Authors note: Here we are then! The big one- The grande finale! As we say goodbye to Creative Directions we'll say hello to a new Parallels fic very soon, Myself and Ellie hope you've had a pleasant experience with this piece of writing and hope you've enjoyed it as much as we have. Let us know if you liked it or not! We hope to see you again very soon for the next parallels fic!
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Disclaimer: We really don't have enough money to pay FX if they sued us... Please dont' sue us.
Misty was running now at a frightful pace, thundering feet behind and threatening screams echoed behind her, she could hear the rain, she could hear the cars, and she had her distraction.
Orange lights flickered and buzzed constantly capturing images with bright flashes as the passing graffiti blurred in her peripheral vision, Misty raced to the main road and skidded to a brief halt, she could see cars whizzing past with speed. The Cajun was going to have to time this perfectly, no time for screw-ups, she needed to be perfectly calm and think. Just think.
She bounded out into the rain and straight into the road. It was a strange sensation, it felt like slow motion. Cars whispered in her ears as rain attacked her from above; the former assistant didn't stop to admire the strange kind of beauty bustling around her, she just kept running. There were only two lanes of traffic but it seemed like the lines of cars proceeded to try and attack her, water blinded her in moments which made it difficult to see which way she was running. The Cajun reached the other side of the road, but had it worked?
Reluctantly, Misty looked back the gang of thugs that had been following her, they had come to a dead stop, had she done it? Was she safe?
Misty's small smile dropped to a face of raw fear when the gang decided it was safe enough for them to cross and when they did, they hurtled towards her like heat seeking missiles. Misty turned and ran, but was running out of puff and her muscles were screaming at her after the intense sprint across the main road. She tried to think but she couldn't, her brain was starved of oxygen and her chest hurt from contracting and pleading for more air, her breathing irregular and short. She had to lose them, and fast. She needed Cordelia- where was she?
Misty banked sharp right and into another alley. It was muddy and smelt of urine, smoke and sweat, it was vile to say the very least. Misty swallowed some vomit that she had wrenched up as the smell hit her like a brick wall. Clumps of water rushed into puddles from broken drainage pipes that were a dark brown and covered in some kind of ungodly fungus. The land here was muddy, slippery and full of holes and lumps.
Misty was not taking care of where she put her feet, they wobbled and she stumbled a few times but she was still able to run at a speed, she turned left and slipped slightly on mud as it covered her trouser leg, her feet splashed into puddles distorting the water and her swiftly passing reflection more than the rain did. She churned up the mud and stone in them and ran straight down the centre of the alley hoping it was a little drier. Misty found herself following the tracks of some kind of thick wheeled jeep hoping it would bring her some much sought after help, it had churned up the mud and it made it like trying to run on ice. She looked back and saw only two of the gang perusing her.
Almost immediately as she had turned her head, her ankle suddenly gave in and cracked to the side.
'Damn!' Misty grunted in pain and gave a terrified gasp as she fell. In a matter of seconds she was face-down and covered in mud and discarded cigarette butts. With slight effort, Misty rose to her knees with an uneasy wobble, and started wiping the filth from her face. The blonde was limping and was started to lose what little cool she had left. She wasn't as fast now, she just wasn't fast enough, she tried to build up speed but she was at a disadvantage now, and she knew it. The muscles in her ankle had been pulled and strained in all the wrong ways.
She took a left, and got about two and a half paces before skidding to a halt, spraying brown water into the air. From the corner of her eye she saw one of the men and two others blocking her route. Panicking, Misty spun on her heel and pushed hard off the back of her right foot to run back the way she had come, but there was no use. The blonde's efforts of escape were futile and in vain, and within a matter of moments she was tackled to the floor by two of the gang members.
Hitting the ground, Misty's chin hit the ground with a sickening crack, her face skidded along the rough grained surface, she felt the sharp pain of the flesh on her cheek tear up along her face, she knew she was bleeding. Her face, the inside of her mouth. She had bitten her tongue, she hated that. She cried out for help as her vision shifted from sky to ground- someone had grabbed her hair, she could feel it.
Misty cursed under her breath as she rolled with the two men and then stillness. She began writhing beneath one of the thugs who was currently sat on her back with his hand gripped in her hair and tried to scream but her cries were quickly stifled as her face was once again thrusted into the ground, splinters of white hot pain danced before her eyes as she blinked hard.
"You owe us." The man hissed.
"I don't owe you a damn thing." Misty spat. She grunted as her head was slammed into the ground biting down on her lip to hold back her tears.
"Shut up."
"Fuck you." She growled. Misty spun, throwing an elbow back into her attacker's groin. He screamed and as she scrambled from underneath him another tried to grab her, eager hands reaching for her throat, Misty launched a fist to his nose, knocking him back a few paces, he stepped into the swing and used gravity to bring himself forward. Misty stumbled away awkwardly as the arm swing inched past her nose. she fell backwards into another man who's arms wrapped around her. Her head shot backward and cracked against his face, he let her go as she spun and knocked a palm into his chin.
She turned to run when another -the larger of the men- tripped her then straddled her, launching elbows and fists into her face, she cried out in pain as the onslaught continued.
The weight on her chest was lifted as a stranger who she had not seen before pulled one of the men off her and hit him so hard she swore she could hear his jaw crack in half. He took on the others far easier and more effectively. Cutting through the small group of males like a weed whacker.
Misty rolled onto her front, dazed and in pain. She wiped the blood away from her nose and lip, her quivering hands unsteady beneath her as she brought her feet under her bruised body. Gentle hands were under her arms and helping her to her feet before she fully realised she was upright.
"You've seen much better days" Kyle laughed. Charming, beautiful kyle. Though, not so beautiful now, his nose had been bashed one inch too far to the left and his cheek looked like it had been stung by a bee that could have passed off as some kind of small aircraft.
"You can talk" She smiled.
"Come on- Let's get you in the car and to the hospital"
"No" she sneered, glaring down at the small group of men that had assaulted her "We go to the police first. Take they're ID- We're gonna need it."
XXX
"So how many of them were there?"
"About four of 'em, fairly burly lookin', wearin' dark colours. I didn't see much of their features officer I was busy running from the bar."
The officer scrawled the few details Misty spared on the reporter's notebook situated on the end of the desk. After he'd finished he looked back up at the blonde sat in front of him.
"Did anything occur prior to the incident that would've been the catalyst for your ordeal ma'am?" He asked.
Misty bit her lip, unsure of what to say. Despite her current shell shocked demeanor, she did recall a few altercations between her and who she supposed was the group's ring leader. About ten minutes before they started pursuing her Misty had gotten into an intense argument with the gang leader over a game of blackjack which had caused Misty to lose the entire contents of her purse and the purse itself. Of course if she told the police officer that it may reflect badly on her and make them less likely to take any action on her case.
"Well the leader and I had a little disagreement. I can't remember what about but I think it coulda' been drinks or the card game we were playing." Misty paused, inhaling deeply before continuing. "After that they chased me for about two blocks before my friend found me and brought me here."
The officer wrote down the details to go along with the ID which was already in plastic bags whilst Misty took a sip of the coffee she had been offered upon entering the station- Then, she had also been offered medical assistance but she didn't want that. At the moment all Misty wanted to do was go home and go to bed. As she sat there, her thoughts kept drifting to Cordelia. If it wasn't enough firing her the Creative Director didn't even bother answering the phone as Misty feared for her life not even two hours ago. If it hadn't of been for Kyle Misty had no idea of what would've happened to her.
Taking her away from her thoughts, the police officer escorted Misty out of the interview room, where just outside Kyle was leaning against a wall, holding his own cup of coffee. After a short exchange of thank yous between Misty and the officer, Kyle led Misty out of the station towards his car.
"You okay Misty?" He asked as they both got in.
"I just," Misty sighed. "Just take me home Kyle, I really need to get some sleep before I start job huntin' tomorrow."
"As you wish." Kyle replied as he began to drive.
After a few minutes of driving in silence, Misty turned her head up to face Kyle who was focused on driving through the hectic night traffic. "I know I've said it a thousand times, but honestly Kyle, thanks for helping me there."
Kyle smirked, "It was nothing you would've done the same for me. If they hadn't began chasing you, you probably could've taken them yourself."
Misty scoffed. "Probably. I did throw a good few punches..."
Just as they turned a corner, Misty pointed in the direction of her apartment building, undoing her seatbelt as Kyle parked the car in a space just across the road. "This is it huh?" Kyle said.
"Yeah, ain't much but-"
"Its home… right?"
She nodded with a small smile "Yeah." Misty glanced up. "Yeah, It's home."
She gave a grateful glance at Kyle and thanked him as she got out. Misty quickly looked both ways on the calm road the hurried across to the small complex as Kyle followed closely behind. The blonde paced through the small lobby, opting to take the stairs instead of the cramped, rickety elevator that was on the other side of the room. It didn't take long for her to reach her floor and before looking reaching for her bag Misty quickly composed herself, brushing a hand through her unruly hair and out of her face.
"Shit where is it?" Misty muttered as she searched through her bag. She could've sworn she left her keys in there. Just to make sure, Misty ruffled through her pockets since she had a tendency to put them in there too. Nothing. "Fuck!"
There was a few bangs on the ceiling above her. "Language!"
"Sorry Mrs. Langdon!"
Misty leant back against the wall, her hands reaching up to her head in frustration. She cursed under her breath.
"Look if you want you can come back to my place for the night, and then tomorrow you can get a new key." Kyle suggested to his friend.
"Yeah, I'd appreciate that a whole lot." Misty replied.
Misty followed Kyle back down the stairs of the building and out to her colleague's car. Luckily he didn't live too far away so it didn't take them long to get to his apartment. On arriving there, Kyle gestured for Misty to place her bag on the coffee table while he went to go find some spare blankets and a pillow she could use so she could sleep on the sofa for the night. Ten minutes later Kyle brought in the items and told Misty he was going to go bed. After a long day at work and then fighting off Misty's attackers, the Cajun couldn't blame him.
After the blonde man had left Misty reached into her jacket pocket and felt the comforting rectangle shape of her phone, the cold metal brushed against her fingers as she plucked it from her pocket. She very much doubted it would still work.
She clicked the small button near the top of the cracked screen and the device jerked back to life with a small flicker. Twenty missed calls. Who could possibly be calling her twenty t- Cordelia. Misty held up the phone to her ear and waited to listen to the messages that had been left.
Dialing the number to listen to her voice mails, Misty tapped her foot impatiently as the monotonous voice gave her instructions on how to access her voice mails. As soon as the voice said 'Press 1 to hear your missed messages' Misty tapped the key and waited for Cordelia's voice.
"Message 1: Hi Misty," Cordelia coughed violently over the phone. "Are you, are you okayyy?" The older woman slurred. It was made very clear to Misty that Cordelia had been drinking. "You called me? and- and you didn't sound goood. I'm not good either." Cordelia's last audible sentence was followed by what sounded like loud guffaws of laughter. Misty ended the message and let the second one play.
"Message 2: I'm sorry Misty, everything looks so blurry. Like if I saw you you'd look, like... really blurry. But not bad blurry- pretty blurry. You're pretty Misty- There I said it. You're pretty!" Screamed the voice before the call ended.
The next few calls were nigh on the same, drunken uttering of Cordelia calling Misty pretty then asking her to pick up the phone. As they progressed they became more slurred and illegible, with numerous bouts of laughter mixed with heavy crying spread among them. One in particular, number ten, had quite the odd symphony of Cordelia's drunken cover of Fleetwood Mac's 'the chain'. She hated to admit it, but Misty saved the massage. She knew it would make her laugh on bad days.
"Message 14: You didn't call me back!? Why!" Cordelia's voice cried "Why didn't you call me back?! I love you and you didn't" A small kind of hiccup "You- You were supposed to- us. Y-you know? So many things. Do you see those lights? They're pretty lights. Not as pretty as you but they are pretty lights. They twinkle. Your eyes twinkle when you're happy. Like when I go down on you. That makes you happy. I think. Its been aaggggeeesss-"
After that particular message, Cordelia continued to cry over not having Misty with her and how worried she was about her because the younger blonde wasn't replying. Misty sighed as she began to listen to the final message that Cordelia had left on her phone.
"Message 20: Okay Misty, you're sc-scaring me now. Where are you? Please reply. When you reply you can come to my apartment and we can talk and do things. I love you so much Misty and I've never felt this way about anyone. Like ever. For real. Really really real! Talk to me Mistyyyy."
Misty hung up the phone. After spending the last half hour or more sat in Kyle's living room listening to Cordelia's messages, she had no idea how she felt. She liked Cordelia, don't get her wrong, but she couldn't help but feel so hurt and betrayed. How could Cordelia say such things after firing her hours before and then ignoring her when Misty needed her most. Then again, the older blonde had constantly called her former assistant throughout her ordeal, even if she hadn't done anything. Albeit she had been incredibly drunk but Misty still couldn't quite forgive her former boss.
Feeling fed up, Misty locked her phone and placed it on the coffee table. She was that tired that she didn't care that she was sleeping on a sofa fully clothed, it wasn't as if she hadn't slept in clothes before. Back when she was a teenager she would often sleep in her clothes if she was feeling lazy.
Grabbing the pillow and blankets off of the arm of the sofa, Misty made a mental note to get Kyle a 'Thank You' gift in order to show how grateful she was for him helping her that night. It didn't take long for Misty to fall asleep, considering how tired she was she went out almost instantly.
XXX
The next day when Misty woke up, she noticed she was alone in Kyle's apartment. Next to her phone on the coffee table was a key (for Kyle's apartment she presumed) and a quickly scrawled note from the man.
Misty,
Sorry for leaving you in my apartment alone, I completely forgot that Myrtle wanted me in super early this morning. as you can see, I've left you with my spare key so just return it next time you see me.
From Kyle :)
PS- Not sure what you want for breakfast since I haven't got much here right now, but cereal is in the top left cupboard above the sink and if you want toast the bread is next to the toaster (Just making it easier for you to find it).
Misty smiled at the note left for her and slowly sat herself up on the sofa. Before going for breakfast she picked her phone up off the table and after adjusting the brightness settings checked her messages. Unsurprisingly she had one text from Cordelia apologising for last night's influx of messages, but due to still being annoyed with her former boss, Misty decided to ignore it. She knew at some point she would have to go and confront Cordelia about everything; the messages, her confession, and Misty's own feelings. After all the two had become more than a little intimate during Misty's time at Robichaux.
Picking herself off the sofa, Misty walked over to Kyle's kitchen, grabbing the bread and placing two slices in the toaster. She moved to the kettle and checked if there was any water left in the pot. She flicked the small button on and when she had decided there was just enough water left in there for a small cup of tea. she rolled her head back between her shoulders, her neck cracked a couple of times on its rotation. God she was sore- she was so very sore. and- her face, what about her face?
Misty hurried over to find a mirror. She scouted one out inside the bathroom and what she saw was not pleasing to the eye- or her eye for that matter- it was bright purple and could most likely be seen from space with the right telescope, her lip was busted and her nose was still covered in blood. 'Great,' Misty thought. 'Ain't that gonna be a bitch to cover up.'
With some effort, Misty managed to cover up the worst of her injury with the scarce bit of make-up she had in her bag that she had somehow managed to keep hold of last night. When she was done it looked as if she was tired rather than she had been punched repeatedly in the face. She walked back into the living room and glanced around. It was then her phone began to ring and the melodic sounds of Stevie broke into song from the small mobile device on the coffee table. Misty hurried over to it and checked the number- Cordelia. Of course.
"Hello." She said, annoyed.
"Misty! Oh thank god, are you-"
"No Cordelia I ain't okay," Misty hissed. "To be quite frank I'm pretty fuckin' pissed."
"That's completely understandable but-"
"No- no, you aren't going to 'but' me- you're gonna shut up and listen to me for more than one second!" Misty waited a few moments to make sure she had the silence she desired. "I have gambled most of my money away, I have been beaten to a pulp, I am hurt and I am bleeding and in all of this where were you?" She took a breath, promising herself no the let her voice falter "I needed you Delia. You got drunk and you didnt even try to get to me- I mean its not like I'd expect you to right? I mean how could you care about me? I'm just some low life rat right?"
There was a hesitation. "No, Misty you're not. You're- You're important to me and the things I said-"
"Were inappropriate, and you know what? Half of it was a drunken slur but believe it or not I actually believed some of it. I believed that you- Miss. All high and mighty- loved me- I- I thought you did. I really thought that ya know… And for the longest time, I loved you, I really did, I would'a gone inta hell for ya." She gave a small shake of her head, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye "But that doesn't matter now does it, clearly."
"I dont-"
"Thats right." She gave a hollow laugh "Of course you don't."
"Will you let me finish please?" There was silence. "What I was going to say was that I don't know what to say"
"Then don't say anythin' at all!"
"Misty." She said calmly.
"What?!"
"I love you."
"No- No don't you do that to me, don't you lull me into a false sense of security- no, not again" Her voice broke. "I am not going to be ya dancing puppet on a string!"
"You were never my puppet, you would have been far too clever to see the strings"
"What was I then Delia? Because I'd really like to fuckin' know."
There was a long silence. "You are my friend. My equal. If anyone is the master puppeteer here credit goes to you because I'm hooked. Totally and utterly tangled into your strings."
Misty exhaled slowly. "This doesn't mean we're okay."
"No, I know that." Cordelia admitted.
"Good, because I fuckin' hate you right now."
"Understandable."
"Like, I'm so fuckin' mad at you."
"Yes, very mad- also extremely understandable… So, Coffee?"
XXX
Misty wrapped her coat tighter around her body, today was cold and as nervous as she was, she was looking forward to getting her freezing hands on something warm. She glanced up at the small sign hanging outside the shop window 'Seventh Wonder'.
It was a small building, and was fairly unnoticeable unless you were looking for it specifically. As she walked inside, Misty glanced at her surroundings. The room was covered in the finest white decor, reminiscent of the offices at Robichaux's.
'No wonder she chose this place,' Misty thought. 'It's almost exactly like her, all perfect on the surface.'
It didn't take long for Misty to notice Cordelia sat in the corner at a table for two. She hadn't ordered, and was looking around the room impatiently, her foot tapping irregularly on the floors of the coffee shop.
Misty made her way to Cordelia, her head held high, she didn't want to make herself look weak or vulnerable in front of the older woman. As she sat down, Cordelia looked at her former assistant, her face lighting up as if she had been peering out onto some magnificent landscape.
"Misty you, came." The Creative Director said "to be quite honest I didn't think you would show up."
She shrugged lightly "It's not as if I had anything better to do." Misty said sarcastically. She was still fairly annoyed because she hadn't had time to go get a new key for her apartment and therefore she was still wearing the same clothes she had on the day prior.
Cordelia's brows furrowed "Is-Is that blood?"
Misty glanced down unsurprised at her shirt "Yeah, Most of it's mine, some of it ain't."
Cordelia shook her head and continued "Look, Misty I'm awfully sorry. What I did to you was awful. Not even just what happened last night, but everything. I shouldn't have made those advances on you in the first place. If I hadn't we wouldn't be in this mess right now. My somewhat skullduggery behavior has cost you and myself valuable time and effort"
Misty kept her face in the same annoyed expression that she had when she had first entered the small shop. Even though she was irritated at her former boss she didn't regret the things that had happened between them as she knew that both women were at fault seeing as how over the last few weeks both had made advances on the other.
"Is there anything you actually wanted because if we came here just for you to apologise I could've stayed home." Misty said bitterly.
"I feel so incredibly awful for what I did to you Misty, I want you to be my assistant again. Myrtle can pull some strings and everything will be-"
"Be what? Like it used to be? With us fucking in your office twenty times a week? We can't go back to that Delia, not with what you confessed to me last night and this mornin' It ain't good for either of us."
Cordelia looked down at the table. She knew Misty was right, but she couldn't afford to lose her again so easily. Not again. Not ever. "Okay," Cordelia paused suddenly gaining the spark of an idea. "How about I help you find a new job? You've worked at Robichaux and for the heir of the company. I can write you a reference that can get you a placement anywhere in the world of today's publishing.
Misty bit her lip. Cordelia's offer was something she really couldn't afford to pass up right now, especially seeing as how she was unemployed, had a crappy apartment and was closer to thirty more than she would like to admit out loud. "Fine, I'll take you up on that offer." Misty said curtly. "Is there anything you'll need?"
Cordelia stopped to think for a moment. "Just come to my place with a copy of your resume in a few hours. I have some things to quickly deal with before I can leave the office. In fact," Cordelia glanced at her watch. "My lunch break ends in about ten minutes, giving me enough time to get back to Robichaux's without Myrtle getting suspicious. Just come by anytime after six with your stuff and I should be there. Text me when you're on your way though. I need to tidy the place a bit before having guests."
Instead of replying Misty nodded her head in Cordelia's direction as the older woman stood up from the table and picked up her bag.
"I'll see you soon then Misty." The Creative Director smiled before heading out the door. As soon as she exited the building Misty took a sip of her coffee, she was in for a long day. A very long day indeed.
XXX
Hurrying down the street, Misty glanced at her watch. 5.13pm it read. Much to her chagrin, her whole key fiasco took much longer than expected. She needed to get a spare key from her landlord, which took a while since he was half an hour late, and then when she went to get the key copied into another set of two she had to argue with the store clerk about how desperate she was for the new keys and why it was so urgent that she have them by tonight.
Luckily it didn't take Misty long to reach her apartment from the Key Cutter's and as she barged through the door and into her home, there was nothing more she wanted at that moment than to throw herself onto the sofa and just pass out for a few hours to take her mind off everything. Unfortunately for her, in that moment she was much more pressed to search for a copy of her resume in order to take to Cordelia's in an hour.
The Cajun spent nearly twenty five minutes rustling through her belongings and what seemed like an endless amount of notebooks, broken pens, and Chinese take out menus, until she found her resume, which for some reason was located in the utility drawer in her kitchen.
After finding the item, Misty placed it in her bag and decided to take a quick shower. After all, she had spent the last 24 hours wearing the same bloodied clothes as yesterday and if she was going over to Cordelia's luxury apartment she didn't want to go looking the mess that she was.
Misty stepped into the shower, allowing the quick rush of water to dance upon her skin and in that moment there was no other sensation that Misty could think of as more pleasurable. If she had the time she would've just stood there for ten minutes and let the water wash away her stress but in her head there was a countdown clock slowly ticking away to the time she said she'd be at Delia's.
Checking the time once more, Misty realised she wouldn't have enough time to thoroughly dry her hair but luckily it looked it's same wild self after the blonde brushed through it a few times with a towel before hurriedly blowing it through with a hair dryer.
Within about ten to fifteen minutes Misty had sorted her hair and outfit and was ready to go to Delia's place. She wasn't wearing anything particularly fancy, nothing too out there, just a white dress accompanied by a red cardigan and headband which fitted around Misty's head perfectly. Although she adored the clothes Cordelia had sent her for her first day at Robichaux's, Misty decided to go with an outfit that she felt both physically and socially comfortable wearing and that was more to her personal style.
Stepping out of her apartment complex, Misty hailed the nearest cab and gave the directions to the driver before even putting her seatbelt on. She grabbed her phone out of her pocket and texted Cordelia as quickly as her fingers would allow.
'On my way.' She typed.
In minutes she was halfway across town and outside of Cordelia's building. Cordelia's apartment put Misty's shabby little place to shame. The complex had roughly ten floors, the higher the floor, the richer the tenant and unsurprisingly Cordelia was on the top floor. passing the driver his fare, Misty darted out of the taxi and through the lobby before stopping at an elevator. There was no way in hell she was taking the stairs in a building as tall as this.
On reaching Cordelia's door, the young blonde hastily tried to compose herself in order to look good for her former boss, before knocking the door.
"I'm coming." Cooed the voice of Cordelia through the door as it was opened. "Misty," The older woman gestured for her to come inside. "Just take a seat on the couch I'll be right with you."
The size of Cordelia's apartment never ceased to amaze the Cajun. She had been here a few times before, some occasions were simply to drop things off from Robichaux's while the Creative Director wasn't in for Cordelia to look at, other times were later at night when Cordelia got 'lonely' and decided she needed Misty to keep her 'company'. In the latter of times Misty saw more of Cordelia's bedroom ceiling than anything else in the well furnitured apartment.
After a few moments, Cordelia came back into the room, holding a small stack of papers under her arm and her laptop in the other. It certainly was strange seeing Cordelia in her home environment fully clothed, she was wearing the kind of outfit Misty only ever saw through the cracks in her wardrobe while they were engaging in more intimate acts. Something that Misty rarely saw was Cordelia unashamedly wearing her glasses. Back when Misty began working as her assistant she frequently saw the older woman delicately putting in contacts as from what Cordelia had said of her mother, Fiona believed her daughter's glasses made her look more like a elementary school headmistress than the daughter of one of the leading figures in the world of fashion.
"Crap I forgot to ask, did you want a coffee or something?" Cordelia questioned, placing the objects in her arms down on the glass table in front of the sofa.
"That's a change," Misty paused. "I usually recall that question being the other way round. So this is what it feels like to have an assistant, is it?"
Cordelia chuckled at the younger blonde. "Well having an assistant isn't all that bad, I actually quite miss mine. She was good at a lot of things, more than just making coffee."
"Was she? I heard she was a real bitch."
"Oh yeah." Cordelia nodded "Wouldn't want to get on her bad side, she was a real jerk, bossed everyone about, couldn't control her even if I wanted to- which I didn't of course."
"Oh really?" Misty grinned. "How so"?
She gave a delicate shrug. "Well just before I met her she punched a prat of a photographer right in the face. The guy had to have three stitches in his nose and was taken away by a paramedic team. Nasty stuff."
"Guy probably had it coming."
"I mean I'm probably making her out to be something she really wasn't. She wasn't that bad, I liked her. A lot. And I'm pretty sure she felt the same."
"Delia-"
"You know what, I'm certain she felt the same."
"Delia can we stop this." Misty quickly began to feel uncomfortable.
What had started off as playful banter had turned into Cordelia once again apologising and confessing to Misty how she felt in a very clever way. MIsty was so close to forgiving the older woman, and she wanted to so badly, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. She felt betrayed and manipulated and she had had enough.
"Stop what?" Cordelia asked innocently.
"This," Misty flailed her arms. "I get it, you're sorry and you want me back in your life but I don't think I can do this, at least give me some time to think."
"Goddammit Misty, how many fucking times do I need to say it. I love you. God, I love you so much and this is so weird for me because I've never felt this way about anyone before. Sure you and I both know you're not the first assistant of mine who've I've slept with, but you're sure as hell the first and only one who I've ever given two shits about. I'd do anything for you Misty. Anything at all."
"Delia please," Misty began.
"No, don't you 'Delia please' me." Cordelia interrupted. "Did you want to know why I didn't do anything last night? Why I was so stupidly and incredibly drunk over the phone? It's because after Madison made me fire you yesterday I felt like shit. I felt worse than all those times when I was a teenager, when Fiona would make fun of me and taunt me for being too ugly or too pathetic to be her daughter. I drank last night not only to make myself forget about how I felt for you, but at the same time to also try gain some liquid courage and stop being a coward and tell you how I felt. And when you didn't answer I got worried and I started drinking more, and then this morning Kyle told me what happened and I felt so fucking guilty that I tried to think of anything in order to try make it up to your for how much a failure I am."
"Dee, you ain't a failure. A failure wouldn't be the best Creative Director that Robichaux has seen for the past twenty years. A failure would be that pie I tried to make a few weeks ago that gave us both food poisoning"
Her lips twitched upwards into a small smile. "I appreciate that Misty. Look we should just try get back to this- this thing you came to do. Did you bring your resume?"
"Screw the fucking resume for one second Delia, don't change the subject. I need to apologise too. I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions about the alcohol thing, if I'd known why you'd been drinking I probably wouldn't have got so mad."
"Misty you were attacked, that's much more important than my alcohol issue. I should've been there for you. Don't try and defend me."
"But Delia you weren't, but you sure did call me a lotta times so I guess somewhere in that drunken head of yours you knew something was up. You just couldn't physically do anything about it. Luckily Kyle was there to help me otherwise I don't know what the hell woulda' happened."
"Remind me to thank him. No, you know what, I think I'll remember" Cordelia gave a long and heavy sigh. "So are we on good terms now? Or as good terms as we can be considering what's gone on in the last forty eight hours?"
Misty smiled. "Yeah we're good."
"So then, what now?"
"I don't know, we can't exactly start over. Because I remember that started with more than a simple introduction." Misty said.
"Well we could." Cordelia smirked. "I mean- you know"
Misty gave a trenchant shake of her head "I'm still pretty mad as you even though we've kind of made up over this whole thing"
"Well You know what i hear is really quite therapeutic to get rid of anger?" Cordelia purred, leaning into the younger woman. It happened too fast for Misty to fully realise what she was doing, Cordelia's lips crashing into hers. She had thought about pulling away but decided against it. This was anger management 101.
Misty grabbed Cordelia's collar and straddled her. Her hands grabbing at Cordelia's hair as rough kisses traced down her neck.
"I'm still really pissed at ya!" Misty growled as Cordelia pulled her white dress up over her head.
"I gathered as much, feel free to take your frustrations out on me," Cordelia trailed more kisses along MIsty's body. "I really don't mind."
Misty stood and dragged the Creative Director up with her by the shirt and straight into her lips, Misty yanked of the shirt and slammed her back into the wall on the far side of the apartment.
"The only reason I came here was because I love you and you fucked me over so many times!" She snarled, biting the older woman's collar bone, hellbent on leaving more than just a few hickeys. She ran a finger along Cordelia's heaving chest and yanked off her bra. She moved down to suck and paw at her nipple. Drinking in every single moan Cordelia had to offer.
"You're such a bitch sometimes!" Misty yelled.
"Also true." Cordelia rasped between a deep inhale of some much needed oxygen. Misty's hand traveled down Cordelia's body, her nails leaving faint trails or red that would materialise into nothing within minutes. Though they stood out nicely from the rising hickeys painted onto Cordelia's neck and breasts, they would take longer to disappear from her skin. Misty tangled her hand in the creative directors hair gave it a harsh tug backward. Exposing her neck to the cajuns wandering mouth.
Her hand continued its descent, until it reached the line of the older womans panties, she flirted with the waistband and teased around the edges, reveling in the way Cordelia's breath became erratic every now and again depending on where she placed her dextrous fingers.
Cordelia made an attempt to spin Misty around but the Cajun pushed her back on the wall, lifting the older woman's arms above her head.
"You think I'm going to be that easily taken when I'm unwilling?"
"I didn't think you were that strong." Cordelia murmured. Her eyes wide with anticipation.
"I ain't no push over." She giggled, nipping at Cordelia's ear. "You'd be surprised, I got a lotta' fight in me."
Cordelia spun and pushed Misty back up against the wall, running hard kisses down her neck.
"You aren't the only one." The Creative Director purred into her skin, removing any remaining clothing left on the younger woman.
Before she had the chance to elicit even a single groan of pleasure from Misty, the Cajun had moved them away from the wall, her hands clawing at Cordelia's back as they stumbled into the bedroom.
The younger woman spun and pushed down the older woman onto the bed, she straddled her and slipped off Cordelia's underwear. Misty sank down and ghosted over her thighs, her lips every so often tracing over the skin, goosebumps quickly formed around the area.
"Come on Misty just fuck me already, haven't you had your fun?"
The Cajun gave a tight lipped grin "As I recall when we first met," She said, prying Cordelia's legs apart "you left me in a similar situation, should I leave you now?"
The Creative Director whimpered and with that Misty began to flick her tongue on Cordelia's clit. Her answer was a moan as Cordelia's hands found their way into Misty's curled hair, playing with the curls as the younger woman continued to lap at her centre. Her tongue drawing tight circles around and over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Misty's fingers slipped easily into Cordelia's folds as she began to slide them in and out. The Creative Director's hands moved from Misty's hair and dug into the sheets, knotting the fabric as her knuckles turned white. Her mouth dropped open as her hips bucked forward into Misty's touch. The Cajun took happily to the request and quickened her pace. her anger seemingly now lost and forgotten. her entire focus was in this current moment. She could feel Cordelia's walls begin to tighten and that's when she pulled away. The piteous moan that the older woman cried almost made Misty feel terribly guilty… almost.
She slid forward, up Cordelia's body and whispered into her ear as her finger scraped lightly along Cordelia's skin. "How does it feel to be left like that? Wouldn't it be a damn shame if i just got up and left?"
Misty didn't expect a response, Cordelia's brain- as intelligent as it was- was currently in a state of being a pile of mush, she looked like she was about to draw blood with the amount she was biting her lip, her tongue was damn near useless and her eyelids were so close to being shut that Misty had a small concern poking her in the back of her mind that she had killed her.
"Please," Came the small plea from Cordelia. "Please."
Misty gave a smirk and slipped back down between Cordelia's legs, slipping her tongue back into her folds and quickened her pace. The moans and gasps from Cordelia became more frequent the faster Misty moved. Cordelia could barely take it any more, she was too close to the edge to come back. Her hands anchored down into Misty's hair and her eyes screwed shut. Her hips rose as she battled to keep Misty's mouth on her as an oncoming surge of pleasure rippled up her body.
She let out a cry of solace as a wave of ecstasy washed over her body, her muscles contracting as her body quivered under Misty who rested her head on Cordelia's inner thigh for a moment to catch her breath as she wiped her chin and moved up the older woman's body and lead on her chest, the erratic beating of her heart thudding against Cordelia's chest wall was the only think Misty could hear.
"Do you feel better?" Cordelia breathed.
"That was very therapeutic."
"So Misty Day," Cordelia said placing a small kiss on the top of her head. "What do you say we go out on a date?"
Misty looked up to the Creative Director and smiled warmly. yes, this was something she loved. this was worth the pain and the hurt. Cordelia Goode, was worth it all.
Misty said simply and quietly. "Okay."