cordeliaisgoode // @cordeliaisgoode
A double take flashed beneath Cordelia’s glasses as the swamp witch danced her way across the room. Delia felt her mouth go dry and her fingertips go numb, and she clumsily pulled her glasses off her nose. “Misty, I-” She found herself at a loss for words. Her hands- practically automatically- closed her planner shut and slid it away from her across the surface of her desk. Her gaze coasted over every hill and valley on the other woman’s body, memorizing the places where the lace hovered just above Misty’s skin. Standing slowly, Delia crossed to the front of her desk with short, sporadic steps. Biting her lip, she crossed her arms in front of her chest and giggled. “Misty, this isn’t fair.”
A husky laugh bubbled from the lips of the swamp witch as she arched her back seductively and watched her Supreme falter and stutter, a rare occasion for Cordelia that Misty couldn’t help but feel rather smug with herself for. A small triumphant grin spread over Misty’s flushed face as Cordelia rose from her seat and stood with her arms folded, trying to remain serious before breaking the demeanour a moment later with a giggle that caused Misty to gnaw softly on her own plumped, lower lip. “Not fair?” She asked with a small upward quirk of her eyebrow, her eyes shining with lust as she looked over her shoulder, smirking like a minx at the headmistress and giving her a come hither look and running her slender fingers through her mane of wild hair that cascaded down her back. “I’m not doin’ anythin’ other than gettin’ ready for bed, Miss Goode.” She said before turning her face away once more so Cordelia couldn’t see her grin, biting her lip to stop herself from giggling as she kept up her seductive tease. One pale hand reached round to her back and pinched the clip holding the lace at her chest, unclasping it and tossing it in the direction of her Supreme. “I’d say leavin’ me to sleep alone for the night is unfair - “ Misty turned slightly and pulled her mane to tumble over one shoulder, before lazing dramatically against the mountain of pillows on their bed and beckoning Cordelia over. “ - may I have a kiss before you go?”Â
