Title: Cold hands
Author: mikipau
Rating: T
Fandom: American Horror Story: Coven
Pairing: Cordelia/Misty
Disclaimer: I do not own American Horror Story.
Summary: Misty's hands are cold.
A/N: Yet another quicky until my life calms down and I can actually focus on getting a longer fic written.
"Misty, stop it! Your hands are icy cold!"
It was late afternoon and Cordelia had been in bed, reading, when Misty had rudely interrupted her by touching her fingers to her neck.
Misty giggled at Cordelia's displeased face, but instead of drawing back, she straddled her girlfriend's hips and tugged at the fabric tucked into the waistband of her trousers. Cold hands pushed underneath the squirming woman's shirt, causing the muscles there jump and make goose bumps appear. The book in Cordelia's hands fell to the floor as Misty moved chilled fingers upwards, tickling slightly.
"Misty! Stop it! Stop it this instance!"
Cordelia's wriggling made Misty smile. She loved her girlfriend like this; hair tousled, cheeks flushed and eyes shining with ill disguised mirth. This flustered, adorably disheveled woman was so very far from the competent and put together Supreme that other people got to see. This woman, lying here beneath her, was Misty's and only hers. She could share the Supreme with the world, but her wonderful and slightly goofy girlfriend was all hers.
Misty's hands stilled as her fingertips came into contact with the underside of the satin bra that Cordelia was wearing. Their eyes met and their laughter slowly petered out. Cordelia's breath was laboured and her quick pulse was visible under the smooth skin of her throat. Misty leaned down to taste the pulsing heat, her tongue licking a small trail up the side of Cordelia's neck. Placing a kiss to her girlfriend's jaw, Misty moved her hands, cupping soft flesh encased by satin. She drew back to once again look into the eyes of the woman she loved.
"D'ya still want me to stop? My hands bein' cold and all?"
"Oh, n- no. Misty, I think… Your hands are fine. Perfect in fact."