Lux Calida

Misty had watched, only slightly disappointed, when Madison gathered her effects and left. The girl's healing process had begun, she supposed, and it didn't make a difference if she stayed the night or went.　

Somewhat sated for the first time since before her fiery execution, Misty stretched her spent body, before making her way to the closet. From behind a considerable collection of boots, she produced a bong and a baggie. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, she packed the bowl with dank green and took a deep hit.

"Mmmm Mads, ya don't know what you're missin'," Misty mumbled to herself.

As the room grew hazy, the Cajun drew a final lungful of silver smoke, before laying back and sighing contentedly.

"Well, Misty Day," she murmured to herself. "Ya fucked. Ya baked. Now there's just one more thang."

With that, she rose to her feet and padded, barefoot and buck naked, downstairs to the kitchen.

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Morning came much too soon at Miss Robichaux's. And with it, came a knock at the swamp witch's bedroom door.

"Misty?" a soft voice called, knuckles rapping lightly against the wood. "Misty, are you awake?"

The woman groaned to herself, not mustering the energy to answer.

The knocking stopped, and instead the door slowly opened as Cordelia entered. Her dark eyes fell to her friend lying face down, sprawled out on top of the bed, and immediately Cordelia spun back to face the opposite direction.

"Oh my god, you're naked," the woman gasped out.

Misty lifted her head, looking her own body over with a smirk.

"So I am. Hiya, Miss Cordelia."

"I- um- I'm so sorry, Misty, I didn't mean to burst in on you, " she stammered out.

The Cajun chuckled, standing up and stretching with an exaggerated sigh, her rosy nipples hardening and goosebumps breaking out over her porcelain skin.

"For Christ's sake, Delia, we're both girls here, you ain't gotta stare at the wall."

Cordelia, red-faced now, turned toward Misty, focusing high and away on a spot beyond her friend's shoulder, determinedly avoiding her nude form.

"That's better," the wild witch practically purred, leaning casually against the wall "Now, to what do I owe the pleasure of the headmistress visitin' my chamber?" she said, only half teasing.

"I- well, it's time for breakfast." Delia's voice was soft but even this time. "I would hate for you to miss it. I know you love to eat." Her plush lips curled upward mischievously and Misty laughed.

"Well, now, that's real sweet of ya, Miss Delia," she said. "I'll be right down."

Cordelia nodded and turned to leave. As the door opened, she paused and glanced back over her shoulder.

"Oh, and Misty?"

"Ma'am."

"Do be sure and put some clothes on first. We don't need the girls developing body image issues because of you."

With that, she was gone, leaving Misty grinning.

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Madison stood leaning against the kitchen counter working on a bowl of cereal when Misty breezed into the room.

"Mornin', y'all," she addressed the rest of the Coven seated at the table, receiving a couple sleepy sounds of acknowledgement in return.

"Hey, Maddi," she said with a smile, wrapping her arms around the girl and pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

Madison let out a piercing shriek, wrenching herself violently out of the woman's embrace.

"Wh- Madison, what's wrong?" Misty asked, wide eyed and utterly taken aback.

"Stay the fuck off me!" Madison screamed. "Cordelia, what kind of shitty headmistress subjects her students to this bullshit?!"

"Maddi.." the Cajun tried softly, but was immediately cut off.

"Don't fucking call me that!" she spat. "Why don't you just twirl your rape-y vibes back to that shithole swamp?"

The hurt, shocked expression on the woman's face brought instant regret of her words, a hint of apology briefly softening her features, before she bolted from the kitchen.

Misty stared after her, frozen in place with her chin on her chest.

Her silent contemplation was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. She turned to look at the witches seated at the table and realized they'd all been staring at her, likely for that entire ugly incident.

"So," Queenie began, "you feel like explaining what that was all about?"

Misty glanced from the voodoo doll, to Cordelia, to the clock on the wall behind them, back to Cordelia, before wordlessly turning around and grabbing four or five bagels, shoving one in her mouth, and getting the hell out of Dodge.

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Madison pulled in a deep breath, smoothing the front of her dress and rolling her shoulders, before slowly, hesitantly turning the knob of the Greenhouse door.

Misty, deep in concentration, didn't look up as she breathed new life into a shrivelled, dead aloe plant, before carefully snapping off the end of a fresh, green leaf. Pressing the thick gel to her thumb, she threw her head back and practically moaned with relief.

Her pain soothed, Misty finally acknowledged the presence of the other witch, trying for a blank expression but unable to keep the cold edge out of her stare.

"Hey," the girl spoke.

Misty didn't respond.

"What did you to your thumb?"

She encountered the same stony silence.

"Look, about earlier," she started, but the swamp witch abruptly cut her off.

"What about earlier, Madison?" she snapped, turning her back to pick some dead leaves off an orchid and crumble them to fine powder between her fingers. "I ain't some heart broken school girl, I'm used to people bein' too good for me, bein' ashamed of me."

"Misty that's not-"

"Don't motherfuckin' lie to me!" Her snap had turned to a bark. "I don't need yer fake pity, or retroactive conscience, or whatever the hell this is."

Madison crossed the room to stand next to the wild witch.

"Misty, just hear me out," she said softly, almost pleading.

The woman sighed and turned to face her.

"Well go on then. Spit it the fuck out,"she growled.　

The girl sighed, carefully choosing her words.

"Look, this has nothing to do with you."

Misty arched an eyebrow and pursed her lips, but didn't say a word. Madison continued.

"I have a reputation, as you know. I don't have friends. I don't have feelings. I don't know how to love. And I sure as hell am not a lesbian. Bisexual. Whatever."

"Oh right, course not, all that screamin' an' pantin' an' carryin' on, that was on account of yer straight self not appreciatin' me and my rape-y vibes," Misty said acidly as she folded her arms across her chest, piercing gaze boring into the younger witch.

"Shit," Madison huffed. With seemingly great effort, she added, "I'm.. I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of it." She reached out and took Misty's hand in hers, chancing a smile.　 "Please, will you forgive me?"

The swamp witch visibly softened at the touch, a tiny smirk gracing her lips.

"Well, Maddi, I know that apology musta burnt on the way out, given what a cold, prideful bitch you are."

Madison shot her a narrowed glare.

"I forgive you. But ya owe me."

The girl leaned forward, catching the woman's lips in a quick but searing kiss.

"Don't worry, I plan on making it up to you," she purred with a grin.

Just then, the door slowly opened.

Madison's eyes went wide, and Misty froze, unsure of what to expect, what her reaction should be as Delia entered the greenhouse.

She needn't have worried; The starlet's acting was on point.

"And furthermore, there isn't enough alcohol in this goddam state to make me look twice at someone with a vagina!" she spat. "But I know that's a lot of big words for your hillbilly ass, so let me break it down for you: I'm not gay, you creepy. hippie. bitch." She over enunciated her final statement for effect, hard eyes fixed on the wild witch.

Cordelia froze in place, uncertain of what she'd walked in on, whether she should turn and leave, or stay and prevent bloodshed.

Misty gestured casually with her hand, and convincingly threw out a dismissive "Fine, Hollywood, you ain't the only hot piece of ass 'round here. An' there's plenty that's less crazy, too."

Madison responded with a flash of both middle fingers.

"Girls.. " the headmistress began cautiously.

"What, Cordelia," the two witches barked in unison.

Had the situation not been so bizarrely uncomfortable, Delia might have laughed softly to herself. As it were, she could only stammer a mild reprimand, urging them to give each other space for the sake of peace in the Coven.

They stared her down silently, Madison with hands on her hips, a picture of barely contained rage, Misty leaned against the counter, a study in cool indifference. Poor Cordelia could only sigh and retrieve the unlabeled jar she had come for, shaking her head as she closed the door behind herself.

Certain the headmistress was long gone, the two blondes finally made eye contact, breaking the silence with a fit of giggles.

"Ya know, Mads, ya really ain't half bad," Misty began, mischief dancing in her blue eyes. "Don't know why everybody says you're such a shitty actress."

"Fuck you," the girl retorted, grabbing blonde curls and kissing the woman fiercely.

Misty chuckled against full lips, before pulling back and purring, "Alright, but not here. Ain't about to get walked in on. You'd throw me to the wolves and cry 'rape'."

"You bet your sweet ass."

"Uh huh, so your room or mine?"

"Mine in ten minutes," said the starlet as she turned on her stiletto and strode to the door. "Don't be late."

She grabbed the handle ferociously, screaming slurs and insults back over her shoulder into the greenhouse on the off chance anyone was listening. A wicked smirk grew on her lips as she trotted up the steps to her room.

Misty stared after her, shifting her weight from one leather-booted foot to the other, squeezing her thighs together in an unsuccessful attempt at blunting the edge of her arousal. When exactly eight minutes had passed, she bolted from her spot at a dead run. In her hasty flight to her lover's bed, she slammed the full force of her muscular frame directly into Cordelia, who let out a startled gasp as she lost her balance. The wild witch was quick with her reflexes, catching the headmistress before any harm was done.

"Oh Miss Cordelia, I'm so sorry!" she squeezed out between pants. "You alright?"

"I'm- I'm fine," Delia stammered, acutely aware of the other woman's strong arms wrapped around her, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. "What on Earth is the matter?"

"Nothin', nothin', long as yer OK, I'll catch ya later, Miss." With that, Misty was gone, and Cordelia was left standing in the hall.

The swamp witch was tall, and her long legs took the stairs two at a time, remarkably steady on her feet, given the height of her heels. When she reached the telekinetic's door, she glanced up and down the deserted corridor, before bursting in without so much as a knock.

The door slammed shut behind her, making her flinch, and gasp as she felt a sharp tug of her blonde mane.

"You're late," Madison whispered, breath tickling the woman's ear.

Misty could barely hear herself think over the pounding of her heart. She swallowed hard and breathed deep.

"I know, I 'bout knocked Cordelia on her ass roundin' the corner."

Madison tugged a little harder on her lover's curls.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, bitch," she hissed. "Cordelia flat on her back, spread open for you.."

Misty visibly shivered at the girl's words. There was no denying the truth of them.

Madison huffed, and it briefly occurred to Misty that she may have blown her chance. But then, the starlet bit her ear roughly, snarling "Slut," and pressing flush against her body, and the Cajun knew she needn't have worried.