Misty squeals with excitement as she enters the gigantic hallway, and bolts up the grand staircase taking two steps at a time. The breeze ruffles her hair, while the only thing flying through Misty's head is what Cordelia's reaction will be like. Her feet smack against the bare floor as she makes her way down to the headmistress' bedroom. In her state of euphoria, Misty completely forgets to knock. Instead, she flings the door open, ready to tell Cordelia all about how she has found a mixture to cure the headmistress' beloved, but dying, Crysanthemums. As she opens her mouth to speak, though, Misty quickly regrets it. Immediately, her cheeks and neck flush bright red in embarassment.
Cordelia is standing in the middle of the room, back turned towards Misty, totally naked. There's not a single thread covering her gorgeous figure. Misty is like carved in stone; her mind tells her to back the fuck out of Cordelia's room, while her body is unable to move. Misty's thoughts are a complete, unintelligible mess. She knows she shouldn't be here, and when Cordelia turns her torso, frightened, to the sound of someone entering her room, Misty's breath hitches in her throat.
"Who's there?" Cordelia crosses her arms over her naked breasts in a desperate attempt to hide what the intruder has inevitably already seen. "Hank, is it you?" She continues in a hopeful voice; Hank had seen her naked a million times before, so it wouldn't matter if it was him. However, the only answer she got, was the slamming of a door and rapid steps down the hallway. Not very reassuring, and definitely not Hank.
Misty sprints desperately down the hallway, to the room she shares with Madison, hoping to find some much solace. Upon entering, though, she quickly discovers Madison and Kyle rolling around on top of the sheets, and backs out of the room before either of them notice her. Next she continues her sprint down the staircase, through the main hall and out into the garden. On her way out, she passes Queenie, and only musters a redfaced "Hello" before disappearing out of sight.
"Jeez, white bitch can run", Queenie mutters unimpressed under her breath before continuing up the hallway.
Boobs. That's the only thing Misty sees when she closes her eyes. She is sitting under a tree, hidden by the greenhouse, trying to catch her breath while simultaneously replaying the past five minutes over and over again in her head. She'd seen Cordelia naked. Cordelia, of all people. And she was absolutely mesmerizing. From the curve of her hips, to the muscles in her back. But what bothered Misty the most, though, was that her immediate reaction to Cordelia's nudity was attraction. This weird feeling in the bottom of her stomach, it couldn't be anything else, right? She was doomed, and she could never look at the headmistress the same way again.
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FanfictionA collection of oneshots about Foxxay. Some are comic, some are dramatic. Enjoy! And rock on, gold dust women
