Cordelia watched Misty Day twirl around the greenhouse. The blonde witch hummed along to Fleetwood Mac, a pair of pruning shears in one hand and a trowel in another. The Supreme knew that nothing would get done today, between Misty's dancing and her own staring. On days like these, the older woman was content in letting the necromancer do whatever she felt like, she had deserved it. Peace, love, and Stevie Nicks.
The swamp witch had been home for almost three months, and neither could stay away from each other for very long. Nights spent apart were rare. They never missed a meal together. Embraces were frequent (especially during thunderstorms), and the Supreme worshipped the silent moments they spent together, just holding each other's gazes.
"Misty." Delia called out, snipping at the plant in front of her.
"Yeah, Dee?" The young witch paused mid-twirl to grin at the Supreme.
"Come here."
The necromancer moved to Cordelia's side, a shy smile gracing her face. Her hand came to rest on the Supreme's forearm. "Yeah, Dee?" She repeated, softly this time, her blue eyes sparkling as she gazed into Delia's chocolate ones.
The older blonde opened her mouth to speak, the speech she'd prepared earlier bustling around in her head. The words melted together into oblivion the longer she stared into the swamp witch's eyes. Her shoulders fell, defeated, and she simply smiled. "I'm just really glad you're back."
The light in Misty's eyes dimmed, but she grinned back. "Me too, Miss Cordelia." She stepped back, reaching out to work on a hanging plant, Stevie forgotten in the corner. Delia bit her lip, kicking herself mentally as she watched the taller woman work with less vigor than before.
"Misty." She tried again, her gloves landing on the table before her.
"Miss Cordelia?"
"What I'm trying to say-" She paused and took a deep breath. "I'm trying to say that I love you. So much. You mean the world to me and I'm so glad you're back because without you, I would have done something extremely stupid."
Their gazes met. The frizzy blonde turned away, hugging herself. A quiet moment passed between them, Cordelia's heart dropping farther and farther with every second that ticked by.
"I heard you, every once in a while." Misty finally whispered, her fingers stroking the leaves in front of her. "I would hear you and it kept me goin'. It kept me from givin' up."
"You...heard me?"
"At first," The swamp witch closed her eyes. "At first I thought it was part of my hell, that I heard you, but your voice wasn't consistent like everythin' else down there." She laughed softly, turning back to the Supreme. "You got to me, Miss Delia. You somehow talked to me through the void, every night. I especially liked Zoe's take on divination class." Cordelia's eyes widened. "I heard you tell me every night that you loved me."
The Supreme blushed and looked away. "Misty, I-"
"I love you too." The younger woman cut her off. "Is what I'm tryin' to say." She took a step forward, her hand reaching out to touch Delia's cheek. "But there's one person I love a little more right now."
Cordelia's face fell, her hands suddenly trembling. "What?"
"Nan." Misty clarified. "I think I love Nan a little more right now, for what she done for us."
It took the older woman a moment to understand, but she giggled and pushed Misty. "You're so mean, here I was thinking I'd spilled my guts out for nothing."
"You're such a dork, Miss Cordelia." The swamp witch grinned back, stepping into Delia's personal space. "I love you." Their lips met in a sweet kiss.
Cordelia loved the feel of the taller girl against her. Her fingers came up, wounding into Misty's unkept hair as their kisses deepened. They broke apart, their foreheads resting on each other's. "I'm having a candle lit for our little helper tonight. Tonight and forever."