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Inside Her Room perhaps, time just stops
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Prof. Lanes belongs to me

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She stood behind where he sat, arms looping around his shoulders. Sara rested her head on him, pressing a quick kiss to the point where his jaw met his neck. "He's growing up fast," she said, nodding to where Isaac sat on the floor before them, playing with a handmade stuffed rabbit given by one of the sisters. He was nearly three, becoming more adventurous by the hour. "And he's already just as stubborn as you." A lighthearted joke, one she said with a ghost of a grin. / safefromsin
Sometimes Jacobstill felt detached from that little boy. As if Isaac was a member oftheir family, yes⌠but not his own. It wasnât that Jacob didnâtlove him. He did. With all his being. And maybe that was exactly whyit still felt so wrong to him.
This little boy haddone nothing but been born â and with the moment Jacob had held himfor the first time, he loved him. It was unconditional, pure. It wasdeeper than they will he had felt to protect his brothers, hissister, and then Sara. There would be no hesitation to turn up earthand hell and heavens in order to protect this little one in Jacob.
He had neverexpected for something like this to be possible. Well, neither had heever expected to be a father.
Reaching up, Jacobâsthumb caressed over Saraâs arm, before he slightly lifted it toreturn a kiss to the inside of her wrist. She had made all of thispossible. Jacob hummed, amused by her jab, though his opinion was adifferent one.
âAt the moment itis still your stubbornness. He knows how to act to bend me to hiswill - doesnât that sound familiar to ya?â
Isaac must havenoticed that they were watching him, because he suddenly looked upfrom the stuffed toy, reddish blond curls falling into his facebefore he smiled sweetly. One vague clap onhis knee from Jacob was enough for the toddler to scramble to hisfeet quickly and hop over to his parents. Jacob grabbed theboy and lifted him onto his knee, holding his back to ensure Isaacwouldnât simply fall off in his current excitement, holding up thestuffed animal for his parents to look at.  Before Sara couldreturn the boyâs sweetness though, Jacob raised his eyebrows.
âNot scared I willbite the rabbitâs ears off?â
An amused glint inhis eyes and a grin on his face, that Jacob would have never noticedhimself, he growled lowly before putting his teeth around the plushrabbitâs ear. Just gently.
âNo, Daddy! Donât!â,Isaac giggled as he protested the âthreatâ and quickly pulled thetoy back to press it against his chest.
âI will get youboth then!â, his father replied and let the hand on Isaacâs backslip back so the boy would fall a bit â before being caught byJacobâs hand again as he bowed forward to make more of thoseplayful growls at his son.
The result was acheerful squeal as Isaac still held onto the rabbit and laughed inhis fatherâs arms, trying to escape Jacobâs prickling beard. Hewas innocent. And sweet. And he was safe here â Jacob would neverallow anything to hurt this little boy⌠his weak spot.
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my favorite part of this discourse is the fact that I have yet to see anyone âhatingâ on cophine or cophine shippers. no one⌠hates them⌠all I ever see is them boo-hooing about how theyâre âafraidâ to post or enjoy their ship anymore. theyâre just pressed because people are finally being vocal about how fucking annoying it is to go into ob tags and see nothing but gifs/photosets/posts of the same Delphine/Cophine moment over and over again when some people actually watch the show for the plot and other characters. we shouldnât have to scroll through ten Delphine posts to find one meta post?? is that like. so much to ask. we arenât hating on them, weâre just saying how they singlemindedly stan their fave is annoying. itâs just an opinion.
Toutes les bonnes choses ont une fin. Part 4.
âIs thatâs it? I thought you have much more things to unpack. It looks like my baggage for one-week trip would be much larger than this. Do you have any decoration? Are you planning to decorate the flat at all cuz thatâs too... DYAD looking?â â Cosima grinned.
âI have everything I need in the apartment so there is no need to carry old stuff. And no, I donât have any decorationâ â Delphine replied frowning.
âHey, are you⌠are you okay?â
âYeah-yeah, Iâm just⌠hmmm⌠tired. I am fine. Relaxâ
Cosima looked worried â Delphine have never been this quiet before. But there is no way she could make her speak until Delphine decides to tell her what is going on. The smaller woman slowly approached with an intention to hug her even though she saw Delphine was not in the mood for that. At first Delphineâs body was straight as an arrow and tense as a bundle of nerves. She didnât even respond to the hug in a proper way but Cosima wasnât going to let her go and she squeezed the Blonde even tighter because she wanted her pain to go away no matter what is that about.
Cosima read somewhere that hugging and slightly swinging someone at the same time might relax the person because of some psychological patterns from childhood and thanks to the anonymous author this actually worked but not in the way that Cosima expected.
Suddenly she felt the Blondeâs shoulders started to uncontrollably shake. Only after she heard quiet weeping she realized that Delphine was crying. Her grip became firmer as she was trying to hold onto Cosima like a drowning man desperately catching at a straw. The brunette felt so useless. She didnât know what to do so she just was standing there caressing Delphine in a way saying âI am here. I wonât leave youâ and letting the pain flow through her and out.
âI am sorry. Family issues you know. Oh merde! I am such a messâ â Delphine whispered after she could finally breathe calmly.
âNo-no it is okay. You need anything? Anything really?â â Cosima replied trying to hide the tremble in her voice.
âLetâs just watch something ridiculous and just lay here, dâaccord?â
Cosima realized that it is really serious when Del ignored her favorite âDonât stop me nowâ scene from âShaun of the deadâ.
After couple hours of cuddling Cosima fell asleep. It was 2 a.m. when Delphine unintentionally woke her up by pressing her head to Cosimaâs so that her warm breathing tickled brunetteâs neck.
âDel, are you awake?â â she whispered tenderly.
âYes, I am sorry. I didnât mean to scare youâ
âWell I am not scared â just awakeâ â Cosima tried to make her smile
âThatâs not what I meant. I am sorry for my hysteric. I am not usually like thatâ
âHey, stop saying you are sorry. You talk to me?â â said the smaller women trying to make her as comfortable as possible holding Blondeâs hands in hers.
âPlease donât say anything until I stop, okay?â
âI promiseâ
âToday is 20 yearsâ anniversary of my fatherâs death. It was a car accident but my father chose to turn the wheel in the way that put him in danger and in order to save me.  And thisâŚâ â Delphine said trying to hide the scar on the right side of her chest â âThe metal pipe from the car stuck into my body deep enough to prevent me from moving but not enough to killâ.
Cosima slowly draw circles on Delphineâs shoulder using only top of her fingers watching as the Blond were turning her face away to avoid looking at Cosima â it was easier to control herself that way â but every inch of her body was pressed tightly to Cosimaâs. That was vital. Delphine felt like she was going to fall apart as soon as they are divided. She needed the smaller woman tonight. Tonight she was the weak one.
âThere were this two minutes of clarity before the agony started. Papa was trying to express his last will. He asked to forgive and love my mother despite her inability to love me back. This bitch was cheating on him from the very first year of their marriage. But he loved her too much. I guess he also knew that she is not really into the idea of having a daughter - her potential lovers could count her age. The bitch is too French to let a man see her standing one foot in the grave already. So my father made a deposit - his lawyer shouldâve use it to pay in advance for my education in the boarding school if something bad happen to papa. Â Probably he realized that I wouldnât be able to live with that woman because she wasnât the one who raised me. He wasâ â Delphine smirked. Â âIt looks like I have not only my motherâs face but also this freaking lying natureâ â Delphine thought sadly. Every girl sooner or later becomes more or less the same as her mother. But Delphine couldnât stand this woman too much and being her copy causes only extreme self-hatred and disgust.
âHe wanted me to be strongâ â Delphine continued â âHis last words were to save our tree house. I visit it every time I am in Lilleâ â she whimpered â âBut today my mother asked locals to tear it down because she wants to build a gazeboâ Â - Blonde said with abomination - âSo basically it means I failed everythingâ â Delphine whispered choking down the tears. Her voice broke and she looked painfully defenseless.
âLove, I am so sorryâ â the brunette said pressing her face to Delphineâs in order to look her right in that beautiful hazel eyes and dryed her tears with a warm kiss â âIt is not your fault. There was nothing you could do. It is just⌠What I am trying to say that I am sure your father knows that you tried hard enough and he is proud of youâ. The brunette has never thought that this powerful woman has her own deep drama. Cosima felt ashamed of being egocentric and selfish all the way through. Her lips became salty from both womenâ tears.
âI donât really believe in heaven and hell, Cosimaâ
âI donât mean that. I just think that the energy, the soul never slips away actually. So maybe after death we reunite with the people we love. And maybe there is nothing but acceptanceâŚforgivenessâŚâ.
Delphine never said anything back. She didnât have to. It was obvious from the way she flung her arms round Cosimaâs torso that she doesnât feel better but she is grateful that Cosima is here to share this sorrow with her.
â//â
âWakie-wakie, sunshineâ â Cosima exclaimed cheerfully opening the drapes. It was definitely too bright outside and the penthouse glass wall makes it even more uncomfortable as it is. Delphine mumbled trying very hard to open her eyes and wake up. She could feel Cosimaâs dreadlocks smell cinnamon and coffee.
âDid she make a breakfast? Did SHE make a breakfast?â - was the first thing that came to Delphineâs mind this morning.
That was weird. Delphineâs been the one who gets up earlier to make a breakfast and wake her Cherie up. But damn, being cared this way felt incredible. No one does that to her for such a long time.
âCosima-ahâ â Delphine yawned. This made Cosimaâs name sounds even more French than itâs usually pronounced by Delphine with that slight accent on the last syllable.
âI hope you are hungry. I donât know if you like what Iâve done but if you donât we could order some pizza insteadâ â the brunette started to fidget.
âCalm downâ â Delphine giggled â âHow much coffee and pot you took already?â.
The smaller woman climbed into the bed to join Delphine as she was sitting up in bed between pillows and put her face in her girlfriendâs gorgeous blond curls just inhaling this sweet smell of her tender skin. They would sit like that forever but âI think something is burning, mon amourâ â Delphine whispered slowly pressing her lips to Cosimaâs collarbone.
âOh fuck!â â Cosima completely forgot about the oven. Ordering pizza seems to be the only way to keep this place in one peace.
Food was everywhere. This kitchen looked like there was an emergency preparation for a huge wedding of gnomes. Surprisingly Delphine took this mess very calmly probably because of âDonât kill meâ look on Cosimaâs face that made the Blonde laugh so hard and loud she made Cosima jump up.Â
Delphine usually donât do that for some reason but she couldnât resist capturing their laughing faces with a huge mess and a fire behind them.
This photo looks a lot like their relationship. Mess. Fire. And their souls bound by their incredible, infinite, inevitable love.
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