This is the first in a collection of Cophine one-shots I've been working on. Each one is a high school AU featuring our favourite scientists. Some will be smutty, some will be fluffy, some will be angsty. This is mostly just something I have a lot of fun writing and doesn't really fit in the other pieces I'm working on, so I figured I'd just gather them all here.

Lunch is her favourite period.

Most people automatically assume that honor falls to second period, based purely on the fact that Biology currently occupies that time slot. This assumption would have been correct a month ago; that was before she spent an hour every morning for the last three weeks huddled over a microscope with a certain blonde pressed firmly against her side, the two of them sharing glances at the cell underneath, scribbling their findings on a sheet of paper. Every second she spends at the blonde's side is agonizing in ways she, for all her wisdom, doesn't fully comprehend. She's careful not to let her eyes linger too long on one area, like the lower lip she's always chewing on or her perfect mess of curls she's always raking such deft and nimble fingers through. Cosima is mature for her age, wise beyond her years, and yet every day when Delphine sits down next to her in Bio class, she turns into a giant ball of teenage hormones and it's reaching a painful boiling point.

The semester hadn't started off so bad. Of course, she took notice of the blonde the second she first walked through the door, but her feelings were somehow manageable from a distance. Delphine had claimed the unmanned desk at the very front of the room while Cosima sat at the very back, where she was able to gawk without fear of exposure. Transferring a couple of weeks into the semester meant that the foreign girl was the only one in the class without a lab partner, but her solitude was excused. Instead of forcing her to join another team, Mr. Roberts had let her fly solo, probably because of her stellar grasp of the subject matter. Cosima was initially jealous; Scott was the best possible lab partner, but she was incorrigible in her pursuit of knowledge and having to share a microscope and wait for Scott to catch up to her overly quick deductions meant that she was sacrificing time and resources she could be using to propel herself even further ahead of the class. Delphine was free to move at her own pace, answering to nobody, and it was a freedom that left the brunette green with envy. This changed, however, when Scott's dad was offered a job in Minnesota and the awkward young boy was spirited away to the bowels of the Midwest. With both girls sans a lab partner, there was only one logical solution.

"Since we're evenly numbered now," Mr. Roberts had proclaimed. "Delphine, why don't you join Cosima? I'm sure she's feeling a little lonely back there all by herself."

His suggestion sent an icy pang through her chest, causing her entire body to lock up. Delphine turned in her seat to direct her attention to the stiffened brunette and the two exchanged hesitant glances before the blonde finally gathered her books and shuffled to the back of the room, dropping down on the stool next to her.

"Bonjour," she had said with a coy smile.

It was the first time they had ever (officially) spoken to each other outside of the context of classroom debate. It wasn't that Delphine had been cold to her prior; the European hadn't seemed to notice her much at all, aside from the casual smile she'd slip whenever the two crossed paths in the hallway or their eyes met from across the room. Cosima had nearly choked on her own words, but managed to utter some sort of syllable in greeting.

Delphine has proven to be an even more adept lab partner than Scott. The brunette never has to worry about waiting for her to catch up with her own observations or double checking the blonde's lab report before she hands it in. It's sort of nice in a way, to work with someone who is more than an equal to her intellectual drive. The tradeoff, however, means that she spends an hour every day in close proximity to the one person who rouses kamikaze butterflies from their slumber in her stomach. She's normally such a talkative girl, but around Delphine, she tries her best to hold her clever tongue for fear of sounding like a bumbling idiot in front the only person whose opinion matters. Despite her best attempts at being conservative, she always finds another way to make a fool of herself. That morning, her and Delphine had both leaned in to take a peak through the microscope at the very same time, bumping foreheads. She'd apologized profusely and the European just giggled, reassuring her. As they both scribbled down their findings on lined paper, her right arm had brushed against Delphine's left on the table and she'd locked up like she usually did when she came into direct contact with her partner. What made it worse was the fact that Delphine didn't seem to mind. She certainly noticed, as Cosima took note of the goosebumps raised along the blonde's arm. She didn't withdraw her arm, didn't shoot Cosima a questioning glance. She simply held it there until the bell finally signaled the end of the class and the brunette darted away as quickly as humanly possible.

She's still a little flustered from her latest display of awkwardness with Delphine and she knows there's only one thing in this world that will settle her nerves now. As she walks around the back of the building, she smiles when she spots the disheveled punk leaning against the wall, aggressive music blaring from her headphones.

"Hey, Sarah," she says with a wave, closing the distance between them.

Sarah lifts her head, taking note of her visitor. She pulls her headphones from her ears and tucks them into her pocket.

"Oi."

This has become a common occurrence between them. Cosima and Sarah are polar opposites, the former being the charmingly geeky overachiever and the latter your typical troubled teen with a knack for stirring up trouble. The only thing the two seem to share is their mischievousness (Cosima's brand arguably more playful), their quick tongues and this corner in the parking lot where they've been meeting since freshmen year.

"Can I have a dime?" the spectacled girl asks, digging a ten dollar bill out of her pocket.

Sarah nods, then shrugs her backpack from her shoulders to dig through it. She retrieves a ziplock bag and trades it for the money, her eyes quickly scanning the area to make sure there are no observers. As soon as the exchange is over, she shoves her hands into the pockets of her tattered leather jacket and tries to look as inconspicuous as possible.

"Vic says this stuff's a little stronger than the stuff I sold you last week, yeah?" Sarah warns.

"So, don't smoke it all at once or I can kiss my entire day goodbye," Cosima says with a nod, slipping the baggie into the safety of her bra,.

"Basically."

Their school is full of an abundance of burnouts, but Cosima doesn't consider herself to be one of them. Unlike a lot of her peers, she doesn't spend her days toking in her basement and frying her brain beyond the point of thought. For her, it's a joint to relieve some of her anxiety (usually brought upon by her lab partner) or a couple of bong hits when she needs a little inspiration to finish a paper.

"Having more girlfriend troubles?" Sarah inquires with a smirk.

"She's not my girlfriend and I don't have a problem," Cosima protests.

"Oh, come on. Ever since Roberts pawned her off on you, you've been coming here twice as often."

This is true, although the clever girl is unwilling to admit it. She sighs, kicking at a stone on the ground as Sarah snickers.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Only if you have eyes."

Sarah teases her incessantly and she drags her feet the whole way as the two girls walk back around to the front of the school, where the rest of their peers are eating and conversing and enjoying their lunch period. The punk slings an arm around her neck, trying to pull the geek out of her slump.

"Don't worry about it, yeah? I'm not gonna tell anyone you have the hots for Little Miss Perfect."

"Gee, you're too kind," Cosima mutters sarcastically.

"Speaking of which," Sarah says. "Incoming."

Cosima's head perks up at Sarah's words and she spots the blonde approaching them from across the field. Her spine straightens and a large lump forms in her throat as she considers her options; she could slip away and pretend like she simply didn't see Delphine, but when the European waves in her direction, she realizes that's impossible and manages a half-hearted wave of her own.

"Oh, shit. This is golden," Sarah says through her bout of laughter.

Cosima shoves her harshly as Delphine finally stops in front of them, all smiles and perfect hair.

"Bonjour, Cosima!"

Cosima nods a little too enthusiastically.

"Yeah. Hey. Hi."

"You left class so quickly today," Delphine remarks. "Are you feeling well?"

The blonde's concern makes her heart slam even more furiously against her ribcage and she wonders how one person can be so perfect; not only is Delphine absolutely gorgeous, but her intelligence rivals Cosima and her kindness is always genuine, unlike their other female classmates.

"Me? Oh, yeah. Totally. I'm fine. Awesome."

"Bien. I'm glad."

Sarah can barely contain her laughter as she observes them from behind Cosima, slapping a hand over her mouth in an attempt to prevent her cackling. Delphine's brow furrows as she inspects the punk and Cosima mentally reminds herself that she needs to find a new source of weed. As she opens her mouth to snap at Sarah, she's distracted by an extremely colorful bus pulling up to the side of the school and into her line of vision. It reminds her of something out of the 60s, with brightly colored flowers painted along the sides among other things.

"Are the Merry Pranksters in town or something?" she wonders aloud.

Sarah and Delphine both turn to see what she's referring to.

"Oh. It's the spirit bus," Delphine remarks.

"Spirit bus? What the hell's a spirit bus?" Cosima asks.

"Everyone rides to the game in the spirit bus, and they all cheer and sing. It's to support the team," Delphine explains.

"So, it's a big wank-fest then," Sarah summarizes.

The punk and the geek both start laughing as the French girl stares at them blankly, her shoulders slumping ever-so-slightly.

"As if a couple of "hip-hip-hoorays" will really make a difference. We're still gonna get clobbered, just like we do every year. What a lame idea," Cosima muses.

"How about you, blondie? You gonna be on the spirit bus?" Sarah jokes.

"Well... yes."

As soon as Delphine's confession leaves her lips, the spectacled girl immediately stops laughing.

"I'm the one who's organizing the spirit bus. I... I actually came to see if you wanted to buy a ticket, Cosima, but... nevermind."

She feels ice freeze in her veins, her mouth go dry and her throat begin to swell shut. She's spent the better part of the semester trying not to look like a tool in front of Delphine and she's managed to make herself look like biggest one in the entire school in a matter of seconds.

"Oh. Oh shit. I'm so sorry, Delphine!" she apologizes, flailing her hands about.

"I-It's fine. I guess it is sort of an overzealous idea...," the blonde replies, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

"No, it's not! It's a pretty amazing idea, actually!'

"Is that right?" Sarah asks, arching a brow at Cosima.

"For sure! I mean, there's totally not enough school spirit anymore! We could use some more spirit! Go Eagles!" Cosima says, pumping a fist in the air to emphasize her point.

"Vraiment?" Delphine asks, her skepticism matching Sarah's.

"Yeah! I'll totally buy a ticket! Shit, if there were ten of me, I'd buy ten! It'll be fun!"

Delphine's face immediately lights up and she's all radiant smiles and golden halos once again.

"Nice save, geek face," Sarah whispers in Cosima's ear.

"That's wonderful!" Delphine exclaims. "I'm so glad you've decided to come. To be honest, I've had a lot of trouble selling tickets."

"I can't imagine why," Sarah mumbles once again, earning herself a death glare from Cosima.

"Okay. The bus will be parked in front of the school after the final bell. I'll save you a seat."

"O-Okay. Sure thing. I'll be there."

Before she can register what is happening, Delphine is leaning forward, pressing a kiss to one of her cheeks, followed by the other in a typical European fashion. The contact leaves her body buzzing and mouth speechless as she stumbles to find something to say, anything at all. Delphine darts away with a smile and a "ciao" before she has a chance to actually find the words.

"Did I just agree to ride to a football game in a ridiculous-looking short bus with a girl I can barely form coherent thoughts around?" she asks.

"Looks like it."

She groans, slipping her fingers under her lenses and rubbing her eyes.

"Have fun on your date," Sarah snickers, following Delphine's lead and wandering off on her own.

"It's not a date!"

"God, I hate football."

Twenty minutes into the game and the brunette feels what she can only assume is brain atrophy begin to settle in. For such a logical person, she'd made a pretty illogical decision in accepting Delphine's invitation onto the spirit bus. She isn't sure what she was hoping to achieve in doing so, but her lack of foresight has left her stranded at a football game without a friendly face in sight.

The bus ride to the game had been almost painfully awkward. As promised, Delphine had saved her a seat on the bus, but the shorter girl was still too flustered in her partner's presence to hold a meaningful conversation. If she had smoked the weed she'd bought off Sarah during lunch, perhaps she would have felt more at ease, but she hadn't had any time throughout the course of the day to sneak away and indulge. Delphine had bombarded her with a number of ideas for their upcoming Biology project, all of which Cosima approved with a simple nod or grunt. As soon as the bus arrived at their destination, she'd parted ways with a sweet smile and an "adieu" before venturing off with another group of girls. Cosima didn't take it personally; Delphine is a member of the student council and so she has a duty at school events that she must uphold, a duty that transcends their awkward relationship. Cosima had taken a seat by herself on the bleachers, away from the main group of spectators, slumped in a lone heap. Most of the other spectators were from the school they were playing against and the few faces she did recognize were faces she tended to avoid like the plague, so she had opted for solitude instead. And yet, after only a few plays, she'd found the game to be unbearable and had quietly slipped away from the activity without a single soul noticing her departure.

As she exits the area and ventures into the parking lot, she retrieves the perfectly formed joint from her bra and places it between her lips. At this point, everyone is watching the game so she isn't afraid of getting caught. She spots that ridiculous, brightly-coloured bus and figures that it'll serve as a perfect shield from the possibility of prying eyes, so she meanders over towards it.

"You're such an idiot," she mumbles to herself, bringing the lighter to the end of the joint and lighting it.

She'd been so eager to please her lab partner that she'd completely abandoned her dignity in the process. As she turns around the back of the bus, she slams into another body, one that's significantly taller and sturdier than her own. The impact sends her stumbling backwards and she falls on her ass, groaning.

"Shit. Sorry."

She shakes the daze out of her head and opens her eyes to register the large, burly man standing over her. She recognizes him as the bus driver and he offers her a hand which she gratefully accepts, allowing him to tug her back onto her feet with a powerful yank.

"No worries," she replies, brushing herself off.

"Looks like you had the same idea as me, kid."

She notices the joint dangling from between his lips and smirks.

"I won't tell anyone if you won't," she tries.

He shrugs.

"Works for me."

With that, he begins to wander off and her eyes come to rest on the bus, the door wide open. Last she checked, it was the bus driver's responsibility to watch the bus and here he was, running off to God knows where to do God knows what.

"Hey! Where are you going?" she shouts.

"I'll be back when the game's over," he hollers over his shoulder. "Be a good girl and make sure nobody jacks our wheels."

She opens her mouth to say something, but the driver dips around a corner and out of her line of vision and she realizes that she's stuck.

"Great. Now I have to babysit a friggin' bus. Wonderful."

Although, to be honest, she figures it's better than the alternative as she has no desire to return to the arena and watch jocks pummel each other for another hour or so. Sighing, she leans back against the vehicle and takes a heavy drag, holding it in her lungs. When she finally releases it, she feels better almost instantaneously. She can already feel the THC beginning to take effect, bringing a sheepish smile to her face and calming her nerves. It doesn't even rattle her when she notices a familiar blonde rear around the back of the bus, stopping dead in her tracks when she notices Cosima.

"O-Oh. Cosima. I didn't expect anyone to be here," she stutters.

"Yeah, neither did I. Hence, you know, the joint," she says with a laugh, gesturing towards the joint in her hand.

Her eyes drop to the unlit cigarette in Delphine's hand.

"Came to have a smoke?" she inquires.

The European's face turns a bright shade of red and she reaches into her purse, fumbling with her pack of cigarettes in an attempt to slip the one between her fingers back inside.

"Hey, it's fine. I don't care or anything. Do what you gotta do," Cosima says.

She watches as Delphine's body slowly relaxes.

"Promise you won't tell?"

She's usually so nervous when speaking to the gorgeous blonde, but the weed is having its intended effect, making it far easier for her to socialize and forget her anxiety. She watches Delphine nibble on her bottom lip and bow her head slightly, like a child getting caught in the midst of doing something naughty. She can't help but find it adorable.

"Why would I tell on you?" she asks.

"I don't want to get in trouble," Delphine replies, her doe eyes pleading for secrecy.

Cosima giggles, taking another drag from her joint.

"Your secret's safe with me," she promises, exhaling a puff of smoke as she speaks. "Besides, you kinda have an ace up your sleeve, anyway."

"Pardon?" Delphine asks, bemused.

"Well, if I ratted you out for smoking a cigarette, you could always rat me out for smoking pot. I'd get in way more trouble than you. I'd probably get suspended," the brunette explains.

Delphine finally smiles.

"C'est vrai."

She places the cigarette between her lips and lights up. Cosima continues to lean back against the bus, watching her intently. Her eyes fixate on her lab partner's perfect lips, taking note of how they maneuver themselves around the cancerous stick; she smokes the cigarette like it's an extension of herself, not like a lot of her classmates do, huffing greedily and occasionally coughing. Everything about Delphine, from the way she speaks in class to the way she smokes a cigarette, has a sort of grace to it.

"You wanna sit?" Cosima suggests, motioning towards the bus's open door.

Delphine arches her neck, attempting to peer inside of it.

"Where is the driver?"

"Said he'd be back when the game was over," Cosima shrugs.

Delphine finishes her cigarette, flicking the butt to the ground. She stares at the brunette hesitantly, then stares at the open door, wondering how to proceed. The spectacled girl can almost see the gears turning in the blonde's head as she assesses the situation, trying to determine the level of trouble she'll find herself in if they're caught.

"Come on. We can talk more about our project if you want," Cosima insists.

"Maybe this is not such a good idea. We might get in trouble if we get caught unsupervised," Delphine replies, chewing on her lower lip again, undoubtedly a nervous habit.

"Oh, come on. Do you really wanna go back there and watch us get the shit-kicking of a life time?" the brunette asks with a lopsided grin.

This time, Delphine cannot contain her own smile.

"It really is quite painful to watch," she remarks.

"A whole lot of good your spirit bus did, eh?' Cosima jabs.

She watches the blonde slump.

"Hey, sorry! I was only kidding!" she defends.

Delphine offers her another smile and then saunters by her, stepping onto the bus. Cosima's initially shocked at the French girl's sudden defiance, but a pleased smirk returns to her face and she follows faithfully behind. Delphine heads to the very back of the bus, sliding into one of the rows, waiting for Cosima to join her. The brunette eventually does, taking a seat next to her, still taking the occasional drag from her joint.

"You're a very joking person, aren't you?" the blonde asks.

Cosima arches a brow, her tongue poking out from behind her teeth as it usually does when she's in a playful mood. She holds out the joint to her lab partner and Delphine takes it from her fingers, holding it up and inspecting it before eventually bringing it to her own lips and taking a drag.

"A "joking" person?" Cosima teases.

Delphine immediately realizes how foolish she sounds and she erupts into a fit of laughter, quickly joined by Cosima. After another toke, she hands the joint back to Cosima, who snuffs it out on the back of the seat.

"I can't think of the proper English word," she admits.

"Hm. Well, my dad always calls me cheeky," Cosima offers.

"Oui! Cheeky! Cheeky is the perfect word!"

Cosima chuckles again, then lifts her hands high above her head, stretching languidly. She lets out a loud groan as she does so, reveling in the feeling of her muscles stretching. The act causes her shirt to rise slightly, leaving her stomach exposed, something the blonde discreetly takes note of.

"You're always laughing and smiling. I always see you joking with your friends," Delphine says, leaning back in her seat.

"You do?"

Delphine's confession shocks her. She always assumed she was but a blip on the blonde's radar, hardly important enough to warrant any sort of inspection. She figured that Delphine never took any notice of her at all outside of Biology. When she thinks about Delphine observing her from a safe distance, she smiles coyly.

"How come you never joke with me, Cosima?"

Her voice is a low whisper, almost deadly in its seriousness. Even still, there is a sweetness to her tone and when the brunette meets her gaze, the intensity that flickers in the opposing chestnut orbs sends a jolt up her spine.

"W-What?"

Delphine leans in a little closer.

"You always seem to get so quiet when I speak, but you're so lively with other people. Do... do I make you uncomfortable?" she asks, her brow furrowing.

Despite the marijuana, she feels the ice return to her veins and she panics.

"What? No! Not at all!"

"Do you... not like me, then?"

The blonde's bottom lip begins to tremble, her eyes begin to glimmer. The ice becomes liquid nitrogen; she can't stand to see girls cry, let alone Delphine. She looks so defeated, a la Bambi and the hunter.

She can't help herself.

Confessions begin to slip.

"No! That's not the case at all! I like you a lot, actually!"

The French girl's trembling lip immediately steadies, the threat of tears slowly dissipating. Her expression changes from one of pain and sadness to one of hopeful curiosity.

"You do?" she inquires.

"Yeah! Like, I totally like you!" Cosima exclaims, her hands waving around frantically.

Delphine smiles, reaching for one of the brunette's hands. She grasps it gently, studying it with her own. She pulls Cosima closer to her and the spectacled girl feels that familiar lump begin to form in her throat again.

"I like you, too, Cosima," she confesses.

"R-Really?" she asks, stunned.

Delphine shifts closer so that she is pressed up to Cosima's side, the contact melting the stiffness in her body. She rests her head against Cosima's shoulder and releases a contented sigh.

"I think that you may be the smartest, sweetest person in this entire school."

It's the most genuine compliment she's ever received and it turns her cheeks a new shade of red.

"I don't know if that's true," she mutters.

"It is."

Cosima smiles, resting her chin atop Delphine's head. It's a closeness they've never shared before, but she's feeling strangely confident with the string of confessions that are slowly unraveling.

"When Mr. Roberts said that we were to be lab partners... I was nervous."

"What? Why?" she laughs.

"You're so smart, I always feel like a fool whenever you speak in class."

"Yeah. Ditto," Cosima replies with a grin.

"I guess we've both been foolish, then."

Cosima looks down at the blonde, who tilts her head up to meet her gaze. Her eyes drift from Delphine's down to her lips, then back to her eyes again, fluttering between the two, unable to settle on a destination. She recognizes the haziness in the French girl's eyes as the same that has settled in her own.

"What would your friends say if they saw us like this?" she whispers.

"Friends?"

She acts as though Cosima is speaking a completely foreign language and her voice is enough to send a fissure right through Cosima's heart. It had never once dawned on her for a second that Delphine, the prettiest, smartest girl in school could feel just as lonely as she does. She maintains her fixed gaze with the blonde, who slowly lets her eyes drift shut and leans forward, pressing her lips to Cosima's. Before the brunette has time to properly respond to the kiss, Delphine pulls away again, staring up at her through long lashes and glossy eyes.

"C'est bien?" she asks shyly.

Cosima mumbles in incoherent agreement before leaning in once again, meeting Delphine's waiting lips. It's a sweet kiss, firm yet tender, and she finds herself sighing into the blonde's mouth as Delphine's hand reaches, caressing the side of her face, gently stroking her cheek. This isn't her first kiss, but all preceding ones have been hurried and sloppy; there was Dan in the ninth grade who damn near shoved his tongue down her throat at her first and last tailgating party, then there was Christine who'd been so inebriated, after a few brief moments of making out she had to break away from the kiss to vomit down the front of her top, abruptly ending the encounter. Delphine's lips aren't clumsy, her tongue isn't presumptuous. She tests the waters with tiny nips, gently sucking on Cosima's bottom lip, eliciting tiny moans from the depths of the brunette's chest. When Cosima eventually feels the blonde's tongue tease and beg for entry, she obliges and loses herself to the sensation.

She feels Delphine begin to shift and quickly realizes that the blonde is attempting to find a more advantageous position, so her hands find Delphine's hips and help her until her French classmate is straddling her lap.

"Is this better?" Delphine asks.

Cosima nods, then silences her with lips once again. Her hands trace patterns against Delphine's lower back, deftly slipping beneath the hem of her sweater in her pursuit for skin. She keeps it chaste, resisting the temptation to sink lower to her lab partner's ass. She allows Delphine to set the pace, because for all her willingness, she can still feel a tinge of uncertainty, most likely brought upon by her inexperience with women.

When they part for air, Cosima's lips immediately go to the French girl's throat, showering it with kisses and nips. She can hear the blonde attempt to stifle her whimpers, although she's not very successful. Instead, her hands dig into the brunette's hair, holding her head in position, encouraging her adulation.

"You feel so good," Delphine moans.

"You, too," Cosima huffs against her throat. "I knew you would."

Her words draw a smile from the blonde, who reclaims a hand from Cosima's hair, instead placing it on the quirky girl's chest to gently nudge her backwards until she's sitting straight, her back pressed against uncomfortable leather.

"You knew?" she pries, locking eyes with Cosima.

The brunette licks her lips and nods, trying to steady her laboured breathing. Delphine is reaching for the zipper of her sweater, slowly pulling it down until the garment is open. She watches its entire descent through hooded lids.

"Totally."

Delphine's smirk becomes wider as she shimmies out of the sweater, discarding it on the floor of the bus. Her white tank top clings to her body, her black lace bra far too apparent underneath, leaving very little to the imagination. She reaches for the hem of the tank top, but before she removes it, she pauses. Cosima finds her gaze once again, waiting for the European to continue. Instead, she leaves the geek dangling.

"How long?"

She finally realizes that the usually meek and modest blonde is far more wicked than she could have imagined. Her hands linger on the hem of her top, teasing, waiting for Cosima's response, unwilling to reward her until she gets her answer.

"From the second I saw you."

She reckons her response is the right one because in a flash, the top is pulled over Delphine's head and thrown somewhere behind her. She groans at the sight of newly exposed skin and her hands leave Delphine's hips, traveling up her torso, pausing beneath her covered breasts. She can feel a steady throbbing between her legs and she gazes up at the girl straddling her, eyes begging for permission. When she feels Delphine tug her hands away, she wants to whine at the rejection, but the blonde is reaching for the hem of her own shirt before she has time to do so. Cosima leans forward, allowing Delphine to pull the article over her head, leaving both girls topless.

"Tu es belle," Delphine whispers in her ear, her hands beginning their exploration.

Cosima leans back, her eyes slamming shut as she allows the blonde to explore her body. She runs her hands over toned biceps, a jutting collarbone, along her ticklish sides that cause the brunette's stomach to tense. Delphine is familiarizing herself with the field, learning the rules of the game. She's a quick study.

When Cosima can take no more of Delphine's torturous pace, she leans forward, sandwiching Delphine against herself and the back of the seat in front of them. Her hands cup the slender girl's breasts through the fabric of her bra and she hears the French girl's breath hitch as she arches into the touch. She's testing boundaries now, seeing how far the blonde is willing to go, and when Delphine doesn't stop her, she slowly undoes the magnetic clasp at the front of her bra, watching the garment fall open and supple flesh spill out. As she takes a nipple in her mouth, her eyes find Delphine's who are staring down at her through dilated pupils, her lips parted.

"Cosima," she whispers breathlessly.

She closes her eyes and succumbs to the sensation of a warm mouth and skillful tongue enveloping her nipple. Her hands find the back of the brunette's head and pull her closer into her chest as her hips buck involuntarily. This instinctual reaction is enough to solidify Cosima's resolve and she reaches for the zipper of the blonde's pants, pulling it down. As soon as Delphine feels her pants begin to loosen, she looks down at Cosima, chewing on her bottom lip.

"Are you sure?" the brunette asks, halting her movements.

Delphine takes a moment to consider her before nodding. She climbs off of Cosima's lap so she can slip out of her pants before finding her place once again straddling the brunette's lap. The geek can feel her entire body begin to tremble with anticipation, her skin flare on contact. Even in her many fantasies of herself and the blonde alone in the Bio lab, Delphine's body was never quite this perfect, her skin never quite so smooth, her touch never so effective. She tries to maintain her newfound confidence as she feels Delphine reach for her own jeans, helping her shimmy out of them. Never in a thousand years would she ever have thought that she'd be sitting in the back of a short bus in her bra and panties with Delphine fucking Cormier straddling her in nothing but her underwear, dragging her lips across the brunette's clavicle. She can feel her classmate's own desire slick against her stomach through the fabric of flimsy cotton and it's enough to send her eyes reeling back in her head. She reaches for Delphine's hips again, repositioning the blonde so that she is free to slip a leg between her thighs and they're both keening at the contact.

"More," Cosima expels, pushing herself up against the blonde.

Delphine obeys, grinding down against Cosima's thigh. Their movements are clumsy at first as they both try to feel out a rhythm, but they eventually discover a sense of fluidity as as they thrust in counterpoint to one another. She buries her face in Delphine's neck, teeth sinking into flesh as the blonde's hands grip her head tightly, both to steady herself and hold Cosima in position. As their pace quickens, so does the slickness between their legs, branding the tender flesh of each other's thighs. As she tastes Delphine's heart slamming hard through her jugular, she can hear her own exploding in her ears and she knows that it's too much for either of them to stand for much longer. The blonde whimpers and mewls like a kitten, French profanities the only words she can seem to conjure up. Cosima keeps her face buried in the softness of her classmate's neck and closes her eyes, focusing on the rhythm of their undulating hips, the thunder of their heartbeats, the blaze of her own desire quickly spreading from the juncture between her thighs to her belly, reaching higher and higher with every passing second. Her hands dig into Delphine's hips, helping to guide her movements, helping to angle her in the exact, precise way to achieve the friction they're both so desperate for.

"Près...," Delphine utters through parted lips, her hands dropping to Cosima's back to sink her nails into olive-toned flesh.

Cosima takes this as encouragement and rewards with a heavy thrust once, twice, three times before she finally feels the blonde's entire body tense up and begin to convulse. Delphine goes completely silent for an instant before she releases a deep, throaty moan and throws her head back. The sound itself is enough to send Cosima the rest of the way over the edge as the blonde pulls her under into her own abyss of explosions and white-hot flames.

They cling to each other, their skin fused together in a combination of sweat and heat. Delphine cradles the brunette's head, pressing a kiss to the crown of it and Cosima smiles sheepishly as she allows herself to be held.

"Wow," is all she is able to muster.

Delphine hums in response as her breathing finally steadies itself. When her legs find their strength again, she slips off of Cosima and finds their discarded clothing on the floor, handing Cosima her pants and top as she dresses herself.

"What. No cuddles?" Cosima teases.

Delphine flashes her a grin from over her shoulder. She stalks over to Cosima, leaning down and responding with a slow, tantalizing kiss that has the brunette's body nearly quaking all over again.

"The game should be finishing soon," she explains.

"Oh. Oh, right. I guess that's true," Cosima replies, pulling her own jeans up her legs.

Once they're both dressed again, they stumble out of the vehicle hand-in-hand, grinning and giggling like foolish children. They can hear an eruption of sound from the football field, most likely indicating the end of the match and they're timing couldn't have been better.

"Well, well, well."

The familiar British accent reaches both sets of ears as they whip around to spot Sarah leaning against the side of the bus, a cocky smirk on her face. She's accompanied by Alison, another girl from their grade who is donning an expression of pure mortification.

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" Cosima asks, alarmed.

The last person she expected to see at a football game was Sarah, let alone in the company of Alison Hendrix.

"I-I-I wanted to come watch the game. Sarah wanted to check on you," Alison stammers, her eyes wide and face pale.

"Just wanted to see how your date was going. Pretty well, apparently."

The blush is immediate for the blonde, who nervously tucks a piece of hair behind her ear while sinking her teeth into her lower lip. She can't bring herself to meet Sarah's gaze.

"We... we were just talking about, uh, science," Cosima tries.

"Is that right?" Sarah asks again.

"Yep. Science."

"O-Oui. Science," Delphine chimes in.

"Well, I've never heard science like that before. And in a school bus! People sit on those seats, you know!" Alison chides.

Sarah erupts into a fit of laughter once again.

"Okay, so it was, like, crazy science. Super mega crazy science. You know, the kind that makes a lot of noise?"

"Is it also the kind that flips your shirt inside out, genius?" Sarah retorts, tugging at the evidence.

She hadn't noticed until now that her top was, indeed, inside out. She opens her mouth to try yet another excuse but she quickly realizes how futile it is, so she closes it and begins to laugh at the hilarity of the entire situation. She looks over to Delphine who, despite covering her mouth with her hand in an attempt to conceal her smile, is unable to contain her own soft giggling which eventually grows into a more tumultuous uproar that matches Sarah and Cosima's, leaving Alison the odd girl out, arms folded across her chest.

"Seems like you got more spirit than I thought, yeah?" Sarah asks, swatting Cosima in the arm.

She unleashes a massive grin.

"Go Eagles."