cordelia keeps getting visions of her and misty every time misty (accidentally) touches her. the visions aren't always innocent.
"No!" Cordelia alerted Misty and rushed over to snatch the blender from her hands. She hurried to take out various substances and herbs from the cupboard and proceeded to put them all in the mix. Misty stepped away from the worktable and positioned herself awkwardly a few feet behind Cordelia, while watching the headmistress at work - saving the potion Misty had just screwed up. She stared at Cordelia's back with great admiration and felt ashamed that she was such a klutz. The swamp witch blushed from embarrassment.
"I'm so sorry Miss Cordelia" she said and bit her lip while tugging the fabric of her own right sleeve with shaky hands. "I'm really not much of a help am I?" There was no answer from the headmistress, she was busy concentrating on the brew, but Misty mistook her silence for criticism and wrapped her arms around herself in a way one would do when feeling wounded or being yelled at.
When the potion was good again, Cordelia turned around and gave Misty a comforting look and a forgiving smile. "It's OK, you didn't know" Cordelia held out her hands in the space between her and Misty and gestured for her to take hold of them. "Come over here, I'll show you how it's done". Misty walked towards her hesitantly and took her hands, relieved that Miss Cordelia wasn't angry with her. Cordelia gasped loudly and even though she was physically blind, for a moment Cordelia was seeing everything.
The visions were overwhelmingly warm and lucid, visions of Cordelia and Misty alone together in bed, kissing and touching each other everywhere, heavily panting and moaning from pleasure while reaching for new heights. She saw herself from Misty's perspective - throwing her head back, her waist held in the swamp witch's firm grip and her collarbone glimmering with sweat in the candle lit bedroom. Even though it was just Misty's inner desires she saw, Cordelia felt safe and right where she belonged witnessing the scene where her whole body was open and completely in Misty's hands.
"So what, you're gonna pull a De Rossi on us Cordelia? God, you're such a cliché, falling for the most obvious lesbo on the planet!" Madison had entered the room and was watching Misty and Cordelia holding hands by the work desk. Cordelia felt her face go red and Misty looked at her with a confused expression. What did Madison mean by this? Was she implying that Cordelia liked her? She blinked a few times and tried not to get her hopes up. Her heart was beating fast like a rabbit's.
"Hate to break it to you swamp rat, but those boots are definitely bicurious!" she scoffed and laughed at her own phrasing "well, bye bitches" She took up a cigarette and put it between her lips, her eyes narrowed as she focused on it and then she lit it, no lighter needed. Madison walked out of the room and Misty and Cordelia waited until they couldn't hear footsteps anymore before they, both at the same time, looked at each other.
"Misty I…" Cordelia started but Misty silenced her with a quick kiss on the lips. She had wanted to do that for so long and it was like she couldn't control the urge anymore. The brief second their lips met in a kiss, Cordelia had visions of Misty's fantasies again and they all flew by so quickly it was like they were injected into her consciousness. They flew by too quickly, she wanted to see more - and - to feel more. "Do it again" Cordelia begged and Misty's face lit up in the brightest of smiles as she pulled her love closer and leaned in for another kiss.
