Notes: Well. After all that wait and pining in our Delphine pining sweaters we finally got our Cophine reunion last week, and most of us promptly lost our damn minds. Unfortunately, after approximately 102 seconds of screen time, we now have to wait to see them AGAIN, until next season.
So unfair.
Anyway, I hope this chapter will help ease your transition back into hiatus hibernation. You may be pleased to know it's NSFW. Unless you were planning on reading it at work, I guess.
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Of course, Teo was right. When we got back to the house, I hugged and greeted Michael, but when Sevvy ran out the door at me yelling "Mommy," I kind of lost my head. I'd always thought kids were awesome, but figured I'd never have one, and I was fine with that. I had other things to do. But I guess maybe it's true what they say about having your own child changing things, because seeing him smile filled me with joy to near bursting. Or it could just be because he's literally super-cute and a genius. But, apparently, that's what most parents think about their kids. Biology, man. It's a trip.
I caught up on how his fútbol season was going and how he and Addie had put on a puppet show in the basement for her mom and his dads, and how he loved me and wanted to know if we could work on his paper plane designs in the morning, and it seemed like no time passed before dinner was over and Teo was taking him to brush his teeth. Of course, I say it seemed like no time went by, but my body reminded me I was tired by a heaviness and exhalation as they left the room.
Michael knew something was up — Teo had said something to him while Sevvy and I were setting the table — but he needed details. So, I went over it again for him, this time more briefly and interspersed with yawning. We cut it short, agreeing to talk more in the morning, because by then it was time to read to Sevvy and kiss him goodnight. I got to read a story this time, semi-reclining against a pillow and the headboard of his bed, as he leaned back against me, the comfortable, comforting warmth of him easing into my chest, and his breaths shifting as he got sleepier. I meant to go into the other bedroom, but he clung to me, mostly asleep, when I tried, so I settled in next to him and let myself drift off with my arms around my precious guy. It felt so sweet, just at my last waking moment, to imagine him and the woman I loved meeting soon. If it meant I had to burst with happiness when it happened, I teased myself in my own head, at least that was a good way to go.
In the morning there were banana pancakes and a good session of making paper airplanes of different shapes and designs, and observing how far, how fast, and how true each flew, me explaining some of the dynamics behind the folds we were making and the forces of wind and gravity as we played. I patted his head and left him drawing a bluebird on the side of one of the more swoopy ones, realizing that if I waited much longer to shower I'd be even more behind schedule than usual. I paused for a few minutes to re-read my texts:
Are you home safe, mon amour?
Yes, finally. You?
Traffic was awful, but it gave me time to think about you. I miss you already.
I couldn't help my cheesy, swooning grin.
Me too. Not much longer.
I know. Have a lovely time with Severo. I love you very much.
I love you, too. See you soon. The carriage house, right?
Yes. I'll be waiting, my love. XO
XO to you, too, baby mine.
I must have lain on the bed for a while, just… shmooping out and grinning, because sure enough, I was only half-dressed when the honk sounded out in the driveway, and I heard Teo yell out the screen door, "come on up! Her highness is late, as always." A few minutes later, as I was finishing my eyeliner, there was a brief knock before, or really as, 'Nique barged in and plopped herself on the bed.
"Hey, hey. How's it going? How far are you from ready," she asked. She had known me a long time, now, as a co-worker at various healing centers and retreats, a friend, and my sometime kind of chauffeur. She knew the deal.
"Hey. I'm totally almost there," I answered, finishing the last swoosh and capping the tube. Funny how I'd started doing it like I used to, now and then. She gave a wry look askance at my suitcase, which was erupting with unfolded clothing, toiletries and electronic charger cords. "What? No, just help me zip it up," I told her. She ended up sealing it with a great effort after I pushed everything just past the edges and sat on it.
Downstairs, I had to say goodbye to my boys, again. Sevvy wasn't thrilled, but he was used to it, and accepted it when I told him I'd be back in twelve days. The bigger boys probably wished I had a bit longer to gossip first, but as adults they accepted my circumstances and sent me off with kisses on my cheeks.
"Okay, so Teo said you're into someone," 'Nique said as we left town limits. "You know you've got to tell me, now." I half-laughed, half-groaned. I was happy with the news I was sharing, and I was happy to have these people in my life who cared about what was going on with me, but I'd need another cup of coffee before unpacking the whole Amazing Surprise Ex Reunion story again.
We spent the trip in our usual way, telling stories and giggling and shouting along when she put on some dirty, ancient Prince songs. We arrived at the center just in time to grab a bite before the staff meeting started, and then got to unpacking our supplies in the massage and yoga rooms.
It was dark by the time she dropped me at the B&B, teasing me lightly about if I was sure I would have as good a time not staying in our usual shared room at the retreat center. I laughed along, but as soon as I closed the car door and she rolled off, I was filled with a thrumming, visceral excitement that made me hold my breath, squeezing myself and rising on my toes, an electric sparkle moving from my chest to lower belly, and further down. I took a moment to take a deep breath, both savouring the moment and grounding myself, then turned and gathered my things in my arms and headed inside. Nobody was at the front desk, so it took me about two seconds to sign in and take off for the carriage house suite. I only made it partway down the path to the door, shoes crunching gravel, when the door opened, a welcoming, golden light spilling out from within. And within that glow, and the outdoor light's whiter circle, she stood: Delphine. My love. Her hair down, softly curling to her shoulders, gorgeous in plain jeans and a tank top, drawing her to me with her smile.
I thought we were just going to embrace and have a quick kiss before ducking inside, but it turned into much more than that. I've had, you know, a lot of really good lovers in my past, but nobody kisses like Delphine fucking Cormier. It's not even her technique, though my god, she's got it, but just the way she somehow just, like, emotes and puts out this energy. It's like, she wants to kiss me so badly, to express herself, that she puts her soul into it. I can just feel how strongly she wants to be with me, like she's drawing me into some kind of spiral of love, or something. I feel like I'm not expressing myself well, here. Maybe it's because I can feel that intensity, that meaning from her whenever she kisses me, and not just when it's a deep kiss. Even when she's gentle, barely brushing my lips with hers, tickling me just the tiniest bit with her tongue, mingling our breath… Jesus. It's like something beyond me, and her. Her lips touch mine and her hands cradle my face and it makes me think of stardust, and time, and what atoms we could have shared all the way back to the big bang, the forming of the universe. Or maybe it's just because I love her, and she's brilliant and sweet and gorgeous and… no, I go back to the shared atoms theory. It's like we were a part of each other before we even knew each other, and then, when we met… Boom.
Or maybe we were together in past lives.
Anyway, she started kissing me in that way, holding me tightly and drawing me in, and I was going right along with it and kissing her harder, and I was practically ready to rip my undies off and twirl them around my head, she got me so… wow. The only thing that was stopping me from it wasn't being outside, it was that I was just dying for her to rip them off me. Instead, I pressed into her to push her back into the room, and I felt something, I wasn't sure, but… I pulled back a bit and looked at her.
"Whoa, Doctor Cormier, is that a, a dildo in your pocket, or are you happy to see me," I joked, breaking into a sweat.
"Why can't it be both," she teased. Delphine fucking Cormier. Packing. A. Strap-on. My undies practically slid off of me from the rush of wetness to my core at that. This time I gave her a good shove inside, clinging onto her, and she laughed and kept backing up, pulling me onto the bed.
You'd have thought we hadn't seen each other for months, the way we kissed and grappled, shucking our clothing while trying to keep our bodies from breaking apart, not only two days. But then, before we met again at the retreat in the rainforest, we hadn't seen each other for years. We had a lot to make up for… rediscover… discover.
We kissed as we pulled off the last of our clothing, her sitting on the bed and me straddling her lap. God, the moles and freckles on her neck slayed me. The way I wanted her and she wanted me building into a rising, echoing feedback loop made me forget every bad thing that had ever happened. The way she grabbed me and flipped us over, I gasped and chuckled, remembering that first time we were together, way back when, when she was so nervous but so eager under it all, and vacillated, shaking, between this so-soft, tender hesitance and a somewhat clumsy, but still thrilling, desire-spurred aggression. But we were both older and had experienced so much more since then, learned where our needs and our power were. My laughter was cut off by a low, spontaneous and uncontrollable groan as she slid her strong, slim legs between mine and the surprise toy pressed against me. I simultaneously wanted her inside me that instant and wanted to just make out with her for hours, luxuriating in the sensation of our whole bodies rolling together, building in a slow tease. I was suddenly glad we'd had that conversation in that night-dimmed room back at the resort, occasionally distracted by the orange sparks and glow of hot rocks rolling down the volcano, about what we really liked, what we'd really like to do to and explore with each other, when we got back to the states. I was also glad that she'd decided to be bold and surprise me. She could be such an angelic picture of feminine charms, soft hair, wide eyes, perfect bow mouth. She could be so gentle, protective, romantic and inviting, drawing me into her. But to have her this way, forward and assertive, proving her desire to fill me, fuck me, fall into me, to know that she had strapped that harness on and tucked that silicone shaft under her pants, feeling it press against her leg and shift as she waited for me to arrive, made me shudder in pleasure and anticipation. It played with everything many people would assume about a soft-spoken, thoughtful, French beauty in a dress, fucked merrily with the gender roles and swung to, from and between give and take. To be honest, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world at that moment, full and spilling over with yesses and brushing up against nirvana. She slid down my body, kissing, sucking and nipping, and every little thing she did to me blew my mind all over again.
Will it make sense to you if I tell you that what she did to me that night felt both revelatory and like the most inevitable, comfortable thing in the world? The way we connected made everything feel so right, so real, as if it and our union were some universal, foregone conclusion. I had learned a lot about free will and destiny over the years of my spiritual searching, discovering. Being with Delphine was like the perfect blend of both of them at once. We were meant to be together; we chose to be together. It was so easy and had been so hard.
And the amazing way Delphine threw heart and soul into every kiss? That wasn't limited to kisses on the mouth.
She brought me to a slow, soft tremor of an orgasm with her lips and tongue, groaning into me in appreciation the whole time. Then she slid up my body and entered me with such reverent, intense, precise attention to how every shift made me feel and react, when we rocked together it felt like we were some deeply connected, perfectly tuned instrument. The cello and the bow needed each other, worked in tandem to make each note, each moan, each sigh. And she played me like an expert, like I was resonant, rare and precious, until I could barely move, much less come, anymore.
Lucky, lucky me. The luckiest girl.
The harness thrown to the floor, we held each other, mingling scents and sweat. She pulled the sheets up to our waists and stroked my head on her shoulder. I was totally, as 'Nique would say, wored. out.
"Mmm, baby. You're amazing," I told her, nuzzling her neck. "I'm just so happy to be here with you."
"Me too, mon amour," she smiled, pulling back her head to place a kiss on my forehead. "It still feels like such a miracle, that we found each other again. After two days I was like a little kid, unable to stay still or think about anything but being with you. I love that you're real, here, in my arms."
"Oh, I'm real," I chuckled, "and will probably be a little sore, later on. The things you did to me. I need to recover. Would you mind if I get you back tomorrow?"
She let out an amused scoff and ruffled my dreads.
"Of course, my love. You get your rest. Besides, I had a wonderful time myself, making love to you, watching you release. I don't need any more, now, except maybe some water."
I cocked my head to look at her as she slid gently from underneath me, smiling as she took a step backward toward the bathroom.
"Really," I asked, with a twist of my lips. I was feeling a little coy, wanting to make sure she didn't feel cheated.
"You couldn't tell?" she stepped back toward me and gave me a little stroke on my hip, smile spreading. She leaned down and kissed me, then spoke lowly into my ear. "I couldn't help it, mon amour. Just watching you is enough to make me come."
Holy crap. I was slack-jawed. The luckiest girl alive.
Before I could say anything, she slipped into the bathroom. There was the sound of the sink running and a little splashing, then she came back with two glasses of water. We both drank, my eyelids beginning to droop, and she set the glasses on the nightstand, adjusting back under the covers so I could put my head on her shoulder again. As I let gravity sink my cheek into her chest and inhaled her unmistakable, intoxicating scent, it felt like, at that moment, everything was right in the world. I fell asleep there, cozy and satiated.
Of course, when I woke up a bit later, I was careful not to rouse her. I had a quick pee and a wash-up, then found myself grinning as I brushed my teeth, seeing the relaxed curve of her cheek in the moonlight through the slightly-open door, my special, sleeping beauty. I spent a minute just watching her, plotting. I resolved I would surprise her with some moves of my own, come morning.