Has Anyone Ever Written Anything For You?

Chapter Five

Cordelia had barely been able to sleep, her mind unable to do anything but replay her night with Misty on an endless loop, always finishing with the snapshot of their lips on the verge of meeting. She had refrained from taking advantage of Misty in such a state, or at least that's what she had been able to convince herself of. The more she heard Misty's words replaying over and over the more Cordelia began to feel as if this wasn't just something she had conjured up in her head - Misty had to be aware of it too. Cordelia had always felt as if Misty's loving words and gentle touch were merely a part of her personality, something she was now beginning to doubt. Even if Misty were to share her feelings, what would be next? It was the thought that Cordelia couldn't seem to shake. Promising her to continue their conversation had been more of a rouse to get Misty to sleep than anything else, Cordelia was just hoping it would be forgotten in the morning once Misty awoke to her inevitable hangover.

Being hungover was something Misty remembered well, also prompting to her remember why she hadn't had much interest in drinking previously. Her eyes opened slowly, dreading the sunlight that always seemed to spill into their room. To her delight the room had remained dark, the curtains shut together as closely and they could be. Apparently Cordelia had predicted Misty's hangover and had prepared accordingly. She willed herself with enough energy to scramble into the bathroom and into the shower. Although Misty had become far more comfortable in her solitude since her arrival, she had started the habit of leaving the shower curtain open, not wanting to feel as if she was trapped in.

As Misty allowed the hot water to wash away some of her somber state, she allowed herself to mull over what had happened the previous night. The words that had so easily slipped off her tongue now caused her stomach to flip for another reason entirely. Cordelia's reaction hadn't been one of shock as she had expect, but almost some form of desire. Misty could feel Cordelia's energy shift through her as she drunkenly stammered. Misty smiled to herself as the last of her night came back; revealing her feelings for Cordelia had never seemed possible in any form although she had had hints here or there, Misty was never quite  sure how to read the Supreme. Last night had been different and the promise of speaking about it in sobriety was enough to push aside her looming hangover.

Cordelia had refrained from checking on Misty throughout the day despite her mind being able to think of nothing else. She didn't know what to expect from their next conversation - if Misty would remember her drunken thoughts that had oozed over her lips or if her first hangover would be enough of a blinding experience. Cordelia couldn't decide which would be worse, uncertainty had never been something Cordelia handled well and she couldn't help but feel as if this situation was beginning to drive her a little crazy.

Eventually Misty made her way downstairs in search of something to eat. She made herself a light meal, hoping Cordelia would happen to stumble in but by the time she had finished she still found herself alone. Misty began on her search for Cordelia who she realized she hadn't seen, aside from her drunken state, for nearly two days, only making the urge to find her stronger. Misty had first tried the greenhouse but was without luck. Although Misty had only been to Cordelia's office once it was the next place she could think the Supreme would be hiding out.

Cordelia peered over her dark framed glasses as she heard a tap on her door, blindly allowing them to enter. She was about to bury her head back into her paperwork when she saw Misty's head pop in between the door and it's frame, a small but irresistible smile gracing her lips.

"If you're too busy I can just come back later, I don't mind." Misty spoke.

"No." Cordelia smiled, taking in a deep breath in an effort to soothe her erratically beating heart - proving to be useless. "Come on in."

"I just wanted to start off by thankin' ya for last night, you're always so sweet to me." Misty's heart pounded in her ears, her voice overcome with nerves. "But, I think we need to talk about what happened last night."

"You're right." Cordelia agreed quietly, her gaze refusing to meet Misty as she took a seat across from her desk.

"I meant the things I said to ya and I'm nervous as hell sittin' in front of you talking' to ya about all this 'nd I really don't want to screw this up." Misty rambled, not sure where to begin after it was clear Cordelia wasn't going to be the first to speak. "I just need to know what you're thinkin' about all this."

Cordelia was frozen in her chair, unable to move since Misty had entered and spoken of the previous night so bluntly. It was really happening, Cordelia willed herself not to cry when Misty began her rambling and then turning the conversation onto her. She wasn't sure how to respond. She knew she felt something intensely strong for the blonde that sat before her, more certain is was love then anything else, but she was unsure if what Misty felt was as strong.

"I don't know what I can say to you Misty." Cordelia spoke, her voice breaking with tears. "I can't shake the feeling there's something between us and it feels like every time I see you I can't breathe."

"I know what ya mean." Misty replied softly. "Being around ya just makes me so happy 'nd I missed you so much, more than I even realized."

"You have to believe me when I tell you I tried everything to get you back. Having you come back to me was like something out of a dream." Cordelia smiled through her tears.

"You've thought about this, haven't you?"

"It's so much better than I could have imagined."

"I think so too."

Misty rose from her seat and made her way behind the desk, seating herself gently on Cordelia's lap and draping her arms around her shoulders. The two smiled at each other through their tears, Cordelia's hand reaching to cup Misty's face and stroking it gently, Misty unable to resist leaning into her soothing touch. It was a tender moment full of understanding between the two. Most leaned forward slowly letting her forward rest against Cordelia's, both of them smiling at the touch.

Cordelia couldn't help but lean forward, feeling Misty's breath so close to her lips was intoxicating, something she could have only ever dreamed of. Slowly she let her eyes fall shut and allowed her lips to brush against Misty's, Misty leaning into her as she did. It was a soft, tender kiss. An exploration for the both of them, dipping their toes into unknown waters and feeling the thrill rush through their bodies. Cordelia's mouth couldn't help but break into a smile as their kiss ended, giving the woman on her lap another brief kiss before they gave each other just enough space to look at one another comfortably.

"I liked that." Misty chuckled, nervously twiddling with Cordelia's hair as her arms stayed protectively folded around the Supreme.

"Me too." Cordelia replied in a sultry tone.

"You really wanna try this out?" Misty asked her voice full of hope.

Cordelia said nothing but nodded her head feverishly, pulling Misty forward and into another kiss, one more full of passion and less innocence than the other. She felt as if that was a good enough answer for her witch.