Cordelia walks. She walks and walks until she’s out of the bar, away from the entrance. Coco follows close behind her but luckily, and to her surprise, they lose Misty along the way.
As she’s walking, her eyes sting with hot and uncomfortable tears, and the cool night air around them only makes it worse. Goosebumps cover her arms, chest, and legs, but she’s not sure if it’s from the chill or from what she just experienced.
How could she do this? How could Misty kiss her before they go to bed - in the same bed, may she add - then go and make out with a completely different woman right in front of her? All of her feelings, feelings of anger, sadness, disappointment, rush through her mind at lightning speed.
She almost feels guilty, though. Should she really have expected anything different? Misty isn’t required to be loyal to Cordelia. They aren’t dating. But Misty makes Cordelia feel special. Whenever Misty simply exists in Cordelia’s presence, she’s happy. It’s not Misty’s fault that Cordelia feels that way. She just latches onto people who show her any sort of support. Right?
Cordelia stands on the sidewalk in New Orleans, some few hundred feet outside of a bar. A bar that she was having so much fun in just a few hours prior. But now, she’s completely overwhelmed with dread.
She can’t go back to simply being friends with Misty. Before, her feelings were much easier to suppress because their relationship wasn’t much more than platonic. Everything has changed since then.
Cordelia feels like she should regret that night a few weeks ago. She wants to regret it. She wants to regret it because sleeping with Misty didn’t magically make everything go her way. She wants to belong to Misty, but she doesn’t.
“Hey,” Coco shakes her out of her thoughts, hooking her arm with Cordelia’s. “I’m sorry,” she offers.
Cordelia scoffs, not at Coco herself, but at the notion that anyone feels sorry for her for what she brought upon herself. “Why are you sorry? I was the one who fucked everything up. I got so attached. Jesus, Co, I got so fucking attached and all we did was hook-up. I don’t understand. I - ,” Cordelia sighs, biting her bottom lip for a moment to repress tears. “I thought she liked me.” She meets Coco's eyes which are slightly wide.
“So, you guys did hook-up?”
“I was just never fully sure. Everyone was saying it, but I didn’t know if it was true. Fuck, I’m so sorry Cordelia,” Coco looks so genuine, so upset on Cordelia’s behalf.
Cordelia only shakes her head, “I’m pathetic. She has nothing to prove to me. I shouldn’t have expected anything.” She picks at the skin around her nails, flinching when she hits a sensitive spot.
“No! That is absolutely not true, Cordelia Goode!” Coco pulls Cordelia’s hands into her own. “That’s not true at all! You are the most admirable person I’ve ever met in my entire life! And, I’ve met a lot of people! You hear me?” Coco releases one of Cordelia’s hands to bring it to her chin, tilting her head to force their eyes to meet. “Yeah?”
“I guess so.”
Coco sighs, grabbing Cordelia’s fingers again. “Now, I don’t know what was going on with Misty tonight, but I swear to God, I see how much she loves you.”
Cordelia flinches. Love. Such a fragile word for her. She still doesn’t know what love is. She never properly experienced it until Myrtle took over the role as her maternal figure. She just knows that whatever she feels for Misty is love and beyond. She can’t fathom the idea that Misty could ever love her as much as she does Misty.
Cordelia’s eyes snap up to Coco’s, full of sadness. “Don’t say that,” she whispers.
“Cordelia, I wouldn’t say that if it wasn’t true. Everyone at Robicheaux’s can see it. Misty barely tolerates anyone else except you. She will literally and truly beat up anyone who says anything bad about you. She looks at you like you’re the only other person in her world.”
Cordelia takes in Coco’s words before feeling another wave of sadness overcome her body. “I -,” She hesitates, struggling to seek her words. “Why would she do that to me then? I would never do that to her whether we were exclusive or not. Not after she -,” Cordelia’s words are lost.
Coco’s eyes never leave hers, and they’re etched with concern. She gives a slight nod as to signify for Cordelia to keep going. She’s listening.
“Last night, she couldn’t sleep again from nightmares, so I offered my bed. I thought it would be awkward, sharing a bed again after what happened, but she cuddled up to me like she always did. Before we went to bed, she kissed me without explanation,” Cordelia looks at the ground, studying the dirty concrete below her feet.
“I think you should talk to her.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Just say what you’re feeling. I can’t imagine it going poorly, Cordelia. I really can’t.”
Cordelia bites her lip. She’s so conflicted. She has so much to think about even though she’s sure that she thought through every scenario already.
“I’ll think about it, Coco.” Coco gives Cordelia’s hands a reassuring squeeze.
“I’ll support you no matter what. You have the purest heart I know.”
The ride back is incredibly awkward. It’s mostly silent except for Zoe and Madison who exchange small and quiet words. Cordelia completely avoids Misty’s eyes even though she can feel them on her. They burn into her skin like lasers, and usually, it would be a pleasant feeling. One that makes her feel warm. But now, it makes Cordelia feel embarrassed.
They’re sitting as far away from one another as possible. Cordelia feels pitiful, letting Misty possess this much of a hold on her. She stares awkwardly at her own knees. Coco has been holding her hand the whole time, brushing it with her thumb, offering comfort. Cordelia appreciates it, but it doesn’t make her feel better.
When they arrive home, Cordelia avoids Misty as much as possible. She immediately darts to her room without saying a word.
The others notice, but they choose to let it go without saying much because they don’t want to further irritate the Supreme.
Arriving at her room, Cordelia lets out a loud sigh. She takes her hands and rubs her face, her eyes, pressing hard as if she’s attempting to erase her memories from the night. Cordelia thinks she’s okay until she’s all changed and laying in bed. The reality of it all hits her again.
Misty was next to me, in this spot only last night.
We were intimate with one another not too long ago.
I stared at her with all the love in the world not many hours ago.
I thought she might’ve even loved me too.
God, how stupid Cordelia had been. Between all of her racing thoughts, she feels tears settle in her eyes in the most uncomfortable and mocking way. She shakes her head, attempting to rid the non-stop thinking in her head. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
In the morning, Coco sits next to Cordelia at the table before Misty can. Cordelia is grateful but devastated.
It confuses her more when Misty doesn’t even come down for breakfast, and she has to pretend she doesn’t care. Why would Misty even be upset? It’s not like Cordelia did anything wrong. However, that is truly all she’s thinking about. Her appetite never shows up, so she only forces down a few bites before finishing and bringing her dishes to the sink. The aura at the table is awkward, but nobody says anything aloud. Just empathetic glances from a few of the other witches.
For the next week, Cordelia steers clear of Misty. Briefly walking past the other woman in the hallway but pretending she isn’t there. Everytime, Misty tries to gain her attention with pleading looks and stuttered steps. Cordelia feels awful that she might even be making Misty feel upset, but Cordelia has been hurting so much. More than when she found out her previous husband only married her with the intention of killing her and her family.
Cordelia doesn’t go to the greenhouse. She hardly stays in the kitchen for long and never sits in the living area. She hasn’t shortly visited some classes just to see how everything is going like she often does. She’s locked herself in her office and bedroom for most of the time, burying herself in work to try and distract herself from her damaged heart.
One night, she’s lying in bed, unable to sleep, but that’s become pretty common. She thinks about going to the kitchen for tea again, but last time that happened, she encountered Misty. It was good. That was a good night. She has a feeling that if that were to happen again, it wouldn’t go so swiftly.
Despite her subconscious yelling at her to not to go, she slugs herself out of bed with unkempt hair and glasses. Rolling her shoulders back, she tip-toes around the creaky parts of the floor to open her bedroom door.
Once she walks to the top of the stairs, she hears shuffling in the kitchen. She stops for a moment to listen.
Cordelia furrows her eyebrows after hearing a few more sniffles. She knows it’s Misty. She can feel that it’s Misty with the energy and sadness radiating off of her. Her heart drops.
She’s having nightmares again.
Briefly, Cordelia debates going back to her bed and ignoring it. She then curses herself for being so selfish. One of her girls, her girl , is in need of help and support and she seriously thought about neglecting it.
With a sigh, she starts her descent down the steps, making a small amount of noise as she clutches the railing. She bites her lip before the final step, glancing in the direction of the kitchen.
Rounding the corner, she spots Misty sitting at the table, head in her hands two mugs in front of her. Two? Cordelia thinks.
What Cordelia didn’t pick up was that one of the mugs was for her. Misty was planning on bringing it to her but was having trouble building the courage to do so. A peace offering, maybe.
“Misty?” Cordelia speaks softly. Misty’s head snaps up, a frightened expression on her face as if she’s been caught doing something she wasn’t meant to.
“Delia?” Misty looks so very sad to say her name, and it takes all of Cordelia’s willpower to not run and hug her and tell her she’s sorry for ignoring her and not being there for her. That it will never happen again.
“You’re having nightmares again?” Cordelia starts a slow and steady walk towards the end of the table.
“I - Yeah,” Misty admits, defeated. Cordelia feels so torn. She wishes the night at the club never happened. She almost wishes it all never happened. She hates being upset at Misty.
She walks around the table towards Misty whose eyebrows shoot up, sad. Cordelia looks at Misty’s hand, then her face, then back at her hand. As much as it pains her to do, she places her own hand on Misty’s forearm. Misty’s gaze follows, staring at where they are now connected. Cordelia slides her hand down to Misty’s own, urging her to follow her. She interlaces her fingers with Misty’s. She interlaces her fingers with Misty’s. “Come on,” she offers softly.
Misty complies, looking apologetic and sorrowful. She slides out of the chair, abandoning the cups of tea as Cordelia pulls her back up the stairs. Cordelia has a heavy heart as she switches the light off and heads up to her bedroom. Why do they keep ending up here?
Cordelia leads Misty all the way to her side of the bed. Her side of the bed. Cordelia bites her emotions back at the thought. Misty climbs in, looking confused but grateful. Cordelia gets in on the other side, facing away from Misty, keeping as much distance between them as possible.
She reaches to turn off the lamp next to her, focusing on keeping her breathing even. They lay there silently for about three minutes before Misty speaks.
“I’m sorry.” It’s quiet and hesitant, and Cordelia isn’t even sure she’s heard her correctly.
“What?” She asks in a voice as calm as possible, but there’s evident sadness in it.
“I’m sorry.” Misty’s voice is more bold and confident this time. Cordelia’s eyes pop open, staring into darkness. Her heart and throat constrict as her mind scurries to find something to say. She’s speechless. What is she supposed to say? It’s okay? It wasn’t. Not to Cordelia, anyways.
“Can you at least jus’ say somethin?” Misty shifts on the bed, facing Cordelia’s back, keeping a respectable amount of space between the two.
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Cordelia’s voice is colder than she wished it was.
It’s Misty’s turn to be silent, scrambling for a response. There’s nothing Cordelia can say. Misty fucked up. She fucked whatever they had up. Meanwhile, Cordelia’s mind is racing, trying to find something to think about that will make the tears in her eyes go away.
“I don’t -” Misty starts and sighs. “I don’t know why I did that,” Misty’s own voice sounds watery.
“Did what?” Cordelia pretends to be oblivious. She does not want to talk about this right now.
“You know what, Dee.”
The nickname makes Cordelia crumble, and a small tear escapes her eye even though she was trying desperately hard to keep herself contained. After a short time with a lack of response, Misty speaks again.
“Can ya look at me?” Misty is tired. Her accent is more prominent, Cordelia notices.
Cordelia screws her eyes shut before reluctantly turning around in the bed to face Misty. After shuffling around in the sheets, she’s turned face-to-face with Misty, and she swears that Misty’s eyes are glossier than usual. Despite the thousands of words running through her mind, she can’t seem to voice any of them.
“I’m sorry,” Misty offers again, her eyes apologetic yet hopeful.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Cordelia says sternly, her nails digging into the white sheets with a hard grip.
“Please don’t act like this,” Misty pleads, shifting slightly closer.
“I’m not the one acting like anything, Misty,” Cordelia defends, her voice harsher than she ever likes to use towards Misty.
Misty bites her lip at that, perhaps holding back tears, but Cordelia doesn’t look at her face long enough to be able to tell. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Misty whispers, her eyes casting downwards, staring blankly at the duvet.
Cordelia sits up a little, resting her weight on her left elbow. “So, what? You just thought kissing some random girl in a bar right in front of me would have no impact on my feelings whatsoever? After what you did earlier that morning?” Cordelia begins to snap. She hates being mad at Misty and even more hates acting on those negative feelings, but she can’t hold back anymore.
Misty copies, leaning up onto her arm, “Delia, I really don’t know what I was thinking. My intention wasn’t to hurt you at all. I don’t ever want to hurt you,” Cordelia recognizes how her accent is diluted - something Misty does when she’s trying to sound more serious.
Cordelia shakes her head. “Yeah, of course! Who would’ve ever thought sending extremely mixed signals would have an effect on someone’s feelings?” Cordelia emphasizes the word “extremely.” Her voice has grown an octave as she pushes herself to fully sit up, Misty quickly following.
Cordelia’s eyebrows are constantly knitted together, her anger being clearly illustrated by her dark eyes and frowning mouth.
“Dee, I really don’t - I really don’t know what I was thinking. Could you just let me try to explain?” Misty’s eyes are red, rimmed with tears. Her bottom lip has been viciously torn up by her own teeth and fingers. Cordelia feels awful, but her damaged heart feels worse, so it overpowers her sympathy for Misty.
Still, she gives her a chance. “Okay, fine. Explain, Misty. Explain to me why you would kiss me and sleep next to me then within the next twenty-four hours, you would go makeout with some other woman you don’t even know?”
Misty seems surprised by this because her eyebrows soften, and her mouth opens but no words come out. She looks down nervously, reaching for Cordelia’s hands, but Cordelia jerks her hands away, stepping out of the bed with half of her hands. She tucks them securely into her armpits, crossing them. She feels tears sting at the backs of her own eyes.
“Well?” Her voice is loud.
“Please don’t yell at me,” Misty refuses to meet her eyes, missing how Cordelia’s widen and fill with repentance. She wants nothing more than to gather Misty in her arms, but there’s a wall blocking her from allowing herself to trust her again.
With another broken heart, Cordelia calmly says, “I think you should go.” At this, Misty’s eyes shoot up to seek Cordelia’s. Now, it’s Cordelia’s turn to move her eyes away. “I - “ Misty stutters before Cordelia hears a small noise. When she looks up, Misty is gone.
Cordelia doesn’t sleep that night. She slides back under her covers where it is cold and empty. Where it doesn’t feel right. She scurries to find a comfortable position before deciding that such a position doesn’t exist without Misty by her side.
In the morning, Misty is still gone. Missing again. Everyone hasn’t seen her since she went to bed yesterday.
How did everything get so fucked up?
Cordelia tries so hard to not let her injured feelings show, but she does such a bad job that even Madison says something.
“What happened to you guys?” Cordelia flinches at Madison’s surprisingly caring tone, used to the cold and strong facade Madison elicits.
“I’m not sure what you mean,” Cordelia clears her throat, playing with the frog rings adorning her left hand. Her left ring finger. She misses her. Misses what they were.
“Cordelia.” Madison is persistent, “Respectfully, you look like your dog just got run over and your entire family killed.” She walks to Cordelia and places a hand on her arm. Cordelia is startled.
“It seems like you’re the only one who can’t see how much that girl loves you.” At the words, Cordelia’s eyes are watering in an instant. She gulps as Madison walks away. “Don’t ever tell anyone that I said something nice.”
That makes Cordelia laugh a small amount, but the pit in her stomach is only growing. Why would Misty be treating her like this if she loves her? Don’t be silly Cordelia, Misty was trying to make it up to you. It’s your own fault.
After another long, long day of Cordelia wallowing in her depression, she decides that she has to go find Misty. She’s not sure she will survive if she doesn’t. With no word from Misty, she’s only begun to feel worse. If something had happened to Misty, it’s entirely Cordelia’s fault.
With no sleep, Cordelia throws on the most casual outfit she can come up with (which isn’t very.) She gets in her car and heads to the one place she thinks Misty might be.
Parking on the side of the road, Cordelia closes the car door as gently as possible, exhaling slowly. The car ride there had been full of second thoughts, re-runs of pathetic apologies and declarations of love. Biting her fingernails and lips until the skin was raw and nearly bleeding. Shaking her hands off in an attempt to throw some of her nerves away, she starts walking through the woods, searching for a very distinct and dear-to-her-heart cabin.
Focusing on evening her breathing with deep breaths, Cordelia arrives on the small wooden porch in front of Misty’s home. Hesitantly, she knocks once, twice, three times. There’s no response.
With a final deep breath, Cordelia calls out, “Misty? It’s me. I think we should talk.” After earning no response again, she tries again. “Misty? Please?” Still, there’s no sweet voice that calls out and no hand that opens the door.
With worry coursing through her veins, Cordelia reaches for the doorknob herself. Opening the door slowly, the small expanse of the cabin is revealed with a lack of Misty. No, Cordelia thinks. This can’t be happening again.
“Misty?” Cordelia says loudly. She walks throughout the cabin, not knowing what she’s expecting to find. She just knows she needs to find Misty.
This can’t happen again.
I can’t lose her again.
This is your fault!
If you had just been open and honest with her, this wouldn’t have happened.
Why do you always ruin everything?
Thoughts race through her head as she speed-walks back to the car, nearly tripping over uprooted branches and twigs. They scratch her legs and possible rip holes in the bottom of her pants, but she doesn’t care. She needs to find Misty, she doesn’t know how she will survive if she doesn’t. She can’t live without her, not again.
In the car, Cordelia drives way further over the speed limit than she usually does, if any at all. She bites her lip, trying to force the tears in her eyes to stay there. Her efforts are fruitless as they fall and roll down her cheeks, dripping into her lap. She must hate me now, so much so that she can’t even be near me.
Once at the academy, Cordelia’s eyes are red and puffy, evidence of her overwhelming emotion. Zoe finds her at the entrance.
“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” She notices her disheveled appearance.
Her emotions becoming too much to bear, she feels tears burn her eyes again. “She wasn’t there,” she nearly whispers.
“Misty wasn’t there! She wasn’t at her cabin, Zoe! I’ve lost her again. God, I just can’t keep people by, can I? I always end of fucking everything up, especially when I should’ve just - “
She’s cut off by Zoe, “Cordelia, she’s here. Stop worrying so much.”
Cordelia’s words come to a halt. “What? What do you mean she’s here? That’s impossible, I - “
“She must’ve come here while you were on your way there.”
Cordelia allows herself a moment to regain her composure. “Uh - I - Where is she?” She’s conscious of her breathing.
“She’s waiting for you,” Cordelia looks up from where she was distracting herself with her hands, meeting Zoe’s eyes, her own full of desperation. She bites her lip. “She’s in the greenhouse, waiting for you.”
Immediately, Cordelia drops her coat onto the ground and darts to the greenhouse. She slams the door open, eyes scanning the room for Misty’s figure. She finds it on the ground, head resting on her knees, her arms wrapped around herself tightly.
At the intrusive noise, Misty jumps, and her eyes dart to where Cordelia is standing. Misty’s eyes are in a similar state as Cordelia’s, pink from irritation and wet from tears. They are caught in a short gaze before Cordelia whispers her name.
Cordelia walks quickly to where Misty is, sitting next to her and pulling her into her arms. Her breathing is becoming more erratic again as she smells Misty’s hair. “I thought I lost you again.” Her own tears are coming down again.
They sit like that for a moment before Cordelia whispers again, “I’m sorry.”
Misty seems shocked at this as she pulls away from Cordelia’s grasp, meeting her eyes with a confused expression. “You’re sorry? Why are you sorry? I should be the one apologizing.”
There’s not much that Cordelia can say at that moment because she agrees. She is hoping for an apology from Misty because she still has no idea what the fuck is going on. Cordelia watches Misty, pulling back slightly and somewhat puzzled.
“I - “ Misty starts. “I don’t know why I did what I did. I’m - I’m just so scared ,” Misty meets Cordelia’s eyes with her own.
“I’m always afraid people are going to leave me. I thought there was no way in hell that you would ever want to be with me. As a solution, I guess, I tried to - I don’t know - leave you first? That sounds fucking awful, Delia. And it is. I know I shouldn’t have done it because I care about you so, so much that it almost hurts me to think about how I could be so vulnerable to someone. I know that it’s too much to ask for your forgiveness, Dee, but I - “ Cordelia stops listening.
Misty’s voice slowly trails off as Cordelia’s emotional eyes scan her face. She can’t hear Misty over her own thoughts screaming about how in love she is with the other witch.
Without thinking, she hears her own voice whimper out a weak, “Misty.” It’s pleading but affirmative, and it seems to grasp Misty’s attention as her eyes jerk from where they are in her lap up to Cordelia’s eyes. She almost looks scared as she whispers brokenly, “what?”
Cordelia can’t say anything else, so instead, she runs her hands up Misty’s shoulder to find their place on either side of Misty’s delicate face. Before she can think too much, she pulls her in gently to place a firm kiss on Misty’s face.
Misty gasps a small sound before melting. Her eyes flutter shut and her cheeks turn comfortingly warm. Her hands follow Cordelia’s, taking a hold of the older woman’s wrists lightly. With a small *smack* sound, they’re disconnecting again. Misty keeps her eyes closed for a second, and when she opens them, she’s met with Cordelia’s head slightly cocked to the side with eyes glossed over in concern.
Struggling to find her words, Misty effortlessly pulls Cordelia back with more confidence. This time, she smiles as Cordelia’s lips meet hers. Their joined lips move in a natural rhythm. Both witches are sure that they have and will never experience anything more lovely. Misty decides that she will never, ever get tired of kissing Cordelia, and she will never wish to kiss anyone else again.
Cordelia’s thumbs subconsciously stroke Misty’s cheeks before pulling her just a little bit closer in effort to deepen their kiss. Misty responds to this with enthusiasm, opening her mouth without hesitation to welcome more of Cordelia. She feels Cordelia’s lips pull upwards in a smile, and when their tongues meet, she swears she hears a small sound of approval. Her hands migrate down Cordelia’s forearms, coming to a stop at her elbows. Misty squeezes them for a second before shifting her hands from Cordelia’s elbows to her waist. Cordelia giggles at the gesture.
Misty pulls away just to look at Cordelia. She revels in her smile, at the happiness in her face that has been restored.
“What?” Cordelia questions, biting her bottom lip. Misty’s eyes follow the movement. Her own lips morph into a bright smile.
“I’m so happy to see you happy.”
Say it. Cordelia thinks. Tell her how much you love her.
Before Cordelia can do so, Misty’s eyes close and her hands tighten around her waist. All of a sudden, Misty transports the both of them to Cordelia’s room. Cordelia gasps, shocked at the new courage Misty has in using her powers.
Misty lays Cordelia down with a gentle hand. She reaches for Cordelia’s lips with her own, kissing her deeply and sensually. Cordelia welcomes the motion by bringing her hand to the back of Misty’s neck and pulling her closer.
Misty takes Cordelia’s bottom lip between her teeth and bites down lightly. Cordelia lets out a small moan that makes Misty’s entire body tingle. She giggles before shifting her movements to Cordelia’s jaw, lightly nipping and sucking until she reaches her pulse point on her neck. Cordelia is encouraging as she threads her fingers through Misty’s thick, blonde hair and gently scratches her scalp.
Unlike last time, Misty is careful to not make any marks. Her fingertips trace down Cordelia’s side to find the spot where the hem of Cordelia’s pants and shirt meet. She hesitantly runs her fingers across that line, barely touching Cordelia’s skin. After a moment, she feels Cordelia’s hands on hers, pushing them upwards to go further under her shirt.
Misty tugs on it, “Can I?”
“Please,” is Cordelia’s response. Wordlessly, Misty grabs the hem and pulls the shirt over Cordelia’s head.
She begins to kiss down the small valley between Cordelia’s breasts. Every once in a while, she will pull some of the skin into her mouth, sucking lightly. As her wet kisses trail lower, Misty can hear Cordelia’s struggling breaths. Misty drags her palms down the expanse of Cordelia’s thighs.
Misty hears a faint, “wait,” to which she stops immediately. Her head snaps up to find Cordelia dreamily looking at her. “What? Are you okay? Do you want to stop?” Her voice is so soft that Cordelia could cry.
Cordelia grabs a hold of Misty’s arms, pulling her up to eye-level. “No. Please don’t stop. I just…” she trails off. Her cheeks turn a beautiful shade of pink, and Misty is sure it’s her new favorite color. “What is it, Dee?”
Cordelia hesitates, so Misty encourages her with an assuring stroke of her thumb on her waist. “Mark me.”
With new grown confidence, Cordelia speaks again. “Mark me, Misty. I belong to you.”
The words burn through Misty’s ears. It’s pleasant. She also feels a sharp jolt of arousal spark through her body. Misty’s breathing is instantly deeper as she goes to attack Cordelia’s neck.
She quickly finds Cordelia’s pulse point and sucks hard. Cordelia lets out a whine that Misty laughs at.
Following her directions, Misty makes several marks all across Cordelia’s neck. Her kisses stretch to Cordelia’s collarbones, where she leaves more marks, then the tops of her breasts (surprise: leaving more marks.)
Coming to a halt at Cordelia’s nipples, Misty wraps her lips around them, sucking lightly. Earning an adorable gasp, Misty is encouraged to suck harder. Cordelia bites her lip as her hips jerk upwards. “Fuck, Mist,” she breathes out.
If it were up to Cordelia, she would stay here forever. Nothing and nobody except her and Misty in the same bed, sharing themselves with each other. Misty’s mouth is hot on her body, and Cordelia finds herself reveling in it. At one point, Misty’s teeth graze her nipple which causes her to outright moan and her hips twitch once again.
Misty’s hands migrate to Cordelia’s hips, dragging her nails down the bare expanse of Cordelia’s torso. Cordelia whines, waiting for Misty to do something. To touch her.
Misty seems to understand as she starts to make her way down the rest of Cordelia’s body. Her hands are massaging Cordelia’s hips, toying with the waistband of her pants, occasionally slipping under the waistband of her underwear as well.
Misty proceeds to place wet kisses over Cordelia’s pelvic bone, over her pants. She hears a faint “Mist, please.” Her eyes flicker up, and she takes in the vision in front of her. A topless Cordelia, cheeks flushed, her chest heaving up and down, and her eyes glossy. She can’t help but to stare. Something flashes in Cordelia’s eyes, embarrassment, maybe. “What?” She asks in a small voice. “You’re so beautiful,” Misty assures. Cordelia’s eyes flicker away, and she bites her lip. She looks shy and bashful. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Misty comes back up to kiss her on the lips sweetly.
“You mean that?” Cordelia asks hesitantly.
“I’m more sure of it than anything in the entire world.”
Cordelia’s eyes gloss over with something else. Emotion, rather than lust. Her eyes are scanning Misty’s face with a look that Misty is familiar with, but she still gets scared about what it means. “What’s wrong? I didn’t wanna make you cry,” Misty’s hand comes up to rub her cheek, nervous about the tears swimming in Cordelia’s eyes. Cordelia’s hand reaches up to take Misty’s into her own.
“They’re not bad tears, sweetheart. I just…” Cordelia looks away again. Misty moves her head to follow her eyes. Now she’s really getting nervous.
Tell her. Now. This chants in Cordelia’s mind. She can’t hold it back any longer.
“What is it?” Misty’s adoring voice interrupts her thoughts.
Now or never. “I just…” Cordelia doubts herself. Misty raises her eyebrows. She’s so accepting to hear whatever it is Cordelia has to say. “God, Misty, I’m so in love with you.”
Misty lets out a small gasp. Her own eyes begin to swim with emotion. She doesn’t know what else to do, so she gives Cordelia the biggest kiss she can. She pulls away for a second to say, “I love you so much, Cordelia,” before kissing her again, over and over. Cordelia’s head is racing. She can’t believe it was this simple the whole time. She berates herself for not telling Misty sooner, and all of this drama could’ve been avoided. Hearing her feelings returned is like putting cold water on a burn. It’s the most soothing and relieving thing she’s ever experienced.
Cordelia starts giggling because she’s so fucking happy. Misty starts giggling too. With a final kiss, Misty’s hands find Cordelia’s hips again.
“Can I take your pants off now?”
Cordelia smiles big. “Please do.”
Misty scrambles to do just that, leaving Cordelia in just her underwear. She doesn’t waste anymore time as she places open mouthed kisses onto Cordelia’s core through her panties. Cordelia moans softly from under her, her hips eagerly pushing into Misty’s face. Before Cordelia can beg her to just get to it already, she hooks her thumbs around the fabric and pulls it down her long legs.
Cordelia immediately lets her legs spread, welcoming Misty without hesitation. When Misty takes a moment to simply take her all in, Cordelia whines and wiggles her hips, but a smile remains displaying on her face.
Misty finally gives in. She takes both of Cordelia’s thighs into either of her arms, and she slides her tongue right where Cordelia has been waiting for it. Cordelia lets out a sharp gasp before melting into the bed underneath her.
Cordelia is so wet for her that it makes Misty smile and hum. Her tongue is gentle, but she’s only just getting started.
Soon enough, Cordelia’s hips are bucking for more. Misty begins to suck on Cordelia’s clit, still flicking it with her tongue. Cordelia’s moan is loud. Misty looks up to find Cordelia grasping at the bed sheets, her eyes screwed shut. She sucks a little bit harder.
“Yes, baby, fuck,” Cordelia vocalizes. The words create warmth that spreads throughout Misty’s body. Cordelia’s moans are increasing in volume, and her hips begin to move to find Misty’s face in a rhythm. Her whines begin to shorten before she chokes out, “More, darling, please.”
Misty swallows before releasing one of Cordelia’s thighs, so she has a free hand. She brings her hand up to Cordelia’s center, running her fingers through the wetness, coating them.
“Please,” she hears Cordelia softly moan. Cordelia is going insane. Misty’s mouth is on her again, but it’s so different. She loves Misty, and Misty loves her. The feeling of her tongue and her hands - oh god her hands - is electrifying. She couldn’t stay quiet even if her life was on the line.
She feels Misty’s fingers play around at her entrance. She tries to tilt her hips down onto them because she needs Misty. She needs to feel her. Luckily, Misty shows some type of mercy.
Her fingers glide into Cordelia effortlessly, and Cordelia’s breath is taken away. Her hips begin to shake as Misty starts at a fast pace. It seems she already knows exactly what Cordelia needs. In a way, she always has.
Misty’s fingers curve upwards, and Cordelia throws a hand over her mouth. The moans that Misty is eliciting from her are making her embarrassed, almost.
She’s biting her lip, and her eyes are shut tight. She hears a soft, “Let go for me, darling. I’ve got you.”
She opens her eyes to see Misty’s. They’re so bright and big, and she’s reminded of how in love she is. And then she does. She lets go, shuddering and shaking, a very pretty string of noises leaving her mouth. Her hand slides into Misty’s hair, holding on tightly.
Misty’s fingers have slowed, and she’s taken her mouth off of Cordelia. Now, she’s pressing light kisses to the insides of her thighs. She’s so gorgeous, Misty thinks.
When Cordelia has calmed and she’s left with just heavy breaths, Misty shifts up to her side. Cordelia’s eyes are closed, focused on catching her breath. But, she immediately latches onto Misty. She wraps her arms around Misty’s shoulders, tucking her head away into her neck. Misty places sloppy kisses on Cordelia’s head. She’s wondering why she never admitted her feelings sooner.
After a few minutes, Cordelia’s voice is hoarse when she speaks. “What about you?”
“Hm?” Misty hums, her fingers stroking Cordelia’s hair.
Cordelia gestures down to Misty.
“Oh, sweetheart. Get some rest for now, we can deal with that in the morning.”
Cordelia looks up at her, smiling. She nods in agreement. She looks exhausted, Misty thinks. Well done on my part then.
She flicks her hand to turn the lights off, too content in her position to get up and ruin it. Cordelia sighs, her hot breath hitting Misty’s neck.
Cordelia lifts her head to meet Misty’s eyes. They admire each other for a second before Cordelia leans in to place a chaste but loving kiss onto Misty’s lips.
“I love you,” Cordelia smiles wide. Then so does Misty.
“I love you too, darlin. So much.” Misty pulls her back in to cuddle, sighing.
Their breathing evens out and deepens, preparing for sleep.
“Goodnight, my love,” Misty whispers with a kiss to her forehead. Cordelia, in her half-dazed state, melts even more into Misty. She doesn’t think she’s ever been more happy with her life, and it’s all thanks to a swamp-witch named Misty Day.