Ok so heads up, I'm writing this chapter all in one sitting, no edits, so forgive me for any errors. Also, I really liked writing this one, so there will be more chapters to come soon! Misty/Cordelia, of course. Enjoy!
"And that's how you do the incantation. Now you tr—" Cordelia, who was about fifteen minutes into her lesson, was suddenly caught off guard by a certain wild blonde who came storming into the greenhouse looking very frazzled.
"I'm sorry Miss Cordelia—I was just talkin' to some of the other girls, and I guess I got distracted."
Oh sweet Jesus, those legs, Cordelia thought. Misty was dressed in white jean cutoffs that might as well have been underwear. Cordelia raked her eyes up Misty's frame. Tiny dots of mud splattered her the most well toned calves Cordelia thought she had ever seen in her life. Misty's beige shirt barely reached her shorts, and revealed a small expanse of skin just at her hips. Cordelia's eyes reached Misty's chest, and lingered there for far longer than appropriate, but good God, Misty must have just ran here because her chest was heaving. Cordelia imagined what this same image would look like atop her bed.
"Ahem," Misty cleared her throat, "Miss Cordelia?"
Oh, shit. Cordelia finally snapped out of her little daydream and looked around to see her entire class staring at her with puzzled, some knowing, looks. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Get your shit together, Cordelia! "Umm—yes, well—" Cordelia mustered, "Go ahead, get on with the incantation." She shot the class a tight smile, and gestured Misty over to her.
"Miss Cordelia, I'm real sorry. It won't happen again, I swear."
"That's fine, Misty. I was just teaching the class the incantation. Now, what you want to do is—"
"Miss Cordelia," Misty said with a laugh, "I don't mean to be rude or anythin' but I knew how to do that spell about the second day I was here."
"Oh. Of course"
"I mean, ya taught me, Miss Cordelia, remember?" Misty quickly tried to cover.
Neither one of them had acknowledged it yet, but there had been a weird tension between them for a few weeks now that wasn't there before. Cordelia, as usual, brushed it off with some joke, and told Misty to get to it, then.
Cordelia turned over in bed for what seemed like the thousandth time. She knew at this point trying to sleep would be useless. She got up, grabbed her robe, and creeped downstairs, careful not to wake the girls. The greenhouse always gave her a sense of peace. She smiled. That was a sentiment she and Misty shared. Misty. Her beautiful swamp witch. She looked over at the table filled with identical potted plants her students had tried the incantation on. She spotted one, though, that was clearly much more mature than the rest, and that was clearly Misty's. She sighed. Misty again. The source of all her turmoil. She closed her eyes. Misty. She pictured the swamp witch's hands expertly hovering over her assigned plant, sprouting it to life. Those damn hands, Cordelia thought. What else can those hands do? No, Jesus, stop it! She's your student, for Christ's sake! Cordelia opened her eyes and glanced around the room just to make sure no one was secretly hiding out in the greenhouse at three in the morning, watching her. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but, well, fuck it. Cordelia undid her robe, and let the silk material slide to the ground. She propped herself up onto the table, and snaked her hand down to the waistband of her silk wine colored pajama shorts. She ran her nimble fingers down through her wet folds. She moaned at the contact, and brought two fingers up to her clit. She gasped and bit her lip a little harder than intended. God, she needed this. She circled her clit again and again, increasing her pace and pressure each time. When breathing became an issue, Cordelia released her lip, and—was that blood? Oh who the hell cares?—panting now, she brought her free hand up under her shirt, kneaded her breast.
"Misty," she panted out, and felt her walls clench together in release.
Fuck. She brought her hands up to shield her face in embarrassment. This is so wrong.
"Mornin' Miss Delia!" Misty chirped as she walked over to the coffee machine.
"Oh. Hi, Misty," Cordelia internally cringed as she saw the young girl. She wasn't able to get the swamp witch out of her mind after her little greenhouse incident, and went back to her room later that night and repeated what she had done more than once, which she was painfully regretting now. Misty lightly bumped into Cordelia's side as the two fixed their coffees beside each other. Cordelia stiffened at the contact. The slightest touch sent goosebumps down her arms, which she was sure were visible. Avoiding confrontation, Cordelia made her way over to the table and sat down. She rolled her shoulders, as she was a bit, well, sore from last night.
"What's the matter, Miss Delia? Ya hurt yerself or somethin'?" She walked over behind Cordelia and put her hands on her shoulders.
Oh no, Cordelia thought. "I-I'm fine, really, Mist—Oohh," she was cut off by her own moan as soon as Misty started massaging her shoulders.
Misty froze. Holy crap, she thought, that was so hot.
Cordelia froze. Did I just…moan? Seriously?
Misty's hands only faltered for a moment, and she went back to massaging Cordelia so as to not draw any suspicions. "You're really tight," she noted.
"What?!" Cordelia's eyes went wide.
"Wha- Oh God, no! I mean-I meant your…your shoulders!" Misty could feel her face turning bright red. This was too much; first with Cordelia's moaning, and now she had unintentionally said something that sounded so damn sexual to her Supreme.
"You know, I should really go!"
"Oh, Misty you don't have to—"
"No, no, no I have a lot of…uhh…work…to do."
"Misty really, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"Uncomfortable? What? No, you didn't," Misty practically shouted as she hurried out of the kitchen and up to her room.
Misty quickly shut the door behind her, and leaned against it. Fuck.