*Set during the last episode of AHS Coven and carries on from there.
Lots of lesbian goodness ;-]
1.
It was nearly too late but Cordelia had refused to lose Misty Day. She laid down next to the girl and held her hand. She chanted the spell that would carry her into the underworld. She closed her wounded eyes and prayed to the goddess that she could complete this one task.
She slowly drifted to a near sleep and found that she was suddenly surrounded and caressed by the darkness. She drifted through the depths of this inky substance between one hell and the next. She fell first into her own.
The tall blonde stood in the middle of her childhood bedroom staring at her closed door. She heard the crashing of dishes and the stomping of feet. The door flung open and her mother barged in, her expensive makeup smeared across her face and her black designer dress hiked up high on her thighs. The old woman was in a drunken rage. She picked her young daughter up by the throat.
"You been usin' your magic again, Delia?" Her mother hissed in her face. The crude smell of whiskey and tobacco smoke burning what little air Cordelia could breathe.
"N-no momma" she had sputtered, gasping for breath.
"Liar" her mother said coldly, releasing her grip. When she fell to the ground, her mother lifted her hand and her small body was picked up by an invisible force. Her powers wrapped around her limbs and held her still while it drug her close to face the formidable old supreme.
"Please momma, I just wanted to show you.." she screamed hysterically as she tried to fight her mother's power.
"You are not a witch Cordelia!" her mother screeched as she slapped her hand hard across her face and then through her against the wall.
The supreme gasped and was catapulted from her old bedroom and back into that black primordial substance that held her body gently for a while as it moved her around until it let her fall into another universe, someone else's hell.
She was suddenly in front of the door to a classroom where she could hear a familiar voice begging. It was Misty Day's. She found the girl screaming hysterically as her hand was brought down over and over again to slice open the live frog.
She saw the teacher towering over the girl and all of the whispers that Misty was a freak when she held her hands over the frog and brought it back to life again. The supreme waved her hand and all the scalpels stuck to the ceilings and all the trays were over turned on the desks.
"Misty! It's me, Cordelia!" she said as she stared into her wet blank eyes. She grabbed the girl's wrist and pulled her to stand. She wasn't even really sure if she saw her but after a moment her eyes focused on the supreme and her tears stopped. "Miss Cordelia?"
"Yes!" the older witch exclaimed as she hugged the girl.
"Let me take you home"
Cordelia took care of Misty when she came back. The girl was absolutely traumatized. She couldn't sleep at the house and insisted on staying in the swamp to sort through everything. It was her home after those hillbillies had set her on fire and now she felt it was the only place she had any hope of recuperating.
Although Cordelia could not leave the house and stay in the swamps with Misty she went to see her every evening after dinner. She had many responsibilities as the supreme but she wanted desperately to be there for her friend. It took her an hour to her shack every evening and she stayed until Misty fell asleep, so she found that she was getting quite tired during the day.
She didn't mind the extra effort. She knew that the girl needed someone to be there for her and she was happy to be the one to comfort her. Every night she tried to convince her to come back to the house, though. She would tell her how the girls missed her and how she could even stay in her room until she felt completely comfortable again.
After a while, Misty reluctantly agreed to return to the academy. The girl had grown quite fond of the headmistress and whether the supreme wanted to admit it or not, she had grown fond of the swamp witch as well, maybe something even deeper was growing inside of her for the girl.
Earlier that day Myrtle had made the argument that she should be burned at the stake for killing those two witches from the council. She had told her to forget about her crazy idea of protecting her reputation by burning to death. She was the new supreme and she knew that with that came grave responsibility. She could not rationalize to herself killing the only good woman she ever knew growing up. Myrtle could kill herself if she felt it would do any good but Cordelia refused to be the one to order her death.
Cordelia was woken rudely in the middle of the night to the girl slashing her arms about in the bed. She had tried to wake her as gently as possible but when the woke, both of them jumped and her eyes were as big as saucers. She was overwhelmed with emotion. Thankful to be woken from the nightmare but feeling frustrated that she dreamt of nothing else but hell. Cordelia gathered her up in her arms and held her while her small body shook and her skin became soaked in her tears.
The girl had pressed her lips against the soft skin of Cordelia's chest like she had so many other times in the shack. Each time the supreme let the girl without saying a word. She felt it was simply a show of affection. Something she was able to brush off as sweet and pure of any deeper intention. This felt much different. Cordelia lifted her glowing face and stared into her eyes.
"I will always be here" The supreme whispered. The sound of her own voice had surprised her. She could hear her heart ache. Misty stared back as the tears spilled from her eyes again. "I could never thank you enough Miss Cordelia. You've been too good to me" she said with a small tired smile as her eyes lowered to her headmistress's mouth.
The younger blonde was aching to feel the Supremes' lips. Misty took a deep breath and pulled her mouth to her lips. Her hand slid behind her neck and into her hair. The kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated. The older witch had returned the kiss but she didn't let it go long without pushing her away.
'Misty we can't do this' she said but the urge in the supreme to kiss her again was making her head spin.
'You've held me, you've shared your bed with me '
Their foreheads press together and Cordelia bites down hard on her lip to keep from losing control of herself. She wanted nothing more than to hold Mistys' beautiful face and slide her lips over hers again and again. But she was responsible for a house full of young women. Misty had been one of her students and was soon to become one of her staff. She was several years older than the other girls and her soul had at times seemed even older than her own.
It felt wrong to want to kiss Misty no matter how she thought of it. She wanted to do much more than to kiss her. She would be a liar if she said that she had not thought about the young witch a time or two in the dark hours of her bedroom. The fantasy was one thing. She couldn't do this. Misty had understood why they shouldn't but still her body ached and her mind couldn't rest. She returned to her side of the bed with her back to her headmistress. Her eyes welling with tears she desperately tried to keep in.
They do not have another intimate encounter for nearly two months. The academy was incredibly busy. They had nearly fifty girls this semester. Cordelia had started Misty out as an assistant to the Herbal Rituals instructor. She was helping girls make their elixirs and tonics, making sure they were using proper proportions and that they didn't burn down the greenhouse. Cordelia eventually wanted Misty to teach her very own Rituals class, one that focused specifically on medicinal healing and magical revival. It was an ambitious idea for a course but she knew that Misty would be amazing. She had helped so many of them when things had gone bad when her mother was still around.
They were both entirely too exhausted for anything but sleep. Misty was engulfed in her work, pouring over materials and spending a lot of time with other students to help in the evenings. Cordelia ran the Academy and did a group lecture every Wednesday evening to all of the girls. They met twice a week in the greenhouse in the mornings so that Cordelia could teach Misty a few more complex rituals.
Sometimes a few other students would join them but it was usually just the two of them for an hour. The swamp witch tried very hard to not let her feelings get the best of her but she found herself staring at her headmistress when she was speaking to her and not hearing a thing but the loveliness of her voice. She was falling in love and it was scaring her. It was torturous to sleep in the same bed as this woman and not be able to touch her.
One December evening there is a cool rain pouring outside and it's carried through the house with the wind. The house was oddly empty. A lot of the young women had gone home to their families for the winter holiday. Cordelia and Misty lie cuddled up next to each other on the older witches' giant four poster bed. Both feeling a bit more at ease since the house was nearly empty. Misty turned over to face her headmistress and gather her closer, reveling in her warmth. She had not been able to stop thinking about the last time her lips had brushed over Cordelia's. It made her heart sing and her body blaze.
They lie there tangled together, their arms around each other and their bodies as close as they can get. Her lips pressed against her neck, she could feel the flutter of her heartbeat against her lips. She inhaled the heady scent of jasmine on her warm skin and opened her mouth to kiss her supremes neck slowly. The woman gasped and gripped Misty tight where her hands were resting. The girl doesn't stop. Cordelia doesn't even know how but she is suddenly on top of Misty and her tongue is in her mouth. She could feel the girl trembling beneath her. When she realizes what their doing she pulls back panting.
'Oh Delia, please don't stop' Misty says as she sits up and wraps her arms around her supreme.
Mistys hands are strong and insistent. She pushed her black silk night dress up around her waist and squeezed the flesh of her bare hips.
'Misty no, w-we cant'
Cordelia whined, her hands on either side of her face in near panic. Her body was on fire. No one had ever made her this nervous and this turned on. She wrestled with herself, this was her student. She knew it was wrong to do this but she found that pushing Misty away this time was not what she wanted. Not at all. Warm hands squeeze her hips, kneading the soft flesh. Misty's wet mouth presses against her sternum.
'I cant lie here another night without making love to you' she whispers against her skin.
She reaches up and pulls one of the straps of her night gown down, the fabric falling off of her breast and revealing a perfect pink nipple.
'You didn't even wear any panties to bed. How can you expect me to resist?' the girl asks in her sweet bayou twang.
Cordelia gasps when she feels her mouth cover her nipple and her hand cup her between her legs.
'Misty... I want you so much but this is so wrong'
Cordelia protests but even she doesn't believe herself. This was right. After everything they had been through and to end up where they were and how they were in this very moment, she believed that some higher power was at play here. When her blue eyes stared up into hers it lit her belly on fire in no way she had imagined possible. She knew that this young witch was her destiny just as much as being the supreme was and that she could not run from that. Her hands tangled in wild blonde curls as she watched the young witch tenderly suck her nipple.
Her bright eyes close when she slides a finger inside. She whimpers on her breast, feeling how hot and wet she is. The girl is drunk off of the power of knowing she is holding her supreme like this. The older witches magic surges through her. Where they were connected tingled and pulsed like an electric current.
"You feel so amazing, Delia" the girl said around her soft breast.
Cordelia moaned and hid her face in her hands, shuddering from the girls strong finger gliding in and out of her.
"Oh Misty" she whispers, her final plea.
The swamp witch couldn't stop, not now. She let go of her nipple and gently slid another finger inside. She stared up at the supreme, her flushed and perspiring body glowing in the dark of the room.
Cordelia let go of the idea that she could stop this. Her desires were all consuming now. Her world was slowly receding into the girls eyes, it was only the two of them that existed at this point in time. She let her head fall back with a gasp when Misty curved her fingers. She could feel the friction of the cool ribbed metal of the rings on them.
"Oh god baby, I'm so close" she whispers frantically as she pulls Misty's mouth to her own.
Their tongues caressed and Misty's fingers moved with purpose. She wanted to see her supreme fall apart in her arms. She reached deeper and Cordelia could not hold herself up anymore. She trembles violently and falls back onto the bed. The young woman crawls on top of her and reaches into her depths again. Her fingertips coaxing her even closer at this new angle.
The older witch was sure that if someone were to walk in at this very moment, her legs spread open and Misty's fingers working feverishly inside of her, their could be no hiding their passion. All that mattered was the mouth on hers and that Misty was making her feel bliss she did not even know existed in this world.
"Misty baby... Im gonna come" she whispers desperately before she crashes her lips into hers.
The young woman gives her everything. Her fingers were being shocked by all the magic coursing through the Supremes body. The feel of it was going straight to Misty's head. She was so close herself. She could feel her insides growing impossibly slick as her fingers reach as deep as they could go.
Cordelia gasps into Mistys mouth and her hips begin convulsing beneath her. Her body bursts with pleasure she's never experienced before. Her orgasm ripping through every nerve ending, her fingers and toes twitching. Her eyes rolling to the back of her skull. The lights in the house begin to flicker and the one above their bed burns out.
"Oh Mist" Cordelia breathed over and over into the girls neck.
"I love you" the girl said against her ear
"I love you too" The supreme whispered, out of breath and still feeling the aftershocks of her climax.
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TWO WEEKS LATER
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"Oh god, Delia" Misty groaned, her hands squeezing her breasts, her body curved sitting on the dusty garden table. Her hips were bare and her breasts were pulled out of the top of her bra and her tank top. Strong arms were wrapped around her hips and a blonde head was moving between her legs.
"sh" Cordelia said as she stood and leaned into the girl to kiss her mouth.
"Misty baby, you have to be quiet" the older woman smiled.
Her small soft hand slide between her legs, her fingers playing between the younger witches folds.
"Your mouth feels so good" Misty whimpered
"I cant help myself" she gasped when she felt her supreme begin to slide her fingers inside of her.
"Can you be quiet, if i fuck you like this baby?"
"You know I cant" Misty's eyes pleaded, her body already shaking. Her breathing picked up and little sounds began spilling from her throat. She slapped a hand to her mouth to keep herself quiet. Her headmistress slid another finger inside and then buried them up to her knuckles.
"Oh!" The young witches hips bucked and her eyes rolled back. Her eyes were heavy as they stared at Cordelia, her entire body saturated with passion. The older woman leaned forward to capture the girls lips with her own again. She swallowed the girls moans as she reached deep inside of her, she could feel how close she was. Then she heard the rattle of the door to the greenhouse.
"Delia, darling. Are you in here?" They heard a familiar voice call out and loud heels clicked closer toward them.
They both scrambled from their position. Cordelia stood and grabbed a towel from the table and wiped her hands and mouth quickly. Misty pulled her skirt back down and put her breasts back inside her shirt. There was not hiding the freshly fucked hair and the red swollen lips. Nor the smell of sex lingering around the both of them.
When Myrtle rounded the corner it was quite obvious what she had just interrupted. Cordelia was acting somewhat normal but for being a bit out of breath. Misty though was wide eyed and her legs were still trembling. She smiled at the two of them knowingly but looked at Cordelia cautiously.
"Delia, may I have a word?" Myrtle said looking toward the supreme and then at Misty. She studied the both of them and her mind put together that this affair had been going on for some time.
Once they are out of earshot of the girl, Myrtle turns to the headmistress and looks worried.
"Cordelia. I don't need to tell you that this little romp with your student is ill advised."
"No, no you don't. Myrtle" The witch said running her fingers nervously through her hair and lowering her eyes.
"What I am obligated to tell you is that I feel you are doing an excellent job as supreme, a great improvement from your predecessor but you are being wreck less."
"Wreck less because I've fallen in love or wreck less because i wont burn you at the stake?" The woman asks harshly
"Wreck less, darling, because you are fucking a student in the greenhouse"
Cordelia shifted uncomfortably
"We got a little carried away, this was the first time" she murmured
"She is young, Delia. Don't you tell her you love her if you don't mean it. If you break her heart, she would have alot to use against you"
"She would never do that"
"I dont think she would. But I know that love can make people do very strange things."
"You are very lucky I was the one to walk in on your little soiree"
"Please be careful dear Delia. You're breaking a lot of rules."
"I am my mother's daughter" The blonde witch grinned darkly.
"The last thing I want to see is for you or this coven to get hurt" The redheaded woman said as she lovingly cupped her Supremes face.
"I know. Thank you"
The woman leaned against the touch. If felt like home. Myrtle really had been the closest thing to a mother she had ever experienced. Fiona was always somewhere else or too drunk to care. This woman had protected her countless times and here she was, trying to protect her again. The Supremes heart warmed at the thought and her belly sank with guilt.
She truly was in love with Misty Day. But the Coven was everything to her. Being the best Supreme and Headmistress meant her entire world. She knew that it would suffer for her relationship with the girl but she found that turning Misty away was not an option. Not at this point. She was irrevocably in love with the young woman and she would deal with whatever consequence came with that. She felt insane, but Myrtle was right. Love could certainly make people do very strange things.
TBC
