Misty barely left her room for the rest of the day. She just couldn't face Cordelia. Cordelia. Misty sighed. Her beautiful Supreme. Whom she loved, but who she knew could never love her back. It was getting late, she knew, but her stomach was starting to growl since all she'd eaten was a few bagels since breakfast. Misty quietly made her way down to the kitchen, grabbed a bite to eat, and decided to go out to the greenhouse. The greenhouse was like her sanctuary—she knew it would make her feel better. She was absentmindedly tracing her fingers along the leaves of some plants when she noticed a dark bundle of cloth beside the table. She picked it up, and noticed it was silk. It must be Cordelia's, she thought. But why would she leave a robe down here? Was she in here earlier? Was she here last night? Misty sighed again. The robe was just so Cordelia. She lifted it up and touched her face against the soft fabric. What she wouldn't give to have Cordelia. Or at least to tell her she loved her. She needed to tell someone how she felt—it was weighing her down like a ton of bricks. She kept the garment against her face, gently inhaling the scent that was so distinctly Cordelia—rose, lavender, and a slight hint of expensive perfume Misty didn't know the name of. She imagined wrapping her arms around Cordelia, looking her in the eyes and telling her she loved her, bringing their mouths together, tangling her fingers in her silky hair—
"Misty?"
Shit.
"What are you doing?"
Misty looked up at Cordelia standing in the doorway, staring at her. How long has she been there? Misty could feel her palms start to sweat.
"Umm…"
"Misty?" Cordelia tried.
Misty just stood there looking flustered. Well, drop the damn robe! She practically threw the robe to the ground. "Umm," she tried again.
"Misty," Cordelia repeated, cautiously making her way over to the girl.
Goddammit, say something! Anything! Misty willed herself to speak, to come up with some excuse for sniffing Cordelia's damn robe! How creepy do I look? Misty chastised herself.
"I see you've taken a liking to my robe," Cordelia husked coyly, stepping even closer to the nervous swamp witch. "I bet the silk feels nice on your skin."
Misty could only stare wide-eyed at the blonde and nod dumbly.
"You know what else would feel nice against your skin?" Whoa. Cordelia didn't know where that had come from, but she decided to roll with it. She reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind Misty's ear, and ghosted her lips over Misty's neck and ear. Misty shivered. What the hell was happening? She didn't know, but she certainly wasn't complaining. Cordelia nipped at Misty's jaw, and repeated, "What were you doing?" She pulled back to look Misty in the eye and waited for her response.
"I-I-"
Cordelia didn't let her finish. She crashed their lips together in a forceful kiss that was everything she had been holding back all this time. Misty didn't wait to reciprocate. She moaned into Cordelia's mouth, her plump lips even softer than she had imagined. Cordelia knew she should probably take things slow with Misty, but she wasn't thinking with her brain at the moment. She forced her tongue into Misty's mouth, and Misty accepted it eagerly. Hands frantically roamed each other's bodies, tearing clothes away in the process.
Misty stepped back momentarily, admiring Cordelia's body like a predator watches its prey. Cordelia couldn't help but blush under Misty's intense gaze.
"Oh, Miss Cordelia," Misty admired.
Cordelia blushed even harder. She knew she should have corrected her right then "Misty, please, just Cordelia." But she liked the added "Miss." It was so wrong on so many levels, she knew that, but Misty standing there, nearly naked, calling her "Miss Cordelia," like she was some authority figure (which, she was), did things to Cordelia. It added to her innocence. Well, except she didn't look so innocent right then: eyes glazed over in pure lust, panting, bare.
"Misty," Cordelia breathed out as she stepped forward, closing the gap. She pushed Misty's shoulders backwards toward the wall, gingerly seizing her prey.
"Wait, Miss Delia." Cordelia froze. Oh no. Had she gone too far? The last thing she wanted to do was push Misty further than what she was comfortable with.
"Oh, God, Misty, I'm sorry! We don't have to do this—we can stop! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, really." Cordelia didn't exactly know what to say.
Misty laughed. "No, Miss Delia, it's not that. I want ya, believe me, I've been wantin' ya since I first met ya. And trust me, from what my body's tellin' me, I don't just want ya, I need ya."
"So let me take care of you," Cordelia smirked as she wrapped her arms around Misty's neck, bringing their faces teasingly close.
"Shh—" Misty silenced Cordelia by putting her index finger on her lips. "Yer always takin' real good care of me, fixin' me breakfast when I'm all cranky in the mornin', teachin' me about the plants outside of class." Misty leaned in so that her mouth was just grazing the shell of Cordelia's ear. "Now it's time for me to take care of you," Misty whispered.
Cordelia shivered at Misty's words. She couldn't object.
Misty grabbed the backs of Cordelia's thighs and lifted her up into the table. Cordelia gasped at Misty's strength. That was so hot, she thought.
"Now," Misty husked, "Let's see how badly ya need me." She ran her fingers across Misty's underwear, finding them completely soaked. Cordelia whimpered at the contact.
"Hmm, I think yer body's tellin' ya somethin' too," Misty toyed with her. Cordelia could only nod her head.
"Hmm, if only I knew what it was." Misty couldn't keep the smirk off her face. Cordelia normally would have played along, would have toyed with Misty a little herself. But now all she could do was set her pride aside in order to get on with more pressing matters.
"Misty, please, take me," she panted out. "I need you so badly. Fuck me."
And that was all Misty needed. She tore Cordelia's underwear off and plunged two fingers into her soaking entrance, earning a loud groan. Misty immediately started pumping her fingers in and out at a quick pace. Cordelia dug her nails into Misty's bare back, clinging on for dear life.
Misty crashed their lips together and circled Cordelia's clit with her thumb.
"Oh my God Misty! Don't—Ugh—don't stop!" Misty sped up her motions and latched her lips onto Cordelia's neck, sucking and biting at her pulse point.
"Oh, Misty, I'm gonna—" she was cut off by a guttural moan. Misty slowed her motions, letting Cordelia ride out her orgasm. She laid her down on the table, and positioned herself beside her, both women on their backs. After a moment, Cordelia turned her head to look at Misty, who already had her eyes on Cordelia.
"Misty, that was incredible." Cordelia brought her hands up to cup Misty's cheeks, and kissed her. Misty knew she needed to say it now, while she had the courage.
"I love you Cordelia. So much."
Misty swore she had never seen a bigger smile on anyone. "I love you too. So much. And I love controlling-Misty." The two of them erupted in laughter, and stayed like that for the few hours left of the night.