Foxxay Fanfiction - Falling Water

Three different anons asked for 1) A malfunctioning shower, 2) Cordelia sees Misty naked in the shower, and 3) Misty tells Cordelia she had nothing to be ashamed of, body wise.

Rated T

Cordelia bit her lip to the point of drawing blood as she hit the wall with a closed fist softly, repeating the mantra of why, why me, what did I do to deserve this in her head. The shower head above her sputtered, useless. Her hand reached for the knob and she turned it shut, dry to the touch and as dirty as before, mud in her hair and caked underneath her fingernails. Of all days for her shower to stop working, it had to be the day where she'd been rolling around in the bushes.

She wrapped her towel tightly around her and stepped out of her bathtub. She considered washing her hair in the sink for a split second, but she knew she only had one choice. She'd have to use the bathroom down the hall, the one Zoe, Queenie, and Misty shared as a council. She warily picked up her shampoo bottle and walked into her bedroom, pausing before her door.

She took a deep breath, listening for any noises in the hallway, and satisfied enough with the silence, she walked out on tiptoes.
No need to bring attention to herself. Her incredibly naked-underneath-a-towel self.

She practically broke into a run as she headed down the long corridor, her hand out in front of her and reaching for the doorknob. She slammed the door shut behind herself, her cheeks blazing, and rested her forehead on the cool wood. She didn't need this much pressure in her life.

Her eyes opened wide and she paused as she heard singing. The song sung was distinctively raspy, and the voice accompanying it was definitely not Zoe's. Or Queenie's. Cordelia closed her eyes slowly as she realized what she'd done.I should have knocked. If she opened the door slowly, perhaps the witch in the shower wouldn't hear her over her rendition of Stevie Nicks, she hadn't heard her come in, after all. Her fingers wrapped around the knob.

"Miss Cordelia?"

Ah fuck. The water shut off and she heard the shower curtain being pulled aside, and she couldn't help the blush that ran up her cheeks. It's only the heat. It's only the heat.

"What are ya doin'?"

"I'm so sorry, Misty." Cordelia stammered, eyes shut tightly. "I needed a shower but mine broke and I didn't know you were in here I should really have knocked-"

"It's no biggie, Miss Cordelia." Misty giggled from behind her. "I'm practically done, give me a minute or two."

"Yeah, okay. I'll wait outside."

"No need to freeze your ass off out there. Stay." The swamp witch. The water turned back on and Misty resumed her humming. Cordelia's cheeks were burning up with embarrassment.

True to her word, Misty Day didn't take long to finish. The Supreme heard her step out of the tub, but then, nothing.

"M-Misty?"

"All done, Miss Delia. Go right ahead."

Cordelia turned around, and yelped. Her hands covered her eyes immideatly. "Misty!"

"What? What is it?" The swamp witch asked, alarmed. She took a step closer, reaching out to touch the older blonde.

"Ah-no! You're naked." Cordelia, her eyes still closed, pushed the younger girl back a few inches.

"Yeah, I just took a shower." Misty laughed.

"Well, get a towel or something."

"You city girls are such sissies." The cajun queen rolled her eyes, heading towards the towel rack. "It's not like you haven't seen all this before."

"It's called decency, Mist." Cordelia stomped her foot lightly, her eyes still shut.

"Decency, my ass. You've got boobs just as much as I have."

"Misty." The Supreme pleaded.

"I've got a towel on."

Cordelia let out the breath she'd been holding in. "Thank you." Her dark eyes opened and fell to Misty's body instantly. The swamp witch had gotten a towel, like she'd said, but Cordelia would have bet both her arms the blonde had done it on purpose to find the smallest piece of cloth she could. Her legs seemed to go on for miles. She'd fashioned her hair up in a messy bun, and her curls framed her face.

Cordelia's throat went dry.

Misty raised an eyebrow. "Well? Are ya gonna shower? Because Zoe called the bathroom after me, and she'll be pissed if stay in here for too long."

"You're, ah, staying?"

"I have to, or she'll walk in on ya like ya did me." The swamp witch responded, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Could you at least turn around?"

"Miss Delia. I've seen it all already, in the mirror."

"Yes well, I'm very proud that you're so in touch with yourself," Cordelia snapped. "But some of us are embarrassed, alright?"

"You've got nothing to be embarrassed about." Misty said, her blue-green eyes roaming the expense of the Supreme's skin. "I swear it on Stevie."

Cordelia's mouth dropped open. Her blush reached the roots of her hair. "Misty."

"Okay, okay." The swamp witch threw her hands up in surrender and turned around, facing the door. The towel didn't quite cover everything. The Supreme closed her eyes momentarily, and stepped into the tub, cursing her luck.

The water was cool against her burning skin, and she relished in the fact that the grit was finally flowing off of her body. She almost forgot about Misty waiting right outside. Almost.

"Ya know, Miss Delia…"

Cordelia sighed. "Yes, Misty?"

"You're fuckin' beautiful."

"I'd like to not have my premature death caused by drowing in the shower." The Supreme replied quietly. "Don't say things like that."

"I mean it." She could see Misty shaking her wild curls through the curtain. "Ya should wear stuff that shows off that collarbone of yours. It's a work of art."

"Misty." Cordelia turned away from the water to watch the swamp witch through the blurry fabric. "You're too kind."

"It's not kindness if it's true." Misty had turned to watch Cordelia, her back leaning against the door, arms crossed over her chest. "If ya were mine, I'd never let ya go."

Cordelia spoke before she thought. "Then take me."

She heard Misty's breath rush out of her lungs and saw her move towards the tub, her hand reaching out to pull back the shower curtain. Her towel dropped to the floor as she stepped in and embraced Cordelia's back to her front, her dry skin sticking to the Supreme's wet hair. Her hands didn't move from the older woman's stomach, not daring to go up or down, but her grip was crushing, and it made Cordelia feel so much better.

The Supreme turned in Misty's arms and looked up into blue-green eyes, and she smiled. She watched Misty lick her lips, her eyes darting to Cordelia's. The older blonde brought their mouths together sweetly, her fingers crawling up to anchor themselves to Misty's jaw. Their kiss deepened as Misty swiped her tongue against Cordelia's, eliciting a deep moan from the Supreme's throat.

Cordelia pulled away and rested her forehead on the cajun queen's. "I meant what I said earlier, I don't want to drown in here."

"What are ya suggestin'?"

"My bedroom's down the hall."