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Cosima broke into consciousness in a bleary daze; a smattering of light kisses dusting along the back of her neck, awoken from her all too distinct fantasy of having a gorgeous French goddess riding her madly, barely making out the moonlight shining through the parted curtains in the familiar room. She vaguely remembered her last few minutes of peaceful bliss as she melted into a relaxed slumber. Her mind slowly engaged in the sensations overtaking her body. She felt a set of oh-so soft lips making their way from the base of her back, up the column of her spine to the sensitive skin of her neck when she realized that her fantasy was indeed a reality, and there was, in fact, a beautiful woman making her way slowly up her back, dusting soft kisses and trailing the back of her knuckles over every sensitive inch of skin available.
“Co-si-ma,” the goddess in question whispered, making her name sound practically pornographic. “Are you awake?”
“Mmm yeah I’m getting there. What time is it?”
“It is either very early or very late, depending on your definition.”
The brunette’s fog cleared slightly and she realized the reason for her wake up call.
“Oh right, yeah, I’ll just grab my stuff and I’ll be out of your hair,” she groped blindly to find her glasses on the bedside table. She struggled to wake up and get out of the awkward situation that was clearly “post-sex regret.”
“That’s not why I woke you, ma cherie…” The blonde captured Cosima’s wrist to turn her face-to-face and held her gently by her chin so that their eyes met.
The brunette slowly understood the implication of Delphine’s words and couldn’t help when a smirk overtook her face.
“So you couldn’t wait until morning to have your way with me, Cormier?”
The blonde blushed furiously, but mustered enough courage to look her directly in the eyes and said, “I did not get my turn.. like I asked.”
“Demanded, more like,” Cosima grinned. She pulled the blonde close as she slipped a bare thigh between her legs, delighted by the wetness she encountered. She rocked against the blonde, now fully awake and aware of the breathy groans she elicited.
“Cosimaaaa, please let me—“ she gasped as a particularly good angle interrupted her train of thought.
“Let you do what?” the brunette teased.
“Let me… Umph. Let me fuck you, please,” she finally managed to blurt out as Cosima decreased her pace and pulled slightly away.
The cheshire grin that had been firmly in place since realizing Delphine’s intentions changed almost immediately to a less cocky, but equally excited look of amazement when she felt the blonde roll them over and pin her to the bed. Now in control, she lowered her hips into the brunette, her arms pinned over her head while she found a new friction and made contact by rolling her thigh gently into her center.
“Delphiiiiine,” the brunette found it inexplicably irritating that it was now her turn to whine, made into a begging heap of moans in a little less than 30 seconds. She noted that her study buddy slash friend slash amazing, naked lover was a fast learner and in all likelihood, she would soon be driving her mad.
Cosima nearly lost it as the blonde’s right hand trailed down her arms, lightly grazing the swell of her breasts, down her torso, over the jut of her hipbone and her fingertips marked lazy circles at the juncture of hip and leg.
“Delphine, please,” the brunette bucked her hips forward in a failed attempt at releasing the tension building between her legs.
The blonde suddenly turned shy, and murmured, “Can you show me, mon ami?”
Cosima wasted no time in capturing her hand and interlacing their fingers, quickly bringing them up to place a soft kiss on her fingertips before gradually leading them down the length of her body, ending with them on her swollen clit. She circled their woven hands expertly over her swollen flesh, her eyes clamped shut, totally overcome with pleasure as Delphine’s fingertips on her sensitive clit.
After a few moments of stroking, Cosima bucked forward, needing a specific release of the pressure building inside her. She softly whimpered for Delphine and guided two of the blonde’s fingers inside her slick center.
“Is this okay?” she let out.
“Oh god yes,” the blonde groaned, feeling the intensity of the heated, wet folds beneath her fingertips, a sensation unmatched in her memory.
Delphine was totally engrossed with the sight before her; her gorgeous lover arching her back, lifting her hips to grind wildly against her hand. All brain function left her other than that was she fucking Cosima— her fingers buried knuckle deep inside her and she knew there was nowhere she would rather be.
She was broken from her slack-jawed adoration when Cosima brought a hand up to gently pinch and tug at her own nipple. The blonde realized she could do more than simply fuck, she could be a willing participant in Cosima’s complete pleasure. She leaned forward to trace the underside of her breast with her tongue, slowly licking upward to capture the unengaged nipple in her mouth. The new angle pressed her fingers deeper into the now cursing and groaning brunette. Something clicked in Delphine as she watched how responsive Cosima was to her thrusting fingers and nips along her skin. She rocked her hips, further propelling her fingers deep into the brunette’s center, pulsing long, heated strokes against rough skin, fingers sliding wildly. She was completely enamored with Cosima’s complete pleasure; the brunette’s eyes screwed shut, one hand nearly splintering the headboard, her legs wrapped firmly around the blonde’s hips, heels guiding deeper and deeper thrusts. Delphine felt a tightening around her fingers, and a string of curses before Cosima collapsed, completely satiated and exhausted. She pressed enthusiastic, but tired kisses along the blonde’s neck.
“Holy shit. I did not know you’d be that good at that,” she managed to whisper. “You are a fast learner.”
“I had an excellent teacher,” Delphine teased.
“Do you know the saying, ‘Practice makes perfect’?” Cosima shot back.