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You stumbled into the foyer, an obnoxiously loud giggle escaping your mouth as Queenie shushed you, "you're gonna wake Miss Cordelia, Y/N."
"It seems like you've already woken me, girls." Cordelia appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, arms crossed as she leaned back against the wall.
Your laughter stopped in your tracks, bumping into the wall behind you while Queenie stood still. "Miss Cordelia, I'm-" Queenie began, her mouth shutting at the raise of Cordelia's hand.
"No worries, darling. I'll take care of her, go on up to bed."
The air around you was thick with tension, your eyes blurry from the amount of alcohol you had consumed and your body thrumming with nerves. Beside you, Queenie nodded and turned towards the stairs, muttering an 'i'm sorry' to you before she trekked up the winding steps.
You waited on bated breath for Cordelia to open her mouth and yell at you, your body shrinking against the wall amidst your pounding headache. Tonight was fun for you, and maybe you had drunk too much, but you had had fun with your sisters.
"Can you follow me into the kitchen, or do you need assistance?" The Supreme's voice echoed through your mind, and you were surprised at the soft tone she was using, her hand outstretched like an invitation.
"N-no, Miss Cordelia," your voice trembled with worry as you began walking towards your Headmistress. You followed her into the kitchen, where she motioned for you to sit down, your body succumbing to the tiredness of the night as you slumped in the kitchen chair. You looked around the room, the clock reading 1:19 AM. "I'm sorry, I know it's late, and I-"
"None of that, sweetheart." Cordelia shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. Her smile made your cheeks flush red, and you were thankful for the little illumination in the kitchen.
The blonde waltzed around the room, the brewing of a cup of coffee starting with the snap of her fingers as she fetched a water bottle from the fridge. The lighting from the fridge made you wince momentarily, but the vision of Cordelia's nightgown prompted you to dismiss the sharp pain. Her white nightgown was down to her knees, the cloth flowing with every step she took. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm just glad you girls made it home safe."
Another smile from the blonde, a few steps towards you, and the water bottle was placed onto the island where you sat. Your unsteady hands grabbed the bottle cap and brought it up to your lips, the cold beverage chilling your body from the inside out.
Cordelia positioned herself by the coffee machine, leaning against the counter as she watched you. You could feel her intense stare despite your eyes skirting across the kitchen, unable to make eye contact with the Supreme. You had never had a chance to be alone with the older witch, her time being taken up by other vastly important things, unlike yourself. You convinced yourself that you didn't — and shouldn't, have a crush on her; you knew too well that crushes on authority figures would not bode well, especially for the Supreme.
The coffee machine beeped, and Cordelia turned around to fix her coffee. You were free to watch her every move while her back was turned to you, admiring the way her blonde hair fell over her shoulders. It looked so soft, and you wanted to reach out and touch it.
Cordelia reached up to open a cupboard, your eyes darting to the way her nightgown fell off one shoulder, her skin dotted with freckles. Your thoughts drifted from one forbidden thought to the next, your mouth placed kisses against her speckled skin, flicking your tongue into her collarbone, the breathy way she would say your name.
Her voice shook you out of your trance when she questioned, "is it hot in here, or is it me?" She ran a hand down her neck, and you could see her sweaty skin from where you were sitting. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, you blurted out the first thought that came to mind.
"It's you."
Oh shit, oh fuck. Your eyes widened in shock at the realization of what you had said, your cheeks blushing.
"What?" Cordelia gawked, her eyebrows raising as her tongue ran over her lips before bringing the coffee cup to her mouth.
"What?" You repeated, your body burning up with embarrassment, the water bottle in your hand crumpling as your hand squeezed the plastic. It would make sense that one of the only times you managed to be alone with the Supreme, you had to be drunk and word vomited the first thought that came to your brain.
Cordelia chuckled lowly and began walking towards you, the room conveniently feeling a million degrees hotter, your breathing becoming shallower as the Supreme got closer.
"Can I sit down next to you?" She asked, motioning to the seat beside you. You nodded and looked down, Cordelia's legs crossing and her nightgown riding up over her thighs. Her thighs; what you wouldn't give to be between her thighs. Your brain thought of other positions you could find yourself in, your legs captured in between one of her thighs, her grip on your hips firmer and firmer as you lost yourself to pleasure.
"You're not subtle, are you?" Cordelia took a sip of her coffee, and your head snapped up to meet her gaze, your face feeling like lava.
A hiccup escaped your mouth, the action making you groan as your body jolted. "I don't know," hiccup "what you're," hiccup "talking about."
Cordelia hummed and set her coffee down, and with a snap of her fingers, the coffee disappeared into the sink. Her fingers brushed against your shoulder, the contact provoking your skin to burn up. Your tongue poked out to lick your bottom lip, and Cordelia's eyes followed the motion, your body lighting up with how close you were. Your eyes were locked with each other, your breathing coming out heavier and heavier as she traced tiny patterns on your exposed shoulder, the Supreme's head seeming to move closer to yours.
Her face tilted downwards, and you could feel her breath ghost over your face. "Y/N, I-" Cordelia started, jolting away when you hiccuped and groaned again, head hitting the island in frustration.
You felt the absence of her touch and heard Cordelia clear her throat, the air beside you cold as she moved away. "Let's get you to bed, okay?"
"Cordelia-" your eyes found hers as she stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the foyer, her hands clasped together tightly.
"Miss Cordelia." She stated, her voice void of any emotion, her eyes seeking out something behind you on the wall. Your heart plummeted into your stomach as you slipped out of your chair and followed the Supreme up the stairs.
