"You're totally going down, Fee." Cosima's features were scrunched in what she hoped was an intimidating expression, though her partner's chuckles indicated that she was likely unsuccessful in her endeavor.

"Oi! I'm a proper lady, thank you very much," he threw back, dark eyes sparkling mischievously. "I planned on waiting until at least my first date with that yummy new chemistry teacher." Both brunettes' gazes fixated on the figure across the football field, watching as Colin supervised the ongoing limbo competition between the dance team and cheerleading squad.

"Jesus Murphy! What am I supposed to do with the two of you?"

"Untwist your knickers and love us forever." Felix blew a kiss toward Alison and winked cheekily, bringing out a quiet chuckle from the blonde still standing behind Cosima, her hand resting gently against the shorter woman's exposed shoulder.

Her touches were steadily growing bolder, though they'd yet to talk about their impromptu moment beneath the bleachers; Cosima knew it was an inevitable discussion, but she was currently more than content to allow the situation to unfold organically, through touches that now held more meaning than they had before. Earlier in the afternoon, it had taken every ounce of willpower she possessed to keep her feet firmly planted to the ground when Delphine carefully drew black lines beneath her glasses, rather than lifting onto her toes and closing the miniscule space between their mouths; it was even harder than it normally would have been, given that the blonde had spent much of the morning pouting over coming second place in the hallway decorating contest, and it was as though the need to kiss that protruding bottom lip was ingrained in Cosima's very DNA.

A whistle blew from the sidelines and the blonde bent over, blatantly ignoring the rumblings from the male teachers behind them, securing two bandanas around Cosima's right leg and her left. Righting herself, she sent a thumbs up towards Rachel, who held the whistle as if it was an offending device, chuckling when she turned to her partner and found the brunette glaring at the men who'd been ogling Delphine's figure only moments before.

"Jealous, ma cherie?"

"Jealousy implies a threat," Cosima quipped, an overly confident smirk cutting into her cheeks. "Now let's win this thing." A second whistle went off and they began quickly moving across the field, chanting a quiet in, out, in, out as they moved along, both sticking their tongues in their competition's direction when they passed Felix and Alison's conjoined forms. It was a just seconds later, an untimely redistribution of karma, when Delphine's foot hit a patch of wet turf and they were sent tumbling onto the grass, landing in a mess of intertwined limbs; Cosima chuckled into the blonde's shoulder, in no hurry to try and return to her feet as their bodies were pressed even more closely together and the French teacher's fingers were lightly dancing against the other woman's palm as she giggled. They heard the third whistle and froze, twisting to look over to the finish line and finding that through some alternate universe's paradox, the pottery instructor, Mr. Dierden, and Mr. Leekie, the vice-principal, had successfully out-run all of them.

Both women slowly sat up, brushing themselves off and laughing each time they found a clump of grass entangled in either curls or pulled back dreadlocks. The brunette unknotted the white bandanas that secured their legs together and wrapped one around her wrist and the other around her partner's bicep, ignoring the obvious grass stains; Delphine bit down on her bottom lip, appreciating the silently possessive action more than she should have. She didn't move at all, relishing in the brushes of calloused fingertips against her skin as Cosima took her time ensuring the knot was tight and there was no chance of the bandana falling to the ground, to be lost in the shuffle of the field day's activities. She was surprised then, when a dainty hand reached down between them, the trajectory aimed toward Cosima, who accepted the hand gratefully, pulling herself upward before extending her own fingers to lift the blonde from the ground.

"I definitely thought you were going to win," the woman attached to the hand said, running her palm up and down the length of Cosima's arm, the sparkle of interest in her eyes impossible to miss. Delphine ran her gaze over Aynsley's form, noting the several physical similarities they shared and how the blonde seemed keen to use these to her advantage. "You deserved to."

"Um, yeah, thanks." Cosima had leaned out of the contact, though it did nothing but spurn the home economics teacher's advances further, taking two steps for each one the brunette took backward. "Look, I've got to like, go sing," she announced, stuttering over her words as Aynsley's predatory gaze flickered over her, "because I promised my students I'd sign up for a karaoke slot, so, yeah."

Delphine's blood was slowly rolling to a boil as she observed the interaction, pressing her body slightly closer to Cosima's, though it did nothing to deter the third woman's advances. "Allons-y ma cherie. I still need to get the rest of the grass out of your hair." As often was the case, the term of endearment sunk into the brunette's chest, ensnaring itself around her heart and sending her pulse from a steady thrum to a wild percussion, and Delphine's possessive stance and desecrating glare weren't helping calm her now racing cardiac muscle.

"Of course," Aynsley breathed out, a small smile carved into her cheeks. "I'll be in the dunking booth, so unless the baseball team comes over, I should be able to hear you. You should stop by when you're done with your commitments." Her blue eyes flickered over to Delphine when the last word passed over her lips, and the double entendre was not missed by the other blonde, whose discomfort and annoyance was quickly transforming into out-right jealousy tinged with a slow-burning anger.

Sliding her palm against the arch of Cosima's back, Delphine purposefully answered for both of them, confidently stating, "we definitely will." The use of the plural wasn't lost on Aynsley, whose smile didn't falter, though her eyes narrowed slightly.

When they separated further down the field, Cosima headed toward the stage hastily built by the woodworking classes and Delphine meandered just a few feet away, where Felix sat, emphatically arguing with a freshman who wanted the word 'swag' written across his forehead. The boy finally gave up, rolling his eyes and muttering under his breath as he stalked off in the opposite direction, leaving an open seat for Delphine to settle into, just in view of the stage.

"You know," Felix began, surprisingly tentative despite his typical penchant for full-throttle, no holds barred conversations, "she really cares about you." The blonde nodded absentmindedly, hazel eyes focused on the small stool Cosima now occupied, a ukulele tucked against her lap as she adjusted the microphone. "So don't fuck it up, yeah? Every time Cos gets screwed over by a straight girl, I get visible, Sapphic-induced stress zits that emerge in direct proximity to her suffocating misery."

"I have no intention of hurting her, Felix."

The younger man scoffed, ignoring the slightly upset expression that flashed across Delphine's features. "They always say that, and yet I always end up sharing my bed with the blanket-stealing cuddle monster that she becomes. That amount of affection from anyone gives me crow's feet, and I'm far too attractive for wrinkles just yet."

The blonde bit back a chuckle before her attention was brought back to the stage, a familiar churning in her gut warming her from the inside out, like a perfectly temperatured cup of coffee in early November. "I'll do anything I can to earn your trust, Felix."

The simple statement was flooring, but the brunette recovered quickly, shrugging to show his unaffectedness. "It's not just me. You've got the league of sisters from hell to deal with too."

"All of you then," she murmured, listening to the opening strums of Cosima's song choice. "I'll earn the trust of all of you."

"It's open!" Delphine didn't move from her position in front of the stove, slowly folding chicken into the pasta she'd spent the better part of an hour simmering in a sauce pan. She heard the door squeak closed without a response, and would have worried had it not been followed by the distinct thump of high heeled boots hitting the floor and the equally noisy echo as her oversized purse fell next to them.

"It smells incredible in here," Cosima breathed, tilting up on her toes to press a quick kiss to the blonde's cheek. "Do you want a glass of wine?"

"Oui, bien sûr, and white, s'il te plait. It's in the door of the refrigerator." The older woman arched an eyebrow at the amalgamation of French and English, a sure sign that Delphine was nervous, but refused to ruin a night of dinner, comparing bruises from field day, and hopefully, curling up on the couch with a movie with something as trivial as linguistics.

The blonde quickly plated their meals, occasionally sneaking glances out of her periphery as Cosima struggled with the cork of the wine bottle, groaning as bits of it broke off while she tried to remove it in its entirety. While a small smile played against her lips, her eyes darted nervously and her pulse was racing at alarming levels, only escalating further when she heard a sharply inhaled breath come from the direction of the kitchen. With the bottle of wine tucked beneath her bicep and two long-stemmed glasses secured between the fingers of her left hand, Cosima slid into the living room, the lack of friction between the wooden floors and her stocking-clad feet giving her no traction.

The pair stood with a distance of about five feet between them, staring but neither keen to begin the conversation, one for lack of confidence, the other for a lack of words at all. Delphine swallowed down the fear shaking her limbs and reached next to their plates for a remote, flicking on her stereo and hearing the familiar strains of Cosima's karaoke song easily sliding through the tension-filled air. She reached for the bottle of wine, placing it on the coffee table before doing the same with the goblets, extending her hand a third, and last, time, breathing out when the brunette's fingers intertwined with her own and Cosima allowed herself to be pulled forward.

Always wanted to believe someone out there was for me -
I couldn't seem to find you.
At the time you were to me, just a story, just a dream -
I was far away from you.

She hummed softly as she finally relaxed, her body sinking into Delphine's easily, accepting and relishing in the warmth the taller woman provided. Her free hand had slipped around a trim waist, holding a bit more tightly than perhaps she should have, but not caring all the same.

Scared that I was wasting my time,
but now I put it all on the line.

"Were you serious?" she finally whispered, during a moment of instrumental interlude, her glasses unable to hide the vulnerability pouring forth from her hazel eyes, lightened with hope and sparkling with unhindered anticipation.

And I wouldn't change it, my whole life I've been chasing
This moment been waiting for someone made for me.
I've seen your face in so many different places,
I feel like it's fated, that you were made for me.

Delphine closed the last inch of space between their bodies, settling her chin of top of pulled back dreadlocks, before murmuring out her response. "Of course, ma cherie. Why wouldn't I be?"

For a time I went around with my heart held underground,
trying to forget you.
I still wanted to believe someone out there was for me,
just couldn't seem to get through.

But now I think I've found something good,
and all that time I misunderstood.

Cosima's body tensed before she spoke, and had one hand not be occupied with playing with the blonde's fingers, she knew she would have been gesticulating wildly to try and explain the abundant list of reasons Delphine couldn't possibly be serious. "It's just like, you told me you liked me yesterday, and I mean, you haven't had time to explore your sexuality, and this would be kind of a big deal, and I just don't want you to feel like –"

"Ma cherie," she cooed in response, sliding her palm from the nape of the other woman's neck to tilt her chin up slightly, "I'm not concerned about where I fall on the Kinsey scale, and I've liked you since the moment I met you." She took a steadying breath, noting that Cosima's eyes were locked on her own, unwaveringly. "And seeing as I don't find that it would constitute a 'big deal,' will you go to homecoming with me?" She shifted her gaze to the wine glass that had the same words painted on it in delicate cursive, the nerves rushing over her rendering her unable to continue looking the brunette in the eye. Cosima's firm grip on her waist managed to tighten just that little bit more before she lifted onto the tips of her toes, pressing their lips together as she nodded; a wide grin pulled at the corners of her mouth when she fell back flat-footed, resuming the slow circles they'd been orbiting in, and snuggling into Delphine's neck.

Yet I wouldn't change it,
my whole life I've been chasing.
This moment been waiting for someone made for me.
I've seen your face in so many different places,
I feel like it's fated, that you were made for me.

The nerves faded away, and all that was left was the sense of calm washing over them as the song began a second time, with Cosima's voice lightly dancing atop the original vocals, their dinner forgotten and their thoughts fluttering around the next few days.

AN: Hello my lovely readers. :) I hope you enjoyed this chapter and the ridiculous amount of fluff it contained. I place complete and total blame on the beautiful woman who has stolen my heart, who you can also thank for the song featured in this chapter (Made For Me by Michelle Chamuel - it's beautiful and you should really check it out!).
As always, thank you for all of your kind words, and leave a review if you want to, to let me know what you think or what you'd like to see! xx Aimee

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