We Must Hide.

Cosima turns off the shower and steps out, wrapping a towel around her dreads and body. As she moisturises her face over the sink, she can hear frustrated grunts from the bedroom on suite. She puts down the cream and pokes her head out of the door, squinting her eyes to spot what was making the noise. Her vision scans to the bed, and she can hazily see her girlfriend struggling. Cosima slips on her glasses, baffled to see Delphine struggling to either get in or out of her favourite red jeans. Cosima coughs, and Delphine swerves around like a deer in the headlights. Her legs uncomfortably flailing in the air, small jeans now gripping to her thighs.

“I..uhh.. can explain?” Delphine awkwardly swallows. Cosima chuckles, walking over to the struggling blonde.

“Did you honestly think for one moment that your thick thighs would fit into my clothes?” Cosima raises an eyebrow at her, excepting that her jeans would never be same size again.

“…Just shut up and help me.” Delphine mumbles with embarrassment. She strains her legs once more, but the clothing would not budge. Cosima scoffs playfully, stroking a finger over the blonde’s skin as she stands up.

“Hell no, you got yourself into this mess, you get yourself out. I’m gunna go wash my face.” Cosima pokes out her tongue. “Good luck buddy.”

Delphine’s jaw drops as she watches her partner snarkily walk away from her, leaving herself to continue struggling. Her brows furrow as she scolds Cosima with her eyes. Cosima smugly waves to her as she shuts the bathroom door.