A/N: Standard disclaimer applies; not my show or characters. I just like to play dirty with them from time to time. ;) Femslash ahead. Set during "Burn, Witch! Burn!" I suppose, but Myrtle doesn't get burned at the stake in this universe. Many thanks to the lovely Nic for the prompt!
With several hours still lingering for one to find a compatible match to start a conversation which could possibly lead to more for the night, the usual uppity thirty-something year old crowd seemed to swell in numbers at the fairly popular bar nestled just inside the proximity of New Orleans. Fiona Goode had rightfully assumed this would be the case, and yet she slunk into the establishment in her signature designer black threads. Truthfully, her whole outfit likely cost more than what some of the young patrons in the establishment netted for a regular month's salary. There were some younger women who would flaunt their newest Michael Kors purse or shoes, but they may as well have been from the Goodwill in Fiona's eyes. The Supreme held fashion in high regard, and never appeared otherwise when leaving the house.
With Cordelia at home and heavily sedated to deal with the pain of a horrific blinding, Fiona needed to get out and try to temporarily erase the guilt and sorrow she felt for her only child, along with the fact that she now had to combat cancer. Cancer. A word that people tossed around carelessly, always relieved they didn't have to deal with the disease. Instead of dwelling on the negative, though, Fiona felt a slight tingle of hope as she began to hear others' thoughts while receiving chemotherapy. Another ability or power could very well mean she was not dwindling in her reign as Supreme. In order to test this newly discovered power, Fiona had settled on a trendy bar to find unsuspecting, unguarded individuals. She had no intention other than listening to thoughts, with the added bonus of becoming numb to the last few days' events. The ability seemed to ebb and flow, with only the strongest thoughts being clear enough for her to decipher.
Spotting a lone bar stool toward the end of the long counter which was crowded with primarily young adults, Fiona strode over to it and eased her body upward to sit, legs crossing at the knee. The bartender motioned to her that it would be a moment. Unable to hide the roll of her eyes, Fiona set her clutch on the bar top, folding her hands on her lap. As she let her gaze wander, bits and pieces of random thoughts echoed and ricocheted through her mind.
"Damn, wish this girl would just give me her number already...I already bought her two drinks!"
"Ugh, that girl's dress is hideous..."
"This guy is soooo boring!"
It was the typical garbage that would spew forth from well-to-do self absorbed obnoxious young adults, as far as Fiona was concerned. Nothing piqued her interest, and she was about to start combating the thoughts from entering her conscious until eventually, one strain of thoughts crawled to the top of the jumbled mess and radiated throughout Fiona's mind. She glanced to her right where it seemed to stem from and saw a fairly decent looking young woman next to her, slightly hunched forward into the bar counter.
"Fuck, I wish she would have never been promoted. Now I'll never have a chance with her. I might as well adopt twenty cats and give up. And Jesus, I wish the creepy guy next to me would quit looking at me like I'm his next conquest."
The thoughts, although not earth shattering by any means, ended abruptly as the young woman tossed back a shot of what smelled like tequila. Fiona watched her out of the corner of her eye with interest. The woman did not appear to be more than her mid-thirties but still maintained a youthful appearance - maybe it was her eyes, a sparkling hazel. Her hair was of dark chocolate hue, falling to her shoulders in large curls, and her make-up was just enough to enhance her skin tone and not overly caked on. Unlike the other women in the bar, she did not seem to be trying too hard by any means. She wasn't there for anyone else but herself. Her small toned frame was clothed in a tailored black suit with a button-up white shirt, and a pair of black leather heels; simple yet elegant. The woman must have felt Fiona's gaze and glanced over to her before averting her eyes quickly.
"Oh dear Lord, why is this overly attractive woman looking at me? Do I have mascara on my cheek from crying earlier?" The woman brushed her fingertips over her cheek gently, suddenly self-conscious and still trying not to glance back to Fiona.
Fiona smirked at the woman's thoughts, and glanced away as the bartender finally came to take her order. "Bourbon on ice, and a tequila for her." A slight flick of her wrist toward the woman next to her was given, and Fiona then returned her attention to the woman. She noticed the well-dressed yet slovenly man on the other side trying to strike up a conversation, much to the woman's dismay.
Fiona slipped her left hand on the woman's knee, angling her upper body toward her as she leaned over to drape her right arm over the younger woman's shoulders. "You sad little man. She's taken, sorry. That twit at the other end of the bar looks like she might be your type, though. Go bother her instead." With a facetious sweet smile, Fiona wiggled her fingers on her right hand to motion him away and the man begrudgingly obliged, leaving the two women alone.
The young brunette's eyebrows raised and her pulse quickened. Surely her face was flushed, too. Fiona'a hand still resting on her knee was a painful reminder of how close the Supreme was to her. "Um, thank you, I think? How did you know he was annoying me?"
"Quite obvious, darling," Fiona said with a cant of her head, layered blonde locks shifting with the movement. "You looked like you'd rather chew glass than talk to him." Another smile crossed her lips and it was genuine. The bartender reappeared to set the two shots in front of the women and then moved to the next customer. "Usually I don't buy drinks for someone until I know their name. Well, hell, usually I don't buy the drinks at all," Fiona chuckled, and absentmindedly squeezed her fingers over the woman's knee.
"Oh! Sorry, of course! I can pay, I don't mind. Thank you for...saving me. I'm Alexandra." The young woman seemed to ramble, and shifted on the stool to turn toward Fiona.
Fiona lifted her hand from the woman's knee and nudged the shot glass toward her before raising her own in a toast. "Well, then, Alexandra. Here's to getting rid of creepy men and whatever the hell brought you here tonight." The bait was cast, and so now all Fiona had to do was wait to see if it would work.
Alexandra timidly took her glass to clink it with Fiona's before downing the shot with ease. With a slight shake of her head, she set the empty glass on the counter. "Yes, to me and my destiny of being an old cat lady."
"Now why would a beautiful young girl like yourself think that?" Fiona leaned forward to set her empty glass on the counter as well, her right arm still around the woman's shoulders comfortably. She curled her hand back slightly and extended her fingers to twirl a few strands of the woman's hair as she looked at her as if trying to read her mind.
"Ugh, it's a long story. I'm infatuated with this woman at work that I'll never have a shot with since she was promoted to this...untouchable status. I doubt she knows I exist. And rightly so, since I've never been with a woman in that way. And I'm sorry, I'm rambling like an idiot and you don't even know me." Alexandra slumped forward against the counter burying her face into the palms of her hands, causing Fiona's arm to slip off her shoulders and down to the small of her back where she pressed her hand there warmly. "I'm sorry, I'm not normally an idiot, but I've been drinking for a while."
"No need to apologize," Fiona said with a chuckle. Typically this sort of behavior would have annoyed her to no end, but the woman was beautiful, drunk, and found Fiona attractive. It was the recipe for the perfect distraction from her current state of affairs. After ordering a double shot for herself, Fiona leaned closer to the woman to speak in a lowered voice in her ear. "Maybe you just need a teacher to help you gain some confidence."
Peeking through her fingers splayed across her face, Alexandra watched the woman gulp her shot quickly. "Umm, well... shit, I need another drink." With that, she flagged the bartender down to order another shot of tequila, pulling her hands away from her face. "...so, what do you mean, exactly?" Once the shot arrived, Alexandra gulped it in one quick movement.
"You and me. I'll give you a little overview. No strings attached." Fiona winked to the woman, and then raised her glass to her lips and took a quick swig of her shot, letting the burn spread throughout her chest before polishing it off with another tilt of the glass. She maintained an air of disinterest and appeared to be all business as she glanced back over to Alexandra who seemed to be both terrified at the prospect and eager to accept it.
Well aware of her drunken thought process leading her down a one way path that she wouldn't be able to reverse, Alexandra spun her stool so she faced Fionna directly. "Okay."
Oh, this was much too easy. The extent of her experiment of mind reading now set on the back burner, Fiona tried to bite her lip to hide her smirk, and reached to the woman to pat her knee. "Good girl."
The taxi ride back to Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies was quiet for the most part, save for the nervous tap of Alexandra's fingertips on the cheap plastic material of the seat. She wasn't quite sure what to expect, but the emptiness she felt in knowing she would likely never be with the woman she adored let alone even be acknowledged by her, was somewhat abated by the attention she had received from this mysterious woman. She didn't even know her name, and it was probably better that way. The blonde embodied power, sophistication, and beauty in one perfectly balanced package. And Alexandra was looking forward to unwrapping that package if the woman would let her.
Stepping out of the vehicle once it reached the destination, Alexandra followed Fiona to the entryway, taking note of the massive size of the building.
"You'll have to excuse the other guests here, but most of them are probably asleep by now," Fiona said as she worked on unlocking the door with a key. One could never be too careful with revealing certain things. Pushing the door open, she gestured Alexandra to go inside and led her upstairs after ensuring the building was locked again. The two women paused at Fiona's bedroom door, with Fiona slightly behind Alexandra. She pressed her hand to Alexandra's hip, leaning in close. "You're not going to chicken out on me, are you, little girl?"
The throaty whisper tickled Alexandra's neck, and she shivered visibly as she shut her eyes for a moment and swallowed hard. "No...I need to do this."
Fiona's eyes closed while she smirked, leaning closer still to breathe in the woman's scent. Surrender and innocence made for quite an intoxicating mixture. She guided Alexandra into the room, the only light emitting from the fireplace. As the door shut behind them, Fiona tossed her purse onto the nightstand and stood in front of the woman, burying both hands into her brunette curls to pull her close for a heated open-mouthed kiss. Not giving her a chance to acclimate to the room or to her closeness, Fiona barreled into the physical contact, forcing her tongue past the woman's lips. At least she knew how to kiss, Fiona thought as she nudged her leg forward so that Alexandra was forced to take a step backward to the bed.
There was a hint of hesitation in her actions but Alexandra slowly moved her hands to Fiona's waist, tilting her head to the side to allow the woman to deepen the kiss as much as she desired. After a moment of letting Fiona ravish her mouth, imparting a faint taste of whiskey and cigarettes, Alexandra had to pull her head back a few inches to catch her breath.
Using the opportunity to begin undressing her newest conquest, Fiona pushed the suit jacket from Alexandra's shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Working on the buttons of the white shirt, Fiona leaned forward to space a few kisses along the woman's neck and down her chest to the top swells of her breasts and slid the shirt off the woman's arms, hands remaining lowered so she could unzip the skirt that clung to the woman's hips. Fiona's hands quickly traveled beneath the thin material of Alexandra's undergarments, simple black lace, and she began to rub two fingers against the woman's folds. Urging Alexandra further back by advancing closer to her until the backs of the woman's thighs hit the mattress, Fiona used her free hand to slip her fingers under the strap of Alexandra's bra on her right side, tugging the satin material down her shoulder.
"Fiona, what the hell is going on?!" A figure shot up to a seated position in Fiona's bed, and the flames of the fireplace seemed to re-ignite with a fierce brightness, illuminating Fiona and the younger brunette that she had pulled up against her, one hand between the woman's legs, and the other grasping her bared shoulder.
"Myrtle? I thought you left?"