[Cordelia/Madison, for Sam]

She shouldn't be doing this. She was a teacher, a headmistress. She had a responsibility to these girls, to guide them, to help them grow and become better women and better witches. She was the authority figure, the one in charge. Although as Madison straddled her, smirking, Cordelia didn't feel very in charge.

Madison gripped her hands, guiding them to her waist until Cordelia sighed heavily and pressed her fingers against Madison's bare skin.

"We shouldn't," Cordelia murmured.

Madison responded with a roll of her hips and a quirked eyebrow. "Would you get over it already?" Madison replied, shifting her hips and putting her hands on Cordelia's shoulders lightly.

She leaned in, so close that Cordelia could feel her warm breath across her cheek, could see her dilated pupils, her flushed skin. "Or do you wanna stop?" Madison whispered, breathless.

Cordelia groaned and closed the minuscule distance between their lips.

Madison pulled away, grinning. "That's what I thought."