Everyone sees Misty Day as this sweet, innocent creature who never has so much as a bad thought. In many ways they're right, but the swamp witch also has an incredibly jealous side to her.

She could care less if others have more than her, if they're better at magic, or if they have perfect hair. But when it comes to her girlfriend, Cordelia Goode, Misty goes wild with jealousy when others even look at the supreme in a way that she deems inappropriate.

All of the students know that their headmistress is taken and are careful not to let their eyes linger on her stunning feature for long. Too bad the new gardener wasn't aware of this when he straight out flirted with Cordelia.

They were sitting on the porch during a warm summer day. Delia brought the gardener, Fred, a glass of water to be polite, and they ended up having a pleasant conversation. Cordelia laughed at his jokes, but when he used a lame pick up line on her she quickly wanted to leave the situation.

Misty had been on her way to the greenhouse when she saw her girlfriend and that sleazy looking gardener chatting. Immediately, jealously overtook her and she was out the door going to claim what was hers.

"Hey baby." Misty said coolly as she sat down right on Cordelia's lap. Fred's eyes widened slightly and he coughed, clearly uncomfortable.

"Oh hey, love." Replied the supreme, thankful for Misty's interruption.

Without warning, the swamp witch captured Cordelia's lips in a heated kiss, making sure to put on a show for the man who thought he had a chance with her girl. Fred's eyes grew even wider when he saw the blonde's tongue dance over Delia's lips and slip into her mouth.

"Well…I'll be going now." Awkwardly, he stood up to leave.

Pulling away from Cordelia briefly, Misty practically growled "Good decision buddy." And with that Fred hurried away leaving the two witches alone.

Misty roughly tangled her fingers in her lover's hair and kissed Cordelia intensely, not caring the slightest bit if anyone saw.

"You're mine baby."

Cordelia moaned softly. "Mmmm, I think I like this side of you Misty Day. I'm all yours."