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“Alright, thank you. No, no, it’s fine. I understand.”
Cordelia sighed as she rested her elbows on her desk, hanging up her phone in her office to bow her head for a minute and breathe. That was the third phone call in a row where her requests had been rejected, the Supreme growing tired already of her new task at hand.
The academy’s landscaper, George, had just quit last minute, giving good reason why. He’d gotten an opportunity to move back to Texas to be closer to his family, his daughter getting him a job doing landscaping at a college in the neighboring town close to where he’d be living. He wanted to give Cordelia a two week notice, but the school was ready to hire someone else if he didn’t start right away.
The headmistress wasn’t upset. In fact, she was enormously happy for him, wishing him the best of luck and making him promise he’d come back and visit to say hi from time to time. He’d been working for her and a few other residents in the Garden District for the past seven years. Now though, she was left with the task of finding someone new. Two weeks had passed since George left, and the yard and bushes were beginning to look unkept.
It was December in New Orleans, still warm enough for the foliage to grow to the point of still needing to be trimmed and cut. Her academy was massive, and so was the yard that surrounded it. The grounds needed to be kept neat and tidy at all times, George having done a wonderful job with them from the day he started his employment there.
“I’m guessing that was a no too?” Queenie walked in as her Supreme was hanging up the phone, perplexed.
“They don’t have anything available until late next week. It’ll look like a damn jungle out there by then.”
“How is everyone this busy with landscaping in December?”
“It’s New Orleans, Queenie. It doesn’t get cold enough down here for the damn grass to die,” Cordelia sat back in her chair, swiveling from side to side as she rolled her eyes.
Cordelia might have lived in New Orleans for most of her life, but that didn’t mean she was used to the extreme heat. She hated it. Felt suffocated by it any time she stepped outside into it. She loved the cold, the few rare weeks out of the year when she got to experience it.
She also hated the fact that the heat forced her to pay for landscaping and yard work throughout the whole year, something in other parts of the country that was not necessary. But at the end of the day she was technically running a business, and that business needed to look well kept and neat to passersby so she understood.
“Hey,” Misty happened to walk up in that moment, passing Queenie standing in the doorway of Cordelia’s office.
“Hey, girl, what’s up?”
“Nothin’, I just got done waterin’ all the plants down in the greenhouse.”
Misty Day had only been back from her own personal Hell a few weeks, returning out of nowhere the day Robichaux’s newest student Mallory showed up. Cordelia knew Mallory had to have had something to do with Misty’s return, but the young student witch wouldn’t divulge her secret.
All she told Cordelia was that she and Misty were both safe. Her gift to Cordelia being Misty, granting the two of them long lives ahead now without telling them. Mallory shared equal amounts of power with the current Supreme, but after what Cordelia did to save her, the world and the rest of her girls in the apocalypse, she couldn’t let the motherly witch’s power drain out upon her rise to the Supreme throne.
Mallory didn’t need to be Supreme. And she didn’t want to if it meant losing Cordelia. So, she used her powers and made a deal with Papa Legba, not only to get Misty out of Hell, but to preserve Cordelia’s life, the headmistress never knowing this was a reversal of time or an alternate life now. She got to live and continue on as Supreme of her coven and be the witch her girls and her students needed from her. There was no one better suited for her role anyway. Mallory knew she could never live up to Cordelia’s compassion, despite her determination to fight just as hard for her fellow witches too.
Now Mallory sat in classes every day, and Misty wandered around helping Cordelia with various tasks, her favorite being anything that required her to be down in Cordelia’s beloved greenhouse. The Cajun had gotten her tribe back the minute she came back from Hell, crashing into her best friend’s arms, wondering if now she’d finally be able to be more than Cordelia’s best friend one day. She hadn’t been brave enough to confess her true feelings for the headmistress yet. She didn’t know Cordelia was in the same boat!
“Cordelia, maybe you should hire Misty to do the yard work,” the voodoo witch chuckled jokingly.
“No.”
“What’s goin’ on?”
“Cordelia still can’t find a new landscaper to handle the yard and the bushes outside.”
“Oh, I’ll do it,” Misty replied without hesitation.
“You will not,” Cordelia stood to walk around to lean on her desk, clasping her hands down in front of her as she looked at Misty baffled.
“Why not? I used to mow the grass when I was a teenager with my brothers. My daddy made me learn how to do the same things as them growin’ up.”
“No, you do not need to do that, Misty. It’s so hot out there. But thank you for offering, Sweetie.”
“I don’t mind the heat. I enjoy bein’ outside, ya know that, Delia.”
Delia. From the day Misty arrived back at Robichaux after her time in Hell Cordelia told her to drop the “Miss Cordelia” nonsense, that they were friends, not student and teacher any longer. Cordelia loosely gave her the option of calling her Cordelia or Delia, that she went by either all her life, and from that moment on she became Delia to the swamp witch. Misty liked the way it sounded less formal than the Supreme’s full legal first name. It rolled off her tongue more naturally, Cordelia finding a new love for it too every time her best friend called her that.
“Let me just do it this one time…or until ya find someone else. I know I’m not a professional, but I promise I’ll do a good job.”
Misty sounded so cute, practically begging like a child after a toy in a store to give her the chance to mow the yard. Cordelia couldn’t help but give in…under one condition.
“Do you know how to ride a mower?”
“I’m sure I could figure it out. We never had one of those growin’ up. We just used a push mower. Makes it look better anyway. Ya got one of those?”
Cordelia nodded at the swamp witch, impressed. She preferred the look of the lines from a push mower too over the hurried job of a riding mower. Her past landscapers all used them though because they made the job more efficient so they could tackle multiple yards in one day. Pushing took a lot longer.
“You’re sure you don’t mind? We have a push mower, but it’s going to take twice as long.”
“Not at all! It’ll give me somethin’ to do for a little while!”
The Cajun was practically bouncing with enthusiasm, Cordelia unable to relate to the excitement that came with spending an afternoon in the drenching heat doing yard work. But, she decided to trust Misty. She gave in.
“Okay,” Cordelia shook her head, chuckling, “you really are okay with just using the push mower?”
“Yep!”
Queenie cackled, standing in between the two witches. Like her Supreme, the voodoo witch found it amusing how bad Misty wanted to go outside and push a mower around the yard. She eyed Cordelia devilishly, the headmistress eyeing her right back.
“Ya got some old clothes I can wear though? I don’t wanna get my skirt caught up in the blades.”
Cordelia sure didn’t want that either. Suddenly though she realized the witch she was so madly in love with was asking to borrow some of her clothes. She didn’t even know what she had in her closet that would be appropriate for labored yard work. Panic set in. Her heart raced as she tried to keep her cool outwardly.
Queenie turned on her heels to exit Cordelia’s office, letting this part of the conversation stay between her Supreme and the older witch’s crush. She and Zoe both knew how Cordelia felt about Misty. She’d confessed it to them when Misty was still in Hell. She just hadn’t divulged her true feelings to her best friend yet.
“Uhh, sure. Umm, let’s go in my closet.”
The voodoo witch overheard Cordelia’s statement, grunting outside her office door where she thought she was out of earshot. The headmistress heard her though, slapping her on her arm playfully as she and Misty went down the hall to her bedroom. Cordelia turned around to glare at Queenie, her words chosen poorly as she should have known Queenie would laugh at her.
All Misty had were the clothes on her back and the outfits she brought with her to Robichaux before she died in the test of the seven wonders. Cordelia had kept them all in a box tucked away just in case that miracle happened and she got Misty back one day. Mostly made up of bohemian styles with hints of witch mixed with hippie chic, Misty’s wardrobe currently did not consist of anything casual enough to perform any labored work outside.
The Supreme sifted through her closet nervously, Misty standing right outside it waiting for Cordelia to emerge with something. She glanced around the room at the white walls, the bland colors, secretly wishing she could help Cordelia redecorate the room one day for the both of them with hints of what they both liked.
“Here. I haven’t worn these in years. Can’t believe I still have them,” she emerged from her closet, a pair of cut off jean shorts and a white tank top in her hand, “is this okay?”
“This is perfect. Thanks, Delia,” Misty smiled back at her, taking the clothes from Cordelia’s grasp.
“Oh, here. I have some tennis shoes you can put on. Back when I used to go running from time to time,” Cordelia zoomed back into her closet to retrieve one of only a few pairs of athletic shoes she owned.
“I can just wear these.”
Misty spotted an old pair of Birkenstock slip-ons in the corner of Cordelia’s bedroom, the leather on the straps worn and discolored after so many years of wear and tear. They looked really comfortable.
“You don’t want something to protect your feet from the blades of grass flying around out there?”
“Nah, these are fine! Used to have a pair a long time ago. They’re so comfortable.”
Cordelia wore them around the house sometimes, usually on her way down to the greenhouse when she wasn’t working to go tend her to plant babies. She loved to be barefoot when she could, but wore those to keep from stepping in any possible chards of glass from broken beakers down there. These were as close to barefoot as she could get. Now Misty wanted to mow the lawn barefoot. They really were so much alike.
“Okay, well, you know where everything is in the storage shed out back, right?”
The tension was thick suddenly, the two witches standing close, awkwardly trying to figure out what to say next. There had been a few of these moments between them since Misty returned from Hell, both of them knowing what they wanted, both also too chicken to say anything or act on their feelings.
The Cajun nodded, thanking her best friend for the loaned clothes before bouncing happily out of her bedroom to go change and begin her project outside. She turned to curl her lip timidly at the Supreme as she exited the room with Cordelia’s clothes in her hands. Cordelia let out a deep sigh, able to breathe again as she stood there feeling that internal battle to refrain or spill her guts to Misty simmering down a bit.
Misty Day. Wearing her clothes. Oh, how she wanted that to be a reality on more occasions than just this one. For a moment she let herself get lost in the images of the Cajun curled up next to her on one of the porch swings outside wearing one of her cozy sweaters, Cordelia’s Birkenstocks still adorning Misty’s feet because maybe she never gave them back. With deep brown eyes closed as she daydreamed, the headmistress smiled before opening them to go back to her office. Her students’ incantation quizzes weren’t going to grade themselves unfortunately.
The quizzes sat there on her desk though, many of them still untouched half an hour later as Cordelia stood by the window in her office looking out at the neat lines the swamp witch was creating with her mower laps back and forth. The sweat was already building on Misty’s tall, toned body, soaking through the back of Cordelia’s tank top she’d loaned her, Misty stopping every few rows to wipe the perspiration from her forehead.
The Supreme was hot too, but not in the same way Misty was outside under the blazing sun. Cordelia was hot and bothered, enjoying the muscular frame of the Cajun’s arms flexing with beads of sweat on them as she pushed her way across the front yard, the way her mouth hung open slightly to try to suck in what little bit of breathable air was outside.
Cordelia wanted that same open mouth pressed against hers, engulfing her, those arms pinning her to a wall, those ringed fingers curled around her waist as the two of them crashed slowly, or hurriedly, into one another with their lips.
“How’s she doing?”
Cordelia practically jumped out of her own skin, Zoe startled her so bad. She was so distracted by the hot swamp witch outside she didn’t even sense another witch entering her office. She tried to work, she really did! That lasted all of about five minutes before she stood to watch Misty, not her progress, but the Cajun herself outside. She simply couldn’t take her eyes off of her.
“Zoe, my God,” the Supreme’s hand flew to her chest.
All Zoe could do was chuckle, flashing Cordelia a sly smirk as she knew exactly what was going on. She and Queenie were sworn to secrecy about sharing Cordelia’s feelings for Misty since she came back from Hell, Cordelia knowing they wouldn’t say anything anyway. She just wanted to make sure nothing slipped.
“Here,” Zoe handed Cordelia a tall glass of sweet tea, “go take this to her.”
“Me?” Cordelia was far too nervous to do that, she just didn’t want to admit it out loud.
“Yeah, you,” the young witch spit out sternly, “Cordelia, you just need to tell her already. You’re practically drooling out the window.”
“I am not,” the headmistress laughed nervously, giving herself away.
“Uhh, yeah. You are. Queenie and I have been watching you the whole time you’ve been watching her out the window. You’re in love with the new landscaper.”
Zoe’s coy remark got her a set of narrowed eyes from her Supreme, Cordelia not amused by her apprentice’s playful jab at her. She rolled her eyes and laughed it off, taking the glass from Zoe and going outside.
“You two are bad,” she stepped in between Zoe and Queenie in her office doorway, bumping their shoulders on her way out.
Cordelia’s council just snickered devilishly at each other as they watched their Supreme exit the house. As soon as Misty saw Cordelia heading her way in the front yard she turned the mower off, indigo eyes lighting up as if she were a child receiving a puppy for the first time. She was so excited just to be in Cordelia’s presence. Always.
“Here. I thought you could use something refreshing.”
“Thank you! It’s hotter than the devil’s armpit out here.”
Cordelia cocked her head slightly, a sheepish grin on her face. The headmistress was confused. She’d never heard that expression before. Misty used a lot of southern expressions Cordelia had never heard before even though she grew up her entire life in the South too!
“My daddy used to always say that.”
In an attempt to avoid more sexual tension between them, Cordelia looked around the yard instead of directly at the swamp witch. She really was impressed. Misty wasn’t kidding when she said she knew what she was doing.
“It looks really good out here. You’re doing a great job!”
“Thanks! I don’t mind doin’ it for a little while, as long as ya need the help.”
“Actually, when you get done with everything out here I want to talk to you about something in the greenhouse.”
“Oh. Okay?”
Cordelia could tell Misty was suddenly nervous as to what their conversation could be about, setting the Cajun’s mind at ease instantly so she wouldn’t worry.
“It’s not about anything bad.”
“Alright,” the swamp witch nodded more assuredly this time.
She took another chug of sweet tea, Cordelia unable to keep her eyes off of her again as she watched the way Misty’s throat muscles moved while she swallowed hard. She was thirsty. So was Cordelia. But, not for sweet tea. She shook it off, not wanting to appear as if she were checking Misty out even though she was.
She wanted her hands and lips on Misty’s neck so bad, trailing down to other places on the swamp witch’s body. The Supreme was getting worked up again. It was time to go back inside, let Misty finish her work while Cordelia tried to finish hers as well.
Another awkward quick moment between them, Cordelia unable to keep her cool if this one lasted too long.
“Okay, well, I’ll let you finish what you’re doing.”
Misty nodded timidly, handing the now empty glass back to the headmistress. Blue eyes shifted down to Cordelia’s left hand taking the glass from her, the veins in the top of her hand, those two sterling silver frog rings the Supreme still adorned in memory of Misty and her time in Hell. Despite the Cajun returning to her from that dark underworld now, she still hadn’t been able to bring herself to take them off. Misty knew what they represented. Cordelia had at least been brave enough to tell her that much so far.
She watched Cordelia walk away, her own sorted thoughts filling her head too. Thoughts of running her hands down those gorgeous hips and thighs that swayed a little as the Supreme trekked back up the steps of the front porch. Pulling her in close as she kissed her, those same hands she was just admiring cupping her face hard, tasting those lips she assumed were so sweet, sweeter than even the sweetest tea she just drank in her life.
She wanted to be so much more than just Cordelia’s best friend, as if the word “just” was appropriate too. A best friend to someone was something she’d never been to anyone before Cordelia came into her life. That was a huge honor in itself and one she didn’t take lightly. A best friend was often sometimes more intimate in a way than a romantic relationship. And Misty knew just like Cordelia did that the best romances start as friends, then best friends before they eventually transition into something even more.
She prayed one day maybe she’d get to have that with her best friend. Misty sighed heavily, partly from the heat outside and the heat rising in her core at the sight of the woman she was so in love with going back inside the house. Back to work! She still had to mow the backyard and prune the shrubs, her thoughts of a future with Cordelia keeping her company as she did so.
Cordelia couldn’t enter her office alone. She was followed immediately inside by two witches. Her council. Her right hands. Right on her heels. And of course they’d been watching through her office window the entire time, nosey as ever. She wouldn’t admit it to their faces, but she loved that about them.
Zoe and Queenie tiptoed in, playfully mocking the way in which Cordelia was failing at being discrete with her feelings toward the swamp witch. Zoe shut the door behind them all, quickly prepared with Queenie to tease the headmistress.
“Misty and Cordelia sitting in a tree…k-i-s-s-i-n-g!” They whispered in unison, singing the song as if they were two kids teasing one of their friends on the elementary school playground.
“Stop!” Cordelia whispered back, grinning from ear to ear, knowing she’d been caught watching Misty’s every move outside with her and through the window.
“Girl, when are you going to just kiss her already?” Queenie quipped.
“Listen, you two, I don’t know. But— wait, don’t either of you have a class to teach right now?”
“We’re both done for the day. How convenient, right?” Zoe smiled devilishly.
Cordelia just rolled her eyes again, flashing her council a coy smirk right back as she sat down at her desk.
“While you’re already in here aggravating me and interrogating me though, I do want to talk to you about something. Sit down.”
The two witches did as they were told, ready for whatever their Supreme was about to throw at them. Zoe and Queenie glanced at each other smiling before turning their attention back to Cordelia.
“What do you two think about me offering Misty a position here? Teaching.”
“Uhh, Cordelia, in case you forgot, you’re the boss around here. You don’t need our permission.”
“I know, but you’re my right hands, my council. I want to know what you think. I’m not asking for your permission. I’m asking for your input. How do you both feel about her working here alongside us?”
“Well, I think it’d be a great idea. She knows everything you do about plants and herbs, and she—“
“Yeah,” Queenie cut Zoe off to add to their enthusiasm with Cordelia’s decision, “and, I saw her whip up a potion the other day like she’d done it a million times. She knows what she’s doing.”
“She does. She’s very in tune with everything we teach and do in the greenhouse. I know she’s wandering around here every day since she got back trying to find something to do. Trying to find her purpose again. She seems happiest when she’s down there working on stuff.”
“With you,” Zoe encouraged her.
“Well, with or without me down there with her at all times, I just think she would make a great addition to the school. I want to ask her to assist me for a few weeks with my greenhouse classes and then take over my beginner’s potioncraft and gardening classes for the rest of the semester to see how she likes it.”
“Go for it.”
“When are you going to ask her?”
“When she’s done with the yard.”
“Ooh, look at Cordelia getting brave today!” The voodoo witch squirmed in her chair, sharing a chuckle with Zoe at their Supreme’s expense.
“You two get out of my office,” Cordelia barked back at her council playfully.
Zoe and Queenie got up and left, singing quietly together as they exited her office, “Misty and Cordelia sitting in a tree…k-i-s-s-i-n-g!”
What was Cordelia going to do with them? She loved those two witches like her own. They had become her family in the last few years anyway, the three of them forming a close knit bond in the process of working together to bring Robichaux Academy back out of the dark ages and into the public light.
Cordelia busied herself that afternoon with a simple potion for a plant while she waited for the swamp witch to come inside from mowing and landscaping the yard. Finally the back door to her beloved greenhouse opened, a damp curly haired witch emerging into the brisk temperature of the air conditioned dwelling.
“Whew! Oh, my Lord! It feels so good in here.”
“I thought you said you didn’t mind the heat,” Cordelia poked fun at her over her shoulder.
“I don’t, but it doesn’t mean I don’t love to get out of it eventually too sometimes.”
Misty was drenched in sweat, Cordelia’s tank top she’d loaned her soaked through with perspiration, beads of it sitting atop her forearms, neck and chest as she approached the Supreme at the large table in the middle of the room. She’d gotten a little sun outside, her fair skin now having tanned slightly from that bright orange ball in the sky above her.
The headmistress looked her up and down timidly, taking in the gorgeous woman coming up to her while trying not to look like she was checking Misty out. She was though. Again. She looked so hot in Cordelia’s clothes, her hard work showing itself all over her body, her toned arms and legs glistening under the fluorescent light from the sweat still clinging to her. She looked so incredibly sexy in this new look Cordelia had never really seen her in before. The headmistress tried to distract her racing thoughts by complimenting the Cajun on her work.
“Thank you again for doing all that. You really didnt have to. It looks really good out there.”
“Oh, I enjoyed it. Gets me outside in nature.”
“What about being surrounded by nature in here?” Cordelia stood from the stool she was perched on at the table.
Misty flashed Cordelia somewhat of a confused stare, the Supreme smiling at her nervously.
“I love workin’ in here with you, why?”
“Misty, what if I told you you could get paid to work down here in the greenhouse every day?”
“What are ya sayin’?”
“I’m saying I would like to offer you a job teaching down here. I would like you to start out teaching my beginners herbology and potioncraft classes, only if you’re interested. There’s no pressure, and I won’t be upset if you say—“
“Yes!”
The Cajun’s blue eyes lit up as she cut Cordelia off, jumping for joy right into her arms. A tiny “oh” escaped the headmistress as she happily accepted the jovial embrace from her favorite witch.
Misty backed off within a few seconds, remembering that she was covered in sweat while Cordelia was dressed so formally in one of her fancy floral blouses and a pair of black pants. She looked absolutely regal to Misty, the swamp witch feeling like she looked exactly like a swamp rat next to the most powerful witch in the world.
“Sorry. Forgot how sweaty I was!”
“It’s okay,” Cordelia smiled back warmly.
Chocolate irises locked on indigos, and in that moment they both caught another glimpse of what had been lying under the surface between them the whole time. That sexual tension, that longing to be more than friends, the heat rising in both their cores, aching wildly to let it out.
“Umm…” the Supreme exhaled timidly, not knowing what to say next.
“Delia?”
“Hmm?”
Misty made the first move, and it wasn’t another hug. She leaned in quickly while still standing close to Cordelia, and kissed her. Hard. She heard the slight “Mmm” as the headmistress unexpectedly accepted what she was offering. The Cajun cradled the back of Cordelia’s neck to pull her in closer, one hand cupping it then the other.
Cordelia finally let her eyes fall shut, taking in this oh so incredibly overdue moment, tasting the sweet lips of the woman she longed to kiss for so long. Part of that sweetness came from the sweet tea, and for a few seconds Cordelia was glad Zoe forced her to go outside earlier and offer it to Misty.
Cordelia didn’t care about the beads of sweat now beginning to dry against Misty’s skin. She pulled her in, her hands finding a place down the Cajun’s back just under her tank top. She backed Misty up to the brick wall, deepening the kiss with every step they both took until Misty’s back hit it hard.
This was so carnal, so organic in the way it happened, just what they both wanted. Cordelia heard her name, Misty moaning it against her lips as she crashed back into her again, deepening the next kiss even more, smiling devilishly for a moment as she thought of Zoe and Queenie’s little song earlier as they teased her. They may not have been kissing in a tree, but with all the plants surrounding them they were close enough!
Eventually they had to come up for air, Misty finishing what she started by breaking the kiss first. Her eyes said what her lips could not just yet, the remnants of Cordelia’s mouth glistening off of them as she panted.
“Misty…” Cordelia panted back.
“I love you.”
There it was. Misty wasted absolutely no time.
“You do?”
“I’ve loved ya since the day I laid eyes on you.”
“I’ve loved you since the day we were standing right here in this very spot,” Cordelia gushed, “That day we were working on incantations together for the first time.”
“I remember that day,” the swamp witch’s voice softened, “that was my favorite day.”
Cordelia kissed her again, smiling into her as she crashed against her a little more tenderly this time. Suddenly the Supreme felt herself lift off the ground, Misty grabbing her under her knees and wrapping her legs around her waist to walk her back over to the large table in the center of the greenhouse. Cordelia let out a slight yelp at the surprise and the sensation. No one had ever picked her up like this before and carried her.
Misty stood in between her legs, cradling her lower back as the sexual tension just continued to grow and grow between them. She leaned in, pausing just before kissing Cordelia again and smiled.
“What?”
“I just can’t believe I get to do this?”
“Do what?”
“This.”
The Cajun kissed her long and slow, pressing her ringed fingers deeper into the Supreme’s back to pull her closer as she deepened their kiss at the same time. This was so hot. So romantic. So sensual. So incredibly sexy. Cordelia felt the butterflies in her stomach calming as she surrendered to this love. It was all she ever wanted after all. To be held like this, cared for like this. Looked at like this.
“You’re so damn beautiful. I’m so in love with you, Delia. I just— I can’t believe I get to say it to ya out loud finally.”
“Same,” the headmistress eventually spit out after attempting to find the right words to respond.
The two witches smiled at one another with their eyes this time, closing the tiny gap between them with another long kiss.
“And may I say you look really hot out there mowing the grass.”
“Oh?” Misty cut her a devilish grin, “why didn’t ya tell me that earlier when ya brought me that delicious sweet tea outside?”
“I was uhh…” Cordelia shook it off chuckling.
She had been entirely too nervous earlier, trying not to appear that way in front of Misty. Now she realized she’d failed at that. The swamp witch was onto her the whole time.
“So, ya like this look, huh?” Misty backed away, throwing her hands on her hips to let Cordelia get another good look at her post landscaping aesthetic.
Cordelia nodded coyly, her hands snaking around Misty’s back again to pull her closer. Neither of them could keep their hands off each other now that they had full permission to do so.
“Delia?” Misty’s voice softened suddenly.
“Yeah?”
“You’re really offering me a job workin’ here with you and Queenie and Zoe?”
“Can you start Monday if I go over some stuff with you this weekend?”
“You’re serious?”
“Yes,” the Supreme nodded, smiling proudly.
“Then of course I can,” Misty embellished her answer with another kiss, this one a short peck but still so full of love and gratitude.
“You promise this is something you want?”
“I do want it. I want so many things with you. Is it too soon to say somethin’ like that?”
“No,” Cordelia pressed her lips together in a timid smile, so in love with the woman she never thought she’d get to have in this way.
Misty fell into Cordelia again, this time wrapping her in a hug as tight as the day she’d come back to her from her own person Hell. Another embrace as they both let the reality sink in that this is what they couldn’t wait for, and now they had it.
Cordelia kissed the Cajun again, Misty kissing her back like she’d waited her whole life to kiss her. In a way she had. Long before she knew Cordelia was the one she’d been searching for, she was searching for that one person to make her feel whole. To make her feel seen and heard. Understood. Loved so unconditionally. She finally had the tribe she’d been looking for for so long, now in one person. One woman. One witch.
“You have the job. Can I offer you something else?”
“What’s that?”
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
Misty chuckled, biting her bottom lip before curling it nervously. She shook her head, still finding it hard to believe this was her life now. This gift of a woman holding her so carefully, so lovingly.
“Absolutely, yes!”
Misty was giddy inside, crashing into Cordelia with a smile a mile wide as she took in this moment with her. It would take a while for this to all sink in for both of them. The swamp witch coming back from Hell was a miracle in itself, and while Cordelia wanted what was happening right now with Misty deep down, she used to tell herself getting Misty back in any capacity at all would have been enough. Now she had more than enough in her arms, and oh, how she never wanted to let go.
“I have wanted this with you for a long time, even before you died in my arms.”
“You’re all I thought about in between havin’ to slice that poor frog open in Hell for two long years.”
“Really?”
The Cajun nodded solemnly, a simple “yeah” coming out as a whisper as Misty began to tear up. The waterworks sent Cordelia into a similar spiral.
“I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you that day.”
“Huh uh,” Misty stopped her immediately.
“What?”
“I don’t wanna talk about that right now. It’s not your fault. Will ya just kiss me again?”
With tears and sadness in her eyes, Cordelia still smiled through the pain of reliving that fateful day she lost the love of her life. She cradled Misty’s face in her hands, her thumb wiping a tear as it began to roll down her cheek.
“I can do that.”
What started as a sweet, tender peck on the lips this time quickly grew heated. Misty leaned into Cordelia, pressing her down on the table, the headmistress moaning in delight at this new position she’d found herself in with her new girlfriend hovering over her in the greenhouse. She flashed Misty a coy smirk, her eyes questioning what move she was about to make next!
“I got two jobs and a girlfriend in one day. How productive!”
The Supreme burst out in laughter, that solemn tone that had filled the room only minutes prior now broken by Misty’s enthusiastic sense of humor.
“Two jobs?”
“Yeah, workin’ in the greenhouse and mowing the yard!”
“Mowing the yard is a temporary gig until I can hire someone full time.”
“Well, fine. But until ya do, ya can always bring me some sweet tea outside as I trim the hedges.”
The headmistress rolled her eyes laughing. This woman was everything. Funny, predictable and unpredictable at the same time, warm, soft, sexy, careful with her. Cordelia was so in love. Misty was so in love. Cordelia used her powers to shut and lock the greenhouse door, keeping everyone out as she and her now girlfriend made out on the table. They didn’t go all the way that first day together, but the buildup of what was to come and when fueled their desires more and more.
This confession of love they’d been waiting for forever. That first kiss. That giddy nervousness between them that led to two witches unable to keep their hands, eyes and lips off of each other. Misty and Cordelia couldn’t wait to begin their forever together. Who knew a little sweat and sweet tea could lead to something so incredible!
Cordelia stood at the long table in the center of her greenhouse a year later, staring down at one of her begonias as she mixed a paste to apply to the leaves to try to spruce up its growth process. She was in deep thought and concentration when a certain curly haired witch came up behind her and gripped her hips, placing a lingering peck to her neck.
The landscaper was sick, Misty taking over yard duties that weekend for him, enjoying her time out in nature to keep the grounds of Robichaux Academy looking neat and trimmed, a task she’d gladly taken on a few times since that first offer to help a year ago.
The Supreme had been so locked in on her potted flowers she didn’t even sense Misty coming up behind her. The swamp witch smelled of sweat and fresh cut grass, but there was a sweetness mixed in, the scent of sweet tea on her breath as her lips trailed up Cordelia’s cheek. Somehow the blending of these two scents worked wonders on Cordelia, turning her on in ways she never imagined such scents could.
“Mmm, ya know what I’ve always wanted to do?” Misty smiled against Cordelia’s cheek.
“What’s that?” The Supreme grinned back, her eyes falling shut at how good Misty’s lips felt against her skin.
“Make out with you in here.”
“We make out in here sometimes,” Cordelia leaned her head back to question Misty’s request.
It was true. When they had the greenhouse to themselves they were sometimes guilty of a little kiss here and there turning into needy hands and groping hips. But they’d never gone all the way in Cordelia’s beloved indoor garden.
“Well, let me rephrase that then. I wanna do naughty things to you in here.”
“Oh! Well…why don’t you act on your desires then?”
“Really?” Misty leaned back now too, not actually expecting Cordelia to agree to her somewhat salacious request.
The headmistress just nodded seductively, chocolate brown eyes giving Misty permission to proceed however she felt necessary depending on how worked up she was. And worked up she certainly was!
Misty turned her girlfriend around abruptly, lifting her onto the table and opening her legs so she could stand in between them. The begonias knocked over, the pot rolling off the table to crash onto the ground.
“I’ll fix those for ya later.”
Cordelia sucked her lips in, biting the bottom one as Misty yanked her towards her by her shirt. The Supreme latched onto the swamp witch’s forearms to hold on, the heat from the humidity outside along with the sweat still staining Misty’s tanned skin so incredibly hot to Cordelia’s touch. She noticed it dripping down Misty’s shoulders, something now dripping in between her legs at the same time.
The greenhouse door slammed shut, the sound of the lock stealing Cordelia’s attention away from Misty for a brief second before she turned back to her girlfriend, ready for whatever Misty wanted to do to her on that table. The Cajun wasted no time, crashing into her girlfriend with her lips on hers to get her warmed up for a few minutes before she forcefully tugged at the button of Cordelia’s jeans to unfasten them. She slid the zipper down slowly, this act so erotic to the headmistress every time she did it.
Misty slid her hand down into Cordelia’s underwear, the gasp heard by every plant and flower in the room with them. She could feel how wet Cordelia was and smiled. The most powerful witch in the world was like putty in Misty’s hands, powerless to stop her any time soon.
“What do ya want?” The Cajun moaned out low against Cordelia’s lips.
“Misty…”
“That’s a good answer.”
Her hand slid lower, the arousal already soaking her fingers as she pressed them into slick folds, Cordelia falling into her shoulder as she surrendered her entire body to the swamp witch’s touch. She moaned. Misty moaned back, fingering Cordelia until she came undone, shaking violently on that table for her.
“I’m so glad your daddy taught you how to do yard work,” Cordelia panted heavily.
Misty chuckled, leaning in for a lingering kiss before she was pushed back, her girlfriend hopping down from the table with her unzipped jeans still up, her crisp white button down shirt half unbuttoned. Cordelia pressed her weight into Misty until she crossed the room to land against the wall.
“Mmm!”
“My turn,” Cordelia lifted Misty’s tank top before yanking her own jean shorts from her girlfriend’s waist, the same ones she loaned the Cajun a year ago that Misty never gave back along with the Birkenstocks still barely protecting her bare feet.
“Delia, Baby…oh, God…”
“Now, what do you want?”
“I think I just said it.”
Without warning, the headmistress slid her hand down into her girlfriend’s bikini briefs and felt something more than sweat heat her hand. Misty was soaking wet from making Cordelia cum, now she was about to have that glorious surprise reciprocated back to her.
Cordelia fucked her against the brick wall, wrapping Misty’s legs around her waist as she held her up and fingered her hard at the same time. Within minutes she had her girlfriend cumming like putty in her hand, Misty jolting violently against her and the wall she was backed into as her orgasm raged throughout her body.
“Fire the yard guy…” the swamp witch panted desperately against the Supreme’s neck.
“Why?” Cordelia chucked.
“So I can come in here after doin’ the yard work and get ya all hot and bothered like that all the time, and we can fuck while the plants watch.”
Cordelia threw her head back cackling a devilish witchy laugh, biting her bottom lip as she leaned her head closer to Misty again.
“You’re kinky, you know that?”
“Ya like it. Admit it.”
Cordelia nodded. Of course she liked it. She lowered Misty down slowly, the Cajun’s legs still shaky from the massive climax still running through her, her girlfriend holding her by her waist as she leaned her back against the wall to kiss her again.
“Don’t really fire him though. He does a great job around here.”
“He does. I’m not firing him. But you can fill in for him any time you want. And just know you don’t have to come in here all hot and sweaty to get me worked up. You can come in here any which way and kiss my neck like that again and get me going,” Cordelia smiled against Misty’s lips.
“Ya love me all dirty and sweaty though, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” the headmistress sighed heavily, still so turned on by Misty’s landscaping look, “I love you every way you give yourself to me.”
Cordelia’s answer came out more seriously that time, Misty falling in love her all over again just at that statement alone. She curled her lip, cradling the Supreme’s face as she kissed her back deeply.
“I love ya so much.”
“I love you too.”
“It’s not long enough, ya know?”
“What isn’t?”
“Forever.”
Cordelia sighed again. Oh, to be loved by this insanely gorgeous but vulnerable and devoted woman. No one had ever loved Cordelia Goode like Misty Day did. And, no one had ever loved Misty the way Cordelia did. The two witches closed the gap between them with yet another smiley kiss, making out tenderly for a while in their greenhouse, more in love and hot for each other than ever.
It started with a little sweat and sweet tea. And now it would continue to grow into something called forever between them.
“The yard looks really great again, by the way. Thank you.”
“Take me upstairs and thank me,” Misty coaxed Cordelia out of the greenhouse for the night, the Supreme following her gladly to finish showing her appreciation.
The plants would have to wait to watch their witch mamas in action another time.