Merry Christmas, everyone! or as Mary Eunice would say, bah humbug! XD

The former angel stands under mistletoe. A one-shot from Godsent.

15/12/26

New Orleans was all lit up in the name of the Christmas spirit, and the coven wasn't an exception. The academy wasn't in its full force since most girls spent the holidays with their families. But with the remaining girls and faculty members, the Christmas party was a decent success.

The Supreme, with her great sense of responsibility, orchestrated the party almost by herself. Her duties expanded from usual paperwork to baking cookies and decorating the house.

Growing up, she didn't have many good memories of Christmas. Fiona didn't care if it was the most magical holiday of the year. Their house would remain the same throughout the year, and her mother would go out with her gentleman friend. Cordelia hadn't known what true Christmas looked like until she came to the coven. That's why this was a special season for her; she was determined to make it the best experience the girls could have in their childhood.

Misty, on the other hand, had known what people did during the holidays but never gotten involved in any sense. All she knew was that they decorated the cities, people put up trees in their houses and exchanged wrapped-up presents.

As a matter of fact, she had helped Cordelia wrap them up for girls that early morning. The Supreme initially had worried that the wild blonde still believed in the big guy in red clothes. But the girl didn't grow up with the myth, and knew it was just adults lying to their kids.

Aside from all that lying stuff, the former angel quite liked Christmas. This year, with the headmistress by her side, was the best one so far. She stood in the corner of the ancestors' room, sipping orange juice. Other adults (because she considered herself as one of them) drunk something sparkly and bitter. The wild blonde didn't understand why they looked so satisfied drinking it.

"Having fun yet?" A woman walked to her and asked.

"Um, yeah," Misty, though somewhat startled, answered.

She immediately recognized the woman; it was Allison the player (Queenie had given her the name). It was the redhead woman she'd met at the BBQ party when she was still an angel. Although her hair was no longer red but brunette, Misty could recognize the flirtatious smirk.

On the other side of the room, Cordelia was picking up empty cups and plates so the kids wouldn't trip on them.

"Yo, Cordelia." Queenie walked over to her. "You might wanna see that over there." She pointed her thumb over her shoulder.

The older woman frowned slightly but looked over the room. At first, nothing seemed wrong. Nobody was arguing or crying. The girls were behaving (meaning nothing was on fire). The tables still had abundant cookies and beverages. Eventually, her brown eyes caught the former angel and Allison across the room.

Cordelia shifted her gaze back to the black girl, not knowing what the problem was. Of course, it got her concerned to see Misty talking to the flirtatious woman. Yet, Allison should know how the Supreme felt about the wild blonde. It wasn't a crime to talk to Misty. But Queenie kept looking at her like she was missing the most obvious thing.

With a small sigh escaping her lips, the blonde again examined the other two across the room. And then it finally hit her; there was mistletoe on the wall right above their heads. Her mouth fell open at the audacity Allison had. There might have been some alcohol involved, but it still bothered her greatly. Cordelia shot the voodoo doll a quick look before making her way towards the two talking people.

"Ahem." She didn't need further action to get both of their attention.

"Hey, Cordelia!" Misty's eyes lit up as soon as she saw her Supreme, a huge dorky grin on her face.

"Hi, Misty." The headmistress offered her a warm smile. Her eyes shifted to the other woman. "Hi, Allison."

The brunette murmured a quiet hi, but didn't dare meet Cordelia's eyes. It was the final gesture the older blonde needed to figure out Allison knew what she was doing.

"Misty, would you come with me, please?"

The Supreme took the girl's hand without waiting for an answer. They walked to another corner of the room. Even after Cordelia had spun around and faced the other, she stayed silent for a few more moments.

"Yeah?" The younger blond tilted her head to look into Cordelia's eyes. She took both of the headmistress's delicate hands. "What are we doing here?"

"Nothing in particular," the older woman answered, shaking her head rather apologetically. "I just needed to get you away from her."

Misty turned her head around to see the brunette over her shoulder, and looked back at Cordelia. "She was being nice."

"I know, but…did you, um, realize there was mistletoe right above you two?"

"No, what's that?"

"It's that plant," Cordelia pointed at the one over Allison's head. "…and it's like a Christmas tradition that people kiss under the mistletoe. Well, some people think it's mandatory, but it's really not. They just want an excuse to kiss someone."

"Why do I have to kiss?"

"Because…because it symbolizes love. Visitors used to kiss the hand of their host under the mistletoe when they arrived, but somehow it got more personal over time." The Supreme sighed out, her eyes glued to their connected hands. "I didn't think you knew, but Allison was trying to get a kiss from you, so…"

"Oh, ok." The wild blonde let out a chuckle.

The older woman smiled. The former angel was wearing the ugly sweater she'd bought. To her amusement, Misty didn't find it ugly. The sheer joy the wild blonde'd shown when she saw the sweater was something Cordelia would remember even in her afterlife.

Her chocolate eyes mindlessly shifted to her surroundings, making sure everything was still under control. She raised her brows quizzically when Queenie's eyes met hers. The black girl didn't say anything or try to come closer. There was just a simple knowing smirk.

"Cordelia?"

The older woman ignored the voodoo doll and moved back her attention to the wild blonde, who was looking up. "Yes, Misty?"

"It's the, ah, missile-toe too?"

Misty's ringed finger pointed at the wall next to them, and sure enough, a small bunch of mistletoe was hung on the wall.

"Yes, it is…um," Cordelia could only stammer, silently cursing herself for her life choices. When she was decorating the house, it hadn't occurred to her this was how her night would end. Boy, was she wrong, because she was now standing there, with the person she'd been harboring desire for.

"We have to kiss too?" Misty asked with her usual innocence.

"No, I mean, we don't have to." The older blonde started to freak out. She finally realized why Queenie was smirking at her. The oh-so-familiar heat started to creep up her neck, and she was sure her face was hot enough to make s'mores if she tried. "It's not like mandatory or anythi-"

But the wild blonde simply laughed at the stammering mess that was Cordelia. She pulled her arms and pressed her lips to the Supreme's flushed cheek, which got even redder after that.

"But I wanted to," the former angel giggled. "I did it right? It was ok?"

Though Misty was staring at her with curiosity, Cordelia's brain couldn't compute properly. She knew her body would combust to ashes if she didn't stop herself from blushing too much.

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