Has Anyone Ever Written Anything For You?

Chapter Eight

Misty felt as if she hadn't seen Cordelia in days. Always waking up to an empty bed, and lately, falling asleep in one. Cordelia had told her she had fallen behind in her duties as Supreme and Headmistress. Every time Misty went to peak her head into the Supreme's office she would see her looking overwhelmed by the pile of papers that sat stacked eye level to Cordelia. Even still, Misty couldn't help but feel as if Cordelia had regretted jumping in so quickly, making her feel uneasy.

After taking a quick trip to the greenhouse, both in an attempt to look for Cordelia and to calm her nerves, she knew Cordelia would more likely than not be stuck buried behind her desk as she had been as of late. She thought it best to give her as much time as she needed, not wanting her to fall anymore behind than she already had, as much as she missed her she understood she was the Supreme and had a lot to be in charge of. She took the time to finally explore the room Cordelia had set aside her things in, the one she had attempted to sleep in her first night but had never returned to. Cordelia had left her belongings sorted and put away throughout the room, as if it were ready for her to return at any moment.

Misty filtered through the half full drawers, her hands absorbing the past energy and memories that had intertwined into the pieces of clothing she had previously possessed, some were overwhelming while others brought emotions of joy. There were many memories of the swamp, almost making her miss her small little shack that had once been her haven. It had been a simple life, but more lonely than she had ever realized. Going back hadn't even seemed like a consideration since her return. As much as she missed it she felt as if she wasn't the same person that she was. She had died and been trapped in Hell for what felt like an eternity, the last thing she wanted to do was resort to a life of solace. Being surrounded by Cordelia and the love she radiated had been the greatest thing she could have hoped to live with, in any life.

Cordelia's eyes were strained, barely able to focus on the words on the page before her. Grades and marks and even lectures had fallen several weeks behind, and after being too distracted to remember the latest Council meeting she knew she had let her responsibilities slip in a way she never had before. The last thing she needed was an interrogation by any of the witches, her conversation in the office with Myrtle had been more than enough, she didn't even want to think of the possibility of rumours stirring around the Coven. She knew she loved Misty, but they hadn't discussed anything in depth, if they were going to be out with the rest of the Coven or continue to explore in secrecy.

Misty lay in a pile of her former belongings, sorting through clothes and trinkets she wanted to bring out of hiding. Leaving the pile on what had been designated as her bed she made her way downstairs at the sound of her grumbling stomach. She set her sights on the kitchen and made herself a quick meal, making sure there was enough to leave left over in case Cordelia got hungry later. Misty sat with her plate alone at the dining table, perking up as the familiar sound of heels hit the wooden floor making their way towards the kitchen, Cordelia entering with her head down unaware of Misty at the table until she spoke up.

"Fancy meetin you here." She smiled, "there's some leftovers for ya on the stove."

Cordelia answered Misty with a smile, turning toward the stove and compiling herself a plate. She made her way over to Misty, pulling out the chair beside her and taking a seat, beginning to devour the plate of food in front of her, prompting her to realize it was the first thing she'd eaten all day. Misty's eyes watched her intently, the expression that lay on her face was hard to read; mixed with worry and hesitation as Cordelia continued to eat in silence. As she finished off the rest of her meal and let her utensils fall to the empty plate, Cordelia turned her attention towards Misty.

"Is everything alright?" She asked in a soothing tone.

"Yeah," Misty sighed, smiling and shaking her head as she did. "Just, uh, you don't, ya'know, regret doing this whole thing together do ya?"

"No, no of course not what would make you think that?"  Cordelia's heart sank, she couldn't help but reach out towards Misty to gently cup her cheek. "It's the only decision I've ever made that feels right."

"Ya ain't just saying that?" Misty couldn't hold back her smile at the sound of Cordelia's words.

"No."

"D'you have anything else you gotta do tonight?"

"I'm all yours baby." Cordelia chuckled, her answer shifting the energy that was between them.

"Good. I really missed ya, feel like we've hardly had any time alone."

"We're alone right now." Cordelia leaned in and spoke softly.

"Why are you whisperin?"

Cordelia stood from her chair and moved towards Misty, settling her legs on either side of the younger witch and slowly bringing herself to rest on her lap, draping her arms delicately around Misty's shoulders. Cordelia allowed her head to rest against Misty's, Misty unable to resist the Supreme any longer, pulling her forward into a kiss derived from passion, Cordelia only pulling herself in closer and tightening her arms around Misty.

"You wanna head upstairs?" Cordelia whispered into Misty's ear, her tongue toying with her earlobe as she did so.

"I dunno if I can make it." Misty replied breathlessly.

"Mm, I promise it'll be worth it."

Cordelia lifted herself from Misty's lap and began to head towards the stairs, Misty following behind and wrapping her arms tightly around Cordelia's waist, their steps becoming in tune with one another, the two of them giggling as they began to take the stairs together. Misty's head rested on the crook of Cordelia's neck, allowing her to breathe in her intoxicating scent, bringing back a wave of memories of the night she had had a little too much to drink, although Misty was quite sure she would have a much better time waking up tomorrow.