It was a typical day at Miss Robichaux's. The supreme was working at her desk. Meanwhile, her wife was in a nearby chair, playing on her phone, relaxing after finishing today's lessons.
Misty looked up from her phone to admire her wife's face. Glasses on, brows knit in concentration. She looked as beautiful as ever. Their eyes met for a quick second, Cordelia giving her a small smile before returning her attention to her work. Suddenly, Misty felt like playing.
Seemingly out of nowhere, a Fleetwood Mac song that Cordelia didn't recognize at first filled the room through the wireless speakers in her office.
'Misty'. Cordelia sighed and took off her glasses. She was met with the sight of the swamp witch making her way towards the desk. Softly singing along to the sound of Christine McVie's voice.
You look at me with those brown eyes
What do you want to do?
Do you have to have me
The way that I want you, I want you?
Try as she might, Cordelia couldn't contain the smile on her face. Misty seeing the opportunity, turned her chair to face her. The Cajun straddled her wife's lap. She removed her shawl and brought it around the headmistress's neck, pulling her forward until their lips met.
"God, I love you." Cordelia said giggling in between kisses. Misty didn't respond. She climbed off her wife and kneeled on the floor to pull Cordelia's skirt down, along with her underwear, and kissed her way up the supreme's legs. Cordelia couldn't stop a moan from leaving her throat when she felt Misty's lips in her inner thigh. Her hands made their way to Misty's hair and the swamp queen went to work, burying her face in the woman's warmth. Cordelia slid forward in her chair as she felt her wife's tongue make contact. Misty dug her nails into her wife's hips, slightly pulling her closer to her mouth. Misty started to suck on her clit and Cordelia's head fell back, her hands moving from unruly curls to grip at the back of her chair. Cordelia was a panting mess, knuckles white from gripping her chair so tight. Without warning, Misty pulled her face away and got up. A very flustered and frustrated Cordelia tried to pull her back down. In a quick movement, Misty yanked on her arm and brought her up to her feet. She kissed Cordelia hard, and lifted her up by her ass. Cordelia instinctively wrapped her legs around her waist. Moving around the desk chair, Misty set her down on her desk, paperwork long forgotten. She quickly removed the rest of the supreme's clothing and the supreme pulled her down by her neck into a kiss. Cordelia gasped into the swamp witch's mouth when she felt two fingers enter her and start to move at a fierce pace. The other woman determined to make her scream. Misty wrapped her free arm around her waist and pulled her closer, her fingers going deeper into the other woman. Noticing Cordelia's erratic breathing, she moved her mouth the other woman's neck, biting and sucking on sensitive flesh. After a few more deep thrusts, the Supreme came, loud, Misty's name leaving her lips.
"Oh fuck" a breathless Cordelia was still trying to regain her composure. "I have half a mind to soundproof this room with you around." Misty laughed against her neck, still holding her wife close, and feeling very proud of herself.