Foxxay Fanfiction - Rocky Road

Anon asked: Pre-relationship Foxxay Prompt. Misty shows the swamp to Cordelia, they have a friendly picnic but it starts to rain so they shelter in Misty's hut and things happen.

Rated K

I've got smut coming, so I didn't go too far with this one! Enjoy :)

Misty Day pulled Cordelia by the arm through the brush, and the Supreme couldn't help but think that her limb was about to be wrenched out of its socket if the swamp witch tugged any harder.

"Okay, okay, careful please." The older witch begged, struggling to keep up with the excited blonde in front of her. She wanted so desperately to grab onto something for balance, but her other hand was busy with the picnic basket the two had prepared the night before. She was just waiting for a branch to trip her. A branch, a log, a damned alligator.

They ended in a clearing by the river, and Cordelia couldn't help but smile at the view, despite the mud on her shoes and the sweat she'd built up. "This place is wonderful, Misty."

"Isn't it?" Misty nodded feverishly. She began to twirl, her shawl flying behind her. Her attention span didn't last long, or maybe the Stevie Nicks song in her head didn't, because she was pulling Cordelia again a few seconds later. "Look, my garden!"

Misty bent down to examine a few of her plants lovingly, Cordelia watching from above.

The older woman really did like the swamp, she wasn't lying. It was pretty and untouched by man (excluding Misty's shack), but she just couldn't quite get the bugs. She didn't like insects, never had. She was a city girl. She tried very hard not to flail around, worried that she'd upset the swamp witch if she did, but found it extremely tedious as a gnat tried to find its way up her nose. But she didn't want to disappoint the young girl, she cared too much about the frizzy blonde for that. She quietly tried to brush it away with her fingers.

As Misty looked up, Cordelia plastered a smile on her face, and her arm dropped to her side.

"Ya okay?" The cajun queen asked, grinning.

"I'm great. Thank you." Cordelia smiled back.

Misty nodded, and pulled at the blanket underneath the Supreme's arm. She placed it on the ground, a few feet from her plants, and went to find rocks to keep it from lifting in the gentle wind. Cordelia set down the picnic basket and sat down, smoothing her skirt delicately. The cajun queen came back and sat down cross legged as close to the older blonde as she could, her cheeks flushed.

"Thanks for comin' with me." She said quietly, fingers playing with the edge of her shawl.

"It's my pleasure." Cordelia smiled. And it was true. Ever since she'd brought the young witch back from her hell, the Supreme barely let the wild blonde out of her sight. Whether it was from motherly instincts or love for the cajun, she wasn't sure. She betted on the latter. But for now, she settled on knowing she was the Supreme and knowing she needed to keep an eye on her coven, and if that meant she had to drag herself out through a cloud of bugs every weekend, then so bet it. She'd be the best damn Supreme the world had ever seen.

Misty bit into her sandwich and nudged Cordelia to do the same. They ate silently, Misty would glance up at the sky randomly to point out a bird to the Supreme, and Cordelia would nod and smile and let herself be overtaken by the happiness that radiated off of Misty. She wasn't quite sure about who was happier that the swamp witch had escaped hell.

The wind suddenly picked up, and Cordelia shivered in the fading spring sun. She felt a drop of water fall on her forehead.

"Shit." Misty sighed, looking fully up to the sky. In the hour they'd been there the sky had darkened without them noticing, but the rain now let itself be known as it begun to drizzle. "You're not worried about a little rain, are ya?"

"A drizzle's fine, I've survived through worse." Cordelia grinned. "But if I catch pneumonia, I'm blaming you all the way to the doctor's."

She'd barely finished her sentence that they were both buffetted by a strong gust of wind and a mouthful of rain. Misty squealed and pulled Cordelia to her feet as it rained in torrents around them. They ran together, hand in hand, into Misty's shack.

They giggled like teenagers as the water ran off of them and made puddles around their feet. For once, Misty's hair was relatively flat and Cordelia's was becoming a frizzy mess.

They fell onto the bed, Misty's giggles refusing to subside. The Supreme couldn't help herself from smiling as widely as she did. If it was that easy to make the younger girl happy, she'd never touch her hair straightener again. Misty turned her head as her breathing evened out. Her blue-green eyes shone in the faded light, and she gave the older witch a small smile.

"I love you, Miss Delia."
Cordelia's heart was having a mini heart attack, she was sure of it. She could see her grave clearly in her mind. Cordelia Foxx, Supreme, Mother to All, died of a heart attack caused by a Stevie loving blonde with impeccable taste in shawls and a fondness for rocky road ice cream.

"I love you too." She replied quietly. She took Misty's hand in hers and kissed the back of it. The swamp witch's eyes glazed over for a split second.

The cajun queen pushed herself off the wall and suddenly invaded Cordelia's personal space. "Yeah?"

The Supreme, suprised, felt her heart melt a little more. "Yeah."

Misty titled Cordelia's chin up, and placed a soft kiss on her Supreme's lips.