Prompt: it's the night after they killed the axeman and Misty is finally back in her room. She and Cordelia haven't expressed their feelings for the other yet. But misty goes to Cordelia's room with intent to change that.
"Miss Cordelia?" Misty stomped into the dimly-lit room, dried blood speckling her porcelain skin—blue bruises forming on her knuckles.
"Yes?" The headmistress turned around slowly, letting the echoing taps of a wooden cane lead her forward.
"I'm about to do somethin' crazy; but if I don't, I'll regret it forever. I know that now." The time underground had allotted Misty quite a bit of thinking time, and this particular scenario had played out in her mind a million times—a million different ways.
The older woman could hear Misty approaching—slowly shuffling closer with each word, until she was near enough for Delia to feel the heat radiating off her body. "Alright, go ahead. I think after tonig—Mmm!"
Misty's lips crashed hard against the other woman's, and Delia squealed into her mouth. When the swamp witch's tongue came out to flick against her lips, she melted. Suddenly her mother's death, the body in her kitchen, and the impending Seven Wonders were worlds away. All that mattered in that moment was that the girl she had been secretly—ashamedly—lusting after for months now, was ravishing her mouth with a soft, imploring tongue.
Content to escape reality for a moment, Cordelia let her cane rattle to the floor—throwing her arms around Misty to pull her impossibly closer. The woman's grip pressed all air from Misty's lungs, and she gasped into Delia's mouth. Matching the long-suppressed passion her headmistress was showing, the swamp witch wove ringed fingers through blonde locks; tugging until Cordelia's mouth came unlatched from hers in a deep, raspy moan.
"I love you," Misty whispered, letting her tongue glide from the point of a sharp jaw to the crook of a flawless, white neck. "I love you. I love you. I love you," she repeated like a mantra between rough kisses and nips.
"I love you too," Cordelia moaned, "I—I'm so glad I found you. I wasn't going to stop until I found you,"
With an inspired nip to the woman's jutting collarbone, Misty whispered into the Cordelia's skin, "Good, cause I couldn't bear dyin' without tellin' you. Thinkin' that you felt unloved was worse than dyin',"
"I always felt loved with you, Misty."
Thanks to TayTay.1895.1 for this great prompt and for her continued support.