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petrichor
/ˈpɛtrʌɪkɔː/
noun
1. a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.
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Cordelia falls in love with Misty when the leaves change.
Well, maybe Cordelia has been falling for Misty for years. A never ending, constant fall that can be summed up in sacrifices, longing, heartache and feeling like maybe Cordelia lost her soulmate then got her back and clutched to her as if she would fall through her fingers again. Whichever way, it’s almost known and unspoken that they belong to each other; that the way they hold each other, touch each other, leaves no room for speculation. The Supreme Cordelia Goode and Misty Day – it seems to just be how it always was, has been, and will be.
So when Autumn falls over the Academy, it’s the first sign of definitive healing and it sparks an air that instantly has Misty vibrating with a type of energy Cordelia smiles at; a type of life inside of her they both thought hell took. It feels like change and of mother nature reclaiming what was, in another timeline, stolen from her. Reclaiming what was destroyed. Grass grows thicker, trees sprout new leaves, and seasons shift from one to the other.
It’s early, maybe just as the sun rises, and Cordelia feels Misty in her arms turn over; tracing Cordelia’s face and jaw, waking her up slowly. The breeze from their open window is warm and soft, and Misty breathes in the Autumn air that falls over them like a blanket; breathes in the smell of rain that starts to seep into their bedroom as it starts to fall softly – and it makes Misty light up even more. Because rain is falling, and it feels like it’s been decades since she felt it on her skin.
“Delia? Hey,” Misty whispers, voice hoarse from sleep; and Cordelia sleepily hums with her eyes shut, making Misty chuckle, body vibrating with the urge to run outside and forget waking her girlfriend up. But Cordelia scrunches her nose up when Misty runs her finger down the ridge of it and she looks so beautiful that Misty can’t not have Delia with her when she tastes the new rain, of the new world, on her tongue.
“It’s rainin’. Like, actual rain.”
Cordelia simply pulls Misty closer by the waist, talking with a sleep laced voice, grip on the other woman soft but firm as the words Misty spoke don’t register fully. “S’too early. Go back to sleep, baby.”
Misty lets her body be pulled in, all too willingly succumbing to Cordelia’s hold. But the breeze falls into the room again and it pulls at her chest, so Misty bites her lip, body restless as she taps to Cordelia’s collarbone in that unknown, unfiltered, pattern. And it’s enough for Cordelia to softly open her eyes, eyebrows furrowed in worry - as Misty only does the tapping in times of distress, or nervousness, and Cordelia can feel Misty’s magic bounce off her in anticipation and excitement. She lays her hand over Misty’s softly, halting her tapping, and leans up, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead and watches her lover worry her bottom lip with her teeth.
“It’s okay, tell me what’s wrong.” Cordelia is so soft, but sturdy; and Misty lets her hand that was at Cordelia’s collarbone spread out, her palm pressed against the warmth of Cordelia’s chest. She’s breathes once, twice, feels her girlfriend’s magic calm her restless bones.
Cordelia is patient, strong, she lets her other hand come around against Misty’s back, tracing up and down her bare spine, finger tips light and calming and Misty wonders if there’s stars in her eyes when she looks to Cordelia. Wonders if Cordelia sees how much love she feels when she looks at her. By the way Cordelia softly smiles when Misty presses a kiss to her lips, breathing out her restlessness against her, she has a feeling Cordelia sees it.
“I wanna go outside, in the rain. But uh, with you - only you,” Misty frowns and gathers her words, traces Cordelia’s jutting collarbone with her thumb, melts at the feeling of the other woman’s hands at her back; going up and down in soothing touches. “I know it ain’t make much sense and you can probably feel my magic makin’ you all jittery but-“ Misty closes her eyes softly and resists the urge to pull Cordelia from the bed, both topless, running down the staircase and into the open rain. “It’s like, really callin’ to me. The rain. Is that weird?”
Cordelia chuckles softly at Misty’s wonder, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear and feels how Misty’s bare chest rises and falls against her own. How their bodies seem to fit together perfectly. “Not at all, sweetheart. You’ve always been connected to nature, I think your magic is just responding to it after not being in touch with it for so long.”
Misty’s face relaxes from its confused frown, and she smiles softly, looking back to their window and the rain that steadily falls. Cordelia watches how the shadows of the droplets fall down Misty’s jaw. And as if Misty were a child again, she suddenly sits up on her knees, the blankets around them bunching up with how quickly she moves. She bites her lip with a smile and looks expectantly to Cordelia, tugging on the other woman hand. “Come on! If we go now, we can see the sunrise.”
Cordelia raises an eyebrow, sitting up in bed and looking to Misty who’s already jumped off the bed and run to their wardrobe, picking a shawl at random and slipping it on. It’s so thin it barely covers any of Misty’s naked top half, and Cordelia bites her lip to hold in her laughter at how Misty acts as if she’s fully covered up, even though Cordelia can clearly see Misty’s breasts through the fabric.
“If you think I’m setting foot outside, in the rain, at-“ Cordelia checks her bedside clock, holding her knees to her chest from the cold, to sleepy to reach for the covers. “Five thirty in the morning, you’ve gone mad, Mist. I love you, but it’s freezing.”
Misty pokes her head from the wardrobe, biting her lip in thought as she holds up two of Cordelia’s nightgowns. “Black or blue, Delia?”
Cordelia opens her mouth, frowning as her girlfriend completely ignores her words. But she then chuckles softly, shaking her head as Misty bounces on the balls of her feet in anticipation. She knows this is how they mend, she knows nature is almost a part of Misty and that Cordelia would never deprive her of happiness; of chasing the darkness that sometimes sits at the edge of Misty’s dreams that Cordelia helps keep at bay - but really? Rain? Before six am?
Cordelia groans in defeat and falls backwards onto her back, waving her hand in the air for Misty.
“The black, baby. Always black.”
The silk nightgown hits Cordelia in the face, and Cordelia lets out a soft grunt when Misty jumps onto the bed and straddles her mid section, lifting the clothes off her face and kissing her soundly, softly, smiling against their lips. “I love ya, more than anythin’.”
Cordelia smiles back, chest full, laughing softly at Misty’s grin. “I love you too.”
The rain softly hits their window, calls out to them, and even though she knows in approximately two minutes she’ll be drenched from head to toe with a half-naked Misty; Cordelia finds she doesn’t really mind. As in the next moment, she changes their positions; hooking her leg around Misty’s waist and flipping them. She chuckles softly when Misty looks up to her with a dazed expression, the simple act has Misty’s chest labouring softly, feeling small but safe when Cordelia holds her like this; covers her body with her own. Cordelia trails her hand up the expanse of Misty’s stomach, from her navel and under the shawl, making Misty shiver and bite her lip with a soft moan. Cordelia catches her gaze, and Misty finds herself drowning in her eyes, like always, whining softly at the touch.
Cordelia’s lower stomach warms at the sweet sound, and she smiles teasingly as her thumb softly grazes Misty’s breast, enough to make Misty choke on a gasp. Cordelia’s voice is low, dripped in suggestion, and Misty finds herself succumbing to it, hips nearly bucking into her lover’s touch. “You owe me one, babygirl.”
Cordelia ignites her, the pet name sparking something inside of her that has Misty biting her lip to stop another whine from escaping. She has a feeling, in that moment of Cordelia’s dark gaze and her body covering her own, that not even the cold water of the rain can put her out.
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It starts to hail, and that’s when they seek refuge in the greenhouse.
Cordelia laughs as Misty, running in, almost slips on her way across the threshold. Cordelia luckily catches her by her forearms and laughs harder as Misty falls into her, taking the weight of her girlfriend in her arms as Misty blushes and nuzzles into her neck seeking warmth from her shivering bones. The rising sun, speckled through dark heavy clouds, surprisingly did warm their skin; but both shake in each other’s hold even when sheltered.
“I swear I’ve never felt rain like that before, don’t you just feel invigorated, Delia?”
Cordelia places her hand at the bottom of Misty’s spine, drawing patters in her damp skin, her shawl and Cordelia’s nightdress are stuck to their bodies like glue from the water, but the heat of their skin pressed together has Cordelia humming in contentment; bringing Misty closer with the hand at her back. She doesn’t miss the soft sigh Misty lets out at the action.
“I’m cold is what I’m feeling baby.” Cordelia sarcastically chuckles out in answer, watching how Misty pulls back and bites her lip sheepishly. Cordelia softens her gaze, leaning forward and kissing her softly, their breaths warm. Cordelia feels how Misty grips to her biceps and trails her hands up and down her arms slowly, like her body just couldn’t stop touching her. Cordelia smiles into their kiss when Misty’s short nails scrape lightly down her skin, a telling sign of her girlfriend wanting more. That and the way Cordelia can feel her breathing quicken, soft moans hitting the cool air of the greenhouse when Cordelia deepens the kiss.
She feels Misty trail her hand up into her damp hair, fisting the blonde locks in her fingers. It instantly has Cordelia moaning, low and deep into the kiss, hands going down to her hips and pressing their bodies flush together. And it’s when she breaks away and trails kisses down Misty’s neck and to her collarbone that the younger witch closes her eyes, succumbing to Cordelia’s touches and breathing out.
“Miss Cordelia…” The title, rarely used now, and how it’s moaned out with a small whine just has Cordelia growling against the skin of her neck. And Misty feels her stomach tighten and her legs weaken because when Cordelia gets like this; when Cordelia makes love to her and fucks her and holds to her like she is something precious, Misty feels her entire world melt away. And it’s just her, it’s just Cordelia and her touch and her sounds and-
Cordelia walks them backwards against a table to the side, pinning Misty to the edge and Misty fists her hands to the front of Cordelia’s nightdress; silently pleading for her touch. Cordelia pulls back from her neck, gaze soft now as she feels Misty’s touch. She kisses her again and Misty feels dizzy, drunk and dazed with how Cordelia lightly pushes her shawl off that’s falling down her shoulders.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Misty’s breath hitches, skin prickling at her girlfriend’s soft voice and how her thumbs rub softly at her hip bones. Misty guesses she has stars in her eyes as she looks to Cordelia, everything is her, it’s like she’s the centre of Misty’s universe. And Cordelia lightly taps to her hip with a lightly raised eyebrow, Misty biting her lip at the clear message as she rests her hands on the other woman’s shoulders.
She loves how Cordelia just knows, knows she loves being handled and picked up and held preciously; so when Cordelia smiles and picks her up at her thighs, settling her on top of the table, Misty feels her stomach swarm with butterflies. Or maybe magic, she thinks. And it’s automatic how she tightens her legs around Cordelia, pulling her forward, playing with her now drying locks of hair. Cordelia slips out of her wet nightgown, kicking it carelessly behind her as she waits patiently, waiting for it, biting her lip with a smile when Misty’s eyes roam her body.
She starts drawing small patterns to the inside of Misty’s thighs, going higher and higher to her centre, then back down again, knowing it drives Misty wild. It has her desired effect, because Misty sighs softly, shutting her eyes and hips moving forward to catch Cordelia’s wandering fingers.
“Delia, please,” Ah, there it is.
Cordelia smirks softly, heart picking up speed at Misty’s soft whining and how good she looks. Half dried hair, breasts almost begging for attention, kiss bruised lips and eyes glazed over with lust and love and trust, trust that Cordelia will pull her apart at the seams but put her back together. With the image, Cordelia presses harder with her hands at Misty’s thigh, massaging, and kisses her deeply, biting Misty’s lip and trailing her kisses to her jaw, down her neck, marking her and feeling how Misty’s breaths labour – her chest rising up and down faster as Cordelia’s fingers creep higher.
“That feel good, baby?” Cordelia teases, biting softly at where Misty’s jaw meets her neck, smoothing it over with her lips. Misty moans, and Cordelia’s hand then cups Misty’s dripping centre; her underwear not only soaked through from the rain, but her girlfriend’s touch. Cordelia’s next teasing words get lost in a deep groan at the feeling of her wetness. “Fuck, Misty, you’re so wet.”
Misty’s hips buck against her palm, seeking Cordelia’s touch and god, the act alone has Cordelia wanting to take Misty right then and there. But she knows Misty loves the wonderful highs of teasing and soft spoken words, then to the lovely crash of falling into Cordelia’s arms. So she rubs Misty with two fingers softly through the thin material, smiling lightly when she feels Misty’s nails at her shoulders dig in and her hips buck into her fingers.
“What do you want Misty? Tell me. I want to hear you say it, babygirl.”
There it is, that name again, Misty feels on fire with the feeling that takes over her body when Cordelia says it. When her voice drops in that low way, that commanding voice she uses for Misty and Misty only. She bites her lip, trying to stop the whine that wants to break through at Cordelia’s words; she wants her so badly, she wants Cordelia everywhere and all over all at once.
“I…I w-want you, Delia. Please. Please.”
Cordelia keeps her teasing touches constant, stomach tightening as Misty begs for her. She feels Misty’s clit harden through her underwear and Jesus Christ the way Misty lets these soft little noises out, eyes shut as her breasts move softly with her grinding onto Cordelia’s hand has the Supreme wanting to tear off the fabric between them and fuck her slow and soft and hard.
But Cordelia swallows the urge down, focusing solely on her love in front of her. Making her feel wanted. Protected. Loved. She starts kissing down her chest again, teasingly nibbling and sucking at her breasts, feeling how Misty’s nipple hardens under her lips and listening to the soft moans mixed with pants her girlfriend lets out; pushing her chest farther into Cordelia’s mouth as she fists the older woman’s hair. Cordelia groans against her skin, pressing harder to Misty’s throbbing clit as she takes Misty’s hand at her neck; pinning it to the surface of the table as she speaks.
Misty gets the message loud and clear, no touching. And her eyes darken at how possessive and controlling Cordelia can get. She just about melts at it, growing wetter at how Cordelia then hums against her skin, unoccupied hand coming up to her free breast, thumb moving over her nipple.
“How badly, Misty?” Misty blinks once, breathing hard and mind foggy as she tries to search her brain for an answer when nothing but Cordelia occupies it. And as if her girlfriend can read her mind, she elaborates, coaxing her as she then slips the soaked fabric of Misty’s underwear to the side, Cordelia’s finger sliding through her wetness and up to her clit.
“Come on, tell me how badly you want me to fuck you. How badly you want me inside of you, baby.”
Misty opens her mouth, the only thing escaping being a strangled moan as the words hit her right in her lower stomach. Cordelia simply acts as if the words she spoke had no effect, raising an expectant eyebrow as her finger dips further down, gathering Misty’s wetness just to come back up again and circle Misty’s throbbing clit. She wants her, Misty wants her so desperately it starts to ache, and her legs around Cordelia’s waist tighten and push her closer, the words escaping her mouth almost as if she was always meant to speak them. Misty doesn’t know where it comes from, but suddenly nothing except for pleasing Cordelia and doing everything she asks of her occupies her thoughts.
She wants to be good for her, do what Cordelia says and have her take control; have her hold her trembling body as she comes, moaning Cordelia’s name. Make Misty feel like nothing in the world exists except for them.
“God, s-so badly, Miss Cordelia,” Misty bites her lip, shutting her eyes as she feels Cordelia slip a finger inside of her, moaning at how wet she is. Her hips buck involuntarily and she gasps on her now choked words. “Please, p-please, don’t stop. Delia, I want you. Please, just-“
Cordelia starts to pump slowly, hand coming around to the small of her back and encouraging Misty’s grinding. She kisses up and down her neck, saying soft words of praise that have Misty melting. “That’s it baby, you’re such a good girl.”
That breaks something inside of Misty, a dam being broken, rushing forth so fast it almost knocks the wind out of her. And Misty gasps, just a moaning mess at how in the next moment, Cordelia noticing her reaction, adds another finger and quickens her pace. Curling up into Misty’s g-spot and fucking her hard and fast.
Misty’s words are just a mix of “Fuck me, please” and “Harder, faster. Delia, don’t stop, don’t stop” and her mind is a haze of pleasure as Cordelia thrusts into her, using her hips to hit that spot over and over and over again. She’s so close, and Cordelia’s looking to her like she’s an eighth wonder of the world and Misty just wants her lips on her, wants to taste her and let everything that is Cordelia consume her. And as if reading her mind, Cordelia kisses her deeply, tongue warm and soft and Misty feels her world tilt on its axis. Her hands come up to Cordelia’s face, and it’s when she whimpers out a strangled: “More, Delia please, more. I want more” against her lips that Cordelia almost comes right then and there at the sight of Misty – chest glazed with a thin sheen of sweat and pleading, no begging, for Cordelia.
She starts to pump harder; thumb rubbing faster at her clit and Cordelia can almost feel her dripping down her wrist, Misty’s come making her fingers slide so easily inside of her. She groans at the feeling, at how Misty leans forward and buries her face into Cordelia’s neck as she grows closer and closer to that blissful edge. Their fronts are pressed together now, breasts touching and Misty moans when they slide together, grabbing to Cordelia’s shoulder blades and moaning.
“Does that feel good, Misty? Feel good when I fuck you like this? ” Misty has barely enough sense left to answer, mind too lost in Cordelia’s touch. But she nods against her neck with a soft whine and grinds harder into Cordelia’s thrusts, feeling how close she is when Cordelia keeps speaking in that soft, demanding, but loving tone.
“Good girl, you’re being so good for me Mist,” Misty shuts her eyes, biting her lip and she’s so close to coming, her heart flutters at the words Cordelia says and she loves her so fucking much. She loves Cordelia so much but all she can do is moan and gasp; because the words get lost somewhere between Cordelia praising her and fucking her and loving her just as much.
“I want you to come for me, baby,” Cordelia speeds up, kissing at Misty’s shoulder and her neck, moaning with how Misty takes her so deeply, takes her fingers and grabs to Cordelia’s back. “Fuck, Misty, I want you to come.”
Misty gasps, and Cordelia thrusts one last time, Misty coming with a high-pitched moan and scream of her name. She collapses into Cordelia’s hold, shaking and panting and moaning with how Cordelia helps her ride it out, slowing her thrusts down and rubbing softly at her clit. Cordelia hushes her softly, kissing the side of Misty’s head, down to her cheek, her jaw, then her lips. Misty melts into her kiss, body shaking in the after effects; breathing in how Cordelia feels and how she tastes. And when Cordelia goes to pull her fingers out, Misty instinctively presses her thighs together with a whine.
“N-no. Wait, not yet. I-“ Misty blushes, chest still heaving after coming and Cordelia has never seen anything so beautiful before. “Can we stay like this? For a little while. I just-“
Cordelia smiles, kissing her softly as she sees how shy her girlfriend suddenly grows. Misty grunts softly into the kiss with a grateful hum; and Cordelia pulls back only slightly to whisper against her lips. “God, I love you.”
Misty squirms on the table, their noses bumping together as she breathes out shakily; feeling how Cordelia’s fingers inside of her are warm and soft and comforting and-
She presses their lips together again, cupping Cordelia’s face and smiling softly into the kiss. “I love ya too,” Misty punctuates each following word with a kiss, making Cordelia laugh. “So,” Kiss. “God.” Kiss. “Damn.” Kiss. “Much.”
The hail ceases, trickling down to a small light rain as they kiss languidly in their greenhouse, warm and safe in each other’s arms. Bodies pressed together, as if they were one. At one point, Cordelia pulls her fingers out, Misty gasping at the loss of feeling so full by her girlfriend; but Cordelia simply hushes her and presses her two fingers to Misty’s bottom lip, softly urging Misty to take them into her mouth with a small click of her tongue. “Open, baby.”
It’s instant how Misty opens her mouth and sucks them between her lips, eyes closed as her tongue swirls around Cordelia’s fingers; humming in pleasure at tasting herself. Cordelia’s eyes, if it were possible, grow darker at the action – kissing Misty hard and deep when she drops her fingers from her mouth. She tastes Misty on her lips and feels how their bodies draw together again, and she can’t help but mumble “I love you so fucking much” against Misty’s lips as the younger witch smiles into the kiss.
The greenhouse holds them, and they fall into each other like the rain that fell for them.
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