Prompt: Misty needs a place to sleep so Cordelia lets her sleep in bed with her. Delia catches Misty having a wet dream and smut ensues. Smut. Smut. Smut.

AN: there is a bit of a plot here but mostly just lady loving. Enjoy!

Misty's POV

This couch is so much comfier than the cot I had back in the swamp. The Academy is wonderful! My bad vibes were right, but the good far outweighs the bad. I'm so grateful to Miss Cordelia for taking me in and giving me safety, but I'm even more thankful to her for taking the time to teach me and be my friend.

Cordelia's unlike anyone I've ever met before. She's remarkably kind and patient, and she's so smart. Miss Delia has been through so much, I can see it in her mismatched eyes, but she's still so strong.

I'm captivated by Cordelia and everything that she is. Whenever I close my eyes at night she's all I can think about. I'm not well versed in the ways of love, but I do know that the pounding in my heart, the tingling under my skin, and the longing in my chest for Delia certainly are not just-friends emotions.

Pulling the blanket Myrtle gave me up over my shoulders, I snuggle into the couch to sleep. When my eyes flutter closed I picture Cordelia. She's grinning at me, swaying her hips and sauntering over to me. She is so damn beautiful.

"Misty?" Opening my eyes, I sit up and smile brightly, thrilled to see the object of my affections. "Have you been sleeping on the couch?"

The little pout on her face is adorable. "Yeah, it's real comfy."

"Why don't you go sleep in one of the rooms?"

"Cause there's none left and nobody wants ta share with me." I'm not bothered by the other girls' aversion to me; I'm just glad that Delia likes me.

"Well, you can share with me. Come on, let's go to my room." She smiles and blushes slightly as she helps gather up my belongings. My hands are shaking I'm so excited. I'm actually going to share a bed with Cordelia!

Together we go to her room in relative silence. We put the Stevie records and shawls down, and I sit on the bed. "Thank you Miss Cordelia." I say while I anxiously fiddle with the edges of the quilt. "You didn't have ta invite me here."

"I know, but I wanted to." Cordelia smiles at me again, putting me at ease. There's a mischievous glint in the headmistress' blue and brown eyes, but she turns away from me before I can analyze it further.

Then the strangest thing happens; Cordelia unzips the back of her royal blue dress and lets it pool around her feet. My eyes widen as I see almost every inch of her beautiful, pale skin. Next she unclasps her black lacey bra and it falls to the floor.

I have to squeeze my legs together to try and relieve some of the intense arousal I'm feeling. My underwear quickly become ruined from my growing wetness. The urge to reach out and touch Cordelia, kiss all over her gorgeous body, is so strong that I have to look away.

Seemingly unaware of the affect she's having on me, the older witch slips on a thin nightgown and crawls into bed beside me. Switching the light off, Delia pulls the quilt over us.

"Have sweet dreams, Misty." Her voice is sweet like honey. It's quickly becoming one of my favorite sounds.

"You too darlin." Well I picked myself a bouquet of oopsie daisies. I mean to say 'Miss Cordelia' but the term of endearment just slipped out. Delia doesn't seem to mind though; she smiles and blushes a bit. Then Cordelia rolls away and sleep overtakes me.

xxxxxxx

"Misty, Misty wake up." A firm hand shaking my shoulder and a concerned voice call me out of the best dream of my life.