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“Grow To Need Me There, I’m Not Going Anywhere” -- Wilhemina Venable x Cordelia Goode

Listen, sometimes PlummyVenable™️ can be baby, okay? Don’t fight me on this.

Prompt: “Imagine: that prompt you reblogged for character A tilting character B’s chin up but with Delia x Mina ówò”

Words: ~4,600

Warnings: SMUT, male aggression, mentions of blood

Requested by: @shineestark​

~Enjoy!~

“You can’t stop him,” Wilhemina tried, a smirk pulling at her lips as she cocked her head. “You won’t win this.” 

Cordelia sighed, raising her brow. “Well then, I’ll die trying.” 

“What do you think you’re going to do?” Wilhemina scoffed, tapping her cane. “Magic your way out of the apocalypse?”

Cordelia straightened at her tone. “You say it like you don’t believe in it.” 

Wilhemina laughed incredulously, eyes narrowing. “Because it’s ridiculous.” 

“No,” Cordelia corrected, holding up her finger. “Because you don’t understand it. And that scares you.” She leaned forward, hand braced on Mina’s desk. “It scares you that there could be an entire world out there, perfectly tangible to a select group of people, able to be understood and manipulated. And it scares you that you aren’t a part of it.”

Wilhemina’s fingers dug into her cane as she hit it against the ground. “You don’t know the first thing about me.” 

And Cordelia had the nerve to hum as she turned, opening the door to Mina’s office. “No, clearly I don’t know anything at all.” 

It wasn’t the first time Cordelia had come into her office demanding to see Michael. 

And it certainly wasn’t the last. 

And each time, the arguments got shorter and shorter, eventually resorting to Cordelia opening the door, Wilhemina not even looking up from her computer at the familiar click of the woman’s heels. 

Wilhemina would simply say no, Cordelia would stand for a moment, and then she would go, leaving Mina alone in her office to watch her walk away down the long, white hallway. 

~~~ 

“You stupid, insolent girl!” Michael screamed, pacing around Wilhemina’s office. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? You’ve ruined everything!”

He turned on Wilhemina, practically spitting as he raged. She stood perfectly still, flinching as a drop of saliva fell onto her cheek. 

“I’ve done nothing but what you asked of me,” Mina countered, voice steady. “You told me to turn her away, I turned her away.”

“And in the process, she’s somehow memorized all of the paperwork on your desk and set up plans to counter our every move. It’s your fault that our entire operation now has to be pushed back who knows how many months.”

A bolt went through her as his words registered in her head. All of those days that she hadn’t bothered to look up from her desk. Hadn’t even acknowledged the woman. Hadn’t had the energy to argue with her, and ignored her until she had walked herself out the door. 

Even so, she was not going to take the fall for this. It wasn’t her fight. It wasn’t her apocalypse.

She shifted, leaning on her cane as her brow raised. When she spoke, she made sure to thread enough sarcasm and hostility through her words that he would listen. 

“If you had seen her for her appointments, the appointments that you told me to schedule, that you told me to turn her away from, maybe she wouldn’t have had the opportunity to—“

But he waved her off. “I don’t care how it happened. She’s a problem. You will take care of her. It’s as simple as that.”

Wilhemina scoffed, straightening. “I will do no such thing. You made this mess, you go pick it up.”

But as she turned to leave, his hand found her arm and he pulled. She stumbled, barely catching herself on her cane before looking up at him, and the second her eyes raised from the floor his hand came down across her face, his ring leaving a nice clean gash against the rose of her cheek.

She brought her hand up to the cut, swallowing hard as she looked at the blood streaking her fingers. Met his gaze. Swallowed again. 

“Yes, sir.”

~~~ 

It only took her about fifteen minutes to arrive at the tall, white house. 

Wilhemina put the car in park, flipping down her visor and checking herself over in the mirror. 

The gash had closed up, for the most part, but a deep, purple bruise was starting to bloom underneath it. She narrowed her eyes, touching it with shaking fingers. Winced. 

And after taking a deep breath, pushing her lips together and smoothing her lipstick down, she got out of the car. Walked the excessive number of steps up to the house. And knocked on the door.

A blond boy directed her through the rooms, down the halls, and across the kitchen, until they stopped in front of misty glass doors.

He gestured, nodded curtly, and left, leaving Wilhemina standing alone and having no idea what she was supposed to do.

“Kyle, is that you?” 

The voice came from beyond the doors, lilting and light and too friendly to belong to the same woman who had stormed her office and pushed every single one of her buttons. 

And yet Wilhemina knew that there was no other option. She had asked the boy for Cordelia, and he had led her here. 

So with another deep breath, she straightened her shoulders, flexed her fingers on her cane, and pushed the doors open. 

And there was Cordelia, sitting at a table across the room, hair curling perfectly down her back as she shifted at the sound of the door opening, not looking up from her work. 

“What is it? I’m busy.”

“Ms. Goode,” Wilhemina said curtly, tapping her cane as she shut the door behind her. 

She watched Cordelia pause. She didn’t flinch, didn’t move, didn’t turn. But she did pause, delicate fingers frozen for a fraction of a moment around glass vials, bubbling and steaming with purple liquid.

“Ms. Venable,” came her reply, and somehow between now and just moments ago, her voice had lowered and edged razor sharp. “You’ve taken to invading my school now? Whatever did I do to deserve this great honor?”

Wilhemina brushed off her sarcasm, setting her jaw and crossing the room. She was careful not to touch anything, the dirt on the floors enough to put her on edge, let alone the pots of plants overflowing with green and the spores getting stuck in her nose. 

“It seems that my employer has quite the issue with your intercepting his supplies and interfering with his plans.” 

Cordelia only hummed, swirling one of the vials and plucking a leaf from a blue plant sitting tall next to her. “Well if your employer wasn’t planning on ending the world, I wouldn’t need to interfere with any of his plans, now would I?”

Mina sighed. “Ms. Goode, I don’t ask questions about what you’re doing or why you’re doing it. I’ve simply been sent to ask you, once again, to stop.” 

Cordelia finished then, setting her vials down and spinning in her chair. “And do you always do exactly as you’re told?” she asked, eyes meeting Mina’s for the first time since she had arrived. “Or do you ever think that maybe you’re capable of just a little bit more? You—“

She cut off, eyes flicking down to Wilhemina’s cheek, and Mina instinctively tilted her head away. She swallowed.

“As I said before, you need to get out of our way. This is your last warning.”

She waited for Cordelia’s response, watching her as she stared right back. And then, lighting fast, she was up, crossing the room and making straight for Wilhemina. 

Something caught in Mina’s chest and her breath hitched as she instinctively stepped back, back, back. Until her thighs hit the top of a large wooden table and Cordelia stood directly before her. Until she was completely wedged, held, trapped. 

She told herself that her heart stuttered because of the claustrophobia. Because of those stupid spores in the air that wouldn’t let her breathe. 

But when Cordelia’s gaze flicked between her cheek and her eyes and Wilhemina turned her head away again, clearing her throat, when Mina felt the ghost of a touch across her face, down her jaw, she stopped breathing altogether. 

A firm thumb tapping her jaw and Wilhemina pulled her face further away, picking a stone on the floor and pouring all of her attention into it to keep herself focused. 

She barely heard her name, her first name, a semblance of syllables put together that made her heart clench. 

And then— 

Cordelia tilted Mina’s chin up, eyes scanning her face. A frown pulled the corner of her lip down. 

“Who did this to you?”

Wilhemina blinked, swallowing around the lump pushing up her throat. 

“It’s not important.”

And Cordelia almost said something. Wilhemina could see it wrestling its way past her teeth. But before Mina knew what was happening, Cordelia was clearing her throat and turning away.

Her hands immediately busied themselves with some sort of potion, plucking leaves and muddling them down faster than should have been possible. 

Mina had barely gotten a breath in, fingers fidgeting on her cane, when Cordelia returned, a small bowl cupped in her hand. She dug two fingers down into the dish, sliding green paste between her fingers and holding them up in the light. 

“This might hurt,” she murmured, and then her fingers were on Mina’s jaw, holding her face still as she smoothed the substance over Mina’s cheek. 

It should have hurt, it should have stung where it hit the broken skin. But all Mina could feel was the heat of Cordelia’s fingers, pads so soft and so delicate as they traced the bone of Mina’s cheek. 

An eternity passed in the time it took Cordelia to finish her work, every inch of Mina’s skin set on edge. She didn’t like being touched, she didn’t let anyone touch her. But this woman, so soft and delicate and kind and frustrating…

Something sparked under her touch that made Mina think maybe she did believe in magic after all. 

~~~

His breath was hot on her face as he regarded her cheek, and Wilhemina stood frozen, careful to hold her posture straight and not to move an inch. 

“She didn’t touch you?” Michael asked, words slithering through the quiet office.

“No,” Wilhemina said softly, swallowing around her lie. 

And she closed her eyes as his thumb brushed over what was left of her cut, digging her fingers into her cane to fight the flinch against his touch.

“She didn’t help you?”

A beat, knuckles whitening. “No.” 

Michael hummed, nose brushing hers as he studied her face. “Are you sure.”

And Mina was mindful to hold her breath steady as she let one last word out, carefully, cautiously. Checking her tone and making sure it came out perfectly even. “Yes.”

He tutted, pulling back as he raised his brow. “Yes, what?”

Her heart hammered in her chest at her error, and she tilted her shoulders, tapping her cane lightly on the floor. “Yes, sir.”

A hum, and then he turned to leave. Mina let out the breath she had been holding, dropping her head and slumping on her cane. 

A split second later he spun back around, knocking the cane out of Mina’s hand and sending her tumbling to the floor. 

Her skull cracked against the tile, and the way she had crumpled, falling directly onto her cane, made the head of it slash across her mouth.  

She cried out, biting her lip against any further whimpers as Michael started yelling. She tasted blood. 

“You will go back there, you will tell her to stop. You will tell her that if she tries anything like this again, I will come for her. Flame and fire and fury. And she will not be able to stop me when I unleash my father’s wrath upon the earth.”

Mina grabbed for her cane, determined to stand up again before he made to leave. Determined not to let him win this time. 

But she had barely gotten up onto her knees by the time he was out the door, trying to find purchase with her cane to push herself up off the floor. 

The door to her office clicked and there was silence, and after an inhale and an exhale, a long moment to make sure he wouldn’t return, she let her tears fall, curling in on herself and sobbing into her knees. 

~~~ 

It didn’t take long for Wilhemina to drive back to that big, white house. Especially not now. 

Not now that she knew she would see Cordelia’s face on the other side of the looming, black doors. 

They had been in the middle of dinner, Cordelia intercepting the blond boy in the hallway as he led Mina down the long hallway to the dining room. 

Wilhemina tried apologizing for arriving so late to discuss business. She tried to tell Cordelia that she could wait. Could come back later. 

But then those perfect fingers were digging around her wrist and pulling her back through the house and into the greenhouse. 

And before Wilhemina knew what was happening, Cordelia had her pinned against that table again, eyes scanning her face.

It was all so familiar, so different. Intriguing and thrilling and overwhelming. 

“Does it hurt?” Cordelia’s voice was soft, softer than Wilhemina had ever heard it. But something firm laced under her words, and it made Mina shiver under the attention.

“No.” 

And then Cordelia’s eyes met her own, breaking across her hard layers and delving deep into her soul. Her fingers fidgeted on Mina’s cheek, thumb flicking over the corner of her mouth. “Are you sure?”

The way she asked, her chin tilted up as she studied Mina’s face, had Wilhemina practically panting as she shook against the tears pricking her eyes.

“No,” Mina breathed, fighting the pressure tightening around her lungs as her eyes tracked Cordelia’s face. 

She was so close. So incredibly close. All Mina had to do was tilt her head up, just an inch. She was almost positive Cordelia’s fingers were doing it for her. Her lips parted and suddenly everything in her mouth was too sticky and too dry all at once.

And then Cordelia pulled away. 

Wilhemina tried not to gasp at the loss of contact. She hadn’t realized how warm Cordelia was until cold air hit her cheek and flooded back into her lungs. 

She hadn’t taken a breath the entire time Cordelia was touching her. 

Cordelia crossed the greenhouse, rustling through vials and rummaging through drawers. 

And somehow, here, with this anomaly of a woman before her, so hard and so powerful and somehow so dead set on making sure she was okay… It made Wilhemina feel exposed and vulnerable, a raw nerve set on edge in an unfamiliar place.

It wasn’t that she had never been kissed. Of course she had. But she had never wanted anyone to kiss her like she longed for Cordelia. Never burned so hot and so cold all at once, the memory of pain the only thing keeping her rooted down. Keeping her from spiraling out and crossing the room and devouring this woman absolutely senseless.

“You know,” Cordelia called from across the room, mixing and measuring and stirring. “You could have just asked.”

Wilhemina dug her fingers into the table behind her, grounding herself and staying firmly in the present. “Asked what?” 

And this time when Cordelia walked back to her, a different potion in hand, she had a knowing smirk sliced across her face.

“If you wanted me to kiss you.”

Wilhemina’s breath caught in her throat, and she tried to back further against the table behind her. But Cordelia was back in front of her, one finger swirling in the gel-like substance of the vial. And Wilhemina was trapped. Again.

“All you had to do was ask,” Cordelia continued, tapping her finger on the edge of the glass and letting the potion drip off of her nail. 

“I didn’t— I never,” Wilhemina tried, grasping weakly at any words floating through her head that weren’t “yes” or “please”. But then Cordelia’s hand was on her jaw again, so warm and soft and tender.

“Hold still.” 

Wilhemina swallowed, shaking her head in Cordelia’s grip. “I didn’t say—“ 

Cordelia’s fingers tightened, forcing Mina’s face up. “I said, hold still.” 

And this time Mina complied, letting Cordelia run her wet finger over the slice across her mouth, allowing her lips to part against Cordelia’s breath. 

And when she spoke again, her voice was low but absent, like she was concentrating too hard to annunciate her words. “What you forget, darling,” she murmured, eyes pinned to Mina’s mouth as she finished dabbing the gel against her lips, “is that I’m the Supreme. Which means I can hear exactly what’s going through that pretty little mind of yours.” 

Wilhemina gasped as Cordelia let her thumb slide down her lips, resting in on her chin.

“Or do you still not believe in magic?” 

“I—“ Mina tried, tilting her chin up. Because once again, Cordelia was so close. Because she had an air about her that was controlling Mina like a wave, crashing and pulling and telling her what to do. Because she knew what Wilhemina wanted and surely she wouldn’t be so cruel as to— 

Cordelia pulled back just as Mina leaned forward, blocking the kiss with a finger to Mina’s lips. 

Wilhemina froze there, unsure if it was shame or shock that was pooling through her veins. Trying to understand how she had somehow read all of this wrong, how she could have been so stupid.

Cordelia leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the line on Mina’s cheek, barely visible anymore. 

“Not stupid,” Cordelia cooed, her voice melting like honey. “Just not now.”

Mina’s heart stuttered, fingers digging into the head of her cane. “Not now?” 

Cordelia smiled. A huge, genuine smile that held light itself. And Wilhemina wondered how she could have ever hated this woman. 

“Not now. I didn’t just spend all of that time making a salve for your lips so that it could get rubbed off.”

But heat was pooling between Mina’s legs at the realization that this was happening. They were talking about this and teasing about this and it was actually plausible. Tangible.

“I don’t care,” she started, tapping her cane and straightening. “I don’t care.” 

“Well, that’s rather rude.” Cordelia threw a smirk over her shoulder as she went back to her workspace and set the vial down. “I would have thought that the proper Ms. Venable would have had better manners.”

Wilhemina blinked at the realization that she had just been insulted. Tried to pull a chastisement onto her tongue. But she only had one coherent thought, pounding through her head on a loop. 

“Then don’t kiss me.”

Cordelia whipped around, a warning in her eyes. “What did you just say?” 

And Mina would have smirked. She would have felt cocky, if her cheeks weren’t flushed with heat and her heart wasn’t practically pounding out of her chest at the mere idea. 

“Don’t kiss me,” she repeated, nose twitching as she swallowed. 

Cordelia walked back to her, vials and potions and plants forgotten. Walked back slowly until she was pressed completely flush against Mina’s chest. 

“Don’t ask me what I think you’re asking me. Please.” Her breath was quick against Wilhemina’s face, warm little bursts feeding the hammering of Mina’s heart. 

Please.

“Don’t do this,” Cordelia started, catching Wilhemina’s wrist before she could trace her fingers down Cordelia’s arm. “Don’t.” 

The word was punctuated by Wilhemina’s cane falling to the floor and clanging loudly against the stones.

But Wilhemina barely heard it. She couldn’t breathe anymore, couldn’t fathom thinking of anything other than exactly what she wanted right this second. And her body physically ached with need. 

“Do you understand what you’re asking me to do?” Cordelia breathed, fingers twitching against Mina’s wrist. Fighting her. Holding her still when all she wanted to do was move. “Do you understand what’s at stake here?”

And Wilhemina did the only thing she could do. She nodded, brows pushing up as tears pricked her eyes. “Yes.” 

“What will he do to you if he finds out…?” Cordelia asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes searched Mina’s face, moving from her cheek to her lips. 

“He won’t find out,” Mina tried, reaching up with her free hand to pull Cordelia to her. Closer, closer. 

But Cordelia’s hand was right there, snatching at her arm and holding it in the air with an iron grip. 

A moment passed, the two of them frozen like that, Wilhemina completely pinned by Cordelia. Caught by Cordelia. Owned by Cordelia. An eternity of eye contact, hundreds of questions asked and answered in one breath. 

And then Cordelia surged forward, latching her mouth to Mina’s neck and sucking. Hard. 

She released Mina’s hands in favor of holding her waist, and Mina immediately dug her fingers into Cordelia’s hair, pulling and tugging and holding her against her as she moaned. 

Cordelia hummed against her skin in response, sending fire licking up into her cheeks and straight down to her core. 

It only took a few moments of Cordelia mouthing at her neck, peppering soft kisses over hard, dark marks, before Mina yanked Cordelia’s hips against her own. 

“Please,” she asked quietly, afraid that if she was too loud she would break the moment. Afraid if she disturbed the air in the room, Cordelia would realize what she was doing and come to her senses and stop. But she needed more. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” Cordelia cooed against her jaw, pressing the softest kiss to her pulse point before leaning back and pushing her forehead against Mina’s. “I promise.” 

All Mina managed was a breathless nod, and then Cordelia had her hands hooked under her thighs, hauling her up onto the table. 

She landed hard on the wood, a shock going up her spine and rattling her teeth. Mina winced, closing her eyes against the pain for the smallest of seconds. But Cordelia immediately froze, pulling back. 

“Did I hurt you?” 

The hesitance there, swimming in her words with something that sounded like panic, had Mina’s heart swelling in her chest.

She shook her head quickly. “No. No, I’m fine. Just please…”

She pulled Cordelia back against her, wrapping her legs around her hips. 

But Cordelia was still staring at her, hands unmoving on her waist. “Wilhemina…”

Another shock coursed through her body, this time setting goosebumps on her skin and making her mouth go dry. 

Cordelia held her gaze, continuing. “I’m not him. Don’t let me hurt you.” She tilted Mina’s chin up, searching her eyes. “Do you understand?” 

Wilhemina hadn’t felt the tears pooling, blurring her vision, until one fell on her cheek and the sting startled her back to the present. She wanted to nod. She wanted to thank her. She wanted to tell this wonderfully caring, loving woman that she didn’t have the capability to hurt her like he did, let alone the motivation. 

But with Cordelia’s eyes on her, worried and dark and blown out, all she could think of was kissing her. 

So she did. 

It should have been rough. It was always rough. But somehow, when Wilhemina pushed her lips against Cordelia’s, when Cordelia didn’t pull away, when she parted her lips and whimpered and melted down into Mina, something softened deep in her heart. And as she kissed Cordelia ever so gently, cupped her face tenderly, urged her closer, the only thing she could fathom was kindness. Protection. Care. 

Magic. 

It could have been minutes later. It could have been hours. All concept of time had flown out the window the second Cordelia had pushed her tongue against Mina’s and scratched her nails over Mina’s thighs. 

The rest came in flashes — Cordelia rucking up Mina’s skirt, pushing her thighs apart, kissing back down her neck. 

The sounds Mina was making were bouncing across the stone walls, but she didn’t register them. Couldn’t register them. Not with the way Cordelia was egging her on, urging her to beg for more, louder. Whispering the filthiest things, voice hot and sticky in Mina’s ear as she teased her and pinched her and pulled her down on her thigh.

Wilhemina threw her head back, whining, scrambling for any piece of Cordelia she could find. 

It went on like that, Cordelia’s mouth in her ear, dragging her down against her thigh, pulling every moan and gasp and whimper out of Mina before she was practically shaking from want. 

And then in the blink of an eye Wilhemina was being lifted from the table and backed against the wall. Her head connected with it and she almost gasped, almost let her mouth fall open. But she caught herself, teeth digging into her lip. 

Cordelia hesitated though, fingers faltering on her waist.

“No,” Mina groaned, pulling Cordelia flush against her and hooking a leg over her hip. “Don’t stop. I’m fine, just— Oh god, don’t stop.”

She had wanted to push Cordelia down onto her knees. Had wanted the woman’s mouth, her filthy, hot mouth, wet against her core. Fucking her until she couldn’t speak. 

But then her fingers, those perfect, delicate, magic fingers, slid so easily inside of her, twisting and pulsing and curling, and she couldn’t help but moan at the feel of her, of this woman, this infuriating, perfect, powerful—

Her orgasm hit her out of nowhere, searing stars across her vision as Cordelia caught her cries with her tongue. Wilhemina shook, tensed, and as her senses came back to her, she realized in a flash that she was standing against a wall. And she didn’t have her cane.

Her knees gave out in that exact moment and she braced herself for the fall. For the smack of the concrete and the cold, wet floor against her cheek. 

But Cordelia was right there, catching her on her thigh and wrapping Mina’s arms around her neck.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” she cooed, holding Mina up by her waist and grounding her into the wall. “I’ve got you, alright?” 

And the way Cordelia was looking at her, pupils blown wide and brow pulled up, just so, Mina couldn’t help but nod, pulling herself into Cordelia and tucking her nose against her neck. 

Cordelia’s hand skimmed down Mina’s spine, tracing the curve there and walking down her vertebrae. 

Mina flinched on instinct, but then there was something warm pricking off of Cordelia’s fingers, filling those gaps in her spine and giving her a sense of relief that she didn’t know was possible. 

Magic fingers.

“Exactly,” Cordelia murmured, kissing the top of Mina’s head. 

Everything pooled into Wilhemina’s mind at once, the realization that magic existed, the realization that the apocalypse was inevitable. And the realization that she had chosen a side that was likely to get her into entirely too much trouble.

Michael flashed through her mind, his hand coming down across her cheek, knocking her cane from her grip.

Wilhemina felt Cordelia tense under her and she straightened, pulling back.

“I apologize, I—“

But Cordelia cut her off with a kiss, fervent and desperate and heavy. When she pulled back, there were tears in her eyes. She cupped Wilhemina’s jaw, holding her gaze.

“He can’t hurt you anymore. Understood? He won’t hurt you anymore.”

And with the way Cordelia was looking at her, so open and eager and protective, her eyes dark and determined, she couldn’t help but nod.

In an instant she was enveloped in another hug, held snug in Cordelia’s arms.

A sniff, fingers through Mina’s hair, and then a kiss to the top of her head. 

“I’ve got you."