Lux Calida

Chapter One

Seven days had passed since telekinetic movie star Madison Montgomery was returned to the mortal coil by Misty Day, hippie-chic, swamp-dwelling witch and healer extraordinaire. And in those seven days, she hadn't once even peeked out of her room. Of course, no one could be bothered to come check in on her. She was a raging bitch, after all.

That night, Misty sat at the dinner table with the rest of the Coven, picking absently at her food, the lost soul upstairs weighing heavily on her mind.

Abruptly, she stood and cleared her plate, disappearing in a flurry of shawl tassels, golden curls and clacking boot heels. The witches at the table stared after her.

"Where that dirty hippie running off to?" Queenie asked, her voice full of snide derision.

"To Madison," Nan replied. She'd clearly been eavesdropping on people's thoughts again. "She thinks we're - bad people. For leaving Madison alone."

Queenie snorted. "If she's too dumb to know that Madison Montgomery is a stone cold bitch who would kill her over a bump of coke, that's her own problem. Stupid, inbred hick."

With that, they returned to their meal.

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"Madison?" Misty called as she knocked, her sweet, southern drawl gentle and laced with concern.

"Go away," Madison snapped in response.

Misty clicked her tongue. "Maddi, honey, I'm comin' in."

She opened the door, ignoring the girl's sharp protests.

Madison was on the bed facing the ceiling. She shot one hard glance at Misty, before rolling her hazel eyes and covering her face in her hands.

"The fuck do you want, Swamp Bitch."

Misty ignored the insult, slowly making her way closer.

"Just come to check on ya," she said. "I know you been through somethin' terrible."

"Yeah, well I'm fucking fine. Now get the hell out."

Misty shifted her weight.

"Now, Maddi, I know you ain't fine."

"Stop calling me that."

"Ain't nobody fine right after dyin'. It takes time." Misty heard a small sob and paused briefly. "And care. You ain't alone. I'm here for ya."

Madison rolled on her side, facing the wall.

"Leave me alone, god dammit," she whispered.

Misty turned to leave, but stopped, looking back at Madison's curled up form on the bed. She glanced once more from the door to the silently crying girl, internal conflict playing across her features.

With a small sigh, she turned her back to the door, hitching up her skirts, and climbing into Madison's bed. She held her breath, waiting for the impending attack, as she settled in behind the young witch and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"The Hell, Swampy, get your dyke ass out of my bed!" Madison snarled, turning abruptly to face the woman. Misty caught her in an embrace, pulling her to her breast even as Madison thrashed and spit like a cat in a baptismal font.

"It's alright, Maddi, it's - ow, hey stop that- It's OK - ouch, Jesus - I got ya, lil girl, let it on out."

Madison landed one last thump to Misty's chest, accompanied by a hearty "Fuck you, bitch!" before collapsing into a sobbing mess.

"There ya go, darlin'," Misty cooed softly, before pressing a light kiss to Madison's forehead.

The girl trembled, tightly gripping the woman's shawl and burying her face in her neck, and Misty clicked her tongue again, squeezing Madison's delicate frame impossibly tighter.

They continued this way for a time, before the girl's painful sobs settled into silent tears.

"Maddi, honey," Misty murmured. "You wanna talk about it?"

The girl shook her head against Misty's neck.

"Madison.." she insisted gently, wiping tears away with her ringed thumb. "I been there, too. A few times.　 I understand. You can tell me anythang."

Silence.

Misty sighed and dropped a kiss into silky hair.

"Hey.." The word was barely audible.

"Yeah, Maddi."

"Did you - did you see a light? Or anything?"

Misty cocked her head to one side. "Well, sure I did. It's always real bright, but every time I head toward it, my teeth start vibratin' and my body calls me back to it. Why?"

Madison sniffed. "I didn't see anything. Mine was cold and dark and quiet. There was nothing."

If she'd been looking at Misty's face, she would have seen abject horror written all over it.

Madison had visited Limbo. For most people, stuck means stuck, and in all Misty's years, she'd never wanted to come close to knowing such a desolate, hopeless place.

"Well, darlin', that don't matter now," she said brightly, in a bid to drive back both their thoughts of endless darkness. "You're back and I'm here for ya."

Madison looked up at her and smiled, and Misty's breath hitched at the sight. Perhaps she'd never really looked at her before.

Or perhaps her wide mouthed smile was just that radiant. But right now, despite her ashen complexion and black eye circles, she was breathtaking.

"Thank you," the girl whispered.

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After Misty left the room, Madison stood up and stepped into the shower, letting the water flow down over her tear stained, pretty face, her thin, delicate body and long, coltish legs. For the first time since Fiona slit her throat and drained the life out of her body, she felt something beyond empty, crushing loneliness.

It might have been friendship. Maybe affection. Almost certainly lust. Stepping out from under the spray, Madison looked at her reflection and rolled her eyes.

great. you have the hots for that swamp rat? really? should've just stayed dead.

A tiny smile tugged at the corners of her full lips.

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Misty, fresh from her own shower, twirled to Fleetwood Mac in the middle of her room, stark naked but for her many rings and bracelets, and the shawl held out behind her. The woman's skin was dewy, her body sculpted and strong. She was a striking sight to behold.

Fully absorbed in the music and the thoughts of one hazel eyed, dirty blonde dancing in her head, she failed to hear the knock at the door. Nor did she notice when the same door opened and the object of said thoughts walked in and closed it behind her. In fact, she didn't notice anything amiss until the song ended and Madison uttered a hungry and appreciative "Damn, Swampy."

At this, the witch spun back to face the door, unable to conceal the surprise on her face as she wrapped the shawl quickly around her nude body.

"M-Madison," she breathed out, followed by a nervous chuckle. "Ya ever hearda knockin'?"

Madison smirked.

"I knocked. You didn't hear me, I'm guessing because you were balls deep into 'Edge of Seventeen.'"

Misty turned bright red, but managed a weak smile.

"So, uh.. How long were ya standin' there?"

Madison slowly walked toward her, a strange glint in her eye and an extra swing in her hips.

"Long enough."

Misty swallowed hard.

"Maddi," she whispered. The girl didn't respond, but simply continued closing the space between them.

"Maddi," she tried again, louder this time. "What're you doin'?"

"Well," Madison paused with a smirk, inches from the woman now. "You. If I play my cards right."

Misty shivered visibly, and wrapped her shawl tighter around herself, praying Madison hadn't noticed her suddenly rock hard nipples.

"Madison," she rasped quietly, not trusting her own voice, "if this is about earlier, well, I'm sorry, but that ain't what I was gettin' at."

"Come on, you pushed your whole body up against me and held me so tight, I could feel your heart beat, " the girl replied, her tone smooth and seductive. "Nobody gets that close to someone unless they're thinking of fucking them."

"Oh, is that right?" Misty husked, subconsciously edging closer and holding Madison's intense gaze.

"Mmhmm. And I know you're lonely too. I mean, how much action were you really getting out there in the sticks? And I know Cordelia isn't giving it up anytime soon, no matter how obvious you are."

The woman blushed at this last, but didn't look away. Madison continued undaunted. She reached for the taller witch's surprisingly warm hand, interlacing their fingers and watching blue eyes flutter closed.

"We could be good for each other," the girl whispered, suddenly vulnerable as she searched the other's face.

Misty Day, tired of being alone, of being starved of love, of craving human connection, opened her eyes, pulled in a deep, shaky breath, and let her shawl drop around her ankles.

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Madison smirked, blatantly leering at Misty's body.

"Whatcha lookin' at, Maddi?" the woman purred. "Ain'tcha ever seen a naked girl before?"

"Never one like you," came the sincere reply. In truth, faced with the sight of Misty's alabaster skin, beautifully muscled legs and small, perfect breasts, not even Madison Montgomery could formulate a witty remark.

Misty cocked an eyebrow, supressing a grin, before biting her bottom lip.

"Well, ya gonna stand there and gape?　 Or ya plannin' on puttin' hands on me some time soon?"

Suddenly unable to stem the tide of her long stifled sex drive, she didn't wait for an answer, and instead pressed herself against Madison's still clothed body, taking the younger witch's face in her hands and kissing her soundly. Madison reciprocated, grabbing fistfuls of wild blonde curls and slipping her tongue between Cupid's bow lips, eliciting a throaty moan from her new lover. Madison smiled into the kiss, feeling the ravenous desperation coming off of Misty in waves.

This was going to be fun.

Abruptly she pushed the witch away using her well-honed telekinesis. Stormy eyes shot wide open at the unseen force pushing into her chest. Madison, both hands free and her new toy not going anywhere, began to strip, almost painfully slowly. Misty, still checked by that crushing invisible power, could only watch and whimper and beg the young witch to hurry as the fire in her lower belly raged in earnest.

Finally, Madison stood nude, a smug grin on her face. "You like what you see, baby?"

Misty, heart pounding in her ears, could only moan in response, worry her bottom lip and stare. The girl had a slim, dainty figure and incredible supermodel legs. Her breasts were firm and round, generous handfuls that suited her petite build perfectly.

The swamp witch's assessment was interrupted by a gasp and a squeal from her own lips as she was unexpectedly tossed through the air like a rag doll. Bracing herself for impact, she was surprised to find herself being let down gently onto the bed. Madison giggled from across the room.

"Jesus, Madison," the woman breathed. "Yer a lil scary sometimes, ya know?"

Without warning, the girl transmutated and appeared on top of her, drawing a startled yelp from her delicate little mouth, before pushing her down into the pillows.

"Oh, but you love it."

Misty was not ashamed to admit that it was true.

Madison straddled the woman, leaning in to kiss her, but she was stopped by a flat palm pressed against her chest.

"Wait," Misty rasped. "Roll over. Let me do somethin' first."

"Bossy much?" Madison teased, not moving.

Misty rolled her eyes and sighed, before swiftly flipping their positions.

"Yer damn right I am," her Cajun accent thick with arousal and dominance. "An' stronger'n you, too. So best behave yerself, girl."

Madison groaned inwardly, and Misty smiled. Nobody ever pegged her for a domme.

"Surprise, bitch," she added with a wink.

With that, her demeanor visibly softened, the palms of her hands heated up and took on a nearly imperceptible glow, and she laid them on Madison's face, muttering in Latin. Drawing a breath deep into her belly, she ghosted her lips over her lover's mouth and slowly exhaled.

Madison, not understanding what was happening but hardly in a position to resist, received the woman's breath, and a warmth began to spread through her body, from her lips, down her neck, all the way to her toes, which had been chronically cold long before her death. Suddenly unsettled by this new feeling, this strange, gentle invasion of her body, she stared up into dark blue eyes, and Misty gazed back, grinning.

"There you are," she whispered. "You look.. alive."

Madison looked, awestruck, at the restored color in her hands and arms. She stared back up at the witch on top of her, suddenly aware of the magnitude of her untapped power.

"Ya know, Maddi," Misty murmured, "You're awful cute when you're scared. You look like a lost little girl."

"Shut the fuck up," the young witch snapped back, ill accustomed to displaying such timid vulnerability.

Misty snarled and grabbed a hank of dirty blonde hair, making Madison squeal.

"Can the attitude, witch bitch, 'fore I slap it right outta ya."

Madison's jaw dropped. Never having been on the receiving end of such treatment, she glared daggers, but didn't say a word.

"Good girl," Misty growled, claiming her open, wide mouth with her own tight little pucker, sucking and biting down on a full lower lip, and thus producing a warm trickle down the inside of Madison's thigh as she submitted to the swamp witch and her insistent kisses.

Lost in the taste of the woman's mouth and the strange heat which had spread from her palms to roll off her rippling body, Madison opened her legs wide, wrapping them around Misty's waist and digging her heels into her lover's bare ass, while her perfectly manicured nails sunk into the ivory skin of her back. Misty pulled out of their kiss, reattaching her lips to the girl's elegant neck, and running a hand down her flat belly. Encountering Madison's slick, shaved pussy, she wasted no time teasing, instead rubbing all over it hard with the heel of her hand.

Impatient and love hungry creature that she was, she quickly changed tactics, plunging two long, ringed fingers into her lover's dripping entrance without any hint of warning. Madison gasped at the sudden penetration, and fought to catch her breath, Misty lustfully panting right along with her.

"Why, Miss Montgomery," the Cajun drawled, her sweet tone in sharp contrast to the tension and heat of the situation. "What a tight lil pussy you have. Not what I was expectin', given yer reputation."

A vicious snarl ripped from the mouth of the younger witch as she angrily shoved against Misty's chest.

The swamp witch chuckled, roughly pushing Madison back down by her throat.

"Down, girl," she muttered, kissing her tenderly on the lips.

Madison soon forgot the offense, her attention diverted to the mounting pressure between her legs. Deft fingers twisted and worked inside her, milking out her pleasure, causing it to bubble and spill over.

"Oh Fuck.. I... I... Ohhhhhh," her words fell apart as Misty fucked her harder, thrusting powerfully with her hips to help force her fingers deeper inside.

Momentarily halting her nipping and suckling at the girl's earlobe, she softly whispered, "Not yet. Don't do it yet."

Madison let out a frustrated scream, the sound eliciting an involuntary tightening of Misty's lower abdomen, as though her very womb was twitching in arousal.

"Patience," she purred, moving lower to take an erect, light brown nipple into her mouth. Madison jerked upright with a sharp cry, Misty's fingers still buried deep inside her. The swamp witch, unperturbed, sucked harder still, licking the sharp peak before grazing it with her teeth. Madison's answering wail was cut off by a pale hand squeezing around her throat, effectively closing off her air supply. Her eyes snapped to Misty, who cocked an eye brow.

"I said, 'Down girl,'" her soft tone once again belying her actions as she forcefully pinned her bitch back to the bed. With no free hand to support her now, Misty let herself rest on Madison's slender frame, crushing her beneath the weight of her strong build. In all this, she never slowed her hips' and fingers' incessant pounding.

The hand around Madison's throat moved to her other nipple, twisting, rolling, and tugging on it, mirroring the lips and teeth at the other breast. Madison wound her fingers into Misty's long blonde curls, hyperventilating and close to tears from scorching pleasure and the effort of holding back her orgasm.

"Misty," she gasped. "Baby, please."

The Cajun released the nipple in her mouth and kissed Madison's flushed cheek.

"OK," she murmured. "Let it go for me, darlin'."

With that, the starlet's eyes rolled into her head, her back bowed up violently, and an unbridled scream reverberated through the room, long fingers holding their pace and drawing the moment out to its fullest potential. As the last flutters of Madison's orgasm subsided, Misty withdrew her fingers, slipping them into her own mouth, rings and all, to suck and lick them clean, sighing at the taste and the beautifully erotic sight and sound of the witch dissolving into a post orgasmic puddle.

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No one kept track of how much time had passed since Madison found her release. Misty had held the girl close in her strong, pale arms, whispering sweet nothings as her breathing slowed and her lithe body ceased convulsing. Finally, hazel eyes opened and looked up into stormy blues.

"I've never busted a nut like that before," Madison said, grinning.

Leave it to her to try and ruin the moment with that deliberately vulgar mouth.

Misty, recognizing the defense mechanism for what it was, wrinkled her nose at the expression and chuckled softly.

"Yeah, an' you ain't ever called be by my name, neither," she teased. "It's always 'swamp bitch this' and 'hillbilly that.'"

Madison blushed. "God, I - Um-"

Misty giggled, and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"It's alright, I know them's just your terms of affection. But I like the way my name sounds comin' out your pretty lips."

Madison rolled her eyes, but this time it was softer somehow, more good natured.

Misty sighed, and held her tight with her right arm. The left disappeared back under the blanket, and the Cajun closed her eyes.

Madison watched briefly, shifting to get a better view of Misty's pretty face, noticing the small tug of a lip or furrow of a brow as her hand worked invisibly under the blanket.

The girl cleared her throat, and Misty cracked open one eye to look at her.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Gettin' mine," she replied, letting her eye lid fall shut.

Madison cleared her throat once more.

"What, Maddi."

"I'm right here, you know."

"So ya are."

The girl sighed in exasperation, before adopting a husky tone. "My fingers work perfectly fine."

The woman arched her eyebrows and smirked, but didn't open her eyes.

Madison huffed and shifted her position, stretching her neck up to lick the shell of Misty's ear.

"So does my tongue."

Misty couldn't bite back the moan that slipped from her lips as she rolled over and captured the girl's mouth in hers.