BEDMATES

AMERICAN HORROR STORY: COVEN-fanfic. Cordelia is quite sure she went to bed alone.
(Cordelia/Misty, Foxxay)

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Disclaimer: American Horror Story: Coven belongs to Ryan Murphy and Brad Falchuk as far as I know, and I am of course just borrowing the ladies for a little bit.




BEDMATES
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by Carola “Ryûchan” Eriksson




Cordelia had gone to bed alone, of that much she was certain.

Ever since she had thrown Hank out her bed had been a big, solitary and sometimes a bit cold place – although in fairness her mother had burned the old mattress, the bedclothes and everything else even vaguely related to Hank in a fit of rage once his true identity was revealed, so technically this particular bed had been a big and solitary place from the start. The only other living thing that ever occupied it from time to time was Cordelia’s cat, Bastet, but the small black feline took up so little space that Cordelia would hardly know the difference.

Unlike right now.

Whoever was in Cordelia’s bed right now had managed to wake her from a rather intense dream in fact, so all in all? Not the cat.

The dream, oh that dream… It was a reoccurring one lately, and got just a bit worse, a bit more intense, every time she had it, and it left Cordelia feeling quite drained. Also it made her worry about her own mental state, since the dreams in question were in essence her subconscious mind debating herself while taking on the form of her two mothers. In the mess that was her dreamscape, Cordelia was being alternately advised or persuaded by Fiona and Myrtle on the topic of one Misty Day, or more precisely, on Cordelia’s growing attraction and feelings towards the young resurgent witch.

It was giving her a headache, not the least of which was from the fact that she couldn’t quite figure out which of the dream versions of her mothers were supposed to advice against propositioning the young woman who was supposed to be her student. Because so far the main difference found in the night-time conference sessions was that dream Myrtle spoke in somewhat flowery prose while dream Fiona was raunchier, suggesting more physical means of seduction and beyond.

Frankly some of the things dream Fiona suggested in terms of sex surprised Cordelia that she was even aware of. Perhaps it was all in the genes after all. Thank heavens none of the girls with growing mental abilities at the school were strong enough to enter her mind unbidden, because if some of these thoughts were to become known to her charges… Cordelia just wouldn’t be able to handle the embarrassment.

But back to the matter at hand. The weight and warmth that was currently sharing her bed was most certainly not a cat, and had most definitely not been there when Cordelia went to sleep. She would have remembered this.

There was sound, this surprise bed-sharer was speaking softly, and although she could not make out the words, the lilt and timbre of the voice revealed the identity of Cordelia’s guest even before she managed to pry her eyes open.

Misty.

Misty Day, the woman occupying far too much of Cordelia’s thoughts and dreams of late, was curled up on her side at nearly the centre of the bed, cooing and talking quietly to Cordelia’s cat. The very early morning light that snuck past the curtains was just enough to bathe the young woman in a soft glow, turning the mass of pale curls atop her head, even more unruly so early in the morning, into radiant gold.

Cordelia could not help but smile. The younger witch wasn’t even dressed, all she seemed to wear was a pyjama shirt and the for Misty ubiquitous knitted scarf, which she was using to play with the cat. Strangely, in a way the visit wasn’t even surprising to Cordelia, not really.

She yawned and the golden head she had admired turned towards her, blue eyes widening in what looked like pleased surprise, and Misty bestowed her with the loveliest smile Cordelia knew.

“Oh! Morning, Miss Cordelia.” The lovely little bed-squatter greeted sweetly, momentarily forgetting to play with Bastet who sat up in protest.

“Misty. You know, anyone who happens to be…” Cordelia hummed with sleepy amusement and cast a glance at the clock. “half naked in my bed before five in the morning” She shifted until she lay more completely on her side, facing her company. “has earned the right to just call me Cordelia. In fact, I’m going to insist on it.”

“…alright, Cordelia.” Misty blushed a little but agreed. Then she blinked. “Half naked?”

Blue eyes zeroed in on where Cordelia belatedly realized the covers had been pushed down as she moved, revealing the top part of her negligee, dishevelled in sleep so that it showed a bit more than it was supposed to. She fought the urge to blush and cover herself, never really one to flaunt herself in any way, but on the other hand Misty had snuck into her bedroom, unbidden, at night while Cordelia slept. She would just have to handle a bit of unintended cleavage in this situation, Cordelia decided.

That those blue eyes were studying Cordelia’s choice of sleepwear – or possibly what was underneath it – with undisguised interest had nothing to do with that decision, of course.

“So, why are you in my bed, Misty?”

“Ah!” Misty practically beamed at her. “We couldn’t sleep. I wanted to go into the garden, but the grass was still wet, so…” She indicated the cat. “She wanted to sit here.”

As simple as that. Somehow the cat had decided where Misty should spend her time while battling insomnia, and there was nothing strange about either holding conversations with a cat or crawling into someone else’s bed while that someone else was asleep in it. To Misty, it probably wasn’t. Cordelia conceded the point for now, but decided to revisit the subject once properly awake, if only to keep Misty from doing the same to Queenie or Zoe. Startling either girl from their sleep would not be a good thing, and would likely end up in injury.

The cat, already bored with waiting, purred loudly and stroked herself affectionately against Misty in an attempt to recapture her new favourite human’s attention.

“You just adore her don’t you, you little traitor?” Cordelia murmured with amusement. She loved her cat, and Bastet, although aloof sometimes as cats are, was a sweetie, but that cat had taken one good look at Misty and bam! Misty was clearly the favourite and Cordelia demoted to second place. Like nearly all animals, the cat worshipped Misty.

“Oh I do! I do, but…” Misty leaned towards Cordelia with such a wide-eyed look of concern. “I just think the world of you too, uhm, Cordelia.”

Spoken simply, so earnestly and straight to her face. Cordelia could feel her cheeks begin to burn while something tugged strongly at her heart. She couldn’t possibly mean…? No, no, that wasn’t possible. Misty was just being her usual sweet self. Surely?

After a long moment of awkward silence which had even Misty glance away shyly, Cordelia smiled kindly and patted the younger woman’s arm. “Thank you, Misty. You are so sweet.” She smiled warmly when blue eyes flitted back up to meet hers again. “I quite think the world of you too.”

Misty’s expression changed, and while still a bit shy she beamed happily again. Cordelia patted her arm again before pulling back.

“We really should both try to get some more sleep though. It is just after five and while we can afford to sleep in some, we still have a full day to get through, both of us.”

“Can we stay?” Misty asked immediately, eager. “Not to play, just sleep. I promise.”

Cordelia blinked a little, unsure of what to say. But the sight of Misty, so hopeful yet also certain that she’d be sent away, was just so endearing, how could she say no? “Sure, Misty. Just try to get some sleep.” She glanced over at the far end of the room. “There are some blankets in…”

Misty had already crawled in under Cordelia’s covers, laid her head on one of the pillows and pulled the covers up until they nearly reached her nose. Bastet was placed between them under the covers, only a tiny black nose peeking out and together with a pleased rumbling purr revealing that she was there.

A little bewildered but still not about to kick the woman she harboured increasingly complicated feelings for out of bed, Cordelia mentally shrugged and accepted.

“Sweet dreams, Misty.” She told the still smiling woman gently before closing her own eyes.

“And to you, Cordelia.”


They slept long enough that Zoe and Queenie came looking for them, naturally finding them both cuddled intimately together in Cordelia’s bed, the cat long since scampered off at the first sound of someone in the kitchen. As Cordelia bolted upright and Misty, more oblivious to the situation or just happy about it, got out of bed in a more carefree manner, the scanty and rumpled state of their clothing became quite apparent.

At the sight of Misty’s bare legs and barely buttoned shirt, Queenie and Zoe in an almost choreographed manner raised their eyebrows at Cordelia and smirked meaningfully. The state of Cordelia’s negligee made the smirks deeper and more insinuating, and then some disturbing little noises and knowing nods began.

Cordelia blushed scarlet and shooed them out of her room, but she just knew the damage had been done. For the rest of the day, or possibly days, Zoe and Queenie would tease her mercilessly. Not Misty of course, oh no, Misty was far too pure to tease, MISTY would certainly never sneak into someone else’s bed uninvited… and end up fondling that someone else’s posterior in her sleep by accident. Oh no, that was surely all Cordelia.

She leaned her face against the cool of the door, fighting to make the burning blush go away before she had to go meet her students. It was all because of that damned cat.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Cordelia could swear she heard Fiona cackling.