Her mother always told her to take what she wanted if she really wanted it. And Cosima really, really wanted Delphine.
It was harmless at first. She wanted to be her friend. Minnesota got lonely; she'd left all her family and friends behind in San Francisco. Sure the people in the lab were nice enough, but none of them were really 'friends'. And ever since the whole business with Beth and Alison and Katya, she didn't have time to keep up with personal relationships on top of all her dissertation work.
But Delphine was different. Delphine wanted to be her friend, and invited her places, and did a marginally stupid thing with her and actually was fun to have a conversation with. Delphine was nice.
Delphine was more than just a friend, maybe.
What was that saying? "Depending on the time of day, the French go either way"? Or was that a lyric from some musical? Whatever it was, that theory had tested out correct.
She rolled over in bed slightly and stared at Delphine's face. It was so close that she didn't need her glasses to see her properly, she could actually look at her face and mark every little spot and line perfectly. She smiled to herself and closed her eyes, remembering the previous night, and the rustle of the sheets and the feel of lips and tongue on skin and teeth and the back-arching experience, the hands tangling in hair, the soft fingers after when she couldn't even remember what Sarah had been worrying about in relation to the woman in her bed. Her mind was blank, bliss, and she was oh so happy in that moment that she didn't care that this could have been the defining moment, that this could lead to her doom.
Delphine had responded to her. She had let her touch her, kiss her, and do so much more than simply 'be her friend'. Delphine maybe wasn't so bad after all.
And if she was lying in white sheets with the enemy, so be it. Fraternizing with the enemy left a sweet taste in her mouth as it was.
She reached out a hand and softly cupped Delphine's face, smiling to herself again and moving ever closer to the blonde, foreign beauty she was slowly falling for, and rested her head under Delphine's chin, drifting back off to sleep. She would deal with whatever problem this but of recklessness had caused tomorrow, when the time came for her to have to fight back Leeky and Olivier and everyone else who wanted something to do with them. But right now that didn't matter. What did was the soft beat of Delphine's heart beat and the slow sun seeping into the room and the dusty smell of her white sheets and the blissful abandon she had latched onto in her mind.
Her mother had always told her to take what she wanted if she really wanted it. And last night she had done just that.