Author's Note: My first Coven fic of the season, it's Kyle/Misty centric, but may have some Zoe/Kyle, Zoe/Misty also. I hope you enjoy it gang! -L :)
Zoe had left him there with her, and she had been the one to heal him; the mud, the alligator dung and her caring nature had healed Kyle. When Zoe had left, the blonde had taken over his guardianship, she had cooked for him, nursed him, bathed him and slept next to him each night. And then, Zoe had had came back, taken Kyle and left her alone once more, except for the promise of returning.
The blonde had believed she and Kyle had a deep and meaningful connection in the couple days since Zoe had left him with her. She wondered if she'd been wrong to assume that. She often wondered if Zoe and Kyle had feared her as others before them had done, for her power of resurgence. The blonde wondered if Zoe would renege on her promise of returning and staying for dinner, and returning to take her away from her favorite place; the swamp she called home. It was the only place she felt at home.
The blonde had taken comfort and refuge in her idol: Stevie Nicks, her shawl twirling and laying, looking around her shack at the near duplicates of Stevie's outfits. She had waited and waited expectantly for Zoe's return to her humble swamp abode, but she didn't return as she had initially promised the blonde. She had known Zoe would not return for her, to see her, dine with her or even to thank her. She had been lied to, an empty promise from of her own, she was better off alone, or so she thought.
It was while she had been listening to a live Fleetwood Mac recording on her cassette player, did the blonde hear a small commotion outside, on her front porch. Standing apprehensively, she moved toward the door, always open while she was home, and she peered out. The blonde was taken aback with or rather, who she found outside her place. Blood. The first thing she noticed was the blood. She had to take a moment, taking a step back to steady herself before she spoke up, "Kyle...?!" she exclaimed, not quite believing he was there. It was then the blonde scanned the near vicinity for his savior, she was nowhere to be seen however.
Before the blonde could speak up, ready to ask where Zoe was, Kyle did something she hadn't expected him to do, nor she didn't know he could do. He spoke up. Looking directly at the blonde as he stood, "She's not here..." he told her, talking about Zoe, answering Misty's unspoken question before he continued, "It's just me...I came here alone."
The blonde shook her head, beaming brightly at him as she pushed herself off of the porch frame, holding out her hands to him, "Well, don't just stand there! Come on in, let me see you!" she dragged him behind her, off the porch and inside her shack before closing the door behind them. As she moved with Kyle through the simple shack, she pressed the stop button on the cassette player as she passed by her side table, to sit on the bed with him. Misty looked to Kyle as she plopped herself down onto the bed, the mattress sprung beneath them at opposite intervals. She reached with her hands, releasing Kyle's hands as she made for the buttons on his shirt, just as she had done days earlier. As before, he just watched, allowing Misty the freedom to do whatever, he was used to touches afterall.
She slipped the buttons through the holes at a pace that seemed breakneck, and flung each side of Kyle's shirt open, examining his chest, shoulders, neck and lower abdomen before she spoke up, "I think one more treatment won't hurt to try. You're almost healed, Kyle..." she told him, gently running her fingertips over the smooth, tender skin of his torso. She saw him looking from her fingers to her face and she smiled softly to him, "I'm so glad you came back, Kyle..." she continued to caress his torso, each of her ringed fingers tentatively padding over his skin, watching how he reacted, believing their connection was real.
The blonde wondered where she could find Kyle some other clean clothes while she washed the ones he was currently wearing. She glanced over his torso once more and to the now, almost healed scars where Zoe had sewn him back together. She pursed her lips and gave a short smile, "Here, let me wash your shirt. You're all covered in Lord knows what that is..." she started, already holding out her hands to receive the shirt from Kyle. Misty allowed herself to turn on the bed, so she was entirely facing him, sitting cross-legged.
Kyle waited a moment, weighing up his options. He studied Misty's face as she stared at his torso and his stomach, at his muscle definition. He watched how she eyed him, it was not what he was used to, from his mother. These glances were a lot nicer, more appreciated than anything his mother had ever done. Kyle did not need to worry about her anymore, she was gone. But Misty was here now, he had gone to her, seeking companionship from her over Zoe. Misty, although she hadn't originally done it purposely when Zoe had helped Kyle escape the morgue, was not ravaging him, each of her movements now were painfully slow. He wondered if she were planning for an ambush, it's how his mother had worked.
The blonde had waited only a few moments before Kyle had began to remove the shirt he wore. She nodded to him, smiling encouragingly as she then lowered he hands, allowing them to rest on his thigh. She allowed her fingers to twitch along his leg, making her rings catch in the lights, marvelling at each jewel, each ring. Misty glanced from her bejewelled hands to Kyle's face. She noticed he was smiling to her, and she offered a simple smile in return. The blonde then began to lower her gaze, slowly sweeping her eyes across Kyle's face until she reached his neck, there she raised an apprehensive hand lightly fingering along the faint scarring there.
Feeling Misty's fingers along his neck, his jawline, everywhere, Kyle allowed his eyes to close over. He savored the delicate sensation of the young witch's touch against his skin, craving a touch that was not unwelcomed or forced upon him. It took Kyle a few moments before he opened his eyes, feeling how the blonde was examining his other scars. As he felt her hand travelling down his torso, Kyle had to stop her. He grabbed at her hand, gripping tightly to it as he looked at her, "I...wh-..." he stuttered, it was all he could manage as he felt familiar sensations rousing within him.
"Kyle, what is it? What's wrong?" Misty drawled, asking him, not even realizing he was speaking out, or that she could hold an actual conversation with him.
"Please...Zoe..." he muttered, refreshing Misty's memory of the young girl who had saved him from the morgue after meeting him briefly at the frat party that night. Kyle dipped his head, looking to the blonde's hand in his own, and he continued, "I'd feel too guilty if anything happened. Misty, I like Zoe, she's..."
"Different. I know..." Misty responded, turning from Kyle, tugging her hand away from his grasp. Hurt, once again, by someone she thought she could rely on.
Chapter Two, coming soon!