Exactly two weeks had come and gone since Cordelia had taken the lovely Cajun ice-skating, and whatever it was that they had between them blossomed in all its entirety, so much that they had been caught hand in hand running from the rain with laughter surrounding them. They had been spotted (By a stalker-mode Madison) curled together on a park bench with ice creams three days later; Misty with a scoop of chocolate and Cordelia with her strawberry. And they had even been discovered making simple lunches together, the older woman cutting the crusts off her sandwiches and the Cajun accurately cutting a bagel in half… Zoe had been the one to bounce in on that.
"Dee! Are ya listening' ta the news?" Misty inquired as she strolled straight into the womans apartment as she had been doing more and more frequently for more and more various reasons.
The Cajun glanced around her girlfriend's apartment, expecting her to be sitting on the couch, or cooking food, but everything was silent apart from the stubborn buzz of the central heating, making itself known. "Cordelia?"
Her girlfriends' apartment was immaculate and tidy, as if it was ever anything less, the counter tops were glistening and shiny and there wasn't even a bookmark out of place. Misty smiled softly to herself at the slight smell of pine polish... God this woman was organised and tidy.
The wild blonde searched the rooms, standing confused in the doorway of her bedroom whilst she stared at Cordelia's made bed... The Cajun knew she wasn't at work, she had memorised the woman's weekly shifts, and her dark eyed lover was supposed to go in that night, not that morning.
Misty Day heaved a hefty breath, sticking her head around the bathroom door.
"Holy Cow, ya in the shower!" the younger blonde exclaimed startled, fumbling over herself to turn around and respect the other woman's privacy, even bringing up her hand to shield her eyes. Misty's cheeks grew incredibly warm.
"I'll be out in a minute" Cordelia giggled, biting gently at her lip. The Cajuns intrusion had startled the dark-eyed beauty, and although her modesty had been shielded by the thickly steamed glass, she blushed mightily after assuring the girl it was all okay.
Misty sat nervously on what was now practically labelled 'her side' of the couch, chewing anxiously on a Haribo as she waited for her girlfriend to finish in the shower. Although they had often crept into one bed or another together on alternate nights, the wild haired girl had never seen the woman naked, nor had Cordelia seen her.
She was overthinking as usual, as she bit into a cola bottle, completely oblivious to the fact that the water had stopped running and that the object of her affections was watching her from the doorway, clad in a fluffy, white towel that wrapped around her frame comfortably.
Cordelia often stole glances of her younger lover when she wasn't looking… well, perhaps a lot more than 'often'. She frequently found her gaze lingering on the gypsy when the girl was watering and talking to the potted plants that lined almost every windowsill in the shorter blonde's apartment. The way she showered the flora with positivity and encouragement, almost affectionate over each bud as blue eyes lit up in wonder with every flower.
Misty looked beyond happy.
And Cordelia knew that one day… one day, she was going to give her pure lover a beautiful garden.
Miss Goode sneaked quietly over to where the girl was lounging on the couch, almost tense. Blonde curls fell in front of her shoulders, hanging by her cheeks, almost curtaining that pretty face. Cordelia threw her arms around the Cajun, delighting in the high-pitched squeal that she coaxed from her lips as she trapped her girlfriend in an inevitable embrace.
"Awe Dee! Ya gettin' me all wet," Misty whined with a pout, craning her head to catch a glimpse of the older woman while she still had a yellow gummy bear caught between two rows of pearly-white teeth. "Nice towel," the girl smirked playfully, entirely earning the nudge that she received in response.
"Thank you, pure cotton, suits me don't you think?" Cordelia teased, coming into view almost modelling the towel that she wore dress-like around her damp body and her long, blonde hair several shades darker from the water.
"Killer," the Cajun laughed brightly, holding out a Haribo heart that the other woman promptly accepted as she sat down beside her.
"So," Cordelia began, stealing another sweet after sidling up to her girlfriend. "Was there something you needed?" she finally finished, glancing up to her wide-eyed wonder.
"I was listenin' ta the Radio… there's gonna be a heatwave tonight," Misty recalled from memory, as if it were a vital piece of information that she dared not forget. The older blonde couldn't help but chuckle softly, smiling up at the girl she loved so dearly. "Hey, quit laughin' at me!" she implored playfully with a betraying grin of amusement.
Cordelia shook her head gently. "You waltzed in on my shower to tell me about the weather? And here I was thinking that you'd missed me." She teased, instantly hushing the girls attempted protests with a warm bubble of laughter.
"Well, weather's important an' I thought ya ought ta know," she excused feebly before rushing to fix the muddled situation. "I missed ya!" Misty smiled in a hope of redeeming their circumstance, tucking a lock of wet blonde hair behind the woman's ear affectionately.
"You just came for the pancakes, didn't you?" Cordelia playfully narrowed her eyes as if she had just figured out Misty's big secret, laughing sweetly as her hand sought out the Cajun's, comfortable only when their palms were joined together.
"Yeah babe, I'm jus' here for the pancakes," she teased with a splitting smile, glancing down to their joined hands and in a swift motion, she was sliding a Haribo ring on to Cordelia's finger and pressing a loving kiss to her forehead.
Misty was staring at her bedroom ceiling with sincere focus as if she was trying to decipher some hidden message in the several cracks where the paint was peeling slowly away... But the only message the ceiling conveyed to the Cajun was that her apartment was old and needed a new paint job.
The heatwave kicked in around an hour ago and the curly haired blonde was suffering, laying on top of her bed covers in just a pair of navy blue shorts and a grey sports bra, officially giving up on clothing. She had been tempted to run a nice cold shower, but the hike to her bathroom would probably cause a sweat in this scorching, desert-like climate.
It wasn't exactly late, (half past nine to be exact) and Misty was laying on her bed, bored and melting as she finally replied to one of the texts that she had been ignoring from Madison. She pulled up Cordelia's contact, smiling at the picture she had linked. Cordelia was sat in her bed with the covers around her waist and a book held up in front of her, although there was a teasing smirk her lips as she glanced over the top of the pages wearing her reading glasses. She loved that picture. Her wallpaper was her favourite though... The Cajun had been taking a selfie when the older woman came up behind her, wrapped her arms tight around the girls' waist and pressed a kiss to her cheek just as she had snapped the photo.
She loved every picture of her girlfriend.
And that's what have her the new idea.
Cordelia could barely manage to read the words on the papers that were arranged in front of her, finding she hadn't taken in any information and groaned when she was forced to reread the whole page again due to her mind being elsewhere. She was too distracted to work and she was positive that she could actually feel the temperature gradually rising like Misty had said it would, and the heat was causing a layer of thick fatigue to rest upon the woman. So it came as a welcome surprise when her phone beeped with a new notification.
Cordelia had blatantly refused to put it on silent after the missed calls when Misty had needed her, back then the nightclub. Of course she was protective over the girl, but there was no way on earth she would ever make the same mistake twice.
The sweet blonde cast a quick, tentative glance across the room before picking up her phone and unlocking it. Misty Day sent you a friend request on Facebook. Cordelia fought a little giggle before accepting, hesitantly placing it down so she could continue trying to read, an attempt that was thwarted, proving her plan a futile one by her phone beeping obnoxiously again.
She hadn't really given a thought to Misty having Facebook... Not that she really needed to, after all, they spent every other minute of the day glued at the hips, and it wasn't as if she was on the app often between work and her time with her little Cajun trouble.
Her phone alerted her once again and Cordelia struggled to keep on top of her sudden swarm of notifications, the thing was beeping again and again and again, so much that she was forced to turn the volume down.
Misty Day likes your photo over and over again.
Cordelia wasn't going to lie, she loved Stevie… the woman came around on occasions close to Christmas or whenever she was in the area; and as a girl, Cordelia watched in fascination as the famous family friend would play on their piano, or create a new song with several words that the girl herself got to choose. She adored her songs, all of them, but this one was starting to get right on her nerves.
Cordelia buried her head into a pillow the next morning, in an attempt to muffle the chorus of Landslide filtering through the single wall that parted her and Miss Day, presumably the Cajun's alarm blaring frustratingly and the older woman waited for Misty to turn it off. She kept waiting.
Still Stevie kept on singing and she groaned sitting up in her bed, wishing that she had chosen to slip into the younger girls apartment after work last night so at least she could turn off her alarm. The only reason that Cordelia was in her own bed was due to the fact that she finished work at half eleven, and even though there was a possibility that Misty was awake, there was still the heatwave, and Cordelia doubted that she could survive a night of scorching cuddling.
"Misty turn your alarm off," The older blonde slammed the side of her fist against the wall sleepily as she half moaned her words, but Stevie was still playing. With a sharp huff, Cordelia threw back the single blanket that had kept her cool that night and stormed out of her apartment and straight into Misty's.
They never locked their doors anymore while they were inside the flats, knowing that at some time sooner or later, the other would randomly burst in with a random excuse or question and subtly draw out a conversation so that a short visit turned into a prolonged amount of time together.
"Misty!" Cordelia called, slamming the front door as she pushed her hair behind her shoulders, strolling into the girls' room and stood a moment in disbelief. How was she not awake? It was probable that she had spent most the night stalking her lover and reacting to every selfie that she had found on Facebook.
The Cajun was laid on her back, golden curls splayed lavishly across the pillow with the blanket covering her whole body save for an arm that curled around a cushion. She was peaceful and angelic as always, but a still sleepy Cordelia wasn't putting up with her alarm any longer. Rummaging for the girls' phone, the older woman searched her table, the floor, and under Misty's pillow.
"Jesus, wake up!" the shorter blonde demanded, ripping the covers off of her girlfriend to continue her search for that ringtone.
Misty woke up alright.
A slight yelp escaped her lips as the cool air of her room hit her fully exposed nude body, and Cordelia stood in front of her, holding the blankets and in what appeared to be an entire state of shock.
"M-miss Cordelia…" the Cajun stuttered, now fully awake and crossing her arms in front of her chest whilst pressing her thighs close together. Her blue eyes were wider than ever and glazed over in sweet alarm. Her mouth hung open slightly as if she was on the verge of speaking, but still didn't know what to say.
The chilled contrast after staying under a toasty, warm blanket showered goosebumps across her bare chest where her heart was visibly thudding in heavy, racing beats.
Cordelia was trying hard not to stare, honest she was, but the shock of finding her girlfriend sprawled naked was a welcome one, and although the two were embarrassed out of words, she couldn't help but find the Cajun beautiful. "I'm sorry, baby," the older woman promised, finally averting her gaze as she caught her bottom lip between her teeth.
Misty nervously found her phone, and turned off the alarm, giggling slightly as she took the blanket from her lover. "Hey, it's okay… I guess ya were bound ta see me sooner or later," it was merely a whisper, her cheeks wonderfully pink as she found the woman's gaze again, smirking softly.
"Babe… you look absolutely gorgeous," Cordelia announced candidly, sitting by her side and wrapped her arms around the girl and her duvet. Misty snuggled into her embrace lovingly, finally steadying her wild heartbeat.
"M'sorry for wakin' ya… wanna go back ta sleep with me?" The Cajun offered, receiving an incredulous glance from her girlfriend that made her laugh softly. "I'll put my shorts back on, they're on the floor," Cordelia giggled, handing the girl her shorts, pulling them up her long legs before she immediately pulled the older woman close and under the duvet with her.
Cordelia was in love with the feeling of Misty's bare chest, as she cuddled into the taller girl, her nose buried sweetly in the crook of her neck, and her fingertips tracing out delicate patterns upon the smooth pale skin of her collarbone before dipping slightly lower.
"I love you, Misty," she whispered softly, earning a bright grin from the Cajun.
"I love ya too, Miss Cordelia,"
When Cordelia woke up again it was twenty minutes to ten, and she was still cuddled tightly into her half-naked girlfriend, or more accurately, Misty was cuddling desperately into her.
There was no route of escape, she was trapped in those strong protective arms she loved, and even one of her long, slender legs was wrapped around her. Cordelia didn't mind, Misty was beautiful, and she was warm, and the older woman was prepared to stay there forever…
Okay that last one was a lie; she ached slightly and her legs were stiff, in definite need of a stretch. Cordelia couldn't help but giggle slightly as she brushed her lips against Misty's nose, watching her twitch slightly and wriggle her nose in response.
The older woman tried to pull slowly away, but Misty had other ideas, tightening her hold and pressing her closer into her body. Cordelia felt her heart skip a beat. She was now chest to chest with the girl and only a thin layer of material parting them from having full skin contact. "Misty," she protested slightly, though a soft chuckle left her lips when the Cajun just held her tighter.
Cordelia struggled slightly, rolling over the girl to escape her clutches, but rather awkwardly, she had just managed to just get on top of her girlfriend. "Come on, let me go," the woman chuckled gently, a sweet genuine laughter that was cut short by a gasp and a loose moan as Misty softly grabbed the older womans hips and slowly grinded against her.
The action was surprising but not unwelcomed, and she momentarily forgot about trying to go anywhere. "Ya don' really want ta leave me, do ya Dee?" The Cajun inquired, finally looking at her whilst yet again gyrating her hips up against the older womans.
Cordelia let her head tilt back lightly, her efforts on moving ceased before she shook her head, dark eyes flickering to the knowing smirk that painted the wild blonde's lips… well two could play at this game, and without warning, Cordelia grinded her hips down into Misty's, smugly grinning when a soft whine left her lips.
"You think I'm going to leave? To let you have the satisfaction of turning me on and not doing anything about it?" Cordelia teased, leaning forward to capture the girls lips in a rough yet needy kiss that the wild blonde immediately reciprocated.
Misty's lithe fingers worked on the buttons of the older womans sleep shirt, slipping the grey silk down her flawless arms and to a puddle on her floor. Goode's sweet moan was easily muffled by the kiss, the kiss that intensified when the matching pants followed, leaving a trail of silk as evidence.
The Cajun broke their kiss to glance up at her girlfriend, blue eyes clouded with lust and adoration as she browsed over every curve, after all… she had to praise such a beautiful body.
"I swear Misty if you don't finish what you started-" the curly-haired blonde quickly cut off the mock threat with another kiss, fiercer than the last, her tongue slipping between the others lips, swallowing a soft moan at the intensity.
"I jus' wanted ta stare at how goddamn beautiful ya are," the girl explained with a genuine smile, not waiting for an answer before attaching her lips to Cordelia's neck, trailing her way to the womans collar bone. She rolled them over, delighting in the surprised squeak that left the shorter woman, who stared up at her with wide eyes as Misty began kissing down her flat, tanned stomach. "C-can I?" the Cajun asked with a soft bite to her lower lip, needing confirmation to finally have Cordelia in a way she had only dreamed of.
"Please, Mist," The shorter blonde nodded, letting her eyes drift close at the pleasant sensations of the open-mouthed kisses that lined her abdomen sweetly. Misty's strong yet gentle hands framed Cordelia's thighs, and the older woman was quick to oblige, spread wider for her lovers attention as a soft whine coaxed from her lips assuring the girl it was all okay.
Misty's tongue darted out again, curling around Cordelia's stiffened clit, briefly sucking hard and then gently letting her tongue circle the nub until loader moans spilled out above her. The Cajun dragged her tongue along the womans wet slit, tasting more of her, teasing her, moving down until Cordelia's arousal gathered on the girls' lips.
The older woman forgot how to breath for a moment, all hitched at the back of her throat as her fists curled in the bed sheets. The last time anyone had had her this way… no, she didn't want to think of that, not then, not ever. But she was easily distracted as another moan soothed her throat at the skilful ministrations of the younger blonde whose tongue was gliding against her drenched, heated walls.
"O-oh Misty," the woman managed to let out, her long digits finding grip in the Cajuns honeycomb curls.
Misty couldn't help but smile at the way her name sounded from her lover's lust-drenched lips, her tongue returning to sucking with alternate force on Cordelia's clit, causing her back to arch from the bed. The girl's fingers teased at her entrance softly before, just the tips massaging at her wetness and causing a guttural moan to ascend from her lover. "Misty, please!" she begged, breathless pants of wanton desire falling from her lips.
With no need for further encouragement, Misty slid two fingers into her girlfriend, glancing up at the sudden gasp, making sure she didn't hurt her. The Cajun began softly thrusting her long fingers inside of her, making the older woman shiver in delighted pleasure and buck her hips slightly to meet the pace of her hand.
Misty's tongue danced circles around the woman's throbbing clit, rubbing hard, fierce, tight circles and she's rewarded with louder moans as she slid both digits deeper into her wet pulsating centre, thrusting her fingers in and out, quicker as her girlfriend needed it.
With every deep movement of her lovers lithe digits, the older blonde moved against her, pushing down the length of her fingers. Cordelia couldn't think coherently, clouded by the haze of pleasure that the Cajun was creating with her wonderfully hot mouth and long digits. The electrifying ministrations physically jolted her and a loud moan tore from her chest as her walls clenched around Misty's fingers. She felt a tremendous build up and the shorter blonde writhed desperately.
Suckling on her girlfriend's clit roughly, Misty sped the pace of her fingers that thrust into the older woman. She could feel the tightening of Cordelia's walls around her digits, and she adored it, wanting her dark-eyed beauty to know pleasure, and know it was from her.
Misty could feel her climax coming in with waves and her grin widened in satisfaction and dire pleasure as she plunged her fingers rhythmically into the older woman, the pulsations pounding harder for release.
"Let go for me Delia," the wild blonde encouraged, before letting her tongue flicker rapidly across her clit. Cordelia's already tight pussy clamped down on her fingers with impressive strength, her gorgeous body shook hard in response, losing all control as a powerful orgasm ripped through her and her hot fluids gushed from deep inside her, soaking Misty's hand. Her fingers worked slower, bringing the woman down gracefully from her high as she leant forward to breathlessly kiss her girlfriend.
They laid like that a moment, Misty's hand still cupping Cordelia's sensitive sex as she pressed soft kisses to her face whilst the woman giggled, catching her breath.
"Damn, Misty Day you blow me away," she admitted when she was finally able to construct a sentence, and captured the Cajun's lips with her own, her arms wrapping around the girls' waist to hold her close. "Have you done that before?" she inquired glancing up to those captivating blue eyes.
"Only with m'self," Misty admitted with a deep blush, her fingers running softly through sleek blonde tresses as the older woman smirked at her in response.
"Naughty, sweetheart… Now kiss me again before I fuck you senseless, okay?" The wild-haired blonde giggled softly before obeying.