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A new one for this challenge… Cosima & Delphine 07 please 😊
Cosima Niehaus & Delphine Cormier, Orphan Black
07: I Won Our Bet. I’m Claiming My Price.
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"See?" Cosima pointed out, tapping the paper with her pen. The pattern of the number sequence she'd scribbled down on it, as well as its meaning, was undeniable. "I was right!"
Delphine bent over the piece of paper. "Hm..." she mumbled, "That's... yes, that's... formidable..."
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you," Cosima said from right next to her. When Delphine looked up at her, her eyes met the widest smirk. "Can you repeat that, please?"
Slumping back in her chair, Delphine exhaled, yet then almost immediately mirrored Cosima's grin - not able to keep up the act any longer. She raised her hands in defeat. "You were right."
"Obvs," Cosima winked, drawing another laugh from her girlfriend.
"Well, I wouldn't go that f— What are you doing?!"
As Cosima pushed back her desk chair without any warning, Delpine let out a cry. Cosima, however, was not deterred. Keeping a straight face, she crawled smoothly onto her lap.
"I won our bet," she shrugged matter-of-factly, while her fingers found the lapels of Delphine's lab coat, "I'm claiming my price." She pulled her in before Delphine could object (like she would ever do so), her tongue requesting entry as soon as their lips met. Delphine played along, parting her lips just far enough to graze her tongue across Cosima's.
It was the beginning of a long, intense kiss, which they didn’t break until a low moan escaped either one of them (who could tell at this point?), making them both chuckle.
"So I'm your price, huh?" Delphine panted, her brow playfully raised.
Biting her bottom lip, Cosima smirked at her again. "That's right," she nodded, as her hand slowly slipped down. "You're all mine now, Dr. Cormier... You'd better brace yourself."
The moment Cosima touched her right there, she kissed her again - deep and passionately. It was the same moment Delphine lost all thought.
Well, all but one.
If this was called losing, than she'd never try to win a bet from Cosima ever again!
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3k Celebration Prompts (closed)
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Cophine 7 & 34 pls ;)
forehead against forehead & i missed you kisses
Cosima’s head jerks upwards when she hears the basement door open. It has been three days since she arrived back from the island and she is constantly on edge waiting for the Neolutions to make their next move. Except there’s something familiar about the sound of the footsteps coming down the stairs that quells any fear. She would know the clip of those heels anywhere and she waits with bated breath as Delphine comes into view and drops her bag at the foot of the stairs
“You’re back.”
Delphine runs her hand through her messy blonde hair, clearly tired from her long flight. “I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
She looks Cosima up and down, noticing her bright skin, pink cheeks and shining eyes. Her heart leaps at the sight, a wave of relief washing through her.
“Your cure is working?”
Cosima nods, flashing her a wide grin and jumping from her seat, closing the space between them and falling into Delphine’s open arms.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she says before kissing her unabashedly. She can feel Delphine smiling against her lips.
Her words aren’t enough to convey how much she has missed her, not just during her trip to Geneva but for the months before when the world was conspiring against them being together. She knows now that everything Delphine did – and is still doing, from the little Mrs S has said – is because of the love she has for her and her sestras.
When they finally break apart, they stay close, their foreheads resting against each other, matching smiles adorning their faces.
“I’m so happy you’re home.”
#orphan black#cosima niehaus#delphine cormier#cophine#orphan black fanfiction#my fanfiction#prompt fills#a hundred different kisses
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Chapters: 5/?
Fandom: Orphan Black (TV), Station 19 (TV), Grey's Anatomy
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Delphine Cormier/Cosima Niehaus, Maya Bishop/Carina DeLuca, Delphine Cormier/ Carina DeLuca
Characters: Delphine Cormier, Carina DeLuca, Maya Bishop, Cosima Niehaus
Additional Tags: daily life, Morning, Fluff, surprise
Summary:
Carina and Maya get a surprise visit from Carina's cousin, Delphine.
#delphine cormier#cosima niehaus#delphine x cosima#cosima x delphine#cophine#maya bishop#carina deluca#maya x carina#carina x maya#marina#delphine x carina#carina x delphine#carina x maya x delphine#orphan black#station 19#grey's anatomy#fanfiction#wlw#lgbtq#lesbian
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I’ve been reading a fuck ton of Cophine fics lately and I feel like I really need to update SOMETHING, like, ASAP. brb gonna procrastinate college shit and start writing again. forreal this time. you’re not gonna like the one i’m updating first 😇😇😇😇
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Got this done just a hair before my personal goal of January.
If you’re into writerly critique, please do let me know what you think works and doesn’t. This piece feels different for me than previous chapters, mostly because I’ve been focusing on other projects for several months, and because I’m focused on improving different elements of my craft than I was earlier this year. I also might have been inspired by different works outside of the OB universe, and whatever other media I’m into tends to leak in to my own work.
Also, I’ve been doing line edits for so long I no longer have any idea what English is supposed to look like.
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Days of Why and How
Chapter 12
Steam billows out from the sticky bathroom as Delphine quickly wraps herself in a plush white towel and shakes her dripping curls. Her persistent phone beckons her across the slick tiled floor and back out into her bedroom to the vanity table upon which it currently resides, an unfamiliar number displayed across the screen. She pauses for a moment, wondering who could be calling her—she certainly isn’t expecting a phone call. As she tries to wrack her brain for an answer, she gives in to curiosity and lifts it to her damp ear.
“Allo?”
“Why’s Cosima talking to the Russian mob?”
Even though the voice is familiar to her, Delphine finds herself completely caught off guard.
“Sarah?”
How did Sarah even get her phone number? She has serious doubts that Cosima would share it—that is, if Cosima even has it still saved in her phone. She’d managed to to stealthily input her contact information that night they spent together, hoping that her ex-girlfriend would discover it and eventually give in to temptation.
“Answer my question,” the Brit presses.
Delphine releases a long, tense sigh, making no attempt to hide it from her former friend.
“I’m working on it.”
If Sarah’s now willing to reach out to her for answers, things must be far worse than she had originally anticipated.
“So this does have something to do with you. How did I know?” Sarah sneers.
Sarah’s always been protective of Cosima and she always found it equal parts charming and frustrating. It was nice to know the woman she loved had someone else watching her back, but Sarah had a way of forcing herself between Cosima and everyone else—including herself. In the past, any dates she had gone on with Cosima that included Sarah often culminated in the two of them not-so-subtly slipping away to the bathroom and Sarah stalking off with a scowl on her face and a curse under her breath, leaving Cosima exhausted and Delphine in a precarious position. She always understood how important Sarah was to Cosima and she respected that, and while there was a part of her that craved Sarah’s acceptance, there was secretly another part that viewed her as competition.
“Cosima’s new… friend,” Delphine says, nearly choking on the word. “She’s Bratva.”
She can feel the incredulous laughter coming from the other end as if she’s standing in the same room.
“Jesus fucking Christ. What is it with her?” Sarah muses. “Why can’t she just fall for a normal girl like everyone else?”
She can’t argue with Sarah on that front—Cosima’s tastes have always been… eclectic, to say the very least.
“I’ve already tried speaking with her. She won’t listen to me,” Delphine frowns.
“Yeah, she won’t listen to me either.”
She places Sarah on speakerphone and sets the phone back down on her vanity table. She then proceeds to towel dry her damp hair, continuing on with her routine while still sporting a frown and a furrowed brow. She can tell by Sarah’s voice that the abrasive brunette is just as exasperated by Cosima’s behaviour as she is.
“Sarah, this won’t end well,” Delphine warns. “We need to get her away from all of this.”
“Yeah, I got that feeling when Father Russia himself came marching into Bobby’s.”
Delphine freezes mid-towel down.
“Dmitri Davydov?”
It seems impossible that Davydov would risk exposing himself in the middle of a war zone just for a chance to talk with Cosima. Just how valuable is Cosima to his endgame? More valuable than she is to Aldous’s?
“He stopped by to talk. He wants dirt on Leekie,” Sarah spills.
“Merde.”
The word slips out instinctively as she buzzes around her bedroom, hastily throwing together an outfit and trying her best to remember how to dress herself. The anxiety that had initially settled in her stomach when she first heard Sarah’s voice on the other end of the call is now radiating outward, reaching all of her limbs and catching in her throat.
“She didn’t give you or that scumbag up, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Sarah jabs.
Delphine allows the insult the slide right on past her as she finishes pulling up the zipper on her jeans, then popping the button into place.
“I have to go. You need to keep eyes on her,” she utters.
“What’s that?”
She retrieves her phone, taking Sarah off speakerphone and cradling it between her shoulder and ear.
“Sarah, this is serious.”
There’s absolutely no time to delay.
“I’ll call you when I know more,” she finishes.
Without hesitation, she hangs up the phone and slides it into the pocket of her jeans. She then grabs her Glock off her beside table, as well as the accompanying belt holster. She’s still not entirely used to the contraption and it takes her longer than she’d like to strap it to her body securely. Once she’s figured it out, she’s pulling her boots on and out the front door, her thoughts racing as she tries to plan her next move accordingly.
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“It’s me,” she says, popping her head out the car window to speak clearly into the intercom. “I need to speak with Aldous. It’s urgent.”
Normally at this time in the evening, Aldous would be holed up in his office at Neolution, but ever since they’ve found themselves caught up in a turf war, he’s traded in his office for a variety of safe houses located across the city. While the Bratva haven’t stormed Neolution just yet, they can’t take the risk.
“Just a sec,” a gruff voice responds.
She waits impatiently in her car, fingers tapping on the wheel as she watches the heavy gate in front of her, looking for any signs of movement. Two minutes passes by at an excruciatingly slow rate until finally, the gate budges and she’s free to advance.
As Delphine drives slowly along the path, her eyes quickly take in her surroundings; even though she shouldn’t be surprised given their current situation, the sheer number of armed guards she spots with a quick glance has her stomach in knots. Aldous has always had a security detail follow him everywhere he goes, but from the looks of things, the size of his entourage has tripled.
“Step out of the car, please.”
She recognizes the large, bald man from Neolution, though she can’t recall his name. Nodding, she turns off the ignition and unbuckles her seatbelt, slowly stepping out of the vehicle. She can see the well-lit porch from where she stands and begins to make her way towards it, only two other men cut her off after a couple of strides.
“What is this?” she bites, a flash of anger shooting through her.
“Sorry. Protocol is protocol.”
One of the men gestures for her to raise her arms and she begrudgingly complies, allowing them to pat her down. When they find her gun and remove it from its holster, her anger swells.
“That’s mine.”
“No firearms in the house,” he answers. “Unless you’re one of us.”
She grits her teeth.
These men are only following Aldous’s orders, so she can’t be too upset with them. Even still, the fact that Aldous doesn’t trust her with a weapon in his presence doesn’t sit well with her. She tries her best to keep it down while she’s escorted into the lavish mansion, up a grand flight of stairs, and into yet another one of Aldous’s offices.
“It’s been a long time since you’ve actually visited one of my homes,” Aldous smiles up at her from behind his desk.
“I wonder why that is when the welcoming party is so hospitable.”
A laugh escapes his lips, but he catches it before it gets away from him.
She can tell from the half-empty bottle of scotch and the glowing laptop monitor that Aldous has been working for several hours. While this isn’t uncharacteristic of him, she’s surprised to see him in an amicable mood given everything that’s happening.
“Your men took my gun,” Delphine remarks, arms crossed tightly across her chest.
“It’s not like you to carry a weapon.”
“Given the current climate, I thought it prudent.”
His smile widens, taking on a more reptilian appearance.
“I couldn’t agree more,” he nods.
Aldous presses a button on his desk, speaking into an intercom.
“Diego—please return Miss Cormier’s firearm.”
Her anger dips from a boiler to a low simmer. A moment later, ‘Diego’ is marching into the room—head bowed and tail tucked—and he hands the weapon back to her with a quiet apology before ducking out again.
“Happy now?” Aldous chimes.
Delphine shrugs, dropping into one of the chairs facing him, the leather squeaking beneath the weight of her body.
“You said the matter was urgent—I assume you’ve made progress with Cosima?”
She swallows hard and rakes a hand through curls, trying to mask her anxiety.
“I suppose that depends on how you define ‘progress,’” she admits.
His previously cheery demeanour transforms entirely.
“Where is Cosima, Delphine?”
She can tell by the tone in his voice that his patience has waned; like a viper, he’s prepared to lash out at a moment’s notice, fangs dripping with venom. She’s been on the receiving end of that bite fewer times than most others, but enough times to know that the pain doesn’t easily subside.
Delphine expels a sharp breath.
“Dmitri Davydov just made contact with her.”
She braces herself for the impact.
“What’s that?” he thunders, his quiet rage becoming less quiet by the second.
“He walked into the bar where she works and started asking questions about you,” Delphine explains.
She may be fanning the flames of his wrath, but she knows an even greater inferno awaits her if she withholds information from him at this point. They’ve always had a connection and she trusts now that it will save her from real harm even if it doesn’t shield her from the scolding that she knows will follow.
“She didn’t tell him anything—”
“Not yet.”
“She won’t.”
Aldous stares her down with a steely glare and she meets it head-on, firm in her own conviction. While it’s important now more so than ever to maintain his trust, she knows that if he senses any doubt from her, Cosima’s life will be the one in immediate danger—not her own.
“I thought I told you to take care of this?”
It’s not the anger in his voice, but rather the disappointment that manages to shine through and pierce her armour. She doesn’t know why its sting lingers for so long, but he’s somehow managed to shrink her down several sizes with a simple tone of his voice.
“You shouldn’t have to make yourself smaller. You should never have to be… less.”
Cosima had spoken those words so many years ago and suddenly, they come flooding back in.
“I tried! I told you—she wants nothing to do with me!” Delphine argues.
“Well, if Davydov himself is trying to make contact, you’re going to need to try a whole lot harder.”
She shoots up from her seat—emboldened, incensed. Now she’s the one towering over him and she uses the added height to her advantage, leaning in closer so that he’s forced to look up to acknowledge her.
“What am I supposed to do, Aldous? Tie her up and throw her into the back of a van, kicking and screaming?”
He shrugs.
“Sounds like more of plan than what you’ve got going now.”
She slams her hands down onto his desk.
“No. I won’t allow it.”
Spurred by Delphine’s outburst, Aldous rises smoothly from his chair, composure still intact. He leans in closer to match her, his voice eerily calm.
“The next time Dmitri Davydov pays her a visit, he’s going to be more insistent,” he counters. “Bringing her in “kicking and screaming” is much kinder than anything that man has planned, I can promise you that.”
Delphine stops herself, the harsh reality of his words sinking in.
He’s right.
God fucking damnit—he’s right.
If she waits for Davydov to approach Cosima again, it will be too late. If she forces Cosima to come with her against her will, there’s absolutely no way her ex-girlfriend will ever trust or forgive her again. She had told Cosima that she never expected forgiveness, but she’d be an even bigger liar than she already is if she didn’t secretly pray for it every single day.
But this is Cosima’s life.
What is forgiveness when compared to her life?
“It’s okay.”
His words are meant to be reassuring, but they shake her to her very core until every muscle in her body is stiff and he’s making his way around the desk, wrapping his arms around her in what she can only assume is supposed to be a comforting embrace.
“Relax. I’ll take care of it,” he coos into the crown of her head. “I always do.”
She can’t bring herself to reciprocate the sentiment, standing frozen in his arms. He begins to gently stroke her hair and out of nowhere, a wave of nausea settles in.
“I shouldn’t have asked you to do this in the first place. That was insensitive of me. I know how much she means to you.”
She should be grateful for the sudden change in tune, but she knows better than to trust it; her gut is screaming that something far more sinister is at play here. Sensing her uneasiness, Aldous pulls away only slightly, hands landing on her shoulders like they have so many times before.
“Once we have her back here, you can blame the whole thing on me if you want. I’m not sure if she’ll believe you, but at least your hands will be clean,” he concedes. “Does that sound fair?”
She can feel the colour draining from her face, but all she can do is nod.
Aldous pats her on her shoulder and smiles.
“You look exhausted. Go home and get some rest. I’ll let you know the second we have her in our custody.”
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“Delphine—Delphine—slow down!”
“There’s no time!” she bellows. “They’re probably interrogating her as we speak!”
She doesn’t need to search her reflection to know that her face is completely devoid of colour; whether it’s due to the wave of nausea that violently forced her last meal back up her throat, or the irregular pattern of her heartbeat (she can’t be sure if it’s beating too fast to detect or completely still in her chest), she can feel the blood abandoning her most vital parts, leaving her cold and clammy.
“Cosima isn’t going to say anything. We both know that,” Aldous says, calmly addressing her anxiety.
She aggressively shakes her head in disagreement.
“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of!” she tells him. “If she doesn’t give them anything, they’re going to take it out on her! If she doesn’t—if she doesn’t—”
Aldous grabs her roughly, his hands upon her shoulders meant to steady her before she spins too far out of control and he’s unable to rein her back in.
“I won’t let that happen—do you hear me?”
He shakes her once to emphasize his point and somehow, the gesture is able to cut through the veil of panic that’s ensnared her.
“Cosima is one of us. We take care of our own, don’t we?”
Delphine reluctantly nods.
“I’ll make a call to my lawyer. He’ll meet her there and once we know more about the charges, we’ll draw out a plan of attack,” Aldous reassures her.
He’s right.
She needs to keep it together. She’s no good to Cosima if she’s a blundering, blubbering mess. Right now, she needs to gather her wits and come up with a plan—that was something she was always good at.
So many goddamn plans—and backup plans—and backup plans for her backup plans.
Even still, she never could have planned for this.
It was never supposed to happen—it was an impossibility. They had both been so careful in both the planning and the execution, so how the hell did everything fall apart so quickly? It didn’t make any sense to her.
“She can’t go down for this—she can’t. I can’t let her.”
She had dragged Cosima into this. It was her responsibility to get her out of it, and standing there trying to figure out how the hell they could have failed so badly wasn’t going to help either of them going forward.
Aldous’s hands slide away from her shoulders, instead opting to wrap around her slender frame in a tight embrace.
“No one’s going anywhere. Cosima will be right back here where she belongs before you even have a chance to miss her,” he tries to soothe her. “I promise.”
In that moment, she feels the flit of hope’s wings fluttering in her chest.
“Really?”
Looking up into his eyes, she decides to trust the glint she finds.
“I’ll take care of it.”
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This is so me.
#ao3#ao3 tags#ao3 funny#my otp for life#ships#fanfiction#i'm a bechloe trash#bechloe#supercorp#clexa#clexa fic#wayhaught#wyndoc#cophine#swanqueen#faberry#brittana#deckerstar#calzona#nerds
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I miss them so much already! 😭😭❤️
#cophine#cophine fanfiction#crazy science#cosima niehaus#cosima x delphine#delphine cormier#alison hendrix#sarah manning#helena#orphan black#clone club
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Follow the crazy science and write your own chapter of the story...
@salixsericea and I started to write “A Galaxy of women”, and we need you to write the Cophine’s journey all around the world to save the Leda clones
http://archiveofourown.org/works/11836590/chapters/26716833
#a galaxy of women#Cophine#cophine fanfic#cophine fanfiction#Orphan Black#orphan black fanfiction#orphan black season 6#delphine cormier#cosima niehaus#cosima x delphine#AO3fanfic
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@unalteredsonnetcxvi fanfic is up with new chapter. As always... Check it out. There are no adjectives to describe it really.
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49 with cosima :)
tending to your lover’s wound, placing a kiss on top of their head, grateful they’re still alive
There is a small bruise on Cosima’s temple, Delphine notices, as she wipes her brow with a damp cloth. It is the least of her worries after the scan showed them the damage being done to her organs by the growths in her body, but she can’t help but focus on it. It probably happened when she hit the ground, her head knocking against the ceramic floor as she convulsed. It’s all blue and purple, the colours swirling together in a small circle.
She leans over and presses her lips to it gently, as if her kiss will make it disappear. It doesn’t work, it’s still there when she pulls back.
Cosima stirs, her eyes fluttering.
“Cosima?”
Delphine runs her back of her fingers across her forehead, coaxing her awake. Without her glasses on, Cosima squints as she tries to focus. Delphine smiles at her, but it can’t hide what Cosima already knows.
“It’s bad, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Delphine says, tears pooling in her eyes.
She wishes so much that she could protect her from the truth, but she knows how much Cosima hates it when she lies to her.
“But listen, we’re going to figure it out, okay?” she continues. “Like we always do.”
“Follow the crazy science?” Cosima says with a small smile.
Delphine nods. “Follow the crazy science.”
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a hundred different kisses
#orphan black#cosima niehaus#delphine cormier#cophine#orphan black fanfiction#my fanfiction#prompt fills#a hundred different kisses#spampisavrex
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Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Orphan Black (TV), Station 19 (TV), Grey's Anatomy
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Delphine Cormier/Cosima Niehaus, Maya Bishop/Carina DeLuca, Delphine Cormier/ Carina DeLuca
Characters: Delphine Cormier, Carina DeLuca, Maya Bishop, Cosima Niehaus
Additional Tags: daily life, Morning, Fluff, surprise
Summary:
Carina and Maya get a surprise visit from Carina's cousin, Delphine.
#delphine cormier#carina deluca#maya bishop#cosima niehaus#cophine#marina#station 19#orphan black#delphine x cosima#cosima x delphine#maya x carina#carina x maya#carina x delphine#delphine x carina#delphine x carina x maya#station 19 fanfiction#orphan black fanfiction
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hii i have 2 fics uploaded. and more are on the way! they are cophine fics , please check them out? <3
#orphan black#tatiana maslany#cosima niehaus#cophine#delphine cormier#fanfic#fanfiction#cloneclub#crazy science#cosima niehaus x delphine cormier#ebro#evelyne brochu#tatmas#scott smith#scottie#scotty#orphan black au#ao3#my ao3
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I MET YOU ON LJ: A Fandom Podcast
Episode #054: We Finally Finished Orphan Black
Hello, Donnie! Join your sestras Maggie and V for a deep-dive into Orphan Black (2013-2017), because they finally finished the entire show. Maggie weighs in on Sarah Manning’s parenting skills, V has feelings about the Castor clones, and unfortunately both of them are probably the most like Alison. Plus, the fandoms of the week are on theme as both Maggie and V recommend some talented lady DIYers.
This Episode Covers…
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A lot of talking
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Our Motives are Mixed but One Thing is Clear - Cophine ficlet
Rated: Mature
Summary: She can't tell if it's external, the lamps that are making her hair and skin glow amber, or internal, the danger that comes with being inevitably drawn to the light, but at this very moment, Delphine reminds Cosima of fire.
AO3
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She is espectral under the dim light of her bedroom, Cosima's own shadow moving across her body as she pushes into her, each time more deeply. She wouldn't confess to it, not when they are finally skin on skin, but there's still a part of her that feels like they are making a mistake.
I don't trust you, she wants so say. You don't trust me.
She can feel her resistance, her hesitation, but she can also feel the delicious pulse of her cunt contracting around her fingers, the hot wetness all over her hand, the smell of her arousal filling her lungs. The wrongness of it makes her fuck her cautiously, pace slow but constant as if to say I'm here. Feel me. There's no way out. We are doing this. She knows she's being selfish, but she wants to make sure Dephine knows this is real. She doesn't want to make it easy for her to let go when everything goes to shit. Because she knows it will. Or maybe she doesn't want to hurry things because she is terrified that this meant more to her than what it actually is. What is this?, she wonders, but doesn't have time to think of an answer because she's being pulled into a kiss so primal and raw that she forgets it all.
Tongues invade, stroke, fight against each other. Teeth bite, sharp nails dig against her scalp. When at last they open their eyes, she can see hers are filled with emotions she's too afraid to name.
"Please," she can barely hear her weak whisper.
She knows what she's being asked and she wants that too. To empty her, free her.
DYAD, spies and monitors be damned. She curls her fingers and slams into her, hard and fast, never breaking eye contact, until she can see nothing but vulnerability lurking under.
You can trust me, she wants to say.
Instead, "Come for me, Delphine, give it to me."
And she complies. She doesn't close her eyes even as her back arches, a sharp cry escaping her lips, thighs trembling, a hot liquid gush bathing Cosima's hands and sheets.
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