Lady, You Don't Need to See

There Is A Dream Left

A/N: If you're reading and enjoying this story, please comment and let me know! I'm having a hard time finishing it up and could really use some encouragement. 

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"Hold still." Outside the house, Cordelia paused right where Misty told her to stop, waiting for an explanation. It didn't come. "Gotta hose off your feet." Without any other warning, cold water jetted across Cordelia's body. She flinched. "Sorry." The hose sprayed over her ankles and her feet, washing off the mud and grass and leaves clinging to her skin. "There. You're good. I'll be right in."

My shoes are out here somewhere. Cordelia didn't have the patience to try to find them right now. She plodded up the stairs one at a time and entered the house, drying off her feet on the mat. Footsteps moved around the kitchen, approaching her. Madison. She recognized the slightly uneven hiccup to Madison's gait. "Hey, Cordy, Myrtle's got the whole coven looking for you--" Madison cut herself off from her sneer. Whatever cruel thing she intended to say died on her tongue. The hair on the back of Cordelia's neck stood up as Madison scrutinized her appearance. "Whoa, didn't realize chiffon is your style." Cordelia's brow quirked. The door opened and shut behind her, and Misty shuffled her way into the house. "Oh, look, it's walking cholera." Cordelia grabbed Misty by the arm before she could take a swing at Madison, giving her a squeeze to remind her to be quiet. "What the hell are you wearing, Swampy? You look like a bedraggled lawyer who just had..." Madison trailed off, not finishing her sentence. Then, quieter, she whispered, "Oh my god. You fucked."

Cordelia's teeth clicked together as she set her jaw. Well, there goes the secret. "You didn't think it was necessary to tell me I grabbed the wrong shirt?" she whispered to Misty. The chiffon fit too loosely, and she realized now it smelled like Misty. How had it escaped her before? I was too busy thinking about the orgasm I just had. Her face flamed.

"You looked really cute..." Misty defended herself weakly. "I didn't think anybody would notice." Misty's breath on her neck made her tingle. "I'm real sorry."

Being angry would do no good now. Misty had the best of intentions. I bet she looks really cute, too. "It's alright."

"Zoe!" Madison called. "Zoe, come get a load of this! Queenie!"

Misty held up her hands, trying to stifle her shout for attention. "Hang on, Maddie, we don't have to tell everybody--"

"Oh, suit yourself, I'm telling everybody."

Cordelia sucked in her lower lip. A mortified heat crossed her face at the sound of Zoe's footsteps trotting down the steps. "What's up? Oh, hey, Cordelia, Misty. We've been looking for you guys. Where are your shoes?"

"Cordelia fucked Misty!" Madison said it with such pride, like she had just won a trophy.

Misty squeezed Cordelia's hand apologetically, but then she interjected, "Hey, wow, okay, I did a fair amount of fucking, too. We both partook equally in the fucking." I won the trophy... but I would've preferred it privately. Cordelia bit her lip to keep from smiling at Misty's ridiculous interjection.

Madison ignored Misty's assertion. "Oh my god--they came in from outside. They fucked in the greenhouse."

Misty interrupted again. "No, we did it in the swamp." Oh, god. The urge rose in Cordelia to bury her face in her hands and try to hide, but she clung to Misty, hoping her shame wasn't too apparent. We didn't do anything wrong. We just made love.

"That's worse! That's so much worse! You understand how that's worse, right?"

Zoe was quiet, and then she said, "There's a lot to process right here." Her shocked voice made her sound very small. Cordelia wanted to say something to make her feel better, but she bit her tongue. Somehow, she sensed that she could say absolutely nothing right now that would improve this situation. "Like... a lot of information coming into my brain, I'm not sure I'm making sense of all of it correctly."