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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction inspired by American Horror Story: Coven, I do not claim ownership of the characters nor the world of Coven, it is for entertainment purposes only, I do not profit financially from the creation or publication of this story.

Concilium

The imposition of one's will onto another.

Myrtle Snow's mass of flame-red hair barely moved as she walked past the Ancestor room. She knew The Supreme was sitting in the arm chair, not only because the scent of cigarettes, whiskey and fine perfume filled her nose. Wrinkling it at the aroma that could only belong to Fiona, she ignored the cough that was a clear attempt at getting her attention and continued her amble down the corridor until she reached the front door. Attempting to reach for the handle, she halted, turning around. Taking a few steps back up the corridor she arrived at the doorway, greeted by a sly smirk on the blonde's lips.

"So nice of you to join me, Myrtle." Fiona smirked, her tone oozing with sarcasm.

"I didn't have much choice in the matter." Myrtle sighed with a cocked eyebrow, "What is it that you want from me, Fiona?."

Fiona threw her head back and exhaled. A cloud of grey smoke rose above her head and she smiled again.

"Sit."

"I'd really rather not." The head of the council groaned as she took a seat near Fiona through no choice of her own.

Once sitting, she turned to look at the elegant blonde before her. Her stockings were near perfect on her slim but shapely legs, and the tight fitting dress was bunched a little at the waist by the way she was sitting, legs crossed at the knee. She wondered what it would feel like to touch the slender legs of The Supreme before her. She often thought about Fiona's physical attributes; at first it was jealousy, but it had soon led to infatuation. She watched her draw from her cigarette again, and imagined kissing the slender neck before her. Shuffling in her seat, she tried to quell the warmth that spread throughout her lower extremities. As if she knew what she was thinking, Fiona let out a small throaty chuckle.

The read-head groaned again, "What do you want, Fiona?" she was beginning to grow weary of this game.

"I've always been fond of you, Myrtle Snow." Fiona smirked.

"I am a guardian of veracity in the vernacular, my Dear Fiona" Myrtle scoffed, "You've never liked me." she stood to leave, but sat down again as quickly as she had risen.

"Sit." Fiona repeated, her voice slightly raised.

"Oh, you are a cruel Witch." Myrtle hissed.

"More than you know." Fiona almost whispered unnervingly, before a mischievous curl of her lips.

She took another long draw from her cigarette and drained the last of her whiskey in silence. Myrtle watched her, nervously fidgeting in the seat. Fiona was up to something, she knew that much and it made her uncomfortable. The blonde's eyes sparkled with something Myrtle wasn't sure she'd seen before, and as Fiona captured her own bottom lip in her teeth, Myrtle felt that familiar, tingling warmth at the pit of her stomach. Fiona raised both eyebrows and Myrtle shook her head angrily.

"Just, stop it, Fiona!" she spat, punctuating each word whilst trying to protect her mind from any further intrusion.

"Stop what?" Fiona grinned with feigned innocence.

"You know what." Myrtle retaliated.

"Well," Fiona drawled, standing from her chair to move around to the side of the Red-head's position before crouching beside her, "If you didn't have anything to hide from me, there wouldn't be an issue now, would there?" Myrtle looked down at her hands, uncomfortable as to the way in which this was going. "Aw, don't get all shy on me now!" Fiona breathed into Myrtle's ear before sauntering in her impossibly high heels to the cabinet to make herself another drink.

Myrtle sat in silent meditation in an attempt to cease any further thoughts creeping into her subconscious. Her meditation was broken by the bitter-sweet vocalization of her tormentor from behind her. "I didn't think you had it in you, Myrtle," she started, clearly enjoying the situation, "I figured you just weren't interested in sex." The sound of that word from Fiona's mouth was enough to drive Myrtle insane. She shifted in her seat again and bit her lip. Fiona appeared close behind her, startling the red-head, "Yet here you are, crossing your legs, and hoping I haven't overheard any more of your dirty thoughts." She placed a large whiskey in front of Myrtle and held it there until she reluctantly took it from her. Fiona grazed her fingers along myrtle's gloved hand softly as she returned to her seat and chuckled to herself. Myrtle steadied her breathing and took a large mouthful of the aged whiskey, all the while ignoring the blonde before her. Fiona watched in fascination as Myrtle drained the last of her glass.

"Oh, Myrtle," The sensuality of her voice had not escaped her, "I've never seen you drink alcohol in such a way."

Myrtle finally looked up from the glass, "Sometimes you just need a stiff drink." She found herself relaxing almost instantly, which was clearly the intention.

"Now," Fiona leant forward, "When were you going to tell me you were a filthy bitch?"

Myrtle's jaw nearly hit the floor.

"You are awful, Fiona!" she cried. She was humiliated, but the words 'filthy bitch' swam through her head, threatening to be the undoing of her.

"Yes," Fiona agreed, "but you don't know the half of it." Still leaning forward she looked at the empty tumbler in Myrtle's hand. She put it down on the table beside her, all the while looking at Fiona with disdain.

"Fiona, whatever the silly little mind game is that you're trying to play with me, you can stop now." Myrtle snapped, knowing that Fiona had complete control over her movements, and being not at all comfortable with it.

"Oh, I am far from finished with you." The Supreme purred.

Myrtle watched her own hand as it came to rest against her neck and slowly trail across her collarbones. She steadied her breathing, thinking that maybe if she showed no interest in what Fiona was doing, she'd get bored. She unfastened her cape and continued trailing her gloved fingers across her alabaster skin.

"That's a good girl." Fiona whispered, watching intently.

Myrtle had managed to stay calm, ignoring what was happening until she'd heard the soft hum of Fiona's voice, encouraging her. Turning her head away from Fiona in a failed attempt to regain control, she merely gave Fiona somewhere else to play. Myrtle's hand travelled its way up her own neck and lightly skimmed the pressure points there, rewarding Fiona with a tremble and a quiet moan from the red-head before her. The Supreme beamed with pride, as the pale skin of the redhead's chest was revealed.

"Fiona, please stop." Myrtle begged. She knew that if she went any further she would reveal the true Myrtle; the sensuality, the adoration and the masochist she'd spent years hiding.

"Are you not enjoying this?" Fiona rasped as Myrtle's hand grabbed a fistful of soft flesh. The Head of the Council's undoing had begun. She squealed as her hands became rougher with each movement, and enjoyed it. She looked Fiona in the face as her own hand traveled down her half naked body, her eyes dark with desire; she knew what was about to happen. Fiona flicked her wrist causing Myrtle's skirt to pool on the floor, startling the red-head, and leaving her in stockings. There was no turning back now; Myrtle knew that this was it. For the sake of Sins of the flesh, she would have to resign in the morning.

This thought resounded in her mind whilst she struggled with Fiona for control. She couldn't leave the Council, for anything; or anyone. The Coven was her life, and she wasn't about to let a spoiled bitter old Witch ruin that for her. Fingers had started rubbing small circles on the bundle of nerves between her thighs but she steadied her breathing and concentrated on regaining the power to her own body. She could feel the heat building, and knowing that Fiona was watching her every move intently only made her that more aroused.

She steadied her heartbeat and concentrated hard on it, ignoring the pleasure she was giving herself and the beautiful woman before her.

Control was regained and she stood up, quickly moving to throw a hard slap in Fiona's direction.

"How dare you!?" She hissed, "How dare you!?"

Fiona gave a throaty chuckle and ran her fingertips over the stinging sensation on her cheek, "My, my, how feisty you are."

"Don't speak to me, Fiona," Myrtle snapped, "Don't you dare speak to me, don't even look at me!"

"You enjoyed me looking at you." Fiona said flatly.

"No, you are mistaken," the red-head wildly spat as she picked up her clothes and left the room, "vile woman."

Fiona drained the remaining amber liquid from her glass and sighed. It had kept her occupied for a little while at least, and if she was honest with herself, she found it quite pleasurable to watch the flame-haired vixen touch herself like that.


Myrtle stepped out of the bathroom after a very long, hot shower. The hotel towels scratched her sensitive skin, but at least she felt clean again. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders, the water having taken a lot of the volume from it. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she chastised herself.

"How could you let yourself be so stupid, Myrtle?"

She sighed inwardly, and dried herself before pulling out a long nightgown and getting changed. She had considered telling the council everything, but she couldn't go through the humiliation of Fiona revealing her true desires to Quentin and Pembie. She must remain stoic.

Climbing in to the less-than-adequate hotel bed, she shut her eyes. Although she hated Fiona for what she did, she couldn't help feeling a little aroused at the same time. She'd always wanted to be taken by Fiona, but she wanted Fiona to want it too. She wasn't there for her silly little games.

The Coven was too important to be chasing after a pipe-dream anyway; she'd have to keep her fantasies to herself.