Incognitus / Cordelia Fanfiction

Chapter 9 - Little Secret Part I

*Cordelia's POV*

When y/n left the coven this afternoon I could still smell her perfume in my office. Unfortunately I had no chance of enjoying that little fact or even process that we almost kissed. My whole body was longing for her touch, but different situations didn't allow me to relive that moment like I wanted to. Instead my persona as the headmistress and the Supreme were required. All that was on my mind the whole day was to see her.

Now that I am entering a certain club again, I feel myself getting excited. We haven't talked about it, but I truly hope to see her here again. The warm air of the club embraces my body as I take off my jacket and walk towards the bar. My lips turn into a friendly smile when I see Tim behind the bar and he spots me too.

"Hello Timothy," I greet him while sitting down on one of the bar stools.

"Hello Cordelia," he turns around to give me his full attention, "the usual?"

I nod and he gets to work. When he places the drink in front of me, I gather the courage to ask the question that I really want to know, "so... is y/n in today?"

"I am afraid she is not," he says and looks at me apologetically, "it's her day off. I am sorry..."

"Oh don't worry..." I try to hide how disappointed I am, "I'll just enjoy my drink then..."

"Tell me if you need anything," he nods and turns around to one of the other customers. I can't quite describe how sad I am to not see her tonight. Did I misunderstand her message of 'see you later'?

*Y/N's POV*

The dress I have chosen for tonight is very revealing. Of course it's not the same as my 'work attire' but it's still rather sexy. As I get closer to the door the security guy seems to recognize me and frowns.

"I thought you weren't working tonight," the guy asks and I shake my head.

"I am not, I am meeting someone here," I say probably beaming with joy of expectation.

"Oh ok. Have fun then," he says unimpressed and opens the door for me.

I enter and smell the familiar smell of the club. Usually this smells like work to me, but tonight it doesn't. Tonight it erupts butterflies in my stomach. It doesn't take me long to spot the blonde long mane, tied onto a ponytail, that belongs to the woman of my desire. Hoping that she won't turn around I slowly approach her. From behind I put my hands on her eyes, blocking her sight. She briefly twitches because of the sudden touch, but then relaxes.

"Guess who it is," I whisper into her ear, which makes the hair in the back of her neck stand up. Her hands trace my arms up to my hands, covering them with her own.

"You know that I don't need to be a witch to know that it's you y/n," she answers in a low voice.

"How so?" I want to know, still covering her eyes, enjoying the physical contact between us.

"Your perfume," she says and lifts my hands from her eyes, guiding my wrist to her nose to smell the drops of perfume that I recently refreshed, "I've been dreaming about it for the last three days, I could recognize it anywhere" she says completely lost in my scent and I am stunned by her once again. Letting myself sit down on the stool next to her I touch her shoulder and arms in the process. "Someone told me that you weren't working tonight..." she says, letting it sound like a question.

"Someone was telling the truth, because I am not..." I say, looking deep into her eyes while my hand reaches for her glass. Not breaking eye contact, I take a sip of her drink, tasting the bitterness of alcohol. Liquid courage...