Hey there again! Here is the next chapter...I'm really awkward with writing make-out "sessions" or smut so I'm a bit anxious but here you go. BIG thank you to Ehpoca I'm feeling so honored for what you said and your reviews make me happy ;) Also...welcome new follower!

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„You're sure, you never did this before? " Cosima gasps around eager, hungry lips, against teeth sinking into the flesh of her own bottom lip roughly. She's writhing from the sensations the cold glass of the mirror she is pressed into and the pleasant, flickering heat Delphine's fingers, which glide over her thighs, her waist, pressing boldly against her taut stomach, create in her.

Delphine angles her head, purrs against Cosima's open mouth:

"Non…not with a girl." Then she surges forward again, catching Cosima's groan between her lips, her tongue wraps itself around the sound, to savor it, caress it with playful strokes. Her longing for Cosima is severe, insatiable even, today, making Cosima lightheaded because every breath she gets to suck into her lungs she has to share with the blonde, showering her face with sweet butterfly-kisses which leave Cosima aching for when her mouth returns to hers, making the Ravenclaw arch her back forward, away from the tinged mirror, into Delphine's pulsing desire.

"I practiced with boys, though." She pants, words ghosting over Cosima in a whisper as they fill their burning lungs with much needed oxygen to not pass out. Then she is peppering Cosima's neck with kisses, nipping on the patch of skin under which Cosima's pulse thrums like a drum, flicks her tongue over it drawing the most primal sounds from the other girl. She doesn't give herself the luxury of a deep breath, not today, not when she can reach every part of Cosima's body, not when time is too precious to be wasted on words.

Cosima's arms snake around Delphine's neck trapping her between the crook of her neck and the curve of her shoulder and while she sees stars bursting in a sea of gold she groans:

"That's hard to imagine…Delphine Cormier…practicing kissing."

And it's the truth since Delphine's kisses are like art, her mouth and tongue and teeth her tools with which she splashes all her feelings on Cosima's willing body. Her colors and patterns are the way she angles her head, switches from feather-light touches to long, sensual, deep strokes, they are soft nips on Cosima's tingling skin, sensual licks right under Cosima's ear, rough, possessive bites on Cosima's collarbone.

Cosima knows what good kisses are like, experienced their alluring call and that you can easily lose yourself in them, thinks herself gifted enough to leave people breathless and mind-blown but Delphine's kisses are, compared to all that, exceptional at the very least and so out of her league they play in another galaxy at the best, like good kisses are the earth in the milky way and Delphine's kisses are each and every star and planet in the Andromeda galaxy.

"I am a fast learner." Delphine murmurs, breath skimming over Cosima's bend neck, over the peak of her shoulder, down, down, down the curve of her spine. Cosima is close to falling apart perched there on a sink, in a toilet on the third floor with Delphine standing between her legs, pressed against her in all the deliciously right places so she gently pushes against the blonde's shoulders, to give herself enough space to remember that this is not the place to come undone like her body wants her to.

Though her mind comes to a standstill when Delphine's half-lidded, coal black eyes bore into her, her fingers almost automatically wrap around Delphine's tie to yank her back:

"Damn right." Cosima rumbles and crashes their mouths back together, fingers skipping over opened buttons, between openings in the French's neat button-down where the buttons are still intact, pressing into flushed, warm, vibrating skin.

Something irritates her though, makes her separate from Delphine's addictive taste, because the vibration, that travels from her hand to her wrist to her elbow is too fast, too hectic to be a heartbeat, then Delphine feels it too and groans:

"Merde."

She puts one hand against the mirror, right above Cosima's shoulder to steady herself while the other fiddles with the fine, golden chain Cosima wished would disappear from around the French's neck.

With a sigh and a sudden pressure in her chest Cosima accepts that this is the end of Delphine kissing her senseless for today and the beginning of another lonely evening with bitter thoughts on where Delphine has to run off to every time.

"Putain de merde!" Delphine curses frustrated while she steps away from Cosima, buttons her shirt all the way back up and tempts to tame her hair in which Cosima wrote a dozen words with her hands. Cosima on the other hand falls defeated against the glass behind her and tries to not feel so upset:

"I am so sorry, chérie." Delphine says while she fumbles with her tie dampening Cosima's uncomfortable disappointment momentarily with the term of endearment only to reinforce it with her next rushed words:

"I completely forgot but I have to…" Cosima interrupts her with an irritated huff:

"Yeah, yeah…you have to go…I know."

Since Delphine, very colorfully, showed Cosima that it wasn't a sexual identity crisis that made her distance herself from the Ravenclaw, a couple of days ago in the green-house her daily routine hadn't changed much. She came to Transfiguration again the other morning and spend every free minute kissing Cosima silly in the library, in the dark corners of lonely corridors or in the girl toilette on the third floor but whenever the sun began to set she had to rush away in a flurry of muttered French and repeating apologizes, leaving Cosima with a bad feeling in her stomach and a chaste good-bye kiss.

"Every damn night you have to go and you can't even tell me where or why." Cosima grumbles with crossed arms barely keeping herself from glaring daggers at the, still looking rather disheveled, girl.

Delphine sighs exhaustedly and steps between Cosima's legs again, hands on Cosima's arms which responds by leaning further back into the wall:

"J'ai te dit, ma chérie, I cannot tell you."

Cosima rolls her eyes:

"And that's supposed to be enough to make me stop wondering?" Delphine's guilty expression sends a pang right into the Ravenclaw's heart:

"It has to be for now."

"What if it's not?" Cosima questions with raised eyebrows and hands held at either side of her chest.

The way Delphine's eyebrow's knit together, her eyes go wide and her mouth pulls into a pout make it all too clear for Cosima that the blonde doesn't want to imagine what happens if the dreadlocked nerd is right. She weaves the fingers of one hand through Cosima's, who lets her even though she is troubled and cradles the brunette's jaw with the other:

"Cosima…You are…très important pour moi…and I…I want to give this," she motions between them with the hand that is not interlocked with Cosima's, "I want to give us a chance…I really do mais…I can't answer your questions, now."

"I want that, too." Cosima responds with a quiver in her voice: "But I don't see it happen. Not with all your…sly shit in the way." She finishes, reclaims her hand and scoots as far as possible away from Delphine. Delphine's shoulder slump and her face gets hidden by strands of golden light when her chin drops to her chest and she keeps silent for so long that Cosima mumbles contritely:

"Maybe you should go."

Instead of following her suggestion the French surprises her:

"I will tell you…everything you want…when the time is right."

Her words are not enough to make her heart unclench albeit they reduce the pressure so much that Cosima can breathe again:

"And you're gonna decide that all alone…the right time?"

Delphine shakes her head and murmurs quietly:

"It is not me…who gets to decide…it's McGonagall."

"What?" the geeky Ravenclaw asks bewildered: "Why?"

Delphine contemplates struggles then shrugs:

"She has a more…general view on the whole situation…I really want to tell you, Cosima…but she knows when it will be safe enough to do that."

"Safe enough?" Cosima shrieks, hands clamping down on the blonde's shoulders making Delphine wince slightly, hating every single meaning Delphine's words could possibly carry.

"Calm down…it is okay…they help me to keep the danger away...nothing will happen." Delphine attempts to sooth her fears, places gingerly kisses to the side of her head, caresses her back in gentle strokes after Cosima put her forehead against her sternum and buried her hands in her shirt.

"It is okay…" Delphine repeats gently as often as Cosima needs to hear it to calm her frightened heart:

"It's okay…" she eventually mumbles and lifts her head to look at the blonde: "Just remember to come back to me."

Then she cups Delphine's face with both her hands to draw her closer and covers the blonde's full lips with her own in a sweet and loving kiss. When she opens her eyes again Delphine smiles at her so wide, it seeps into her own orbs, intermingling them with amber dots:

"Always."

The promise, one that can be never truly kept, echoes still between the white tiles, even long after Cosima is left alone in the room, straining to not give into her anger, frustration and fear.

Considered the time it took me to write this...this is way too short. Well, if you're interested I'll likely wrap this story up in 25 chapters total...so stay tuned! :)

tbc.