Tumblr prompt: winter foxxay fic! misty's out working in the greenhouse and when the heater breaks (she's already started the potion, so she has to stay out there and continue)... when cordelia gets home and finds misty out there freezing her ass off, she brings misty back inside to ***warm her up*** ;D (smut?! please?!

Thanks for the prompt, I hope you enjoy. The smut isn't very smutty hahah.

Of Snow and Silk.

The greenhouse, with its many plants and wonders, was naturally quite a warm place to be. The atmosphere was generally quite welcoming- now even more so giving the persistent sound of Stevie Nicks. Her voice radiated around the life inside the greenhouse and also signalised the presence of one swamp witch. Misty Day.

Knotty blonde her and make-up lidded, bright blue eyes nicely complimented her porcelain complexion- her pale, white skin similar to the snow outside. The wind whistled against the frozen trees and Misty looked up momentarily from her potion. She witnessed the snow dash across the windows and a blanket of the frozen water keep everything in sight an unwilling hostage.

"Storm, terrible snow storm," she muttered to herself as she added eye of newt into the broth. She couldn't allow herself to be distracted. This brew was most certainly one of the most important concoctions she had ever produced. Well, was going to produce. It was just a mixture of ingredients at the moment.

Misty shivered in her shawl. Certainly, it was the most treasured piece of clothing she owned- after all, it related her even more so to Stevie. But along with a thin cotton dress, long knee socks and old, worn down boots- Misty wasn't exactly the warmest witch in the coven.

Misty noticed the raised goosebumps on her skin. She furrowed her brow angrily at the heater. It was doing a truly dreadful job. Although reluctant to leave her potion, Misty quickly stepped over to the radiator and placed a hand on its metal surface. Well shit. Ice cold. Misty mumbled desperate nonsense to herself whilst trying in vain to get the warm to re-enter the room. No such luck. Misty sighed- she had to get this potion finished. It had taken her too long already, she couldn't afford to start again once it got a little warmer. Wrapping her shawl tightly around her body, Misty got back to work, trying her best to fight out the ever growing coldness cast upon the greenhouse.

/

Cordelia struggled to push open the academy doors, shopping bags in hand and snow clinging onto her hair and clothes.

"Girls! I've gone grocery shopping, would anyone care to help?!" She shouted as the door closed behind her. "No, I didn't think so," she muttered to herself and she hauled the bags into the kitchen. She looked around and saw Delphine sat asleep on a wooden chair.

"Delphine!" Cordelia scolded. Delphine's eyes shot open, her mind had probably been plagued by a nightmare moments before.

"Yes ma'am, what can I do for you?"

"Please can you put the shopping away?" Cordelia ran a hand through her hair tiredly, melting the snow as her fingers brushed through it. "I'm going to check on the girls,"

"Yes ma'am,"

Walking out of the room, Cordelia strayed upstairs. It had become a habit for Cordelia to count how many girls were in the house, after all, they often decided to stray and kindly not tell her. She knocked on Queenie's door.

"Yeah, what do you want?" Came Queenie's reply. Charming.

"I was just wondering if you were okay... Where's Nan?"

"Visiting Luke,"

Of course. The unfortunate incident with the neighbours had left Nan constantly at the hospital. Cordelia nodded to herself before walking away. 2 down, 3 to go.

Cordelia knocked on Zoe and Maddison's door. She heard a quick scurrying and hushed voices, before Maddison slowly opened the door.

"Cordy, what can I do for you?" She asked, teasingly.

"I was just making sure you were all okay- where's Zoe..?" Cordelia tried to peak around the door before Maddison jumped in front of her sight. Not before she caught sight of ruffled blonde hair and a tall, masculine figure.

"Zoe's in there, she's busy. Is that all?" Maddison asked impatiently.

Cordelia nodded slowly "...yes. Thank you Maddison," she couldn't even finish her sentence before having a door slammed in her face. No matter, she would solve the mystery of the blonde haired boy at a later date.

Only one girl left to seek. Misty Day. Cordelia felt a natural smile dance across her face at the thought of the pretty swamp witch. She instantaneously knew of her whereabouts.

Making her way to the greenhouse, Cordelia's notice of the temperature drop grew. She wrapped her cardigan securely around her torso, Cordelia stepped onto the marble floor and into the plants. And into the Arctic.

It was freezing.

She slowly walked over to Misty, her bones felt like they were creaking and were ready to break under the pressure of the freezing air.

"Misty, what are you doing down here?! It's so so cold," Cordelia felt her teeth threatening to clatter against each other.

Misty was shivering and Cordelia swore her lips were tinted blue.

"P-potion," Misty motioned to the pot of ice blue liquid. "I c-couldn't just sssstop, miss Cordelia. I-I had to f-f-Finish,"

Cordelia smiled at Misty. "What is it?"

"For Maddison. I-I'm tryin' ta help her f-feel stuff. I don't know, she asked me ta help," misty explained.

"It must've taken her a lot of courage for her to do that Misty. But you can do it another time. I'll help you. Right now we need to get you warm; Maddison may not be able to feel the cold but surely you can?" Cordelia smiled.

Misty laughed. "I sure can m-miss Cordelia,"

"You can come up to my room if you want?" Cordelia felt a blush arising. But why? She only wanted for Misty to get warm again. Her room, after all, was the warmest in the house. It was just above the boiler. So why did she feel shy all of a sudden?

Misty nodded. "Sounds a-awesome,"

/

Misty looked in awe around the headmistress' room. It was a clone of other rooms in the house: pale walls, old age furniture and creaky floorboards. Yes somehow, it was so Cordelia. Maybe it wasthe sophisticated trinkets decorating the rooms, or the work splayed on her desk, or perhaps it was just because the rooms smelled beautifully of Cordelia.

The older blonde motioned to the bed. "You can get in, it's warmer than it looks, I promise,"

The Cajun looked at her, "what shall I do about my clothes? I don't really want to wear them in ya bed,"

"You can borrow some of my pyjama's if you'd like to?"

Misty blushed suddenly, "well, I'd feel more comfortable in my underwear, Ya know how I like less clothes. And yours look expensive... I wouldn't want ta ruin them-"

Cordelia smiled, "you can wear whatever you like Misty, I don't have a problem,"

Lie. The thought of Misty Day in her bed wearing nothing but her underwear caused Cordelia a very big problem. It sent her feelings crazy and she suddenly felt very hot, despite the snow building up outside.

Misty smiled "thank Ya miss Cordelia," she kicked off her boots and slipped off her socks, revealing long legs and slim calves. In contrast to the violence she showed her boots, Misty carefully lay her shawl over a chair and stroked it once, almost lovingly. Finally, her thin dress hit the floor, like it belonged on there all along.

Cordelia could not stop staring. Her body was better than she could've ever imagined. And boy, had she imagined it. Bra clad breasts perfectly milky. Long, endless legs were an ingredient to emphasise her perfect hour-glass figure. Taut stomach muscles rippled as she shivered, but not from the cold. Because she was so exposed. Cordelia was openly gazing at this woman who had spent so long hidden away from society. Misty was a girl who preferred to shy away from the spotlight than be centre stage. For Cordelia to look at her was disrespectful and the headmistress lowered her head.

"You can get in, it won't bite," Cordelia laughed quietly. She felt confused. She loved Hank. A man. Why was she having stronger feelings for this Cajun woman than she has ever had for her husband?

Misty smiled and practically jumped into Cordelia's bed. Instantly snuggling up into the silk sheets, Misty looked at Cordelia.

"Get in miss Cordelia, ya must be cold too," the swamp witch reasoned.

Cordelia considered the consequences of her getting into bed with the Cajun. On one hand, Misty was her student. On the other, Misty was right; she was cold. A higher reasoning also told her that getting closer to Misty was the real reason she chose to strip off her own clothes (it was only fair to Misty) and climb into bed.

The two blonde witches giggled loudly as they both fidgeted under the covers in effort to get warmer. Whoever went into the hug first was unknown. But so much skin on skin contact sent Cordelia's mind into overdrive. She wanted this woman. She needed this woman.

Before she could change her mind, Cordelia pressed her own lips against Misty's. She heard a gasp and was just about to pull back and utter an abundance of apologies, before she felt the swamp witch reciprocate her movements and in fact, deepen the kiss.

After a few moments they pulled apart, breathless.

"Misty-"

"No," Misty whispered. "I love ya miss Cordelia. I want you. Please,"

Cordelia's soul sighed happily as she went back for a passionate kiss. Slowly, her hands wandered down the Cajun's torso: down through the valley of her breasts and dancing across her stomach- muscles tensing and reacting beautifully to Cordelia's touch. Next, Cordelia felt Misty's hipbone, artistically cutting through her skin and sculptured her figure. Soon, she felt misty writhing.

"Please, miss Cordelia," she pleaded. Cordelia pecked kissed onto Misty's neck and her jutted collarbone as a lone hand wandered into Misty's pants and set to work.

Misty quickly finished her high and Cordelia retrieved her hand.

"I hope you're warm enough now," Cordelia smirked.

"Oh, I am,"