The two had finally made their way downstairs. Cordelia was sat on the counter beside the stove watching with furrowed eyebrows as Misty made something in a frying pan, "Misty? What in the world?" The girl looked up at her and smirked.

"Hold your damn horses, Cordelia," The girl on the counter giggled and nodded. She swung her feet back and forth. Misty had squealed at the sight of all of her fuzzy socks and she was currently wearing the ones with little alligators on them per the girl's request. Cordelia had even roped Misty into wearing a pair and bright orange fuzzy socks adorned her feet. She had thrown a large shirt on and a pair of black boy shorts and the sight of her never ending legs was something Cordelia loved looking at.

"Why don't ya dress like this when we're in the dorm?" Cordelia looked down at her own attire. She had a long tank top on and a pair of pink lacey panties.

"Because if I have to go to the bathroom there, I would have to get up and get dressed," Misty laughed and nodded before turning off the stove and handing the girl a plate. She stared at it for a moment, "I give up. What is this?"

"French toasted PB&J," Cordelia raised her eyebrows and Misty grabbed a fork to cut a bite of it. She held the bite up to Cordelia's lips and the girl looked unsure but opened her mouth and accepted the bite. She chewed for a moment before meeting the girl's eyes with shock clear on her face, "I know."

Cordelia took the fork from the girl, "This is amazing, Mist," The girl giggled and jumped up on the counter beside her with her own plate. They ate with small talk and both froze at the sound of the door opening, "Myrtle?" Her eyes went wide at the distinct sound of heels clicking down the hallway towards them. Fiona walked into the kitchen, looked at the two girls on her counter, made a face at what they were eating, and took in their attire.

"You know.. We have a table for a reason, Delia."

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The woman had left the room as soon as she entered it and Cordelia looked over to Misty wide eyed, "I didn't imagine that did I?" Misty shook her head and Cordelia looked back to the doorway. She slipped down off the counter and sat her plate down before climbing the stairs and knocking lightly on her mother's bedroom door.

"Come in," Cordelia pushed the door open and saw her mother standing in her closet, "What, Delia?"

"Umm. Not to be rude, but what are you doing here?" Fiona turned to look at her and raised her eyebrows at the girl's exposed legs. Cordelia shifted uncomfortably.

"My layover was delayed," Cordelia nodded, "Did you fuck that girl?" The girl looked shocked and her eyes went wide, "It's a fair question," Cordelia just stared at her, "A simple yes or no would suffice, Delia."

"We had sex," Fiona nodded and turned back to her closet, "You're not going to say anything?"

"What's there to say, Delia? It's over and done with now," Cordelia nodded, "You make your own decisions. You always have," Cordelia watched her mother cross to her bed and take a seat. She looked up unsurely at her daughter and Cordelia took the hint and took a seat next to her, "Is there anything you want to say?"

"I don't think so," Fiona nodded.

"Was she… Gentle with you?" Cordelia looked over at her mother. The woman wasn't always the warmest person, but she'd kill you over her daughter. Cordelia had complained about some girl bullying her at school once when she was little and that little girl was moved to a different class that next day. It was rare though, for Cordelia to get this softer side of her mother. The caring side that she almost never saw.

"Yeah, mama," Fiona looked up and nodded. Cordelia hardly ever called her anything other than her name anymore. She knew she was a bitch but she loved to hear her daughter call her "mama".

"Good. Because I know people and I could have her killed and hidden for hurting you," Cordelia breathed out a laugh and nodded, "I'm glad. My first time wasn't so lucky," Cordelia nodded. Her mother had told her once before when she'd given her the Fiona Goode version of the sex talk one night, "And you're sure about this girl?"

"Yes, mama. I love her," Fiona nodded. She reached out and cupped her daughter's cheek.

"Then that's fine with me, Delia," Cordelia nodded to her, "I do love you, baby. I know I'm not the best at showing it sometimes," Cordelia nodded again now with tears in her eyes threatening to fall. Fiona unsurely pulled her daughter into a hug. Cordelia settled against her mother and hugged her back.

"I love you too, mama."