A limo had arrived at Cal and Sarah's place at noon. Sarah thought it was a bit much, but she wasn't complaining. She'd always wanted to ride in a limo, not that she'd ever admit that. The long ride gave her time to think. Helena had survived and she was ecstatic about that, she couldn't wait to have her sister back. But she was going to have to spend an entire plane ride with Delphine. The French woman consumed her thoughts and dreams. She wanted more of her. Still the thought of hurting Cosima kept her from openly pursuing Delphine. Would she be with Delphine if Cosima weren't an issue? Would Delphine want her then?
She arrived at the airport then. A large plane was sitting on the tarmac, they drove right up to it. A private plane, of course. Delphine was standing outside. Her hair blowing in the wind, sunglasses on, and a leather jacket and tight black pants. God she looked good. This was going to be a long flight, she thought to herself.
"Bonjour, Sarah." Delphine said once she stepped out of the limo.
"Hey." Sarah replied meekly.
They walked onto the plane together. "Whoa." Sarah said when she stepped inside. The plane was big and the inside was amazing. Expensive, fancy chairs lined the walls. There were tables scattered throughout the place.
"You like it?" Delphine smiled down at her.
"Yeah, this is better than some of the homes I lived in." She sat her bag down on one of the tables and took a seat. The chair was more comfortable than any chair she had sat in before.
Delphine sat down next to her. "We should be there in about four hours." They buckled in as the plane took off.
Sarah nodded her head. "Good."
"One of my contacts reported back from Mexico." Delphine spoke, trying to ease the tension. Sarah looked up at her expectantly. "Helena is doing okay. She was dehydrated and starving when they found her. She had some cuts and bruises, but nothing major."
Sarah let out a breath and pushed her hair to the side. "Thank god she's okay." At that moment, the plane hit some turbulence. Sarah grabbed hold of Delphine's hand and held it tight.
"Don't like flying?" Delphine asked as she held onto Sarah's hand, her thumb rubbing circles over Sarah's knuckles.
"No." Sarah said through gritted teeth. She was trying not to focus on the shaking plane.
"Statistically, you are more likely to die in a car crash than a plane crash." Delphine said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, so?" It doesn't make this any less easy."
"So," She felt Delphine move closer to her. "Relax." Her breath was at her ear, whispering into it. Sarah turned to her and kissed her then. Delphine was surprised but reciprocated and kissed her back. They kissed until the turbulence passed.
"Sorry," Sarah said, slightly breathless when she pulled away.
"No, it's okay." Delphine said softly. She stood up then and offered Sarah her hand. "Come with me."
Sarah eyed her suspiciously, but took Delphine's hand anyway. Delphine led them towards the back of the plane, toward a bedroom. "A bed?" Sarah was surprised. This plane had everything.
Delphine moved her hand across her cheek. "I want you," she whispered. She bit her lip and leaned down and kissed Sarah so softly. Sarah relaxed into the kiss. Delphine backed her up into the doorframe. Her hands finding purchase under Sarah's shirt.
Delphine kissed her way down Sarah's throat, focusing on her pulse point. "I want you too." Sarah said when Delphine nipped at her clavicle. Sarah pushed them away from the door and backed Delphine up to the bed. She gently pushed her down and climbed on top of her. She kissed Delphine slowly, letting her hands roam the taller woman's stomach. They slowly undressed each other. As the plane experienced more turbulence, Sarah stopped her exploration of Delphine. She looked up at Delphine, fear showing on her face.
Delphine flipped them over and pressed her body tight to Sarah's. She wanted to distract Sarah from the turbulence so she kissed her deeply and still softly, grinding her hips against the smaller woman's hips, making her cry out. Sarah's hands were everywhere, in her hair, up the back of her shirt which was quickly discarded, grabbing at her ass and pulling her closer. Neither of them were in a rush, they had hours.
Sarah pushed Delphine over and moved on top of her. Delphine had had her every time they had been together; she had yet to have Delphine. She let herself get lost in Delphine. Moving her hands over Delphine's body, caressing her soft skin. Kissing every inch of her that she could. She savored the feel of Delphine's skin beneath her mouth, teeth nipping gently and mouth moving softly against the French woman skin.
She kissed Delphine everywhere, their legs moving to press intimately against each other. Their arousal grew with each touch. "Can I touch you?" Sarah asked quietly against Delphine's lips. Delphine simply nodded her consent. Sarah moved her hand down Delphine's body, touching softly, slowly. "Like this?" She questioned. Delphine silently covered Sarah's hand with her own, their eyes locking as Delphine guided their hands to her clit. Delphine bit her lip and closed her eyes as their hands circled her clit.
Sarah leaned down and kissed across the expanse of Delphine's neck. Delphine released Sarah's hand and turned it over, finding Sarah's sex and gently moving against her. They continued kissing until they were both on the edge of climax. Sarah lifted herself off of Delphine for a better angle, their free hands intertwining on the bed.
They both fell over the edge together. Sarah collapsing on top of Delphine afterwards, her head nestled in the crook of Delphine's neck. Delphine kissed her forehead softly. When Sarah lifted her head to meet Delphine's lips, Delphine gently flipped them over. She kissed behind Sarah's ear before whispering 'I want to taste you,' and moving slowly down Sarah's body.
Cosima and Scott sat together in their lab as electronic music played softly in the background. They had begun their testing for the cure to the mysterious clone disease. They had several lab rats all being administered different variations of the cure. Once they had all been given their respective dosages, save one who was to remain the control, all they had to do was wait.
Earlier they had managed to create the disease within the mice, Scott unsure if the disease would even affect the mice. However, it would seem that the rats were susceptible. So they gathered seven mice and set to testing Scott's cure.
There wasn't much to do once the cure was given to the affected mice besides document their progress or lack-of. Cosima was hopeful it would work, she wanted it to work- needed it too, because if not- she shook those thoughts from her head. "Hey Scottie, wanna get your geek squad together for a game of Rune Wars?"
"And let you humiliate us again?" He asked exasperatedly.
"Yeah, obviously." She gave him a smile he couldn't say no to.
He gave in. "Alright, I'll gather the troops. Can you set up the game?"
Cosima was going to say 'yes' however a coughing fit took over her. Scott rushed to her side. "Cosima, are you okay?"
She wiped her mouth on her sleeve when she recovered from it. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine." She said even as her lungs burned and she tasted blood. She looked over at the mice. She didn't want to die. Taking the cure before it's ready couldn't hurt her, could it? "Which one of those do ya think will be my best chance for a cure?"
"Four, but you know it's not ready yet. We still have loads more tests to run." He reminded her.
"Yeah, I know."
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked again. "I can take you home if need me to."
"Nah, I'm fine." She said. "Besides, I got some ass to kick." She picked up the Rune Wars game and set it up while Scott called his friends, while Cosima eyed the mice again. What did she have to lose by trying it? She was dying anways.