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You never took Cordelia for a jealous woman. She was always so calm and composed that seeing her as she was now was throwing you for a loop.
The woman had her jaw clenched as she stared at the young girl in front of her. Anne was one of the newest students to get to Robichaux, and ever since day one she had been attracted to you, following you around the house with pick-up lines falling from her lips all of the time.
You ignored it, waiting for her to tire herself out and give up on her fool attempts of courting you, after all, you were already in a very proud relationship with the Supreme herself, and every student, including Anne, knew it.
However, for your absolute displeasure, Anne never seemed to give up. Until now.
She had crossed every line possible, and Cordelia was furious. You were in the kitchen, getting more popcorn for the movie night when Anne approached you with a sly smile, the young girl had trapped you between her body and the counter and forcibly pressed her lips to yours, standing strongly as you pushed her back.
It was only when you heard a gasp and felt the girl being aggressively thrown away from you that you noticed Cordelia’s presence, and the second you saw how dark and full of rage her eyes were as she stood protectively in front of you you reached out, holding her shoulder in a comforting manner, wishing to prevent the potential fight to happen.
Cordelia stood stiffly, staring at the smug girl cleaning her slightly smudged lipstick before her body relaxed the tiniest bit under your soft touch. “Go back to the living room immediately, Anne.” Her voice left no room for objections, but Anne stood her ground, stubbornly keeping the Supreme’s gaze. “Anne, I swear-“
“Delia, it’s not worth it…” You whisper against her tense back, and Cordelia’s head turns so she’s looking at you from the corner of her eyes, an ugly frown on her pretty face.
She’s still for a second, but as your hand moves to hold hers and squeeze it in a reassurance way her body eases into your touch, she lets you drag her away from the kitchen and Anne’s conceited demeanor, and as soon as you step into your room you have your arms around her waist.
“I’m sorry…” You whisper, even though it isn’t really your fault.
“It’s okay, I’m not mad at you,” Cordelia states with a stern voice. “I’m mad at her for forcing herself on you.” She touches your chin, raising your head to meet her gaze. “And I’m thinking that perhaps I should have acted on my jealousy earlier on, instead of letting her do as she pleased as if you weren’t mine.” The last word is whispered with so much possessiveness that you can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine, especially with the way her nails dig into your waist when she pulls you closer, her lips parting as she softly places them on your neck.
“Delia-“ You’re interrupted by the feeling of her warm mouth sucking harshly on your skin, a whine leaving your lips as you throw your head back to give her more access to your neck.
“There you go, darling.” Cordelia‘s lips are taken by a cocky smile when she moves away, her eyes showing an almost childish pride as she observes her art on your neck, a constellation of dark hickeys that goes from your ear to your collarbone. “Now that little brat will know who you belong to.” She chuckles, briefly kissing your lips before opening the door to leave.
You stand there dumbfounded for a split second, but before Cordelia can get out of the bedroom you reach out for her, pulling her by the waist until her body is flush against yours. “You won’t leave this room until you’ve marked my whole body, Miss Goode.” You state, your hand boldly squeezing her ass, and when Cordelia gives you that smile you know it won’t be just the hickeys proving you’re hers tonight.