Foxxay prompt: Misty gets drunk with Cordelia for the first time and they make out and other stuff;)

Thanks for the prompt, hope you like it. Although they don't do anything other the kiss because I feel Cordelia wouldn't take advantage.

Of Chloroplasts and Cajun's

"That was awesome, miss Cordelia!" Misty Day walked, well stumbled, into the greenhouse. It was the Cajun's natural go to place insiFode the house- a safe haven almost. It reminded her of the beloved swamp and it was also where Cordelia Foxx spent most of her waking hours, however it was more appropriate to use the former excuse as a way to spend so much time among the plants.

The teacher looked up from where she'd been working on a new spell. She smiled at Misty and allowed herself to let out a small laugh.

"Have you been drinking?" She asked, amused.

"Maddison," Misty tried to explain, getting her words jumbled and slurred. Cordelia stopped her.

"I understand," and by God she did. Maddison Montgomery was certainly the kind to lead Misty astray. "What did she give you?"

"Vodka," Misty said, guilt wrapped around her words.

Cordelia closed her eyes and sighed. She would certainly be having words with both the girls. Drinking was certainly one of Maddison's favourite pass times- but Misty? She was confident that Misty had never touched a drop of alcohol.

Misty eventually made her way over to Cordelia, gripping onto the wooden table for standing support. The older blonde quickly abounded her work to get misty a bucket before returning to the plant in front of her.

"What's this for miss Cordelia?" Misty beckoned to the bucket in front of her.

"In case you're sick," Cordelia told her nonchalantly, not even sparing the Cajun a glance. Misty's face looked alarmed.

"Sick?! Like, vomit?!"

Cordelia sighed, "yes Misty, in case you vomit!" She was trying her best not to become angry with the girl, yet, she couldn't seem to help it. Perhaps it was because Misty was one of her most treasured students or maybe it was because Cordelia adored Misty's innocence and Stevie-centered lifestyle. For Misty to be drawn into Maddison's clutches of drink, drugs and sex made Cordelia's heart sink and her soul be consumed with rage. True, she was uncharacteristically angry with the Cajun, but deep down, Cordelia knew she had a tendency to stray.

"Oh, sorry," Misty said quietly. "I didn't know I might vomit,"

"It's okay," Cordelia turned her head to offer a sympathetic smile to her, "you had no way of knowing the consequences without Maddison telling you. " Misty laughed at her. "Why are you laughing?"

"Do ya have to be so teacher-y all the time miss Cordelia?" Misty spluttered, irrupting into another fit of giggles. Cordelia laughed quietly.

"Yes I suppose I do when you do things like this," she said laughing again.

Misty's laughter stopped abruptly and she froze to look at Cordelia, mid-laugh. Cordelia turned to face Misty, her quick stopping naturally making her concerned.

"Are you alright? Do you feel ill in anyway?" Cordelia said hurriedly. Misty slumped down onto the hard marble floor slowly, never once avoiding Cordelia's worried, mismatched eyes. The Cajun looked at her teacher in a star-struck manner for a while, before shaking her head and smiling.

"No it's just, well miss Cordelia, I think ya should laugh more. Ya look beautiful when ya smile," Misty said. A drunken revelation.

Cordelia's heart skipped a beat. How could this woman be making her feel like this- she loved Hank for goodness sake! But here she was, Misty Day, with her knotty blonde hair, hippy fashion, bright blue eyes and her undeniable love for Fleetwood Mac. Cordelia gulped.

"Thank you Misty,"

Misty grabbed the table leg and hauled herself up again. Swaying slightly, misty waltzed over to Cordelia. The close contact made Cordelia blush and fidget with the experiment in her eyesight.

"What are you doing?" Misty asked.

"I'm trying a chloroplast spell. The leaves on this side are lacking in sunlight and are dying. The leaves on the other side however, are stealing all the sun's rays and taking them for themselves. So, I'm trying to even it out and help these little leaves get some green," Cordelia explained. Misty's eyes hadn't been on the leaves though. Make up covered eyes roamed over Cordelia's body in a drunken haze. Venturing from trouser covered legs, to flat stomach, the curve of her breasts, a peeping collarbone and finally the delicate, cutting features of her face, framed by golden hair. Misty hummed an 'Mmm' as she slowly got closer to the older blonde.

"You're amazing, ya know that?"

Cordelia gasped, "sorry?"

"You're never appreciated enough- it makes me so angry- ya know? These plants can't say thanks! Ya mum's an asshole. Why would anyone give ya up?! You're beautiful and ya care so much for all of us,"

Cordelia was speechless, "wow thank you Misty, but you really didn't have to do that,"

"I did"

"How come?"

"Cause I love ya,"

Misty quickly leaned in and captured Cordelia's soft lips with her own. Cordelia gasped again but slowly returned the kiss, lovingly and passionately. Misty's hands wandered to the back of Cordelia's thighs and lifted her up onto the table. Using her hands to separate her legs, Misty placed herself between them and rolled her hips against Cordelia's, earning a moan in response.

"Mist- Misty. S-stop," Cordelia whispered breathlessly, "you're drunk, it's not right,"

"This ain't nothin' I wouldn't do sober, miss Cordelia,"

Cordelia smiled against Misty's lips and leaned in to press their lips together once more. For possibly the first time in her lonely life, Cordelia felt happy. Maybe she just needed to discover that Misty Day was her happiness.