WARNING: Please keep in mind that these are not healthy relationships, and that neither I or Grace condone them as such. Please do not read if you're not comfortable with emotional abuse, polyamorous relationships, or kinda threesom-y instances.

Headcanoned with and beta-ed by Grace

(Smut included in this chapter)

"Can I ask ya somethin'?"

"I'm sure that even if I said no, you'd still ask. So go ahead."

"Does she," Misty paused and took a few seconds to look away, biting on her lower lip. "Does she let ya touch her?"

Madison laughed lightly, almost bitterly as she continued playing with the ends of her hair. "You're stuck there, aren't you?" She paused. "It takes a little while for her to warm up. Give it time."

The wild blonde sighed lightly, though it was as bitter as the girl's laugh had been. The actress glanced over at her, the coffee table in between them, but she didn't add anything. She'd learned to let Misty come to her own conclusions. Even if sometimes it took a little while.

"How long?"

"How long have I been here?" The dirty blonde muttered back. "It takes a little time, I told you."

Misty let out a sharp breath. "I'm ready, Maddie."

"You think you are. But you're not." The girl looked up into shimmering blue-green eyes. "She's more demanding than you'd ever think possible of a woman who puts up such a front to others." She looked away, her voice falling into a whisper. "She takes a little more of you every time she lets you have her."

OOOoooOOO

Madison's words were hanging heavy in the air, though only Misty could hear them, fashion them into something they weren't. It'd only been a day and already she was dreading the wait. She knew she was fidgeting, touching everything she could and endlessly shifting and changing between which leg to cross over the other. She glanced sideways.

Cordelia was sitting on the other end of the couch, fingers playing with the ends of her hair as she flipped between channels, and hadn't even noticed. She was clicking her tongue evenly when she passed something she didn't like, a habit she'd taken from watching television with Madison, unable to sit through an entire program off of MTV. She finally settled on a cooking show and leaned forward to put the remote control back on the coffee table before sitting back, flush against of the sofa.

But after a few minutes, the Supreme sighed heavily. She turned to Misty, black eyes hazy. "You're thinking again."

The swamp witch scowled lightly. "It happens."

"I mean, you're thinking loudly. I can't hear this fascinating talk about fresh pasta with you yapping away. What is it?"

Misty burrowed into the couch, shoulders raising up to her ears. "Nothin'. It's fine."

She'd never been more thankful for the woman's scrambled clairvoyant abilities. It was like a badly tuned radio to her. Garbled.

Cordelia nodded, unconvinced, her lips downturned in a grimace. She turned back to the television, but her fingers closed around Misty's wrist, and she didn't let go of her or her scowl.

It was only another heavily thought moment before the Supreme clicked her tongue and began to move. Misty tugged her back.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I-"

"I wasn't leaving." Cordelia snapped, but the kiss to her cheek was sickly sweet. She straddled the younger blonde, trailing kisses from her neck up to her mouth, biting a plump lip found there. She smiled as Misty's hands wandered up to hold her thighs. She began to nuzzle into the girl's neck as she intertwined her fingers with the ones on her hip, her free hand rubbing at the back of the swamp witch's throat, wrapped around her neck.

Misty moaned lightly as the Supreme's hips jutted into hers and she tilted her jaw up to kiss Cordelia, but the older blonde was looking away, almost behind her as her grip tightened.

And she moaned.

And Misty had heard that delicious sound before, but never like this. Her kisses were harsh against the Supreme, harsher than they usually were, and she pulled Cordelia even tighter against her, no air left between them as she left open mouthed embraces down her neck.

Cordelia began to hiss in her ear as she canted her center across the expanse of Misty's thigh, rubbing in deep, spurred on by the swamp witch's hands pulling her down and across her. She purred through her hiccups, fingers digging deep into Misty's neck. She broke away cleanly, throwing her head back as she let out a ragged gasp.

It was late, and Misty knew that the academy's population was up and tucked away in their rooms, but the younger blonde couldn't help but spare a look around as her fingers bruised the woman's backside. But she didn't dare stop as Cordelia continued to arch away from her, chest out and her breathing tight. Almost as if she could hear her troubled musings, the Supreme pulled her up to her mouth, kissing her quickly before she tugged Misty to her clothed breast. She let out a heavy sigh when the swamp witch bit into her shirt as hard as she could.

The Supreme's rhythm against Misty's thigh was off now, but she didn't seem to care much as she began to tremble in the necromancer's grip, fingers scratching into her scalp, tugging at her curls.

"Are ya-?"

"Yes!" Cordelia gasped out. "God yes, I'm so close!"

She hid into Misty's neck as she pushed a little harder, practically mewling. Blue-green eyes blinked heavily as black ones shut quickly, as they breathed each other in and out and as Cordelia whispered taunts in her ear, egging Misty on. The necromancer tightened her grip on her ass, her own hips jutting up.

Cordelia came shuddering, shoulders shaking as she tightened her grip on Misty. The wild blonde pulled away lightly to watch in awe as the Supreme's features twisted between relief and pleasure. She fell forward again and Misty held on tight to her, arms wrapping around her slim waist until she could feel her own hands on her opposite ribs.

The woman squirmed away after a few moments, and she angled down to press a languid kiss to Misty's lips before edging away. The girl's hands fell off her sides as she backed away a little more, close enough to quickly kiss her cheek, but she stood up straight and fixed her shirt.

She took one last, deep, breath before winking at Misty and walking away, hips swaying.

Misty stood to follow her, but she watched, eyes wide, as Cordelia transmutated out of sight, the chandelier above her shaking with the power waves.

OOOoooOOO

"Hmm, how'd you find me?" Cordelia arched back, smiling lightly as she pushed her ass out into Misty's front.

"So ya have been avoidin' me since last night." The girl growled, her hands traveling across the woman's ribs. She pulled her in tighter, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of her neck. "Maddie said ya were gone when she woke up. It wasn't hard to guess ya were down in the greenhouse."

The Supreme hummed lightly as she edged forward to rest her elbows on the countertop. Misty followed her forward. "You know you can't start and not finish, right?" She asked lightly. She pushed back again, and her smile grew into a grin when Misty's hips jutted into hers.

Misty'd snuck in almost silently and had molded herself to the Supreme's image, arms winding around her waist and tugging her to her. She'd taken the quick moment of surprise to kiss down the woman's spine, shown off by her shirt's low cut back. She'd enjoyed the way Cordelia had shivered in her arms the night before, and she couldn't get over it now.

Cordelia's silky voice pulled her out of her reverie. "Misty?"

"Yeah."

"Don't turn me on and walk away."

"Is that the hint of a threat in your voice?" The wild blonde paused. "I'm turnin' ya on?"

"Mist."

"I mean, you'd, ah, you'd let me? Touch ya?"

Cordelia turned in her arms and smiled before leaning up and kissing her lips. "You know what to do, don't you? You've watched and learned long enough." She let out a little laugh as Misty groaned at the thought. "And you seem so eager." The woman added, glancing down at the girl's errant hand against her breast. Misty blushed and she began to pull away, but Cordelia's fingers held her there as she cooed. "No, come on, Misty. This is your chance to finally, properly, do what you want to do." She craned her neck up to whisper in the younger blonde's ear. "Me."

The wild blonde's fingers raked down the woman's spine. "Okay, yeah, I can do this."

"Of course you can." The Supreme breathed out, watching as Misty's hands fumbled with the clasp on her belt.

The necromancer gave up rather quickly, instead focusing on nipping across her protruding collarbone and letting her fingers dip down to run across the expense of the woman's thighs. Cordelia's breath hitched as did her skirt, and she fell back onto her heels when Misty pulled her down to tower above her, in both height and position. She began to grin, her eyes slipping shut, as Misty began to awkwardly bunch her skirt up to her waist, but she cracked one open.

The wild blonde'd paused, forehead against her chest, fingers tight against the insides of her tight clad thighs. "Misty?" She asked quietly. She let her hand venture into the girl's hair. "What's wrong?"

"Nothin's wrong." The girl sighed. "I just, this feels almost too fast. When I know it's not."

"It's not."

"I know." Misty repeated. She sighed again. "I kinda wanted to make love to ya, like, in your room. Traditional. Or somethin'." She admitted.

Cordelia placed her fingers on her jaw and angled her head up to look into her eyes. Misty'd fallen beneath her again, crouching so low she had to crane her neck up to look at the Supreme. "Where we make love doesn't change how we make love."

Madison uses the word fuck.

Misty nodded tightly, her knuckles white as she held onto the counter.

"I'll understand if you're not ready just yet." Cordelia murmured, tucking a strand of wild hair behind the girl's ear. "But if you walk away now, the chance won't come back anytime soon."

"I'm just nervous."

"Girls always are their first time."

Misty ignored her quip as she kissed at ivory skin beneath her lips. Cordelia sighed lightly, scratching at her neck as her head fell back between her shoulder blades.

The necromancer took her time with her belt, choosing instead to undo it and lay it on the wooden tops almost reverently, tucked around itself. She kissed the Supreme languidly as her fingers traveled beneath the woman's waistband. She finally pulled it down, tights included, and gasped lightly, her forehead falling again.

She laughed lightly, nervously. "No panties."

"Madison hates them, they get in the way." Cordelia answered.

"Ya never-?"

"Not usually."

Misty trembled lightly at the thought, her fingers falling a little farther. "I should probably thank her."

"Probably."

Misty rose up a little to nuzzle into the Supreme's neck, tongue trailing down the muscles found there. Her hand rose between Cordelia's legs until she cupped her warmth. They sighed simultaneously, one in relief and the other in want.

Cordelia hissed out when Misty's fingertips began to rub back and forth against her clit, and she wrapped her arms around the girl's neck, pulling her closer. "That's it, just like that."

Misty's blue-green eyes were wide. "Yeah?"

The Supreme nodded as she bit into her lower lip. She jerked her hips forward, her eyes closing when Misty pushed into her a little farther. The necromancer took a slow breath before pushing her middle finger into the older blonde. Cordelia seemed to melt at her fingertips.

"God, you're so tight."

The Supreme laughed lightly. "And you feel really good." She paused to take a deep breath. "The rings are a nice touch."

"Oh, I forgot-"

"Keep going."

Misty blushed but she continued and added a second finger, knuckle deep in the older blonde. She curled them on the way out, like she knew she personally liked, and Cordelia didn't seem to mind. She wrapped her arm around the Supreme's waist, holding her close to her as she began pumping in and out faster, drinking in the woman's moans. She faltered as Cordelia began whispering in her ear.

"Your fingers are so long." She murmured. "And you're making me so wet."

Misty gritted her teeth in response. She circled the pad of her thumb around the Supreme's clit, her shapes and pressure tight around the little bundle of nerves, and she tightened her grip on Cordelia as her hips bucked at the touches. A vulgar moan tore out of her throat and Misty echoed it, burying her head in her neck.

The swamp witch pushed a little harder, a little quicker, and Cordelia's panting picked up as she slammed the palm of her hand down on the flat surface behind them, trying to anchor herself as she blinked rapidly, turning her head just enough to lick up the shell of Misty's ear. At that, Misty entered her with a third finger, slamming deep.

She hadn't expected it, not since Madison always boasted of the 'hours of fun' they had, but Cordelia suddenly came, shaking violently in her arms and twisting out of Misty's grip. She tried not to yell, her nails digging into the necromancer's shoulders. Misty went to remove her hand from between her legs but Cordelia grabbed her wrist and she brought the swamp witch's fingers to her mouth, licking at her and her own cum. The wild blonde shuddered against her, the woman's tongue hitting a nerve between her middle and ring finger.

"I'd forgotten how I tasted." Cordelia admitted to her, breathing heavily. "I'm usually mixed with Madison." She hiccuped as her body jerked. "God, you're either really good or I've turned back into a sixteen year old girl, creaming her panties at the mere mention of sex."

"You're not wearin' any."

Cordelia let her head fall forward onto Misty's collarbone as Misty took her hand back and tried to lick up what was left, but the older blonde had been thorough and she was only getting a faint taste.

The Supreme let out a small whimper as the swamp witch picked her up gently, hands on the back of her thighs, and lifted her up onto the edge of the counter. Misty ignored her grimace and her hooded gaze and parted her thighs a little harshly. She was determined to taste her. She dipped her head down as her fingers scratched at thin ribs.

It was better than she'd thought it'd be.