The Romantic Art of Bitchcraft

Deck the Halls

   Misty giggled to herself, bubbling with excitement as she hung up another glittering red ribbon above a doorway.
   "What are you doing?" Madison demanded, hands on her hips.
   "Decoratin' for Yule," Misty responded, not letting the small witch's obvious attitude affect her. "It's my first time celebratin' it in a Coven with my tribe. Miss Delia said I could decorate."
   "And as expected, you're not doing it right."
   That caught Misty's attention.
   "I-I'm not?" she asked, her eyes revealing how worried she was. This was her first Yule with Cordelia, and she wanted it to be special. Was she really messing it up already?
   "Bows don't go over the doorways," Madison explained, turning to walk away.
   "But why not?" Misty pressed, catching the former movie star's arm.
   Madison rolled her eyes. "Because that's where the mistletoe goes."
   "Oh, right," Misty nodded, pretending she knew what the girl was talking about. She was familiar with mistletoe-- Cordelia had taught her a few different uses for it-- but she couldn't remember hearing anything about putting it above doorways. "I knew that, I just... Why do we do that again?"
   "To get a kiss."
   Misty frowned, regarding the small blonde.
   "You're messin' with me," she decided.
   "I am not," Madison scoffed. "It's like a game; if someone catches you standing under the doorway, then they kiss you."
   Misty crinkled her nose. "That doesn't sound like a very fun game."
   "Well it can be," Madison shrugged. "If you know how to win it."
   Misty liked most games, so she decided to take the bait. "How d'ya win?"
   Madison grinned, looking so mischevious that Misty instantly regretted playing along.
   "Well," she purred. "First you have to pick who you want to kiss."
   Misty blushed, realizing that the Supreme had instantly come to mind.
   Madison gave her a knowing smirk.
   "Then," she continued, "you hang it over a doorway you know they'll walk through, but you have to make sure they don't know it's there. After that, you just have to wait until they walk under it."
   "And I give her a smooch?" Misty questioned, her tone revealing her skepticism. "And nobody gets mad or nothing?"
   "Not as long as you point out the mistletoe afterward," Madison promised. She looked to the doorway above the study. "Here, watch."
   She produced a sprig of mistletoe from her pocket and sent it sailing to the door, along with a nail from Misty's pile of supplies that she had at her feet. The nail she embedded into the wall, tacking the small plant into place above the door.
   "You had mistletoe in your pocket?" Misty asked.
   "I always have mistletoe in my pocket around the holidays," Madison snapped. "You never know when you might need some. Now shut up and let me show you how it's done."
   Misty nodded, trying not to laugh. It was a little obvious what Madison was attempting, as they were both aware that there was only one witch in the Coven who would be in the study on a Saturday.
   "ZOE BENSON!" Madison yelled at the top of her lungs, doing her best to sound furious (which was actually pretty convinving). "GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!"
   Madison turned with a triumphant gleam in her eyes as the two heard a series of loud thumps coming from behind the closed door.
   The devilish little blonde strolled confidently towards the door, counting it down, "three...two...one."
   She reached the door just as it opened to reveal Zoe, an anxious and confused look on her face.
   "Yes?" she asked, already on high-alert.
   Madison put her hands on her hips.
   "Would you step out here for a moment?" she huffed at the younger witch.
   Zoe looked at where Misty stood, probably trying to gauge whether or not it was safe.
   She must have decided it was, because she took one step forward, the mistletoe hanging directly above her head.
   "What--"
   Madison grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, smashing their lips together with an exaggeratedly obvious use of tongue. Zoe let out a small yelp of shock, and before she could even decide to reciprocate the embrace Madison let her go with a gentle push.
   One of the berries from the plant popped free, dropping right into Madison's hand.
   "Happy Yule," the blonde winked, sticking the berry into the brunette's hand before sauntering back to where Misty stood, leaving a flustered-looking Zoe just frozen in place, gazing at the plant above her head with an unreadable expression on her face.
   Misty glanced between the two girls.
   "Ya didn't have ta do that," she said firmly.
   "Oh, I know," Madison assured her. "I've just been meaning to do that for a while now. Anyway, so when Cordelia walks in, just do something like that. Easy-peasy."
   Misty blushed.
   "How'd'ya know Miss Delia's the one I--"
   "It's obvious," Madison informed her, cutting across her question. "The only two witches in this Coven who don't know you and Cordy have a thing for each other are you and Cordelia. Use this to let her know you're interested, and to finally fucking move things along."
   "Like you and Zoe?" Misty asked, an innocent smirk on her face.
   "What makes you think Zoe and I would ever get serious?" Madison sneered.
   Misty shrugged, laughing slightly. "I guess 'cuz she's still standing over there, waitin' for ya underneath ta mistletoe."
   Madison whirled around, sending a glare at the brunette, who was indeed still standing there, a shy grin gracing her lips.
   The small witch dropped her gaze to the floor, but not before Misty caught the blush or the sweet, giddy smile that lit up the girl's face.
   "I'll be right back," she mumbled, striding over to where Zoe was waiting.
   The two instantly locked lips, arms wrapped around each other as they both held the other close in a sweet embrace.
   Misty watched the two for a moment, thinking it was about damn time, but soon she turned away as their tender moment grew rough and their lustful moans filled the air.
   The swamp witch decided she would have to finish decorating later, feeling the immediate need to flee the house as she heard the sound of a zipper being undone.
   She'd put up the rest of the festive arrangments when the two were done.
   And maybe, just maybe, she'd take Madison's advice about the mistletoe.