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Chapter 3: Overs

It was four days later on a Friday night. The house was quiet. Most students went to stay with their families. The ones remaining stayed in their rooms, already sleeping, watching movies on their laptops or reading. It was the night before Zoe Benson's birthday.

In that same house, in the biggest of all sleeping rooms, the supreme's room, Cordelia and Misty were making … well … love. They even did it the way both liked it most. One sitting on the others lap face to face, their legs wrapped around each other, bodies and hands moving in sync. But for some reason they just didn't have the same effect on each other as they once had. They reached a certain point at which both realized it wouldn't make any difference if they kept on or stopped right there. That was the moment when their eyes met. Both of them stopped in their motions, they slid out of each other. "I'm sorry." One of them would say and the other one would just shake her head slightly. There was a silent consensus about not talking about it.

They lay down beside each other. Cordelia snuggled up to Misty, using her chest as a pillow. Her fingertips met Misty's lazy playing with them. She looked at their hands, admiring every single inch of skin on Misty's hand with her eyes and soft touches of her fingertips. She felt the veins on the back of her hand. Cordelia always thought Misty's hands to look somehow strong but delicate at the same time. They were so neat although Cordelia knew that Misty never really put superior effort on manicure.

"What are you doing?" Misty quietly asked.

"Your hands are beautiful." Cordelia whispered.

Misty groaned quietly and shifted to lay her head more comfortable. She would never admit it to Cordelia, but somehow all these compliments made her feel uncomfortable in a way annoying even. She thought a while before she decided not to response. She felt a sudden tiredness subduing her body not only physical fatigue, she also was tired of all this, but she didn't want to think of it right now. Her hand went limp in Cordelia's. Her eyes fluttered shut.

"Misty, do you want to help me with those preparations for Zoe's birthday party tomorrow?"

Cordelia asked unaware of that Misty dozed off.

"Mh hm. Sure." Was the last thing Misty managed to hum.

Cordelia turned her body away from her and Misty immediately turned over onto her belly, her arms pushed under her pillow. Cordelia watched her sleep for a couple of minutes, before she herself closed her eyes.

oooOOOooo

They woke at about the same time. They looked at each other, eyes longing for something that was far gone, searching for a slight hint, a way out of this awkwardness but never finding what was once natural.

"We need to talk!" Cordelia said her voice shaking.

Misty nodded.

"I know you feel this heaviness upon us as well."

Misty nodded again. She felt tears burning in her eyes. Somehow it was a relief. Both of them knew that this moment was inevitable to come. They pretended for too long that it was not.

Cordelia bit her bottom lip to fight the lump in her throat. It was breaking her heart to see Misty like this, but she felt sorry for herself as well.

"We should take a break of each other for a while." She finally said her voice husky. And her words made it impossible for Misty to fight her tears any longer. She swallowed twice, cleared her throat and tried to speak.

"I…" Was all she could say, but her lungs were empty and aching from the vacuum. She just nodded instead, to confirm what the other woman just said. She felt her cold hand on her neck, making her look at her.

"Give us some time apart and then I'll come and get my woman back, okay?" Cordelia mustered up a smile

oooOOOooo

Misty stood next to Cordelia when Zoe blew out the candles on her cake just because she was used to it. Everyone in the room expected them to stand together so they decided to pretend being okay for this night at least. From time to time they even checked on each other asking a whispered "You're okay?", and okay they were, more than the night before. There was this moment when Cordelia came to Misty and said: "I give these two ladies a ride home, just so you know." Misty nodded towards her and got herself another glass of wine before she joined the party again, watching Zoe and some of her guests playing blind man's bluff. She smiled at the scene and leaned back against the wall.

"Hey, beautiful!" he greeted her.

Misty was obviously surprised but pleased to see him. They hugged.

"Hey yourself." She said. "I didn't know you were here."

"I just arrived." Jonas answered. "We had a gig in town, so…" he trailed off.

And there it was again, this allure between them. Misty felt her cheeks blush, the effect doubled by the alcohol she already consumed that night. She felt his stare on her as he stood beside her, their shoulders touching. They were silent for a couple of minutes, their arms between them close to each other but their hands never daring to touch.

"Don't you want to introduce me to your girlfriend?" he said and turned to stand in front of Misty and she just shook her head slightly.

"She's not here." She breathed and took his hand.

oooOOOooo

The door to one of the upstairs bathrooms closed behind them and Misty felt pressed against the wall by his solid body right after. His kiss was fierce and he smelled of a mixture of leather, smoke spearmint chewing gum and again that perfume. She was dizzy for the lack of oxygen his hot-blooded kiss caused. She gently pushed her hands against his chest, her lips leaving his. She felt his stubble grazing the skin of her cheek and neck and she liked it. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders and kicked off her boots at the same time. His strong hands were clutching at her breasts, causing Misty to moan into his neck. Their hands were shaking while their opened each other's belts and pants buttons. Misty felt Jonas' hot hands pushing her jeans down her thighs and after she kicked them off, she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. His blue eyes checked on her matching ones. "You're okay?" he breathed and Misty nodded slightly before she was overwhelmed by the sensation of him entering her.

It was forceful and it was quick and when both of them climaxed after not more than two minutes later, Misty felt not satisfied in any way. She stood back on her legs, slowly letting go of his shoulders. When she opened her eyes again, he looked at her.

"I told you to stay in heaven. Why didn't you?"

ooOOOooo

Misty left the supreme's bathroom three hours later. She took a long shower as if she could wash away what happened, as if the hot water would have a magic effect on her, as if its heat could make it undone. She saw Cordelia sitting on the edge of the bed they were about to share for one last night. The older woman held the white blouse in her hand, which Misty had thrown on the sheets a couple of minutes ago. Cordelia smiled at her awkwardly. Misty walked around the bed. Sat down on it, so both women sat back to back. She put one some woolen socks and her pajama.

"You want me to have that washed for you?"

Misty didn't turn around when she shrugged. She needed a minute to realize that there was a slight quiver in Cordelia's voice. Misty heard her getting up from bed and her steps approaching her. She finally looked up, when the room became silent again. She saw Cordelia standing in the middle of the room, still holding her blouse in her hand. Misty stood up to be taller than the other woman. She caught sight of tears on Cordelia's face. The younger woman slightly shook her head and looked at the other one quizzically. Finally Cordelia spoke.

"How come that there's this … eau pour homme on your clothes?"

And that was the moment, Misty realized, that Cordelia touched the cloth, she knew what happened, as if she would have read her diary. A sudden heat rushed through Misty's body. She stood frozen with mouth agape.

"Answer me!" Cordelia yelled at her. Misty started at the unfamiliar volume of Cordelia's voice. Misty approached her, reaching out her arms to touch Cordelia's shoulders.

"No, Cordelia, please, jus' lemme explain!" But Cordelia backed out. She threw the piece of clothes towards Misty, who just let it slip on the floor. She tried it again, this time she was moving faster, but when she touched Cordelia's shoulders, the other woman's hand hit her face. Misty felt her right temple make contact to the floor and she knew immediately, that there would be a bruise. She got on her knees and watched a drop of red liquid falling on the floor. She tasted blood and licked her bottom lip, her tongue grazing the cut there. She wiped her mouth carefully and pressed her palm, covered by her sleeve on the wound to stop the bleeding. She looked up, her vision blurry, but she could see Cordelia crying and shaking her head. When she stood up she felt Cordelia's hands again hitting her chest and shoulders. Misty managed to grab Cordelia's hands after a few more attacks and forced her to look at her.

"Stop it!" She had to yell several times before she finally felt Cordelia's hands get limp in her grip. Cordelia fell down on her knees, bringing Misty with her. Both women burst into a flood of tears. They cried for what seemed an eternity before Cordelia tried to hit Misty again, full of anger, sadness, disappointment and…..love. But her hits were weak, so Misty easily managed to hold Cordelia's hands in hers. She looked at the older woman and licked her bleeding lip again tasting salt and blood. She shook her head.

"There's nothing I could say to make up for it." She whispered.

"Leave then!" Cordelia said and shook of her hands.

She remained kneeled on the floor and didn't look up, when Misty got dressed, grabbed her bag and left the room.

oooOOOooo

"Bywater, please!" Misty told the taxidriver and slumped down on the backseat. Her lip had stopped bleeding and she didn't dare to lick it again. She wasn't sure whether she should see a doctor or use her magic when she was at home but she was much too tired and worn out to do it right. She looked out of the car's window when she heard the taxi driver speak. He obviously looked at her through the rare view mirror.

"You should report this to the police, Lady!" he said gesturing towards his own bottom lip.

Misty chuckled quietly and looked down on her hands.

"Naah.. it was my own fault."

"That's what they all say, Lady." he said and turned around to look at his passenger.

Misty nodded quietly. She could as well play that game.

"So, you want me to…"

"Just…Bywater, please!" Misty said again, and the driver was silent for the rest of the ride.

When Misty paid the driver, he handed her a calling card together with her change and held her hand for longer than necessary.

"Get rid of him before it's too late, lady."

Misty looked down on the card.

"Anonymous victims of spousal abuse." It read.

Misty nodded and the taxi drove off. She thought of his words while she entered the apartment building. It was in quite another way, but yes, she should get rid of him, although it was already too late. She slowly walked up the stairs, fumbling for the keys in her bag and when she arrived at her apartment she unlocked the door, she was finally what she didn't want to be anymore.

Alone.