Hey, look, I finally wrote something! And it has smut (eventually)!
The mention of Delphine stitching behind Sarah’s ear comes from @mlleclaudine’s delightful Cophine series. If you haven’t read it yet, I don’t know where you’ve been. Get reading it! <https://archiveofourown.org/series/314495>
Speaking of @mlleclaudine, thank you so so so much for checking this over and making sure I don’t get too much wrong.
Also, thanks always and perpetually to @afrenchclone for helping me with all of the French. Merci toujours !
The entire Continuing Travels can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13525500
No matter how much time she spent with Charlotte, no matter how recent that time had been, every time Delphine saw her, she thought of the night she first saw her – bundled from head to toe, wrapped in Cosima’s hypothermic arms. Her face was much the same for each new interaction with Delphine as it had been then, skeptical, closed off, wary. Delphine was never sure how much of it was an act, and how much a genuine defense mechanism.
“Bonjour,” Charlotte said.
Well. Maybe it was just her resting face.
“Bonjour!” Delphine replied. “Ça va?”
Charlotte nodded but gave no reply, instead limping across the room with her bearded dragon perched on her right shoulder and kittens frolicking around her feet. She’d been studying French for a few years, Delphine knew, but only for the past several months had those studies taken place in a classroom with multiple students. That “Bonjour” a moment ago was the first French word Delphine ever heard Charlotte speak. “I thought Cosima was coming with you,” Charlotte said.
“Yes, she needed to use the bathroom, so – ” She pointed upstairs to indicate where Cosima was at the moment.
“Oh.” Charlotte looked down at the bags they’d brought in, and her resting wary face opened up. It might’ve been Delphine’s imagination, but it seemed that the bearded dragon perked up, too. “Are we going to use all of that? That’s a lot of eggs.”
Before Delphine answered, Sarah thumped down the stairs just behind Kira, who treated Delphine like she’d been there for Kira’s entire life. “Did you get any chocolate?” Kira demanded.
“Oi, say hello first,” Sarah said. As Kira mumbled a quick hello, Sarah faced Delphine and said, “Took you long enough. I thought you’d be here an hour ago. Where’s Cosima?”
“She’s using the bathroom,” Charlotte said. To Delphine, she said, “You didn’t answer my question. Are we going to use all of those eggs?”
The varying pulls on her attention raised Delphine’s anxiety, and there were still two other adults in the house. “We might,” she told Charlotte. To Kira, she said, “and no, we didn’t get any chocolate.”
“Can we throw them at people?” Kira asked, hoisting one of the egg cartons in one hand.
Delphine and Sarah spoke in unison. “No.”
Kira pouted and slumped onto the couch with her phone. In a few seconds, various bloops, bings, and plops emanated from the device, and Kira’s eyes and fingers darted around the screen while the rest of her body remained perfectly still. A dozen academic articles popped into Delphine’s mind, all proclaiming the dangers of too much screen time for developing brains and eyes, but Sarah let it slide, so Delphine followed suit.
Cosima bounded down the stairs with her hands flapping beside her. To Delphine’s arched eyebrow, she said, “The towels are damp. FYI.”
Sarah gave her unresponsive daughter a kiss on the head, hugged Charlotte, and then threw on her jacket. “Yeah, we don’t quite have room service here like you two are used to. You a’right otherwise?”
Delphine looked over at Kira on the couch, and at Charlotte in the kitchen feeding a piece of apricot to her bearded dragon. “Euh, yes, I think so. We’ll call you if we need anything.”
Sarah was halfway out the door before Delphine’s comment registered, and she turned around. “Uh, you can do that, but I can’t promise I’ll answer. The girls know where everything is, and emergency numbers are on the fridge. Oh, and Art said he’ll be here at seven.”
“Sounds good to me,” Cosima said. “Have fun, okay? You deserve a little time to yourself. See you later.”
After Sarah left, Delphine’s first instruction was for the girls to wash their hands, but when Charlotte’s bearded dragon stepped down Charlotte’s arm towards the counter, Delphine stopped her. “Could you put… euh, what’s its name, again?”
“Saphira. She’s a girl.”
“I think Saphira should go back into her cage right now.”
Charlotte leaned against the counter and fixed Delphine with a small-mouthed stare. “She likes being on my shoulder.”
“I’m sure she does, but I don’t want her getting into our food.”
“She’s allowed to have human food sometimes, like fruits and vegetables. It says so in the book of bearded dragon care.”
Delphine looked around for some backup from Cosima, but Cosima was trying to pull Kira away from her phone, and both of them were giggling. “Charlotte,” Delphine said, “please put Saphira back in her cage. I don’t want her roaming free while we’re preparing food. It’s not sanitary.”
Charlotte jutted her chin out to one side like Cosima and Sarah both did when they dug in their heels and gripped the counter top like she expected Delphine to physically pull her away, so she needed to brace herself. Before Delphine could ask again, or explain her request further, Cosima steered Kira into the kitchen.
“Yo, Charlotte,” Cosima said, “you should probably put Saphira back in her little house before we start in with the food, okay?”
Charlotte sighed and dropped her shoulders. She didn’t reply, but limped away, up the stairs to her room, and for just a moment, Delphine hated both clones equally.
They spent the rest of the morning in the kitchen, more or less following Delphine’s written and spoken instructions for deviled eggs (oeufs farcisto Delphine and Charlotte) and carrot cake with crème fraîche frosting. Delphine had cooked with the girls before, during their Christmas holidays and with Alison’s participation, but she had never cooked with Cosima before. She’d assumed going in that cooking with Cosima would be like running a science experiment with her – Cosima would be diligent, methodical, and professional despite frequent bad jokes and pop culture references.
None of that was the case now.
Cosima was not concerned at all about the specifics of their recipes. Instead of weighing and sifting the flour and sugar, she directed Charlotte to simply dump the dry ingredients into a bowl after leveling off the measuring cup with her finger (of all things), and then she showed Charlotte how to blend the wet and dry with her bare hands. The girls, at least, found it delightful. When they tried doing that with the deviled eggs filling, though, Delphine put her foot down.
“Use a spoon, Chérie, please.” The cake batter was at least cooked after mixing. The eggs were not.
They smeared caked batter on each other. Cosima, Kira, and Charlotte all dabbed or wiped globs of the ochre gloop on each other’s faces, necks, and arms, and while they exclaimed some version of “Oh no, you don’t!” they all laughed together. When Kira lunged at Delphine with a handful of mayonnaise, though, Cosima grabbed Kira by the waist and spun her around to face the other way.
“Nuh uh. Nobody puts food on Delphine but me.”
In fact, the one time they’d tried using chocolate syrup with sex, the stickiness put them both off of doing it ever again, but the children didn’t need to know that. Delphine kissed Cosima’s sticky cheek while Charlotte fended off Kira’s mayonnaise attack with a wooden spoon. “Thank you, mon amour. And please tell me that all of you are taking showers after this?”
“Oh, yeah. The girls can shower before Art gets here, and then I’ll clean up real quick at the Rabbit Hole before the party. We’ve got time.”
And Kira talked the entire time. She talked about her school, her classmates, her teacher, and everyone in the neighborhood. She talked about Minecraft, Minecraft videos, and the children’s hockey league she had recently joined. She talked about her mother, her late grandmother, her father, and all of her genetically identical aunties. She talked about her Uncle Felix and how he and Colin were having a bit of a rough patch right now because Colin wanted them to be exclusive and Felix was having a hard time with that.
“What’s it mean to be exclusive, anyway?” she asked.
Delphine was washing out the mixing bowl they’d used for the cake batter, and exchanged a look with Cosima.
“It means you only date one person,” Cosima said. “One person at a time.”
“I thought that’s what dating was,” Charlotte said. “Like, when people are dating, that means they don’t kiss anyone else or whatever.”
Cosima’s face was much calmer that Delphine felt, but Cosima still took a moment to answer, making a show of checking on the cake in the oven. “That is sometimes what it means. But sometimes people have open relationships, where they’re allowed to kiss other people. Or whatever.”
“But then they’re not dating,” Charlotte insisted. “They’re…” She waved her hands around in a way reminiscent of Alison Hendrix. “They’re doing something else.”
For the first time since they’d all gathered together in the kitchen, both girls’ attention was fully on Cosima and Delphine.
“An open relationship means that two people love each other,” Cosima said, “and they put each other first, but they’re allowed to… see other people on the side. They just need to communicate really well so no one’s feelings get hurt.”
“Does that mean they have sex with other people?” Charlotte asked.
“Sometimes,” Cosima said. “But only if their partner is okay with it. Communication’s the most important thing. And consent, of course. But that’s true for any relationship, really.”
The girls thought that over. Charlotte had her serious face on again, and she watched Cosima and Delphine more closely, like she was putting their relationship into the context of what Cosima had just said. Delphine was on the verge of clarifying and she and Cosima did NOT have an open relationship, by mutual agreement, but Kira changed the subject to a story about a recent afternoon she’d spent with the Hendrixes. Delphine took a deep breath and went back to washing up, tuning Kira out for several minutes and letting Cosima do all the little “uh huh” noises. When Delphine tuned back in, Cosima had her hand on her hip and her eyes were narrowed.
“Oscar tried telling us we couldn’t be there,” Kira was saying, “`cause him and his friends were gonna build a fort or whatever. Like, their yard isn’t even big enough for a stupid fort! But then Gemma said that he used to wet the bed until he was, like, ten, and then he got really mad.”
Charlotte giggled at the story, but neither of the adults did.
“That doesn’t sound very nice,” Delphine offered.
“We were allowed to be there!” Kira said. “He didn’t, like, reserve it, or anything.”
Cosima adjusted her glasses. “Yeah, but there were better ways to handle that than embarrass him in front of his friends like that.”
“Well, maybe he shouldn’t have told us to leave! He was being rude first.”
“That’s not the point, and that’s not really how people work,” Cosima said. “Just because someone else is mean to you, that doesn’t give you the right to be mean back at them.” She tapped Charlotte’s shoulder. “You and I have talked about that before a couple times.”
By the time the kitchen was cleaned up, with Cosima’s insistence that the girls helped, the cake was out to cool and the eggs covered and stored in the fridge, Delphine was swaying on her feet. The girls went off to shower without encouragement, and Cosima rested her hands on Delphine’s waist. “You might need a nap. I think the kids took it out of you.”
“A nap sounds good.”
The master bedroom, the best room to nap in at the moment, was remarkably tidy for what Delphine had come to expect from Sarah. Hell, it was cleaner than Cosima’s living spaces were once Cosima spent more than a few days in them. The queen sized bed in the middle of the room was made, if not neatly, and the floor was clear. Books and papers littered the desk by the window, but it was clearly used as a desk rather than as storage. Delphine flopped on top of the bed, on the fleece blanket rather than under it. She was asleep in minutes.
Cool Mediterranean breezes blew sand all around her as she waited at the light rail terminal. No one else on the platform seemed to mind. In fact, the sand didn’t even touch them.
They jostled onto the train, speaking in tongues and smelling of stomach acid. The train hit bumps on the track that no one else noticed. Only Delphine lost her footing and needed to grab at the back of someone’s seat to stay upright. Then the train sped up onto a raised track overlooking the city. The view was beautiful, but no one else looked at it. At the next curve, the train hit a gap in the rails and bounced everyone up in the air…
“Oh, sorry, Delphine!”
Delphine panted, face up in the bed, clutching the blanket beneath her. No one else was in the room with her, but the bedroom door was open, and water was running. No. Not water. Someone was peeing. The air was cool with a hint of pine scent, and the pillow was wet right next to her head. By the time the toilet flushed, the sink ran, and the master bathroom door opened, Delphine’s breathing and heart rate were almost normal again, but nothing else made sense.
“Sorry,” Kira repeated. “I forgot you were here, and I really had to use the bathroom.”
“Nnnh,” was all Delphine could manage, and then Kira was gone again.
Through the open door, Cosima’s voice called out, “Okay, this time try to get it in without touching the edge, okay?”
Delphine propped herself up on one elbow and rubbed her face. The curtains were closed, but sunlight winked through the cracks. Her phone was nowhere, and there was no other clock in the room. She stumbled into the bathroom, awake enough to lock the door behind her in case anyone else forgot she was there, and took in the varied marker graffiti that edged the bathroom mirror. Some of the words (like pay taxes,, Kira dentist, and in prime place at the top of the mirror, BOLLOCKS) were clearly Sarah’s, but others (I ❤ kittens and Boys are dumb) were scrawled in childish writing, along with various flowers, mushrooms, and cat faces. Cosima’s bathroom mirror back in Minnesota had had a similar ascetic, albeit with different messages.
She found the girls in Charlotte’s bedroom, surrounded by scraps of fabric, string, ribbon, stickers, tape, and markers. A carton with five remaining eggs sat open on Charlotte’s desk. Cosima joined them a moment later with a box of bendy straws, some broken-down cardboard boxes, and a pair of scissors. At least it wasn’t a box cutter or a blow torch.
“Oh, hey, sleepy head!” Cosima grinned at her and pecked her cheek on her way into the room. “How’d you sleep?”
“Euh, well, I think.”
“We’re doing science class!” Kira said.
“With crafts,” Charlotte added. “So it’s like science art.”
Delphine ran her fingers through her hair and took in the mess. “It looks like fun. What are you doing, exactly?”
The girls looked to Cosima, but she gestured for them to answer. “We’re dropping eggs out of the window,” Charlotte said.
“But we’re not allowed to break them!” Kira added. “And now we have to get them to land in that tub down there, but without hitting the sides. Cosima keeps making it harder.”
Kira was not the first person to make that claim, and Cosima knew it, because she gave Delphine a pointy smile. “You wanna try?”
“Okay.” She sat on the edge of the bed and sorted through the supplies, not awake enough yet to form a plan. An egg appeared beside her, accompanied by another kiss on the cheek. “How many have you broken so far?” she asked. “These were $6 a dozen.”
Cosima sat beside her, careful not to upset the egg, and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Not very many. The girls have some pretty good designs so far, so most drops have been successful. It is no more or less wasteful than make two dozen deviled eggs that might not all get eaten.”
As she spoke, Charlotte tucked an egg into a little basket with a plaid parachute, leaned out the window, and dropped it. A few seconds later, she cried, “Oh no! It’s in the neighbor’s yard!”
“Well, sounds like you have to go get it, then.”
“Can’t we just let them keep it?”
“Uh, no. That’s called littering. Go on, we’ll still be here when you get back.”
Delphine picked up her egg and considered it. It could have been an omelette, an oeuf farci, or part of a cake. Some countries would have pickled it and eaten it that way. Instead, it would be cloaked in cardboard, fabric scraps, and plastic, decorated with markers, and dropped out a residential window into a tub of dirty water. And considering Delphine’s experience with this activity, the egg was just as likely to simply smash open on the ground, feeding invertebrates instead of people. Delphine picked up a Sharpie and drew a sad face on the shell.
Dropping eggs from Charlotte’s window for another hour, as Cosima put more constraints on the girls’ projects like size and material requirements, and the girls seemed halfway to jobs with an aeronautics firm. Delphine’s own eggs did better than she expected, although the girls were divided in how many points to give her for style.
“They’re sleek,” Charlotte asserted. “Missiles don’t have frilly ribbons on them, so Delphine’s eggs don’t have to, either.”
“But they’re not missiles!” Kira argued. “Eggs need to have some fashion sense when they go down.”
Delphine leaned against Charlotte’s desk and took in the feedback. To Cosima, she remarked, “You know, I keep thinking we’re talking about different kinds of eggs entirely.”
Cosima giggled. “Me too, sometimes. It’s true, though. Your eggs don’t have to have frilly ribbons if you don’t want them.”
* * *
* * *
After handing the girls off to Art at 7, going to the Rabbit Hole just long to clean up and grab presents for the sisters, then they were off again, in another Lyft car, to the address Alison sent that morning.
The resort overlooking Lake Ontario was reminiscent of their hotel in Muscat, except that here the temperature was in the 60s and the ethnic blend of patrons and employees was a bit more mixed. Clone Club had an entire spacious wing of the property to themselves for the night, including an indoor and outdoor bar, heated pool and heaters outside under a partial roof, and table and pub games inside. There was also a kitchenette tucked in behind the games area, where Alison puttered away. When Cosima and Delphine arrived, the rest of Clone Club was already there, many of them in some kind of swimwear. Helena was the only one not prepared to swim. She stood in a sweater and baggy jeans, watching Scott and Sarah play foosball and eating from a heaping paper plate.
Adele intercepted them just as Cosima handed off the carrot cake and eggs to Donnie at the food table. “Oh hey y’all! Welcome back to civilization and all that shit.” Despite the multiple sources of alcohol present, Adele did not have a drink in her hand. Yet.
Delphine returned Adele’s hug. “Did you just arrive?”
“Oh, yeah. Flew in this morning. Last minute. Felix only just told me a few days ago that you were having this little shindig, and you know I can’t turn down a good party. Besides, I missed everybody.” She looked over at the food they’d brought in as Donnie set it on the table. “Delphine, honey, if you made that, I’mma have to get me some. That looks too good.”
Delphine would have been flattered, but she could serve Adele a plate of week-old carrot shavings with a dusty radish on top and Adele would gush about “French haute cuisine,” and pronounce it “hoat kwezeen.”
“The girls helped,” she told her.
“Oh, well, that’s another reason to try it. I have to tell them what a good job they did.” She waved to Cosima. “Happy late birthday, by the way. You and half the people here. Well, I guess some are early birthdays. Whatever. Twenty-one’s the last birthday anyone really cares about, isn’t it?”
“Euh…”
“Anyway, Felix’ll be here in a minute. He had to run back out to the car for something. Oh, shit, hang on.” She rushed over to Alison in the kitchenette, who was balancing a few trays in her hands.
“Can I offer you ladies something to eat?” Donnie Hendrix wore blue swimming trunks and flip flops with a hooded sweatshirt, and his hands were clasped in front of him like any good customer servant. The poor man had probably had to serve guests at his own wedding, too.
“Um, sure,” Cosima said. “I see Helena’s already been at the buffet.”
Donnie chuckled and handed them each a paper plate as he moved around to the other side of the table. “Helena’s been to every buffet in Ontario, I believe. She makes them reconsider their pricing policies.” He picked up some tongs and clicked them a few times. “What can I get you?”
Nothing on the table would have prevented Cosima and Delphine from helping themselves, but Donnie seemed to enjoy his role as host, so they let him load up a single plate to share with bruschetta, mozzarella with basil, sliced vegetables, and cucumber sandwiches, some of the deviled eggs they’d brought, and a slice of carrot cake. Then they sat quietly together on a waterproof sofa under an outdoor heater, nibbling on the healthier foods first. All of it was good, almost certainly made by Alison, but like most food they’d had in the past few days, it had a certain blandness after two months of Middle Eastern and African dishes.
“Hello Sestra.” Helena slid herself into a cross-legged position on the floor in front of them, her plate freshly piled with carrot cake, eggs, and various brownies, just as Cosima and Delphine’s plate was almost empty. “Much birthday happiness, yes?”
“Oh, yeah,” Cosima said. “Happy birthday to you, too, bub. Cheers.”
Helena giggled as they clinked their drinks together, but then she sat up straight to look at Cosima’s. “You have only water tonight, sestra? Why not something better?”
“I don’t drink if I’m swimming. Personal rule.”
Helena made a face at that but did not argue. “No drink, okay, but food, yes? You need more food, with all of the traveling around the world. You cannot save our sestras if you are hungry.” She transferred a piece of carrot cake, two brownies, and two eggs from her plate to theirs and gestured for them to eat it.
If Delphine ate as much as Helena wanted her too, she would most certainly not be as trim and fit as Helena managed to be. Not for the first time, Delphine wondered at the levels of malnourishment Helena must have experienced growing up that prohibited her from putting on more weight as an adult. She’d met enough clones by now to know that svelte wasn’t necessarily genetic. Cosima was eating more carrot cake, though, and Helena was telling them to tell the girls how good it was, so Delphine went along. She’d had enough carrot cake already to last a week, though, so she took a brownie instead. It was delicious, heavily dotted with butterscotch chips, and she ate all of it before Cosima even picked at hers, but all the brownies lack Alison’s tell-tale sharpness. In other words, it looked like a human made it, rather a team of cake robots.
“Who made these?” she asked Helena, as Cosima broke a corner off the other brownie, sans butterscotch, for herself.
“Brother-Sestra Felix made them. He said they are all special.”
At the same moment, Cosima swallowed her brownie piece and made one of the most interesting faces Delphine had ever seen. “Holy shit. That is very special. Um, babe? How much of that did you eat?”
“I ate the whole thing, why?”
“Oh, shit.” And now Cosima was laughing and waving at Felix, who stood in Donnie’s place at the food table. “Felix! Did you seriously bring space brownies, man?”
He sashayed over in form-fitting shorts and a T-shirt with a rainbow dinosaur on it. “Yeah, why? D’you want some?” Looking down at Cosima, Delphine, and Helena, and at their plates, his face and posture drew together and pulled back. “A bit late for me to offer, though, I see. Shit. How’d you get some? I only just brought them in from outside.”
Cosima and Delphine looked to Helena, whose mouth was chipmunk-full. “Sorry,” she managed.
“How many did you eat?” Cosima asked her.
Helena shrugged.
Delphine looked down at the crumbs on her fingers. “Let me guess. Cannabis?”
“You could say that,” Felix said.
“Even the butterscotch ones?”
He nodded and Cosima put a hand to her own forehead. “And you haven’t had any in a while, so…”
Felix draped his hand over Delphine’s shoulder. “So you’re about to have quite the interesting evening, I’d say. Stick to the short end of the pool if you get in, yeah?”
*
“I don’t feel any different, I swear. And the water is wonderfully warm. You should come sit with me.”
Cosima crouched down beside her and brushed back the stray cluster of hair escaping Delphine’s ponytail. “You’re not feeling anything yet, but you will. Edibles just take longer to kick in.”
“You had some, too.”
“I had, like, two bites, and I’m way more used to pot than you are. You had a whole fucking brownie, a big one at that, and you haven’t been high since Rachel had both of her eyes.”
“That’s not true.”
“Okay, when have you been high since then? Don’t tell me you toked up with old PT on the island?”
Delphine splashed a handful of water up at her and got a satisfying yelp in return. “I have smoked with you, mon amour, in the Rabbit Hole, before we left for Latin America.”
Cosima flicked Delphine’s arm in retribution. “Smoked, my ass. I smoked, but you took, like, one drag and passed out.”
Delphine was not about to argue about that, and anyway it didn’t change how she felt right now, which was full, content, loved, and a delightful mix of cool and warm at the same time. A hip-hop artist she didn’t recognize played on the speakers and at the other end of the pool, Sarah, Alison, and Adele were doing something that looked vaguely like water aerobics but probably wasn’t. Adele was starting to look an awful lot like a scarlet ibis when Cosima’s phone rang.
“What the fuck?” Cosima muttered. They had their purses with them at all times out of habit, so Cosima could grab her phone before it stopped ringing. “Hello? Yes? Oh, hey, Gabriela! How’s it going? Yeah, hang on, lemme go somewhere a little quieter.”
Gabriela. That could be anyone. She watched Cosima’s shorts-clad ass hustle inside. It really was the cutest butt Delphine had ever seen.
When she turned back around, the chlorine vapors coming off the surface of the pool were green, reminding Delphine of nothing more than the absinthe fairy, and Adele had gone full scarlet ibis. Absinthe. Now that was something she hadn’t had in looooong time. The last time had been, when? 2004? 2007? Too long ago, at any rate, and now here she was, sitting on the edge of a whole pool of it, it’s little waves massaging her calves and the soles of her feet and singing a little song for her.
She slipped in, up to her ribs, and bounced. She bounced! It was the funniest thing she’d ever felt, so she bounced some more, up and down and side to side in the steamy green pool, laughing her head off and watching the stars dance around overhead to a mixed up mash of the hip-hop song playing and “Prét-à-Porter,” that song she’d listened to endlessly on the island because PT deigned that she could have a record player with one record and somehow or other she never hated it. Him, yes, but never the song.
And Sarah’d killed him with an O2 tank to the skull, and that’s how she tried to remember him, but instead, the green water turned red and his gnarly fingers crept up her waist and she
did
not
want
this.
“Oi, Delphine, you doing a’right over here?”
Cosima stood in front of her, but it wasn’t Cosima. It was Not Cosima, with wet loose hair and a British accent. She’d said oi. The clones didn’t say oi unless they were Sarah. Delphine twisted her head side to side and confirmed that, indeed, this was Not Cosima, and Not Another Clone, but Sarah. Then she laughed at her own cleverness and slipped on the pool floor. “Quoi?”
“I said, are you doing alright? You seem a bit, uh…” Sarah moved her hands in a way Delphine didn’t understand, and when she tried to follow them, the world tipped sideways, but everything was funny again so it was okay.
“A bit?” Delphine dropped her knees and floated with her chin just above the water so the vapors went up her nose.
“Oh shit, did you eat one of those brownies Fe brought in?”
“Mmmm…” Brownies would be perfect right now. With some of that frosting they’d made for the cake today. However. “You know what I really want?” Still floating, she put a hand on Sarah’s shoulder, which was damp and covered in little goosebumps, but curved in a way Cosima’s didn’t, in a way Delphine had never noticed before.
Sarah giggled and looked around everywhere except Delphine. “If you say more brownies, you’re not getting any.”
“No. No no no.” Delphine now had both hands on Sarah’s shoulders. “A döner kebab. With extra sheep’s cheese, and… and and and and…” The English and tripped over her tongue until it because a blur of “dudududududududu” and the only thing keeping her from slipping under the surface of the absinthe pool was Sarah’s shoulders. Delphine dangled from her shoulders and bumped against Sarah’s body, distracted by the scar behind Sarah’s left ear.
“Okay, this won’t work.” Sarah nudged her back up onto her feet and pried her hands away, but Delphine leaned in to point at the scar.
“I remember that. I stitched that.”
“Yes, you did. You were sober for that, thankfully. Come on, now, let’s get you back up on this ledge before Cosima fuckin’ murders me.”
“She won’t. She loves you too much.”
Sarah’s laugh had a strange tone to it then as she turned Delphine 180 degrees. “Not enough for all that. Come on, up you go. Outta the water.”
Now, though, the ledge of the pool was continents away, and despite soaking in absinthe, she still hadn’t drunk any, so she cupped her hands and drank a few mouthfuls. “It doesn’t taste like I remember it,” she told Sarah. “It tastes like… like grade school.”
“I… I don’t even know what to say to that. Come on, sit up here.”
The ledge was rough, with pebbles and craters to dig into her skin, and it was moving, crumbling under her hands and sliding back and forth. Never mind the height. She couldn’t possibly pull herself up there. “Non. Je ne peux pas.”
“That so?” Sarah turned and gestured into the distance. Her hair was wet, falling over her skin and leaving rivers of water that pulsed with her heartbeat. When she turned back to Delphine, she was smirking. Only then did Delphine have the fleeting thought – Sarah might not speak French.
“You have Cosima’s eyes.”
And Sarah thought that was funny! She was laughing, so Delphine laughed along. “Do I really?” Sarah asked. “Isn’t that something?”
A hand caressed the back of her neck, under her hair, and the pleasure was so strong she almost fell over.
“Hey, babe? You doing okay?”
Cosima’s lips were the best of all the clones. They had so many different shapes and her bottom lip gave just the right amount of resistance between Delphine’s teeth. When she tried to kiss her now, though, Cosima pulled away.
“You’re feeling those brownies now, aren’t you? Ho-ly shit.”
Sarah asked Cosima where she’d run off to, anyways, and Cosima said something about Puerto Rico and infertility and vaccines and uteruses, but she had the cutest little toes Delphine had ever seen, so Delphine didn’t really catch most of what she said. She stroked each little Cosima toe individually, then ran her finger over the tops of all of Cosima’s toes and kissed the top of her foot.
When she looked up, Cosima had that little sideways dimpled smile, and when she stroked Delphine’s cheek, Delphine almost lost her legs again. “Let’s get you out of the water, yeah?”
Delphine slid her hands up Cosima’s calf and lost herself for a moment in the shape of her muscles. “Can I kiss you then?”
“You can kiss me all you want, just on dry land so no one drowns.”
A few moments and an eon later, she sat on the couch near one of the outdoor heaters, alone. The absinthe vapors flickered in the distance to the undulating beat of the music while the scarlet ibis flitted in and out of the water. Her heart beat to a different tempo, expanding until it filled her entire self, rubbing against the backs of her eyeballs and her nasal passages and worming its way into her pelvis and the soles of her feet. If she squinted, she saw her heart beat pushing out from her toenails. Then her heart contracted again, and her body shrank into itself, smaller and smaller until she imploded into her own navel like a Popple. Blood in, heart expansion, explosion. Blood away, heart contraction, Popple.
Repeat. And repeat.
“Drink this.”
She took the glass of water and drank it, gulping at first and then sipping to feel the drips and drizzles down her esophagus. Food stirred inside of her along with her blood and breath, food breaking down and turning into energy, each little molecule sucked into the lining of her stomach and intestines and moving along through her ever pumping blood stream to her brain, her liver, her muscles, her skin.
“We should do a study,” she told Cosima, “with brownies. To see how much of that brownie is in each skin cell.”
Cosima giggled. “Uh, somebody’s probably already done that study.”
“We should do it again. For my skin cells, and those brownies over there.”
“You are not getting any more brownies.”
Music washed over her and burst in the air beside their heads. Like a blaze of light, ready to ignite, we are made of dynamite “We are,” Delphine said, nuzzling the side of Cosima’s neck.
“No,” Cosima said. “No more brownies.”
Delphine didn’t know what she was talking about now, but Cosima smelled like cloves and oranges and her skin was warm and soft. She ran her tongue over Cosima’s neck to her throat to nip her chin. The texture change from Cosima’s shorts to the skin of her waist distracted her, though, and she pulled back to watch her own hand move back and forth, from warm soft skin to cool crisp fabric.
“You’re dry,” she remarked. “Why?”
“Um…” When Cosima laughed, her stomach quivered. “I, uh, I wasn’t in the water like you were.”
“Why not?”
“Because I had to take a phone call.” She stroked Delphine’s hair and the back of her neck so Delphine purred like a kitten. “I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, when your sweet beautiful brain is working again.”
Tomorrow didn’t exist yet, but Cosima’s legs did. They were firm and silky smooth with subtle moving valleys of muscle conforming to Delphine’s hands. Cosima gasped when Delphine moved her whole hand up the inside of Cosima’s right thigh.
“Delphine? Babe? We’re, um, we’re in public. People can see us.”
Maybe they could, but all Delphine could see was the cute little hollow at the base of Cosima’s neck, which was just the right size for her tongue, and the rise of her shoulder muscles from her clavicles. “So?” she whispered.
“So, I don’t really want to do this in front of everyone and their sister.”
“You don’t want to?” Cosima never said she didn’t want to. Okay, maybe sometimes she did, but that usually coincided with Delphine’s agreement. She pulled back to look at Cosima’s face, and the world swam around again for a minute.
“Not right here. But…”
Cosima stood and led her by the hand to the room with all the games and the little kitchenette, grabbing a bottle of water along the way. They passed Scott and Helena playing a violent game of air hockey, and Helena laughed until she was bent over and banging on the table while Scott shouted something about cheating. Four empty, crumb-covered plates sat nearby. Helena’s curls snaked and twisted around her head in time with the Hozier song playing softly on the speaker in the corner of the room.
“They’re different songs,” Delphine remarked.
“What’s that?” Cosima held her finger tips in hers, both of their arms extended as Cosima tried pulling Delphine along.
Delphine pointed outside and then to their current location. “There. And there. Different songs.”
Cosima’s smile was sweet as she cocked her head and stepped over to her. “Yup. They sure are. Come on.” She hooked a finger into the waistband of Delphine’s shorts and tugged a little.
Through the door beside the kitchenette was a storage room, filled with folded metal chairs, stacks of bar towels, extra game equipment, and pool toys. Off-white canvas bags were piled up in one corner, and Cosima pulled Delphine down beside her after flopping down herself. Delphine peeled off her bathing suit, rubbed her arm across the low-thread-count fabric, and smelled salt in the air. “Amatique Bay,” she said.
“Hm?”
Delphine positioned herself to hover naked above Cosima. “It’s like Amatique Bay, remember? From Guatemala to Belize?”
“Oh, yeah, right. On Latin America’s cheapest legal ferry during a tropical storm. We had more clothes on then. I’m surprised you’re still smiling at that memory, even if you are high off your gourd.”
“I was with you.” And she bent down and her kissed her lips.
Cosima’s mouth was everything. Sweet and salty, soft and firm, wet and giving all at once, and Delphine gave it all of herself. She pushed into it, into Cosima’s body against the lumpy bags of laundry or whatever was in them, and she raked her fingernails up Cosima’s torso, up under her bathing suit top to brush the soft undersides of her breasts. Cosima arched her back to let Delphine’s hands behind her, but as much as she fumbled, Delphine failed at removing the garment separating her from Cosima’s chest. She dropped her forehead onto the bag beside Cosima’s head, and pouted.
“Having trouble? Here.” She wriggled out of the top and caressed Delphine’s face, and Delphine’s mouth went dry. Uncomfortably dry. “Here,” Cosima said again, and there was the bottle of water Delphine had forgotten all about.
Delphine drank a few mouthfuls and let the water molecules permeate the membranes inside her mouth and her throat, filling each cell to a plump ripeness, like grapes on the vine.
And speaking of plump, Cosima’s nipples were right there! Delphine dropped her mouth onto Cosima’s left breast and licked her nipple until it puckered up in her mouth. Only when Cosima laughed did she realize that she’d still had water in her mouth, which now covered half of Cosima’s torso and part of the canvas bags they lay on.
“Oh. Sorry.” She tried to mop the water up with her hands, but her hands failed at being absorbent, and Cosima took her wrists to stop her.
“It’s okay. A little wetness never hurt anybody, right?”
There was that cheeky smile, and Delphine giggled, too. “Right.” She dug her fingers into Cosima’s hips and kissed her breast a few more times. “Touch me?”
Cosima didn’t answer right away, but ran her hands over Delphine’s back, shoulders, neck, and arms while Delphine nipped at the underside of Cosima’s breast. “If you want me to touch more of you, you’ll have to let me up.”
She would have, but mixed in with the Amatique Bay salt and canvas smell was Cosima’s smell, and what she needed more than anything was Cosima. The little string on the front of Cosima’s shorts came undone easily, and then Cosima was naked, too, on her back with her knees spread and her thighs framing Delphine’s head.
And she knew this taste. She knew these textures, the tiny soft ridges and loose folds; she knew the flavor of Cosima’s body when she was aroused, the heady mixture of vanilla and citrus, or sometimes it was sweeter like a freshly baked custard tart, and then sometimes, every good smell in the world made her think of Cosima.
From across the universe, Cosima whimpered. Each movement of Delphine’s mouth elicited another little squeak, moan, or whine, and when she adjusted herself to put her fingers inside Cosima’s body, she heard a low rumbly, “Oh, fuck.” Before long, Cosima’s heels beat against the canvas bags she rested on, and her cries echoed in the little storage room.
“Stop,” she said, her voice shaky, “that’s enough, no more.”
So she stopped, and pushed herself on shaking legs to lay beside her. The scent in the air was thick now, so Delphine swam in it as Cosima flopped her arm over her waist. When Cosima twitched against her, hips spasming in tiny recursive orgasms, Delphine laughed. “You can swim with me,” she said into Cosima’s hair.
“One day. When you’re sober.”
Delphine’s leg found its way around Cosima’s, and the pressure and heat between both of them yanked her heart down into her groin. “We can swim right now. You can swim inside of me, if you want to.”
“Hmmm… You’ve taken all my energy, though.”
Cosima’s hand slithered down her side, though, to cup her right ass cheek, and Delphine wiggled herself against it. “I can give you more energy if you need it.”
She smiled against Delphine’s neck. “Oh, really? You gonna spit more water on me?”
“No.” In reality, it didn’t matter how much energy Cosima had, so long as she was awake. Delphine took Cosima’s hand from her ass and tucked it in between her legs, fingers in just the right places. The simple presence of her hand there nearly pushed her over the edge, but Cosima pulled away. “No!” Delphine cried.
Cosima kissed her lips, then her chin. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s just easier if I’m on top right now. I can use my body weight that way. Don’t worry, you’ll get there.”
Still, Delphine grabbed at Cosima’s skin as she moved herself to Delphine’s other side. “Come here. Just come here.”
“I’m here, gorgeous, don’t worry.”
And then Cosima’s fingers were inside her and her mouth was on Delphine’s breast, and her body opened like a ripe peeled plum. She pushed herself against Cosima’s hand and body and dug into her scalp and the back of her neck and the room sucked into her before exploding in countless points of light and sound and taste and sensation blended together in every speck of her being, forever.
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Otters swam with dolphins all around her. One of them whispered in her ear, “I’m pretty sure everybody heard that.”
She would have laughed if she had the energy. A talking otter, with breath like a fresh clementine. Instead, she just smiled.
Soft lips brushed her shoulder. “Are you gonna fall asleep here?”
“Hm?”
“I asked if you’re gonna fall asleep here. It’s not exactly comfortable for me, but I’m not baked like you are.”
“Am I baked?” Images of bread and cookies floated around with the otters, who themselves turned into dinner rolls with eyes. It wasn’t entirely pleasant.
Another giggle. “You are super baked, my love. You probably don’t even know where you are right now.”
Nonsense. “I’m in space,” she said. “Obviously.”
“Obviously.” Another kiss. “It’s pretty cold in space, though. And you’re not allowed to go outside naked.”
Come to think of it, it was a little chilly here. She moved her head from side to side, and the dinner roll otters vanished. In their place was a cluster of pool noodles watching her with disapproving expressions. “Mais putain, allez tous vous faire foutre,” she told them, and raised her middle finger.
“Hey, I didn’t make the rules.” Cosima stood and stretched, her strong little body marked with red lines.
Delphine watched her put her bathing suit back on and retie her hair. Then Cosima opened the door and leaned halfway out. She said something, called out to someone out there, but her words were drowned out by the judgmental chatter of the pool noodles. “Écoutez,” she told them, rising off her seat to point at them. “Je m’en fous!”
“Hey, babe?” Cosima touched the small of her back and steered her away. She had a bag on her hand. “We’re gonna get you dressed, okay? Then we’re gonna get you back home and in bed. Can you help me with that?”
“Mmm. Okay.”
She didn’t remember getting dressed, but there were lights flashing outside the car window and Cosima’s hand held hers. When the door opened, she almost fell out.
“It’s red,” she said.
“Yup,” Cosima said. “Alison’s van’s been red the whole time. Come on, up inside now.”
Alison said something, and then Delphine was in bed, a heavy comforter weighing on her, and Cosima kissed her temple. “Goodnight, beautiful. I hope your dreams aren’t too fucked up.”