A/N: Oh look. Another chapter. Just what everyone wanted XD Well, I'm enjoying these, so other people might enjoy them, too. Anyone who wants to send me a review is very welcome to do so.
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The shower water had just warmed up enough to create a light mist in the bathroom. There were definitely things she liked a lot about this place, and one of them was the running water. It had been a real pain in the neck to construct a working bath and refill it every day, living out in the swamp, much less controling the actual temperature of the water.
She had tilted her head back to let her hair get wet when someone knocked at the door. After living here long enough and getting to know everyone's quirks, she readily recognized the knock as Cordelia's and instinctively turned to answer (even though she couldn't be seen from the other side of the door);
"Usin' the shower, Miss Cordelia,"
"Can I come in?"
That struck her as an odd request, but she figured it must be a matter of some urgency. "Ah, sure, just-" she reached for the shower curtain and closed it. "Okay. Come in,"
Once she was in the room, she shut the door and locked it. Misty, who was unaware of both this and the towel she was carrying, asked; "What's the matter?"
"Nothing's wrong, Misty," she could hear the gentle smile in her voice somehow, and imagined the expression. The addressed blonde pulled the curtain aside just enough for her face to be seen. Her eyes fell to the towel in her hand, and a quizzical look came over her.
"Did ya forget to shower this mornin'?" Cordelia's routine had always been pretty predictable, and since becoming the Supreme, it was even moreso. Misty usually showered at night, to get the sweat and dirt off her should she have been by the swamp; Cordelia showered in the morning for reasons unbeknownst to her and spent the nights tending to her obligations.
"No," there was a playful smile on her face. "I was wondering if you'd let me shower with you,"
Misty was quite shocked, not to mention confused, by that suggestion. She went silent and looked Cordelia up and down, trying to make sense of it. "Well-" she finally decided; "sure, ya can, but- why?"
"I just thought it might be nice," she answered, hanging her towel beside Misty's. Her thoughts weren't entirely chaste in this case, but Cordelia would never do anything her lovely swamp with didn't eagerly welcome.
"C'mon in, then," she slipped back behind the curtain. Within a few seconds, the Exalted and Revered Supreme had taken her clothes off and stepped inside with her. Her eyes traveled all over the younger girl's body, admiring every curve and soft spot. Misty blushed lightly. "What're ya lookin' at?"
"I'm not sure," she answered and kissed her on the cheek. "It might be a witch,"
The blush turned to one of more flattery than embarrassment.
"Has no one ever told you how beautiful you are?"
"I-uh-well..." she lowered her head. "No, I can't say as they have...but uh...no one's ever seen me naked, either,"
"It's not just how you look, Misty. It's who you are," she ran her hands through the other woman's wet hair lightly; "I think I'd have no choice but to look at you this way no matter what you looked like on the outside. I'd have to be captivated by you no matter what,"
Misty didn't know what to say to that, but the blush was spreading from her cheeks to her neck. She was developing a pink hue and it was not from the sun.
"What's wrong? What's that look for?"
What she was referring to was not the blushing, but the shock and confusion all over her face. She pursed her lips, then tried to answer; "I guess I don't get what's so..." she couldn't quite recall the word 'captivating' to mind, so she settled for "great...'bout me. I-I mean-" Misty really wasn't one to be self-depricating; "ya got a lot more power than I do. And money," she held her hand out and let the water run into her palm; "and all this other stuff. Ya can have anythin' ya want,"
Cordelia was mildly shocked at this. She had to have known, somewhere inside herself, that thoughts like that would...well, they wouldn't be completely unexpected. It still hurt her a little bit. "Misty, I don't want you to think of me as the Supreme," she said, kindly but firmly.
"What? But it's whatcha are, i'nt it?"
"Yes, I am. But, more importantly, I'm me. You know the difference, right?"
"Oh...okay, Cordelia,"
Misty looked a bit scared then, so Cordelia raised a hand to her face and stroked it softly. "I'm sorry, I just...don't want you to just think about me like that,"
"I won't, Dee. I mean- I don't," she was starting to wish she hadn't said anything, now she was all confused. "It's just- well- it's-"
The older woman gripped her arm gently to show her she understood, and Misty closed her mouth in relief. "As for what is so great about you...Misty Day," she playfully called her by her full name; "I'm surprised that's even a question for you," she pecked her lips. "Do you remember when Zoe first found you?"
She raised a brow. "How d'ya know what happened then?"
Cordelia answered by raising the hand she'd used to shake her hand when they met, and that was enough of an answer for her. It wasn't the first time this had been used to answer a question. "You didn't know her or Kyle from Adam, and you certainly didn't owe them anything, but you took care of Kyle anyways- right?"
She nodded. "I tried to make his scars go away, but-"
A kiss stopped her. "You fed him," kiss; "made sure he had water," kiss; "bathed him," kiss; "and shared your home with him-" kiss; "And why did you do that?"
"We-well," the kissing was starting to give her that same weird feeling she'd gotten the other day, when she and Cordelia were in bed; "They...they needed help, I guess..."
This time, she held the kiss much longer, but pulled away as it began to deepen into something else. "Misty Day, you were burned at the stake and had to go into hiding to avoid being found by your own parents and yet, you still maintained hope that someday you would find people like you," kiss, kiss, kiss; "You are kind," the kisses began to travel down her neck and she shivered; "and brave..." oh, the tongue against her neck; "and loyal..." fingers tracing mindless patterns on her stomach; "and I just don't understand how you could possibly not know that,"
The look Misty was giving her was a combination of reverent adoration and pulsating need. She stared at her, her emotions very apparent, and the Supreme finally pressed their mouths together. Their tongues met and flicked against each other; the younger witch whimpered softly in surprise, and then Cordelia's tongue was in her mouth. It massaged her own tongue and stroked the roof of her mouth and slid across her gums. Breathless gasps escaped her and she finally pushed back enough force to make her lover whimper with surprise. While Misty navigated her tongue through her mouth, the other woman- slowly and softly- scratched the very tips of her fingernails up her back. They circled around and around the small dip in her spine, making her shudder again.
"I love you, Misty," Cordelia declared, breaking the kiss. She then leaned into the other girl's ear and gently pulled on her earlobe with her teeth. This caused another gasp, and Misty bent and extended her arm over and over. She could feel her heart beat throughout her whole body. Nibble, nibble, nibble. The curly-haired woman was already moaning and grasping onto Cordelia's shoulders. She released the ear and whispered hot breath against it; "You are amazing and I love you and I will always count myself lucky to have you," more nails up her back; she nodded. The Power of Supremacy was beginning to swarm over her again, and the Force of Love was even more fervently dizzying. She slid down the side of the wall and Cordelia followed her down, extending her arms to steady her. "Sorry, Misty, I-"
She shook her head vehemently. "Don't apologize. I want ta feel it, Dee,"
"...are you sure?"
She nodded.
"If it gets to be too much for you, you let me know,"
"I promise,"
Cordelia nodded and hesitantly pulled the other earlobe with her teeth. Misty moaned and arched her back; the warm water covering her whole body made everything more potent. Nibble, nibble, nibble. She clung to the older woman's arms with trembling hands. Two gentle fingers lifted and pinched her nipples lightly, inviting her body into another arch. The feeling of water falling over her femininity became heightened- she felt every drop. Her legs bucked when a warm mouth clamped over her neck, sucking lightly at the same time her nipples were being pinched and tweaked in rhythm. Pinching and tweaking became rolling and Cordelia switched to suck on the other side of her neck.
"Dee," she whimpered, her legs thrusting and back arching in rhythm. "I'm...I'm gonna lose it," to show what she meant, she motioned over her pelvic region, and Cordelia smirked.
"Oh?" she answered, moving her legs apart before gently entering her.
"Oh!" she yelped and her whole body straightened.
"You're right, it does feel like you're pretty close to losing it, Misty," she twisted and thrusted the single finger gently. The detachable shower head came lightly drifting down without either of them moving, and Cordelia removed her finger- causing a distressed grunt- while she grabbed the shower head. "I want you to feel this,"
"What- what is-" she couldn't finish the question. Warm water sprayed into her neediest part and she cried out in both pleasure and need. Slowly, Cordelia began to press it more firmly into her. "Cor-Cor-" she stuttered, hips raising.
"Shhh," she neared her, keeping the shower head positioned while kissing her cheek. "I'm right here. It's okay," she pressed it in more firmly.
"Hnnng-! Ah-hah!" her voice cut off in a strangled gasp and she came with a buck and a jerk. Cordelia moved the water spigot around and leaned down beside her, cradling her head. It was nice to be able to do both of those things at once.
"Are you alright?" she asked when, at last, it seemed she could breathe again. Misty nodded. "You sure?"
She answered by pulling her closer and pressing their lips together. "It was even better this time 'cause ya didn't hold back, Dee,"
Cordelia grinned at her, both loving and mischevious. "I'll have to show you all the different settings on the shower head one of these days,"
"What?"
She lifted it up and twisted the top of it, changing the way the water sprayed. Misty blushed and shivered instinctively.
"Do you think you can stand up?" the older witch softly giggled; "You were just trying to get cleaned up,"
"Oh, I can," she gave her a devious expression, though the blush of hesitance was still quite evident. "But why would I want ta? I think it'd be awful hard ta make ya feel that if we're standin'," she didn't give her a chance to protest before she kissed her. Everything was still slow and methodical, as she sensed her lack of coordination. Her fingertips traveled down her sides, then up her stomach. Cordelia clenched her hands into fists, Misty's tongue exploring her mouth. This time, she didn't protest that the attention was unnecessary, she simply accepted it. They shifted positions so that the swamp witch was hovering over the Supreme. Her mouth moved away and Cordelia let out a soft whimper, still craving the contact. Misty half-smirked, half-smiled with pride and licked up her neck, causing her breath to hitch. The Cajun's hands were splayed out on her thighs, sliding up and down in the shower water (but, to her credit, not clumsily). She arched and her head went back, opening up the small dip between each collarbone, and Cordelia released a strangled moan as Misty pressed her mouth to it. The Force of Her Love surged through the Supreme again, even stronger than the last time, and she sighed and shivered in response.
Cordelia raised her hands so she was holding onto her, her fingers crossed just behind her neck. The hot water on her flesh, combined with the cooler air, hardened her nipples and made them crave contact. Hoping to give her lover the idea, she pressed her upper body up into her. The younger witch pulled away to see what was going on. After a couple seconds of interpretation, she got the signal and pulled a nipple into her mouth, feeling Cordelia's body stiffen. A small "Hn!" escaped her, and she was rocking as much as anyone could rock on a shower floor. The shower head was still down, spraying warm water all over her legs, and she was starting to think she might go crazy. Her wild blonde shifted to the other breast, and her lady parts burned with desire. "Misty," her voice came out low and sultry, and as her lower muscles twitched, she motioned towards the shower head with her eyes.
"Already, Dee?" she smirked and grabbed it willingly. Cordelia nodded, her hips rising.
"Feel me," she suggested. Misty entered her core with a single finger, effectively teasing her without trying to.
"Wow, you must really want me," she smiled proudly, and the headmistress of Robichaux's nodded vigorously.
"I need you," she whimpered, and reached out for Misty's arm. "Here, I'll guide you,"
She willingly allowed Cordelia to help her situate the shower head, watching her rock and shiver as the water spray caressed her clit. Pretty soon, the woman's hands were back on her, white-knuckled fists placed over her shoulders. As Misty pulled the shower head away, Cordelia gave a passioned, almost angry moan.
"Why'd you stop?" she squeaked pitifully, and her companion kissed her neck softly.
"I thought o' somethin'," she answered innocently, and showed Cordelia the shower head while she changed the setting to 'massage.'
"Ohh..." just the anticipation made her shiver. Her clit twitched, her whole body screaming for more. "Okay. Please,"
Misty slowly lowered it back to it's rightful spot, and the pleasure immediately caused Cordelia to jerk. "Don't stop," she begged, girating her hips over the water splay. "There, there...ahh!" she squeaked and let go of the reflex, allowing her orgasm to take her over. Misty slowly moved the shower head away, sensing that her now-sensitized clit may be hurt by it if she held it there, and she kissed her lover as oxygen returned to her lungs properly.
"Is that why ya wanted ta get in here with me?"
She nodded and gave her a mischevious smile. The shower head returned to it's rightful spot. Her Cajun blonde giggled softly and stroked Cordelia's wet hair back with her fingers.
"Alright, you can take your shower while the water's still hot," the older woman grinned and leaned into her neck to murmur; "but that's not all I'd like to do with you tonight,"
The swamp witch tinged pink in the face for a few seconds and looked away shyly. Cordelia stroked her hair back comfortingly. Then, one at a time, the two of them slowly got up. There was a small 'click' sound as the Supreme opened up one of the bottles of shampoo.
"C'mere," she suggested, squeezing it out into her hand. Misty, perplexed, stepped out from under the shower and soon found the other woman's hands all over her head.
"Ya don't have ta wash my hair for me, Dee," she grinned up one side of her mouth; "I know how ta get myself clean- unless yer tryin' ta tell me somethin',"
"I'm not," she answered, continuing to lather up the wild curls; "I just think it feels nice when someone else does it- is it a problem?"
"Nah. It is nice," she agreed, letting Cordelia's fingertips massage her scalp. She was firm but gentle and the sensation was, in fact, lovely. Once all of her hair had been lathered up, they both rinsed it out. Next, the conditioner. While it softened her hair, the Supreme took the body soap from the shelf and smirked as she poured a scant handful out. She coaxed Misty out of the spray of water and began with her back.
"Whoa," she muttered in mild disbelief as she stroked her hands over the younger girl's shoulder blades. "My god, you're tense- no wonder you had such trouble learning telekinesis,"
"What?"
"Does your back hurt?"
Misty turned to look at her, furrowed her brows in confusion, and hesitantly nodded her head. "Yeah, sometimes. Isn't that normal?"
"Not like this," it must have been from all those years spent in that little shack without any proper support for her body. Cordelia frowned. "I wish I would have known," clearly displeased with her lover's discomfort, she set about fixing it immediately. She started softly with just a few fingers, stroking all the nerves until the muscles eased up enough for her to use the heel of her hand. With this, she made circles up and down her shoulderblades. Misty let out a hum of contentment. Cordelia worked at the kinks, now making smaller but deeper circles with her thumbs from her neck down her spine. Her muscles twitched as they released their tension. While the swamp witch couldn't remember ever feeling so relaxed in her life- she was so used to the muscle stiffness that relieving it made her feel almost numb- the contact had a second effect that was measurable only by the way her breaths started hitching. The last bit of that tension left her and Delia, satisfied with this, leaned in and kissed the back of her neck softly. "Let me know if you ever start to feel that tension back here again," she murred, and her voice- intentionally or not- hit the pulse point on Misty's neck; "I'll get rid of it for you,"
"Thanks, Cordelia," her face was flushed, not just with the flattered blushing but now, also, with her increase in body temperature.
"Don't mention it," she reached for the soap again, as the first handful had been washed out by now, and continued washing down the Cajun's back from where she left off. "I really love you, you know,"
"...I..." she stiffened as gentle fingertips stroked down her backside. "I don't know what ta say anymore, Dee," reaching behind, she took the other woman's hand in her own and gripped lightly. "I really love ya, too,"
"You don't have to say anything," her loving hands moved further down over her thighs, lathering them up at length in circular motions. The attention made the swamp witch gasp, and Cordelia- finally- gave a coy grin. "I think your body says enough for you,"
"Should I be embarrassed?"
She chuckled. "Not at all, Misty. Not at all," the Supreme continued moving her soap-covered hands down her legs, then back up, now making her motions slower and longer. She'd reach the top of the younger girl's calves, then slowly work her way up to the root of her spine. "I think you're clean down here, now," she concluded, standing back up and obtaining more soap; "but there's plenty left to cover,"
Misty blushed when she saw the coy smirk and felt the rest of the suds run off with the water. She turned around and willingly allowed Cordelia to start washing the front of her, which started with massaging both sides of her neck. Moving her hands around and around, the older witch lightly tipped the other's head back and kissed her, offering her tongue. Her hands trailed down her arms and up again and she pulled the Cajun's tongue out of her mouth to suck on it, causing her to whimper. The magical power started flooding in again and she leaned against the shower wall to steady herself.
"I love ya, Cordelia," she gasped in pleasure as steady hands swooped up her sides and stroked her ribcage. The flesh of her stomach quivered and she soon found soapy fingertips caressing it, making her gasp. She responded with a fond smile and a kiss to her earlobe. Her hands slid under Misty's breasts and she trembled, anticipating the pleasure she knew her love would bring. She wasn't disappointed. The soapy hands again worked circles around the flesh, easily moving from the underside to the top, stroking her nipples. Misty let out a deep moan she'd been holding in a while, and Cordelia's fingertips rewarded her by focusing on the hardened buds over her breasts, rolling them around, touching every important nerve. She bucked her legs in desperation and moaned again.
"Cordelia," she half-begged, half-whined as teasing fingers stroked down the very tips of her nipples.
"What's the matter, Misty?" she started in to kiss her, but took her bottom lip in between her teeth and lightly nibbled it instead. "Did I miss a spot?"
She groaned and nodded, then held her hand out over her most feminine area. "Please,"
Cordelia smirked. "Of course," and cupped her hand over the other woman's center. Instinctively, she girated her hips into the hand, moaning softly as she tried to satisfy her body's desire for contact. She massaged her mound with the soap and moved down, pressing her fingers gently into the swamp witch's lips and stroking.
"Ohh!" she moaned and tried to grind harder into them, but Cordelia took them away. "More, Cordelia," her legs bucked.
"Shh," she whispered, her breath stroking Misty's clit tauntingly; "I'm just rinsing my hands,"
The voice and the air against her throbbing jewel made the younger girl cry out in desire, and the few seconds between Cordelia's words and the next contact felt like an eternity. Finally, she entered her, dipping her fingers as deep into the well as they could go, then retracting to use her finger to circle Misty's clit. Each time she neared that bundle of nerves, the Cajun would jerk and cry out. The Supreme nursed her through the extended plateau phase, kissing and lightly sucking at her clit in rhythm from time-to-time to spurn her closer.
"I love ya," she panted, her orgasm so close she could taste it in the steamy air; "Dee, I-hnn!" she was cut off by her clenching muscles and gritted her teeth from the pleasure. "I love ya," she finished breathlessly. She fell limp against the shower wall and struggled to hold her balance while her muscles flexed in rhythm. Cordelia stood up and stroked back the younger woman's hair, removing the shower head manually to rinse the conditioner out.
"You took that all standing up," she kissed her on the cheek; "That's pretty impressive,"
She nodded and tilted her head back into the warm water. Once it had all been rinsed out, Cordelia (who actually had showered earlier that day) turned the water off.
"Here," she brought their towels into the shower and handed Misty hers. "Are you cold?"
Misty nodded again, this time hesitantly. The hairs on her arms were standing up- that must have been what Delia noticed, she reasoned- and she took the towel. "m'alright though," she dried herself off with the towel, unintentionally giving her Exalted and Revered Supreme quite the show while she stretched and moved side-to-side, then wrapped it around herself and let it fall. "Is that normal?"
"Is what normal?"
She looked down shyly and appeared to be trying to choose her words. The wild blonde had never had a chance to glean the ordinary terms or euphimisms for most things sexual, and while the one she had come up with on her own was kinda cute, it made it more difficult to ask things or put them into words. "Well, uh, when ya...when ya touch me like that, afterwards I always get kinda cold,"
She considered, then gave an affirmative nod. "Your body temperature goes up when I'm touching you," the woman explained; "So, after you 'lose it-' or, have an orgasm, your body temperature starts going back down and you'll feel a little chilly," she'd just naturally gone into teacher mode on her, but that was probably the best way to explain it.
"Is that what that is?" she smiled sheepishly, her face turning pink. "I thought I was gonna rip or break the first time,"
Cordelia mouthed a 'no' at her and tried not to laugh. It was such a damaging misconception. "Why did you let me keep touching you, then?"
"'Cause I trust ya. Ya said it was normal and ya'd never hurt me,"
"Oh, come here," lips pressed against lips. It was delicate and sweet and it lingered.
There was a pause in which the two of them got out of the shower and began putting their clothes on. Cordelia wrapped her damp towel into a beehive atop her head.
"Hey, Dee," the wild blonde got her attention; "I'm kinda feelin' hungry, too,"
Her response was a small giggle. "That's normal, too, and we can go grab something to eat,"