Author's Note: For any of you who haven't read any of my other stories, I am a fixer. I often write fic to create happy endings for characters I love. So that's what I'm doing here. It'll take a while, but they'll get there :) This story begins in the last moment we see Fiona and the Axeman in the finale of Coven and continues from there.
In the Fires of Hell
Fiona clutched at her lover with desperation as he held her in his arms. She saw Papa Legba in the doorway and forced herself to close her eyes, willing the pounding of her heart to drown out the sound of his laughter.
"What am I doing here?" she whispered, more to herself than anything else.
"You're in hell, baby doll. Funny, isn't it? My heaven is your hell. I guess that's what happens after all those years of my hell, watching you from afar and getting left behind as you soared," Joe replied, swaying their bodies to the silent music that always played in his head.
Fiona didn't respond. She just clung to him tighter. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to do. For all eternity, she'd be stuck in this shithole of a cabin, all alone and bored out of her mind.
Joe turned his head to press soft kisses to her hair and neck. "Don't worry. I got you."
She let out a slow breath, feeling her body relax in his arms. She always felt a calm around him, something that had always felt unnatural to her. Fiona Goode was not a woman who relaxed easily. Even when her mind was at ease, her body and soul—or lack thereof—had felt restless. And when her body was still, her mind would wander. But not with her Axeman. He brought her an unfamiliar contentment. Perhaps it was because he'd known her for her whole life that he knew her better than anyone ever had before. Or perhaps it was just because he was so damn sexy, and he loved her as an equal. Joe didn't want anything from her other than simply her. No one had ever wanted Fiona for herself before. It was new and comforting.
"Come on, baby. Let me bring you a little heaven," he murmured in her ear.
Fiona laughed softly. "I just got out of bed."
He pulled back slightly to look into her eyes. "I didn't say we had to go back to bed."
She bit her bottom lip, trying not to smile. "You still smell like fish," she challenged.
A spark of idea formed in his expression. "I guess you'll have to clean me up." Joe took her hand and led her into the bathroom.
Fiona half expected to see a corpse bleeding out in the bathtub when they arrived, but was pleasantly surprised to find a large clawfoot tub with a standing shower in pristine clean condition. Joe started the shower before unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes hungrily fixated on her.
"Care to help me, baby?" he asked, the velvety sound of his voice making her body begin to buzz with anticipation. Every second he spent seducing her took her further away from the literal hell she was tapped in.
She smiled slowly. "I think you're doin' just fine yourself. Keep going."
Joe chuckled. She never failed to surprise him. She wanted him to give her a show, and he always did whatever his beautiful flower wanted.
Fiona watched as he slowly disrobed. His beige shirt came off first. Her heart skipped a beat as he went from carefully unbuttoning to harshly jerking the tails of the shirt from his pants. He bent down to untie his sturdy boots. Fiona started imagining the kinds of manly, rough things he did outside in those boots. He stood back up and looked at her from beneath his brow as he undid his belt buckle and unzipped his fly, letting the trousers fall to the floor. The metal sounded on the wooden floor and her chest constricted with excitement.
"Anytime you wanna jump in…" he suggested quietly.
Without a word, Fiona made her way to him, pulling the cotton undershirt up and over his head. Her knuckles brushed his body, the strong and sturdy muscles rippling at her soft touch. He lifted his arms so she could remove his shirt. As soon as it was off, he started undressing her as well, but she stopped him. "You first, mister," she whispered. With that, she pulled his shorts down, letting them fall the floor with the rest of his clothes. She guided him toward the steaming shower.
He got underneath the hot water and tentatively moved to get shower curtain. Fiona every so subtly shook her head, so he stopped. Joe began to wash himself as she watched. Her eyes were fixated on him, her smile growing with each move he made. He felt his arousal grow, knowing that they would soon be getting very dirty as soon as she deemed him sufficiently clean.
Just when he began to feel an ache in his abdomen, he saw his Fiona lean back against the wall and begin to touch herself through her black silk nightgown.
