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She watches Cosima in the lab. Her quickly flying fingers, her speed of thought and speech. And it makes her heart swell more. The more she watches Cosima. The closer they get, the more she feels. Cosima’s excitement at studying her own biology, her own genetic code pleases her. And this too, they have in common. Intellectually stimulating, Delphine considers the words. Is that the basis of her connection with Cosima? It is certainly what Aldous intended. Then again whatever Aldous intended, their relationship can be whatever they want.
“Uhh… Delphine?” Cosima’s voice prompts her. “Is this all you have on Jennifer?”
“Yes. I think… I think we need a break. Let’s…get lunch.” Delphine is quick enough to lead Cosima to the cafeteria. And she means to grab lunch from here. But maybe she should have left Cosima in the lab? Or Leekie’s empty office? How many employees would know what the clones look like? Would anyone guess what Cosima was?
“I mean… Dyad food isn’t bad.” Cosima comments. “If you’re sure I am allowed in the cafeteria.”
“Non… it’s fine… We could… go elsewhere.”
“Like… out?”
“Like… back to my place. It’s a quick subway ride.” Delphine suggests. “We could… come back to work in the evening. If we need to.”
“That’s… interesting.” Cosima’s eyebrow raises in her direction. “Or we could just take lunch to go and go back to our lab.”
She leads Cosima out and down the concrete stairs. This much is easy, she knows the area well. After a year with Dyad, how could she not?
“Too many stairs.” Cosima comments as they descend to street level.
“It is not the most efficient building design. There is a ramp.” Delphine glances around for it, but Cosima takes her hand casually. And the feeling of Cosima’s fingers against her own takes her mind elsewhere. The first night, when those fingers had slowly peeled off her clothes, smoothing over her skin. Tempting her until she was begging Cosima to touch her. Until she felt those fingers against her sex, and then inside of her. Feeling those same fingers afterwards, wet and sticky with her own fluids, resting on her thigh and then her chest. Cosima’s hand taking her own again, after wiping her fingers off on her sheets. The smell of the room, the mix of their excitement.
“No… So… where are we going?”
“What do you want? We can go anywhere.” Delphine is quick to offer.
“Delphine…What’s on your way home?”
She takes Cosima to Urban Herbivore, and they get custom salads. She wants something light. They sit to eat and she tries to stay fully present. Tries to keep engaging with Cosima. To keep out of doctor mode. She watches Cosima, and sees that Cosima eats about half of her salad before giving up. Her appetite is something to keep an eye on. Which Cosima knows she is doing.
“It’s a big salad.” Cosima is quick to defend herself.
“It is. Let’s go back to my place.”
“Mmm… you just don’t want us caught on security cameras…I think they might have some interesting footage already.”
Delphine blushes a little, unable to help herself. “Cosima…”
“What? It’s true… but we could be careful. We don’t even have to undress.” And it’s true, they have… messed around… in the lab. More than a little. But certain things she’d rather do in private. Not in front of a security camera she was sure he was personally reviewing the footage for.
And yet, her mind continues to dwell on other stimuli
“Cosima.” Delphine lets her voice call her new lover.
“What? What is it?” Cosima is quick to notice her distraction. Tilting her head as she looks back at her. And this too has the same effect. She wants her. She loves her. She craves Cosima’s love. Wants Cosima to tell her, needs Cosima to meet her here. Wants to make love with her.
“I… want to be alone with you.”
“We’re alone in the lab. It’s not even clone jail, it’s pretty nice now.” Cosima shrugs. “We have so much time alone. We’re alone now. Well sort of.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
Cosima looks at her, almost as if challenging her to say it. “Then what did you mean?”
That much Delphine knows. She wants to make love with her. It is necessary.
“I want to have sex.” Delphine says instead. Watching a smile spread across Cosima’s face. This much she can say. It’s safe to desire Cosima.
“OK.” Cosima grins, and Delphine realizes this has all been a tease. Cosima must know what she’s been thinking. Cosima is quick to place a kiss to her mouth, quickly. Cosima’s lips against hers satisfies her a little. But it’s not enough. It makes her thinks of those lips pressed to her neck, her breasts, her sex, the backs of her knees. Everywhere Cosima kisses her. Everywhere she teases her. And it can go on for hours. Cosima is slower, more dedicated to foreplay than any lover she’s ever had. She’ll never enter her unless she’s already had an orgasm or two.
And Cosima craves cunnilingus in a way that still surprises her. Particularly as the weeks pass and the need to impress presumably goes down, but Cosima’s desire to taste her. To press her mouth to her sex doesn’t change. If anything, Cosima becomes more adamant, more blatant about her desire. She asks for it, Delphine never does. But she certainly won’t refuse her. Cosima is aroused by the smell of her arousal, and the sheer sensual nature of that gets to her deeply. Even if it is just desire on Cosima’s end… Delphine thinks. Maybe someday soon it can be more.
“Hey. Let’s hurry back to your place.” Cosima is in agreement, and they do. She is quick to board the elevator, her apartment isn’t too far from Dyad, but it’s nothing special. A one bedroom. Furnished simply. Cosima hasn’t complained. She’d stayed here with her. Without question.
“Oh..” Cosima is quick to put their leftovers into the fridge, to take her hand and lead her to her own bed. Where the same slow perfect torture begins. Cosima’s lips against hers, her tongue in her mouth, the heat of her skin against her own. Under her hands. And Cosima is slow. Fingers just beginning to work buttons, to pull her blouse off her shoulders, and off of her arms.
“J’ai envie de toi.” Delphine speaks as honestly as she dares. Holding Cosima’s face between her hands. She begins to undress Cosima. She is getting more confident at it. She can stroke at a breast or a hip. She can do whatever is needed for Cosima to feel…loved. She does want, Delphine thinks. Whatever was lacking in her before isn’t lacking in Cosima’s arms. She wants to touch, wants to please… wants just about everything she never could have imagined before.
“Uhh you smell amazing.” Cosima is quick to tell her between kisses that drop from her neck to around her navel. Cosima’s hot mouth is quick to dip lower, a hand coming only to brush wiry groomed curls out of the way. She watches her, Cosima’s dark eyes, her lovely face. Her total ease at doing this.
“Mmmm.” Cosima hums at the first contact, her mouth eagerly coaxing pleasure from her body. And she doesn’t just lick half-heartedly either. Delphine cannot stop herself from making sounds. From mutterings of pleasure under her breath. From making far too much noise. Cosima is only more excited by this, she can see it in the way Cosima’s own hips move. In the mumbled moaning sounds from Cosima. All of it sends her over the edge in record time. Her climax causes her body to pulse and she cries out loudly again.
She is a helpless mess in Cosima’s arms, craving connection, craving pleasure. And maybe it is all the same, Delphine reasons, even as they adjust position. Cosima hovers over her, a hand dropping between her legs. Her finger stroke and penetrate within minutes, and Delphine sighs just a little.
“Oui. Comme ça.” She tells her, knowing Cosima is capable of understanding that much. She hopes it excites her more. To hear her speaking her own language. That it gets across her need better somehow.
When Cosima is inside her, she feels it. So much emotion for such a relatively small intrusion. She clings to her. Her eyes tear up, her heart pounds, her thighs shake. She wants to tell her. Longs to tell her, but refuses to form the words. It’s too soon.
“You feel so good.” Delphine mumbles instead.
“Mmmm. Craven addict.” Cosima teases her.
“Oui.” And she is, Delphine thinks. How could she not be? She comes twice more, clenching around two of Cosima’s perfect fingers. She lays on the bed panting helplessly and feels completely undone by this. By the love of this woman. Of Cosima, who is so much more to her than she could have ever imagined.
“Oh Delphine.” Cosima wipes her face off on the sheets. Cosima hadn’t suggested she return the favour. And Delphine wondered a little when she would. Or if Cosima would wait to be asked. She moves to kiss her and tastes herself, and finds it more exciting with time. It doesn’t shock her anymore.
She begins to touch Cosima, taking her time. She kisses Cosima’s neck the way she knows her beloved likes. And finds Cosima is already desperate. And so is she. How can she not be? They rub against each other, sex to thigh, sex to hip, sex to sex. And the desire to push herself into Cosima becomes maddening.
“I want to be inside of you.” Delphine whines, rubbing up against her. They’d found that penetration often caused Cosima to be sore, even if she enjoyed it during the moment. Probably related to the growths but Cosima only nods. Eager to feel her. Eager to have her. And that too, Delphine finds, is more than enough. To be with Cosima. To love her.
“Yeah. Of course.” She enters her, making a little sound in her throat. Moving languidly, trying to be as gentle as possible. Trying to prevent pain, and Cosima is drenched, swollen, everything seems perfect. And the smell, Delphine thinks. Especially the smell of Cosima’s sweat. Cosima’s desire.
“Delphine…” Cosima whines, and she makes a decision watching how Cosima writhes under her hand. She could do more. She should want to do more.
"Je veux te faire l'amour." Delphine whispers. And she does. She always does. But Cosima isn't put off by her being romantic. Or attentive.
She lowers her mouth to taste Cosima. Her tongue tentatively darting out for a taste. Obsédée. Delphine thinks to herself as she takes another lick, as she mimics some of what Cosima has done to her. Obsédée.
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