A/N: sorry for the late update! I've been so busy revising, I hope you like this chapter! Thank you for all the reviews, they mean so much to me x

Chapter 5: Chemical Co-ordination and Response.

Fortunately for Misty, double English went fairly quickly, enjambement flowing as fast as the ticks on the clock.

Misty had also thoroughly decided she liked Nan, of whom she had immediately gone to when entering the class. She was good at English too, which helped.

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Misty's neurones whirred as she stood outside Cordelia's home. Her eyes darted around, awestruck, as she took in her surroundings. The big, black iron gate she had so awkwardly walked through was not an exaggeration of size in comparison to the house. Pillars stood tall, connecting each of the 3 layers of the house together. And it was remarkable how clean the house was, not just cleanliness wise, but colour. The whiteness of the walls were still impeccable and the marble shone when the sun hit it. Misty walked up the steps to the door, her motor neurones forcing her to knock timidly.

From inside she heard Cordelia's voice shout something along the lines of: "I'll get it Spalding!" Before the door opened for the Cajun and revealed Cordelia, smiling back at her.

"Misty! Hi, come in,"

As soon as she stepped into the grand (was it a mansion?!) house's halls, Misty's heeled boots hit the oak flooring with a sharp clap. Her blonde, unruly curls fell back as she looked up and around the interior, which was just as impressive as the outside. The walls, unsurprising were white and decorated with art. Not the modern stuff, real artsy portraiture, framed in golden detail. The Cajun peered into the living room: a grand piano sat in the corner and an old-fashioned fireplace roared stupendously in the middle of the room, bringing a warmth that Misty could sense this house was often lacking. The furniture and drapes were simple, but detailed and although the room was spacious it seemed filled. Misty found herself wondering how she could have placed Cordelia in a home like anything other than this. It represented Cordelia in every way.

Misty gulped as her brain finally managed to take it all in. The fireplace filled the silence as Cordelia watched Misty curiously and expectantly.

"Ya' house... It's nice. Big." Misty muttered.

Cordelia giggled at Misty's stammer.

"Come on, I'll show you my room!" Cordelia said excitedly, with a smile so big and eyes filled with so much joy that Misty couldn't help but wonder how many friends Cordelia had had round.

Misty's questions about Cordelia's social life were answered when the other blonde had grabbed the Cajun's hand with a desperation so fierce that Misty would've thought someone was about to take her away. Cordelia pulled on Misty's hand with the same childlike glee that a child had at the zoo. Leading her up the grand staircase and to the left, they walked along the hall to the end of the house, arriving at a door, which Cordelia so eagerly burst into before closing it again behind them.

Once again, Misty was stunned into silence at the sheer beauty of Cordelia's room. Again, it was simple, but elegant and Misty would've recognised it instantaneously as Cordelia's room if she hadn't had already known it to be so. The furniture was white (Misty realised that this must be a common theme around the house) and a small rug lay in the middle of the floor. The room itself was big, but Cordelia's large bed sat straight in the middle to break up the space. An antique-like Knick-knack here or there and the smaller, lit fireplace opposite the bed gave the room a classy persona, one that Misty immediately recognised as Cordelia's personal touch.

In short, Misty loved Cordelia's room.

"Wow, Cordelia your room's amazin'," Misty said in barely anything more than a whisper.

Cordelia smiled modestly. "Thank you. We can sit on my bed if you want?"

Misty could've sworn she saw her blush slightly but she blamed it on the fire. Nodding, Misty took off her shoes and climbed into the White sheets, inhaling Cordelia's scent and resisting a groan of pleasure as she sat. Cordelia sat opposite her, back still straight as an ironing board. Misty smiled at her posture.

"Who taught ya' ta' sit like that?" Misty asked, flicking a pointed finger up and down Cordelia's body.

"My mother," Cordelia avoided eye contact, her tone was quite hostile. Quick to change the subject she asked the Cajun: "so, did you bring your textbook?"

Now it was Misty's turn to avoid eyes. "No, ya' see, I didn't know what ta' bring so I just-"

"Doesn't matter," Cordelia shrugged. "I remember the homework pretty well anyway- do you know about the secondary sex characteristics?"

Misty blushed at the word 'sex' like a child. "No,"

Cordelia smiled, "okay, well, it's quite simple really. It's just what happens to your body during puberty!"

Misty stared blankly at her.

"You do know what puberty is, right?"

"Well, kinda. My ma just told me that ya' body changes to cater for a baby. She didn't go into no details or nothin'," Misty said, embarrassed. She had wanted to avoid people she'd been homeschooled for as long as humanly possible. Her strict-christian mother had educated her thoroughly and Misty knew a lot- everything but this topic.

"Well, yes," Cordelia blinked. "But you need to know exactly how your body changes and why..."

Suddenly, Cordelia took off her blouse, revealing acres of taut, porcelain skin and a simple black bra. Misty gawked at her, confusion, awkwardness and lust registering in her brain.

Next, she unzipped and dropped her trousers to the floor, a wave of material crashing on the oak in a satisfying crash. Her pants matched her bra and Misty couldn't help but roam her eyes over Cordelia's body admirably, and she almost moaned. That would've been embarrassing.

Misty struggled to talk, her mouth dry. "What are ya' doin'?" She asked croakily.

Cordelia looked up from the pile of clothes on the floor and back to Misty as if she hadn't just stripped in front of her.

"Showing you the female secondary sex characteristics," Cordelia smiled kindly as she got back onto the bed.

Misty blushed furiously, "uhh, okay?" She said uncertainly.

Cordelia knelt on the bed opposite Misty, giving the Cajun a generous view of her frail but gorgeous body.

"Okay, so, here-" Cordelia pointed to a soft dip in her waist and traced the curves of her hips. "-are my hips. Because I'm a girl, they've gotten bigger to compensate for a baby; if I ever get pregnant," Cordelia raised an eyebrow at Misty, silently asking if she understood. The Cajun nodded.

"These-" Cordelia moved her finger to her bra-clad breasts. "-are also for babies. They store the milk in the mammary gland,"

"Yours are nice," Misty stuttered, unsure of how to react. Her body was going into overdrive and she felt herself become hot.

Cordelia blushed and smiled shyly.

"Thank you. Now, our faces also change-" Cordelia moved so that she was closer to Misty, causing the Cajun to breathe in deeply. The short haired blonde softly cupped Misty's cheek. She traced a finger lightly, leading from cheekbone to chin, her eyes not once leaving the Cajun's. Cordelia now spoke in a hushed tone.

"-and become more oval, our noses naturally change shape and our cheekbones become more defined as we loose what is commonly known as "baby fat,". During the 12 days into our menstrual cycles, women become prettier as their faces become more symmetrical and their lips are tinted a darker shade of red; in order to be more attractive." Cordelia's eyes flickered to Misty's lips momentarily and Misty's brain went into overdrive. Her electrical and chemical impulses sparked and she felt dizzy with lust for the girl in front of her.

Cautiously, Misty reached out and placed her hands around Cordelia's waist, pulling her in gently- not being too forward, but essentially pulling Cordelia onto her lap, eye contact never ending in a silent room.

"Can I kiss you?" Cordelia asked, it was barely a whisper. Misty nodded before she felt soft lips press against her own in a chaste kiss. Misty closed her eyes as she felt Cordelia's mouth on her own as she grabbed her waist a little tighter. The feel of Cordelia's soft skin in her palms and softer lips by her mouth, gave Misty such a content feeling of happiness. She felt Cordelia deepen the kiss, from a chaste peck to a desperate kiss. Cordelia moved her hands into Misty's untamed curls and lay her down gently on the soft bed, unconsciously straddling her.

They paused for a short breath before Cordleia's mouth was back on Misty's, the plea for contact become more and more aware but Misty was too involved in a state of euphoria that she didn't mull over why this might be.

Cordelia's lips slowly moved away from Misty's as they travelled down her neck in light, feathering kisses. Misty moaned softly as Cordelia sucked and licked lightly at her pulse points and in the cavern of her neck before kissing Misty on her lips once more. Her hands moved from Misty's hair to carefully exploring under her shirt- finding acres of taunting skin and a dip at the waist. Her fingers felt lace and Cordelia moaned softly before breaking the kiss.

"Are you-" Cordelia suddenly frowned looking in the direction of her bedroom door, before her eyes widened and she looked at Misty, panic stricken. "-shit!"

As if scorched by a flame, Cordelia jumped off Misty and hurriedly put her clothes back on.

"What's-"

"My mother's home," Cordelia said solemnly but rushed.

And then Misty heard it, the tell-tale sign of high heels hitting wooden flooring mercilessly. A shout at the staff, and then an incline on a stairwell, venturing to Cordelia's room.

"Am I not allowed ta' be here?" Misty asked. "I don't wanna get ya' in trouble,"

Cordelia giggled as she brushed her hair so it looked like the usual, tamed strands everyone was used to.

"Of course you're allowed here. We're just not allowed to do that," Cordelia smiled. She quickly sat back upon the bed, back straight and eyes gleaming at Misty.

The sound of heels stopped outside the door as the oak frame opened revealing Cordelia's mother- no one other, that Ms. Fiona Goode herself. Highlighted by natural light and historical aura from the house, Misty found herself thinking Fiona had never looked more intimidatingly beautiful. Her steely gaze was locked on them, if confusion was one of Fiona's emotions, it certainly wasn't present in her iron eyes.

"Delia, what are you doing?" Her voice was toneless.

"Just revision mother,"

Fiona nodded. "Good, your studies are most important, you know that. I'm glad to see you're helping Misty Day too- and I'm happy to see you've settled in, Misty. Christ knows Cordelia could use some company,"

Cordelia bowed her head.

"I expect to see you down for dinner in 15 minutes Delia. Misty, you're welcome to stay if you wish. Delphine cooks the most delectable pie you've ever tasted!" And as soon as she had arrived Fiona had gone, leaving only a sense of intimidation and winter in her wake.