Cosima had finally calmed down enough to start getting ready when her phone rang. When she saw Delphine's name flash across the screen, she raced to answer it.
"Delphine? Baby where are you?" she cried, her voice shaking.
"Cosima? It's Mark..."
"Mark? Where is Delphine? Why do you have her phone?" She demanded.
"She's just in the bathroom. Look, I'm not the guy I was in high school. I'm trying to make amends-"
"Mark I don't have time!"
"I'm trying to help you!" Mark finally raised his voice. "You've got to get down here."
"What's wrong with Delphine?" She asked softly, sensing his hesitation.
"She was so upset, crying and saying you two broke up. She said I could kiss her if I wanted, but I know she loves you. It's obvious-"
"It isn't obvious that I love her?"
Cosima's question was received with silence. It hurt her more than she could have prepared for. From an outsiders perspective, Delphine's love was one sided.
"I tried to distract her, buy her a drink. But she's had a few and ..."
"And she's relentless when she's drunk," Cosima whispered. "Just tell me where she is."
When Cosima got to the hotels second bar, she immediately spotted her. It was hard not to. She was dancing with Mark, her tiny body swaying perfectly. Cosima couldn't help but stop and watch. The light hit her porcelain skin perfectly and those perfect golden curls seemed to bounce to the rhythm. She had never heard the song before, but watching Delphine dance to it, she felt like it was her favorite song now.
She watched the way Delphine avoided touching Mark, but when he touched her, even the simplest touches, she closed her eyes and breathed in the moment. Cosima was realizing that was all Delphine had wanted. Just to be touched, even in the simplest of ways. To feel connected to someone. Cosima sighed. There was no way in hell she was going to let Delphine connect with anyone else.
"Have you heard what I said?" Delphine whispered, leaning in towards Mark.
"No... I heard..."
"You can kiss me if you want," Delphine purred.
"What do you want?" Mark asked, glancing behind her to Cosima.
"I want to be kissed," Delphine whispered sadly.
Cosima spun her around, kissing the blonde wildly. She pressed Delphine's body against her own, her tongue pushing through until it met Delphine's.
"Cosima," she breathed, her entire focus on Cosima.
When she pulled away, Cosima saw her, just for a moment. The old Delphine. She saw her in the way her hazel eyes opened slowly and she smiled sweetly, her cheeks pink.
And then, like a curse, the memories came flooding back. Cosima watched the sadness creep into her eyes as they filled with tears. She saw the way the smile faded until her lip began to quiver.
"Excuse me," Delphine whispered, glancing back towards Mark without actually meeting his gaze.
By the time Cosima spun around, Delphine was already into the hotel lobby. Cosima raced to catch her, rushing to the elevators. With the doors closing, Cosima threw her arm between them, stopping them at the last second. The move made Delphine gasp.
"What if the doors had broken your arms?" She cried.
"Then you'd know what I'm willing to do for you."
"Cosima, what do you want from me?"
"Nothing. Just you. I just want you, baby."
"No, you don't," Delphine whispered, her voice shaking.
As Cosima approached, Delphine backed away. Still, Cosima wasn't giving up so easily. In the small elevator, it didn't take long for Delphine to back herself into the corner. Her eyes widened as she realized she was trapped. Cosima made sure to stand so she blocked both of Delphine's exit paths, closing the void between them. She cupped Delphine's face, trying to ignore the fact that Delphine glanced down, unable to look at her.
"I'm sorry," Cosima whispered.
"Cosima..." her words were cut off by Cosima's kiss, gentle at first but desperate and urgent. She didn't break the kiss, even when Delphine moaned. Instead, she inhaled the soft moan, letting her hands get lost in Delphine's golden curls.
"This is all you wanted, isn't it?" Cosima asked, pulling away and giving Delphine a quick kiss.
"I wanted you to have a normal life, even for a little. And it worked. You're health is much better..."
"Delphine-"
"No, it's the truth. On Monday, I'm going to talk to Leekie. I'm going to recommend Taylor."
"Recommend her for what?" Cosima demanded.
"Your monitor."
"I don't want Taylor to be my monitor!" Cosima snapped.
"If not Taylor, it'll be Scott. The choice is yours."
"You are my monitor!" Cosima raised her voice.
"And in two weeks, I won't be," Delphine said sadly.
"What are you saying?"
"Come Monday, I'm telling Leekie that I resign. I can't be your monitor and-"
"No! I need you! You're ... you're a doctor..." Cosima pressed her hand to her forehead the way she always did when she was overwhelmed. This couldn't be happening.
"Cosima, no other monitor is a doctor. And I can't be around you and her," she flicked a stray tear as she stepped out of the elevator, trying to hurry to the hotel room.
"There is no Taylor and me. It's just you and I. Just us," Cosima pleaded as they slipped into the hotel room.
"There is no us, Cosima. You've made that abundantly clear."
Cosima pushed Delphine to the bed, studying the blonde. "I can change your mind."
"With sex? Great plan," Delphine quipped, hating the way her breathing was already erratic. Her heart was shattered, but her other body parts were on edge, trying to pull themselves to Cosima.
"I know your body," Cosima whispered, lifting the shirt off of Delphine. She unzipped her skirt, smiling when the blonde lifted her hips, letting the brunette undress her. Cosima ran her hand down the blonde's side, watching as Delphine's back arched instinctively. She lowered her head, kissing Delphine's thigh. Delphine's legs instantly parted.
"And your body responds to my touch," she purred.
"I'm drunk. My body would respond to a cucumber," Delphine fired back. They both knew it was a lie, but she didn't want Cosima to know she had so much power.
"Just let me focus on you tonight," Cosima purred.