make it better," Cosima stands on her tippy toes and kisses Delphine's cheek. "All good?"
"Yes, but now my lips hurt," the blonde pouts.
"Oh, well let me see what I can do about that," Cosima kisses Delphine's lips tenderly.
"Mmm, that's much better," Delphine declares before pulling Cosima into a hug. Cosima hooks her arms around Delphine's waist and sinks into the embrace.
They stand there, silently wrapped up in each other for a few minutes before final call for the racers is announced.
"I better go," Cosima nods her head before reluctantly releasing Delphine from her grasp. "Kick ass."
Cosima grins, "For you, I'd kick a million asses."
Delphine smiles and gives her one last kiss, "I'll see you after the race."
"Yes you will." Delphine opens her umbrella and heads out. Cosima turns to Leda, "Alright, girl, you heard Delphine, let's kick some ass." Cosima puts on her helmet, takes Leda's reins, and leads her out to join the other racers.
"Hey, Cosima."
Cosima turns around, "Shay, hi."
"Lovely weather we're having, huh?"
"Yeah, the sun is so overrated."
Shay smiles, "So, you and Delphine seem happy?"
"What do you mean?"
"I came by to say hello a little while ago, but you were otherwise occupied."
"Oh," Cosima blushes, "yeah, we're together now."
"I'm happy for you."
"You are?"
Shay laughs, "Yes, Cosima. Look, I like you, but it's always been obvious your attentions were focussed elsewhere. I want someone who looks at me the way you look at her, the way you look at each other."
"I want that for you, too."
"Thanks. I have to admit, that night at the club in Kentucky, I thought Delphine might try to cut me with a razor blade hidden in her boot or something. She definitely did not like me dancing with you. So I'm not surprised I found the two of you like I did today."
"She wouldn't have cut you," Cosima insists. "Gauged out your eyeballs, maybe."
"Oh that's much more comforting," Shay kids. "We better line up. See you on the track. Good luck."
"Thanks, you too."
Cosima mounts Leda and heads to the front of the pack, having been assigned lane 1 for today's race. She greets Hector and some of the other racers before coming upon Rachel, who is in 2nd position.
"Cosima," Rachel nods tersely.
"Hello, Rachel," Cosima greets her with fake enthusiasm. "Best of luck today."
"And you. I'm sure you're feeling tremendous pressure to prove Kentucky was not a happy accident. Though you really shouldn't get too comfortable, I think we both know it was."
"Excuse me?"
"You don't seriously think you'll be repeating your miraculous victory, not with much more experienced jockeys and far stronger horses."
"Miraculous? You know what would be miraculous? If you don't melt in all this rain. After all, that's what they say happens to bitches." Cosima turns and trots Leda further ahead, leaving a smug-faced Rachel behind.
The Cormiers, Felix, and Krystal stand and cheer as they spot Leda and Cosima enter the track, Delphine's face lighting up at the sight of her girlfriend. Cosima looks up, easily locating her cheering section due to Felix's rain slicker. She waves and blows a kiss in their direction.
"Did she just blow us a kiss?" Pierre asks.
"Yeah, you know Cosima, very quirky that one," Felix quickly covers, blowing a kiss back towards the jockey, with Krystal following suit. Delphine smiles at the pair and does the same, albeit with a lot more meaning behind her blown kiss. Marie and Pierre shrug at the display and blow kisses as well.
Cosima laughs at the response and shoots them all a thumbs up as she and Leda continue on towards the starting gate.
Delphine leans into Felix's ear and whispers, "Thank you."
"Yeah, yeah," he shrugs her off. "Hey, Krystal, there's hot Hector," he points towards the jockey.
Pierre turns his attention toward the manicurist, "Krystal, tell me you're not cavorting with the competition."
With all eyes fixed on Krystal as she insists she and Hector are just getting to known one another, Delphine glances back to Cosima.
As if she feels the blonde's eyes on her, Cosima looks up as she and Leda are about to enter the gate, meeting Delphine's gaze. Deciding a less overt display than earlier is called for, Cosima taps her heart twice and smiles as she sees Delphine return the gesture.
Delphine bites her lip as Cosima and Leda are loaded into the starting gate. Once Alison and Bubbles are securely behind gate 8, the bell sounds and they're off in the Preakness.
Leda and Castor are neck and neck for the lead out of the gate. They race up the stretch, kicking up mud as they slosh through the slop. Leda pulls slightly ahead as they push into the first turn. Neolution moves into third, followed by Double Down, Blue Barcelona, Bubbles, and Molotov Cocktail, with Lieutenant Hardcastle bringing up the rear.
"You're doing awesome, Leda, keep it up," Cosima praises.
Cosima and Leda whip through the opening quarter, hitting the 6 furlong mark and opening up a two length lead over Castor as Neolution nips at his heels.
As they race down the backstretch, Neolution passes Castor, taking over second place. Double Down catches up to the leaders, running even with Castor, while Leda continues to stay in front of the pack.
Cosima's cheering section whoops loudly as they round the far turn, Leda still maintaining the lead despite Rachel's best efforts to catch up with Neolution, her riding crop swinging ferociously.
As tends to be her habit when nervous, Delphine's bottom lip is firmly lodged between her teeth as she watches her girlfriend race around the slippery track.
"You've got to be freakin' kidding me," Felix exclaims as he glances at the stopwatch in his hands. "Looks like the rain isn't slowing them down at all, she's ahead of her pace at training the other day."
"Let's go, Leda!" Pierre shouts.
They turn for home and Leda picks up her pace, putting even more distance between herself and the rest of the horses.
Hector and Double Down gain on Neolution, who seems to be running out of steam as they hit the final furlong.
Leda has an incredible six length lead as they approach the finish line. Up in the Cormier box there is a mixture of mouths agape in shock and loud yelling as they watch the action unfold on the track.
"We're almost there, baby, you've got this," Cosima coos.
They cross the finish line in 1:58:21 and Cosima raises her right arm in victory, pumping her fist. "Woohoo, Leda, you did it, we won." She leans down and hugs the horse.
Double Down passes Neolution at the wire, giving Hector a 2nd place finish, as Rachel hangs her head as she and Neolution barely hold onto third, with Blue Barcelona just .20 behind in 4th, followed by Castor, Bubbles, Lieutenant Hardcastle, and Molotov Cocktail.
Up in the box, Pierre receives hugs and congratulatory handshakes from those around him. Felix pulls off his rain slicker, gets up on the seats and whips it around in the air, while Krystal claps and bounces in delight. She looks over at Delphine, whose mouth has not closed since Cosima crossed the finish line, and elbows her gently in the ribs before leaning into her ear, "Looks like someone's getting lucky tonight."
Delphine's cheeks instantly redden as a smile creeps onto her lips. Her attention shifts to the big screen as Shelli Glass gallops up to interview the winner.
"Congratulations, Cosima!"
"Thank you!"
"In just your first year on this racing circuit, you've not only defied expectations by winning the Kentucky Derby, but you followed that up with a win here today, putting you one step away from the Triple Crown. What do you have to say to all the naysayers who may have doubted your ability to win again?"
"They can doubt me all they want, but there should be no doubt that Leda here is an exceptional horse. I do the best I can to guide her, but she is the true champion."
"And do you think she has what it takes to win the triple crown?"
"Hell yeah, I do. She held the lead the entire time today, in the rain no less, this horse is nothing if not determined. With that focus and strength, I have no doubt she will give everyone a run for their money at Belmont."
"Do you feel any added pressure to become the first female jockey to win the triple crown?"
"I didn't even think about it until you said it, so thanks a lot," Cosima laughs. "Actually, look, of course that would be an incredible accomplishment, but I'm a jockey, we all dream of the triple crown, gender shouldn't be a factor. As a jockey, going for the pinnacle of my sport, that's where the pressure is, not that I'm a woman doing it. But I will say, the fact that Leda would be the first filly to win the triple crown is a lot more exciting than me winning it. No one ever thought that would happen."
"That would be quite an accomplishment," Shelli agrees. "I understand your parents are out of the country, is there anything you'd like to say to them?"
"Yes, of course. Mom and Dad, I'm sure you guys are going nuts right now. Thank you for always encouraging me to pursue my dreams, cause you were right, they do come true. I love you both so much and I will speak to you very soon."
"I'm sure they are extremely proud of you. Well, you have a lot of press ahead of you, so I'll let you go. Congratulations once again to Cosima and Leda, our newest Preakness champions. Please join us in three weeks for the Belmont Stakes where Cosima Niehaus and her thoroughbred, Leda, will compete for horse racing's most prestigious achievement, the triple crown."
Photographers surround Leda and start taking photos of the winning duo, as local reporters gather around to interview Cosima.
Pierre, Marie, Felix, Krystal, and Delphine work their way down to the track, stopped on their way by reporters also wanting to interview the winning owner and trainer. By the time the group makes it to the winner's circle, Pierre and Felix have enough time to hug and congratulate Cosima before she's dragged off to head to the press conference.
Delphine rushes to catch up. Cosima looks for her girlfriend, but her short stature makes it hard to see over the cameras and large crowd around her. Suddenly, Krystal appears at Delphine's side, "I've got this, stay close." Krystal begins pushing her way through the crowd, "Move it or lose it," she shouts as Delphine follows behind.
They finally reach the jockey and Krystal moves aside. "Cosima," Delphine calls out.
Cosima swings around at the sound of her name in that oh-so-familiar accent and is immediately pulled into a tight squeeze. "They tore me away so fast, I was looking for you."
"I know, I was trying to get to you. Krystal came to the rescue. Félicitations!"
"Thank you! Can you believe it?"
"I can. You and Leda ran an incredible race."
"Leda just took off and never slowed down. She was amazing."
"You both were."
"Cosima, we're on a tight schedule, we really have to get moving," a publicist interrupts.
"Ugh, I'm sorry, I wish I didn't have to go do all this now."
"This is your moment to shine, Cosima. Go, I'll be waiting when you're finished." She leans into Cosima's ear, "We have all night to celebrate."
Cosima gulps, "You're not making this separation any easier."
Delphine kisses her cheeks, making sure to get as close to her lips as possible, "I'll see you soon."
Cosima is reluctantly ushered off the track, casting glances back towards Delphine as she goes. When Cosima is out of sight, Delphine rejoins her parents and Felix as they watch Leda being photographed, while Krystal congratulates Hector on his 2nd place finish.
After another hour at the track, they head to their hotel where the press conference is being held. Pierre and Felix head to the conference, while Krystal and Marie make a beeline for the pool. Delphine chooses to go up to her room.
Another hour passes and Delphine, going stir crazy waiting to hear from Cosima, decides to head downstairs to see what's happening at the press conference.
"Our next question comes from Aynsley Norris with the Bailey Downs Free Press."
"Cosima, you mentioned earlier that you do not feel the distinction between male and female jockeys should be relevant when measuring success and downplayed the significance of you possibly becoming the first female jockey to win the triple crown. Don't you feel that it is important that milestones achieved by women in sports be lauded?"
"I think all achievements should be celebrated equally. You don't hear them refer to Johnny Loftus as the first man to win the triple crown, they say the first jockey. But when a women wins it, they're gonna say she's the first female jockey to win, like wow look at what this mere girl achieved, can you believe she did what only men have been able to accomplish before her? We live in a society that expresses shock when females attain success and I think that's ridiculous. Look, this isn't to say I wouldn't be trilled to be the first woman to win, especially if I inspire little girls to take up this sport, or any sport for that matter, that they're passionate about, I just don't think that gender should be the focal point is all. I'm a jockey who happens to be female. Just like you're a reporter who happens to be female."
"Great, thank you, Cosima, our next question comes from Jason Kellerman of the St. Thomas Times."
As Cosima turns to look his way, she does a double take upon noticing Delphine standing in the back of the hall, leaning against the wall. They lock eyes across the room and Cosima can feel the heat radiating off the blonde even with a hundred or so feet between them.
"Cosima, I'm interested in learning more about your preparation for races," his voice fades out as Cosima can suddenly hear nothing but the beating of her own heart as she maintains eye contact with Delphine.
Unable to focus on anything being asked, Cosima leans into the mic, "Can you please excuse me?" Cosima gets up from the press table and strides across the room, grabbing Delphine's hand and leading her out the door and into the hall. Once the door shuts behind them, Cosima backs Delphine against the wall and kisses her hungrily.
"Cosima," Delphine hums between kisses.
"Mmhmm?"
"You can't just walk out of a press conference like that."
Cosima looks at Delphine and shrugs, "I just did. Besides, I think they got enough of my time. Now I just want to spend time with you."
The combination of Cosima's words and the dilation of her pupils stoke the flames burning inside Delphine. She grabs Cosima's face and kisses her again, "Okay, but I don't think we should do this out here, let's go back to my room."
"No."
Delphine raises her brow, "No?"
"My room," Cosima insists, grabbing Delphine's hand and leading her down the hall towards the elevator.
They're not alone when they get inside the lift, so they keep their distance before exiting on the 21st floor. Cosima reaches for Delphine's hand, intertwining their fingers as they trot down the hall. They reach Cosima's room and Cosima searches her pants for the key card, pulling it out of her back pocket and sliding it into the slot. As soon as the green light illuminates, Cosima pushes the door open. Once inside, Delphine begins kissing down Cosima's neck, while her hands work at the hem of Cosima's shirt.
"Wait, Delphine," her hands grip Delphine's wrists, stilling their movement.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. It's just, are you 100% sure you're ready for this?"
"Cosima, I wanted you to win today so badly, but not for the sex. I wanted you to win for you, for your career. Honestly, before the horses even left the starting gate, I knew that whether or not you won, this was going to happen tonight."
"Yeah?"
Delphine nods, "When I saw you come onto the track, I couldn't stop the smile that formed on my lips at just the sight of you. Then you blew me a kiss, which was so sweet, even though it confused the hell out of Papa, which led to everyone sending you a kiss back. But when you tapped your heart, I felt it, Cosima. I felt my heart responding in kind and in that moment I was never more sure about anything than that what you and I have is real, it's special, and I don't have any reason to be nervous about sex messing up what have because, with you, it can't do anything but strengthen our relationship, bring us even closer than we already are. With you, I don't have to be scared of anything." Delphine nips at Cosima's lips, "I want you, Cosima."
"I want you, too, so freakin' much," Cosima gives her a deep, passionate kiss, then pulls away, "but…"
As soon as the word comes out of Cosima's mouth, Delphine's eyes pop wide open, worry written all over her face, "But?"
Cosima tenderly takes Delphine's hands in hers, "But I want this to be special, I don't want to rush it just because we've been anticipating it for so long. I want you to know how much you mean to me. So, on that note, no pun intended, please have a seat."
Delphine sits down on the edge of the bed as instructed and watches Cosima with curious eyes as she walks around to the side of the bed and reaches into her bag, pulling out the ukulele. Cosima comes back around and hops up onto the dresser so she's facing Delphine. "This is just a little something I've been working on for you." Cosima glances down at her fingers' positioning on the instrument and begins to pluck the strings.
Delphine watches her intently, amused by the look of concentration on Cosima's face, when, suddenly, she recognizes the song Cosima is playing and gasps just as Cosima raises her eyes to hers and opens her mouth to sing.
"Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick. The one one that makes me scream she said. The one that makes me laugh she said. And threw her arms around my neck. Show me how you do it. And I promise you. I promise that I'll run away with you. I'll run away with you."
Cosima hops off the dresser, "Spinning on that dizzy edge. I kissed her face and kissed her head. And dreamed of all the different ways I had to make her glow. Why are you so far away she said. Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you. That I'm in love with you. Youuuu. Soft and only. Youuuu. Lost and lonely. Youuuu. Strange as angels. Dancing in the deepest oceans. Twisting in the water. You're just like a dream. You're just like a dream."
Cosima moves closer to Delphine so their knees are touching while their eyes remain locked.
"Daylight licked me into shape. I must have been asleep for days. And moving lips to breathe her name. I opened up my eyes. And found myself alone, alone. Alone above a raging sea. That stole the only girl I loved. And drowned her deep inside of me. Youuuu. Soft and lonely. Youuuu. Lost and lonely. Youuuu. Just like heaven."
Cosima strums her last note and Delphine reaches for the ukulele, placing it beside the bed, then she grabs Cosima's hands and pulls her close until she's straddling her lap. "That was beautiful," Delphine places her right hand on the side of Cosima's face, her fingers stroking the back of her neck as she pulls their faces together and kisses Cosima. Her free hand moves down to lift up the hem of Cosima's shirt. She pulls the top over Cosima's head, "That was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me."
"Yeah?" Delphine nods as she reaches behind Cosima and undoes the clasp on her bra, lowering the straps and allowing Cosima to toss it to the floor.
Delphine marvels at the half-naked girl on her lap, "Tu es belle."
"May I?" Cosima asks as she reaches for the top button of Delphine's shirt.
"Yes."
Cosima undoes each button on Delphine's shirt, then slides it down her arms, Delphine assisting in the removal and tossing it the floor. "I'm not nearly as beautiful as you are," she admires as she kisses along Delphine's jaw, her hands managing to unclasp the blonde's bra in the process. The bra is quickly added to the growing pile of clothing on the floor. Taking in the sight of Delphine's breasts, Cosima can't restrain herself from lowering her head and kissing them tenderly.
Delphine starts giggling uncontrollably. Cosima pauses, looking up questioningly at the blonde. "Is something funny?"
"No, it's just you, with your face in my chest," Delphine is too overcome with laughter to finish her response.
"Delphine, I'm trying to be sexy over here and you're cackling."
"You are sexy," Delphine places her hands on Cosima's cheeks, raising her face back up towards hers, and kisses her lips, "very sexy. I was just remembering the first time your face was in my chest."
"Oh god, that was probably the most embarrassing moment of my life." Cosima reaches out and sweeps a stray curl behind Delphine's ear, "But also one of the best."
"Would you have ever thought we would have ended up like this?" she gestures between their naked torsos.
"Started from the bosom now we here," Cosima jokes. "Honestly, I thought about it a lot. Dreamt of it often. But did I think it would actually happen? No. I still feel like this is all a dream."
"It's not a dream," Delphine emphasizes her point by smoothing her hands up the plane of Cosima's stomach, then palming her breasts, running her thumbs over quickly hardening nipples. Cosima lets out a small moan that Delphine quickly muffles with her lips.
Delphine starts scooting back towards the headboard, bringing Cosima with her, their lips never losing contact.
Cosima reaches for the top button on Delphine's jeans, then stops, "Is this ok?"
"Oui," Delphine answers, biting her lip.
Cosima undoes the button, then lowers the zipper, she hooks her thumbs through the belt loops and begins to peel Delphine's jeans down her legs, stepping off the bed to pull them completely off. She then pulls her riding pants down as Delphine watches intently.
Clad only in her underwear, Cosima looks up to find Delphine's eyes on her, an unreadable expression on her face. "Is something wrong?"
Delphine shakes her head, "No, it's just…" she stops and gnaws on her lip.
"What? Is this moving too fast?" Cosima climbs up on the bed and kneels in front of Delphine.
"No," Delphine runs her hand along Cosima's cheek, "I'm just surprised."
"Surprised about what?"
"I just assumed you wore Jockey underwear." Cosima face goes from one of concern to one of incredulity as Delphine's face breaks out into a huge smile.
"Very funny. You really had me worried there. And now you're gonna pay." Cosima quickly straddles Delphine's waist and tickles her as Delphine giggles and squirms underneath.
The friction caused by Cosima's attack and Delphine's writhing lights a fire in both of them and Delphine is the first to act, grabbing Cosima's face and pulling her down for a hungry kiss.
"Cosima?"
"Yes?"
"I think I'm ready to lose the underwear."
"You sure we shouldn't leave our underwear on for this?"
"Don't be ridiculous," Delphine rolls her eyes. "Take them off."
Cosima pulls away, grinning, "Your wish is my command." Cosima shimmies her ass down Delphine's legs, gently pulling Delphine's underwear with her as she goes. She slides off the bed, pulling the underwear off completely and adding it to the heap.
Cosima takes a moment to admire Delphine's naked body then begins to remove her own.
"No!" Delphine yelps, causing Cosima to look up at her questioningly. "Let me."
Delphine sits up as Cosima gets on the bed and stands in front of her. She reaches for the band and starts pulling the underwear down Cosima's hips. When she gets it down to her thighs, she stops and stares, licking her lips at the sight in front of her.
"See something you like?" Cosima teases.
Delphine looks up at Cosima's smirking face, "Brat!" She wraps her hands around Cosima and pinches her ass.
"Ow my ow," Cosima yelps. She quickly kicks off her underwear and tackles the giggling blonde, resuming her tickling of Delphine's sides.
Delphine squirms through her laughter, accidentally rubbing against Cosima's leg in the process. They both pause their machinations and look down at where their bodies have connected, then back up at each other, before simultaneously surging forward, their mouths meeting ravenously.
Cosima pulls away, her lips inches from her girlfriend's, "Delphine?"
"Yes?" The blonde looks up at her questioningly.
"I know we made a sex bet, but I don't intend to have sex with you right now."
"You don't?" Delphine asks with surprise.
Cosima shakes her head, "No. I plan to make love to you. All," she kisses Delphine. "Night," she kisses her again. "Long."
Delphine's breath hitches and she pulls Cosima's lips back down to hers.
As they kiss, Cosima purposefully rubs her thigh against Delphine, eliciting a guttural moan from the blonde. Cosima groans, feeling just how wanted she really is, and begins to map the blonde's body with her right hand. She starts by exploring her breasts, then smoothes her palm down her stomach, reveling in the feel of tight abs, her hand then shifts over to grasp at the jutting hipbone. She then reaches around and cups Delphine's ass, giving it a gentle squeeze before moving down to her thigh, running her fingers up and down the soft, snow white skin. She slides her hand to the inside of Delphine's upper thigh and pauses, causing Delphine to open her eyes, meeting the jockey's lustful, yet tender gaze, "I want to touch you."
"Then touch me."
Cosima reclaims Delphine's lips as her hand slowly slides up her thigh. They both gasp simultaneously as Cosima's fingers make first contact, tracing the length of her sex. She runs her hand up and down, making occasional contact with her clit, each stroke inciting Delphine to writhe underneath her. As she feels Delphine getting more and more worked up, Cosima sinks one finger into the blonde, causing Delphine to whimper at the new sensation. Soon, she adds a second finger and begins to gently work them in and out of increasingly wet heat, the blonde's hips rocking to meet the nimble digits. Cosima curls her fingers, making note of how Delphine's body reacts to each sensation as she incites gradually louder hisses and moans from the blonde. She eases the movement of her digits as she feels Delphine approaching the edge, wanting to draw it out longer.
"Mon dieu, Cosima, don't stop."
Cosima laughs as she kisses Delphine's neck, "I have no intention of stopping anytime soon."
Delphine moves her right hand from its hold on Cosima's shoulder down to the small of her back, feeling the small beads of sweat forming there as Cosima alters her speed between fast thrusts of her hand and languid strokes, as she builds Delphine up and then eases her back down. She continues like this for quite some time, until Delphine's hand grabs at her ass, causing her to increase the speed of her hips and, in turn, the force of her thrusts.
Finally, Delphine can't take it anymore, her cries of ecstasy getting louder and louder. Cosima kisses her way back up her throat just as Delphine screams her name. She covers Delphine's lips with her own, swallowing the rest of the blonde's shouts as she comes, pulsating against the fingers buried deep inside her.
Cosima kisses her tenderly as she withdraws her hand and grabs the top sheet, bringing it up and wrapping it around them, enveloping Delphine in a tight embrace. She feels drops of moisture hit her nose and she releases Delphine's lips to get a look at her face, noticing tears running down her cheek.
"Hey, what's wrong?" She brings her hand up and wipes away the tears with her thumb.
"Nothing," Delphine insists, "that was incroyable. You are incredible."
"Then why are you crying?"
"They're happy tears."
"Does this happen to you often after sex?"
Delphine shakes her head, "Non, this is a first. I've never felt so… I don't even know how to put it into words. You were so gentle and loving, like my satisfaction was all that mattered."
"It was."
"You were the one who won today, Cosima, you're the one who deserves to feel satisfied."
Cosima tilts Delphine's chin up, "Delphine, feeling you, hearing you scream my name, that was worth a million victories. Crossing a finish line first has nothing on being with you like this."
Delphine blushes, "Stop."
"I'm serious. If someone gave me the choice between winning every horse race from now until the end of my career or making love to you every day for the rest of my life, there's no contest," she punctuates her statement with a kiss.
"I don't know how you can even say that when I haven't had the chance to give as good as I got."
"You don't have to, I know this is all new for you. Besides, I promised I was going to make love to you till the sun comes up and we still have," she glances at the clock, "7 hours. So I'll let you recover a bit before I take you again and again." Cosima kisses the crook of Delphine's neck, using her tongue to lap at the salty condensation that has accumulated.
Delphine takes advantage of Cosima's distracted state to roll them so she is straddling Cosima's waist, freeing them from the sheet they were cocooned within. "Cosima, are you insane?"
"Huh?" A baffled Cosima asks as she looks up at the blonde hovering over her.
"I don't care how new this is to me, when I told you I wanted you, I meant I wanted you. I want to feel you, hear you, taste you." Delphine begins to undulate her hips, grinding her still wet core into Cosima's pubic bone.
Cosima groans at the friction. She attempts to sit up, but gets a firm hand on her sternum, preventing her from moving.
"No, no, no. You lay back, it's my turn." Delphine increases the pressure of her groin against Cosima's. And while her left hand remains firm on Cosima's chest, she uses her long reach to stretch her right arm behind her, fondling Cosima's sex.
"Holy fuck," Cosima exclaims as Delphine enters her with long, narrow fingers. Unable to move her torso, she reaches her hands up to squeeze Delphine's breasts. The combination of Delphine's fingers filling her and the sensation of the blonde's hips grinding into her pelvis, causes Cosima to get worked up extremely quickly, her own hips bucking in response to the pressure.
"You're very wet, cherie," Delphine comments as her fingers slip in and out of her girlfriend.
"Because you are extremely hot. And doing," she gestures to where their bodies are joined, "all of that."
Delphine plays coy, picking up the pace of her bucking atop Cosima, "Doing all of what?"
"Oh god, Delphine," Cosima shouts. "That! Fuck!" She drops her head back onto the pillow and squeezes her eyes shut as she dangles ever so close to the precipice, resisting falling over in order to savor the feel of Delphine riding her. She lowers her hands from Delphine's breasts and grips her hips as they rock in sync.
Delphine grins and spreads her fingers over Cosima's chest, pinching her overly-sensitive nipples. She then grabs Cosima's right hand from her hip, linking their fingers and resting their hands over Cosima's heart. Cosima squeezes her hand tightly as she nears her breaking point.
Delphine stares into Cosima's eyes and whispers a seductive, "Come."
That's all it takes and Cosima explodes, clamping down and milking Delphine's fingers as her body convulses.
After regaining control of her senses, Cosima reaches up and pulls Delphine's face down to hers. "That was unbelievable," she emphasizes her exuberance with a deep kiss.
"Really?"
"Are you kidding? You just rocked my world into the next stratosphere. Too bad you're so freakin' tall, cause, judging by that display, you'd make an incredible jockey."
"Shut up," Delphine swats her arm and lays down against Cosima's side.
"For someone who's never been with a woman before, you have amazing instincts."
"You inspire me," Delphine says as she nibbles on her ear.
They lay in companionable silence, both of them grinning madly. After a little while, Delphine looks over at Cosima, "Are you tired?"
Cosima turns and meets shining, golden orbs, "No way, I still have unfinished business to attend to." Cosima shifts so she's back on top of Delphine. She kisses Delphine's lips, then her neck, followed by her breasts, working her way down to her bellybutton and dipping her tongue in the indentation. She then drags her lips down the blonde's body until her chin hits a patch of curls.
Cosima glances up at Delphine, who is intently watching her every move, "Can I?" Delphine bites her lip and nods. Cosima hooks her arms under and around Delphine's thighs, spreading them wider apart, she leans forward, breathing in deeply before sinking lips and tongue into glistening heat.
"Merde!" Delphine screams as Cosima works her over with slow, delicate licks and kisses, taking her sweet time, as they still have nearly 5 hours till sunrise.