"Cosima, it's nearly empty," Delphine whispered, letting her lips linger on Cosima's ear. They had spent the evening dancing until the stares had subsided. Now, hours later only a handful remained.

"I'm not ready yet." Cosima illustrates her point by tightening her grip on the blonde's waist. Delphine wasn't stupid, she knew Taylor was still there. Watching. Waiting.

"You know, her offer..." Delphine started softly.

"No."

"Cosima, if it's something you want to try..."

"You're going to recommend we take Taylor up on her offer for a threesome? You want that?" Cosima's voice began to rise, but the blush on Delphine's cheeks was enough to keep her volume lowered.

"I never said that. But sex is science. It's just an experiment, really..." Delphine stammered.

"You'd be okay with that?" Cosima asked honestly.

"I want you to experience everything with me at your side. She's realizing that if she can't beat me—

"Join you? That's kinky," Cosima chuckled.

Delphine bit her lower lip, chuckling at the truth behind the joke. She couldn't blame Taylor. When Cosima had been with Shay, Delphine was so desperate for the smallest morsel of Cosima's affection that she may have found herself in a similar situation. In a way, she pitied Taylor because she understood all too well what it meant to yearn for Cosima.

"Ma Cherie, we fly out tomorrow. I won't be upset if you want to have some fun. After all, I'm the one you're leaving here with."

"Because I'm yours."

"Yes, you're mine. And I'm yours," Delphine kissed Cosima, tasting the wine on her lips. She was certain Cosima could taste the alcohol on hers as well.

"Sorry to interrupt," Taylor purred as she swayed towards them. "I've noticed a lot of hushed voices. Have you considered my offer?" She twirled a brown curl around her finger. A nervous habit, Delphine reasoned, suddenly wondering if Taylor was really that anxious over a rejection. Perhaps the beauty had never been denied anything before. Delphine's pity turned into victory over being able to cause a crease into the otherwise perfect world of this woman.

"We, ummm..." Cosima stammered. "We could go to our room for a drink," she offered. The three women shared a nervous smile as they headed for the elevator.

"Let me change and I'll be right over," Taylor whispered as Cosima and Delphine got out of the elevator.

"Sounds perfect. I'd like to change myself," Delphine whispered, suddenly nervous. Cosima had girlfriends and partners before, but Delphine had only ever been with one woman. She knew how to please Cosima but she wasn't sure what Taylor liked or how their bodies would be.

"You're nervous," Cosima whispered when they were alone in the hotel room. "We don't have to do this..."

"It's an experiment. They always make me nervous," Delphine whispered as she headed to the bathroom with a change of clothes.

By the time Cosima changed to her forest green bra and boy shorts, Taylor knocked on the door. She immediately stepped inside, dropping her beige trench coat to reveal a red lace nightie with an elaborate train. Cosima tried not to laugh, but it looked like a costume from an old film noir movie. Instead, she knocked on the bathroom door. "Del, you ready?" She whispered.

A part of her worried Delphine was having second thoughts. A part of her worried she was the one having second thoughts. She had never had a threesome before. Was it supposed to be like this? She didn't feel sexy or horny. She felt uneasy.

The bathroom door creaked open and Cosima gasped. After all this time, she was still in awe of the creature who appeared. Delphine wore a simple grey lace cami and panties, the sheer material revealing enough to get Cosima in the mood. The blonde's head was down, those bouncy blonde curls framing her face.

Cosima rushed to Delphine's side, her arms on both sides of Delphine's hips. Her lips immediately connected with the sensitive skin on Delphine's neck, eliciting a moan from the French woman.

"Cosima," Delphine breathed, craning her neck and letting her hands roam the brunettes body. The women stumbled into the bed, their small moans proving that they had both forgotten about Taylor.

The evening was a blur, thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol they had consumed in the name of a free bar. Their hands and mouths went over every curve and inch of skin. They were both lost in the pleasure of being with each other, forgetting about orgasms and just enjoying each other.

"Baby," Delphine whispered, smiling softly. "We aren't alone..."

Cosima jumped up, having completely forgotten about Taylor. To their surprise, they were alone. "Taylor left," Cosima realized, smiling.

"You had the chance—

"And I still chose only you," Cosima whispered, glancing at the clock. Suddenly, her eyes widened. "Baby, it's 4:30!"

"Our flight leaves at 7!" Delphine jumped up. "And we came upstairs at what, 10? How does that happen..."

Cosima took the moment to kiss Delphine. "Oh, that's how it happened," Delphine answered.

"It's okay, we'll get packed and head to the airport and rest on the plane."

"So it's over then," Delphine raised an eyebrow.

"Good. It was nice to revisit the past, but I'm more excited for the future" Cosima admitted.

"That's all I've wanted to hear you say," Delphine whispered, kissing Cosima.