I'm not sure if you ship foxxay, but can you write about Misty catching Cordelia singing Stevie music?
Misty turned the knob slowly, as not to make any noise, and slipped silently into the steamy room. She knew that the bathroom was the one place Cordelia valued privacy—her shower was her sanctuary—but Misty's lips were on fire. So, she quietly sneaked into their shared bathroom in search of lip balm. Pulling open a drawer of makeup, her ringed finger's began raking through beauty products, when a familiar harmony stopped her.
Well did she make you cry,
Make you break down,
Shatter your illusions of love?
With a self-satisfied smirk, Misty went back to work. She knew converting Delia to a Stevie-lover wouldn't take long. The chorus continued blaring out through the room, and Misty tapped her foot lightly to the beat. Her chapstick was nowhere to be found, so she moved on to dig through her girlfriend's pink polka dot makeup bag—settling to steal Delia's instead.
The next verse began, and a high, clear voice joined Stevie's gravely vibrato. Misty snapped up straight in surprise, and turned toward the white shower curtain, watching Delia's silhouette as she sang out with abandon.
Her voice was gorgeous. Why had Delia never told her what a beautiful singer she was? Forgetting about her chapped lips, Misty pushed aside the shower curtain.
Cordelia yelped in surprise and attempted to cover herself with an arm across her breasts and a loofa between her legs. "Jesus, Misty. You scared the shit out of me!" She dropped her arm and moved the loofa, willing her heart rate to slow.
"You never told me you could sing!" The swamp witch exclaimed, staring at her girlfriend in shock.