A/N: Hey all! Here is chapter one of the 2nd installment of our series. First of all, please welcome my good friend, twin (despite us being born an ocean apart, I am convinced we are twins), and co-author Kendrene! Kendrene is one of my favorite authors. She has a true gift for creating worlds and beautifully descriptive narratives, that I find myself constantly falling in love over and over again with her words. I was thrilled when she asked if she could play around in this series. I thought the better option would be for us to actually co-write the series, and I am very excited about it! I hope you are excited as we are. Thank you for joining me, Twin. :)
-Jude
A/N: Jude is one of my favorite authors. I love the way she has with words and her world building skills, so when she asked me to beta Not So Typical, I was thrilled. I had been pestering her about writing together for some time, so you can imagine my excitement when she invited me to join her for a ride in Purgatory. For those of you that read my other stories, I am usually pretty angsty and dark, but she has managed to dig out the humor buried underneath, and I can't thank her enough for that. Hopefully, you will stick around at Shorty's with us for a while because we got plenty of stories for you.
Enjoy your ride!
-Kendrene
Final Note: This story takes place about 2-3 weeks after Not So Typical. Also important to note: Wayhaught haven't had sex since Waverly's heat. Seriously...if you haven't read Not So Typical yet, you really need to before reading this.
Wynonna leaned against the doorway with a sigh. She felt drained to the point it was hard standing up. Her body told her she should lay down and sleep. Her mind and her heart, perhaps, were an entirely different matter. She pressed a fist to her mouth, stifling a yawn then rubbed a hand on the back of her neck.
Gus came up to her and both stared at the sleeping girl for a while. Neither spoke. Words didn't seem necessary, not that either were sure that any words would do this moment justice anyway. So they simply stood, almost shoulder to shoulder, quiet in each other's space.
Wynonna was glad they had taken Dolls up on his offer to sedate her for now. In the beginning her Alpha had growled at the suggestion. She had way too many memories of strangers with kind faces and firm hands holding her down. Wynonna had been drugged "for her own good" plenty of times.
Watching the girl sleep face finally serene, made something inside her give, and she felt tears crest in her eyes. Wynonna sniffed and inhaled sharply to stop them from spilling out.
The girl shifted, mumbling something.
The girl.
Her sister.
"Willa." Her voice faltered. Christ, it was hard to even say her name.
Gus squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "You know it's her, Wynonna." Her aunt kept her voice low, answering the unspoken question.
Wynonna wanted to believe that. She wanted her sister back. It meant she had not fucked up absolutely everything the night she killed her father. It meant she wasn't the Heir, that the curse wasn't hers to break. She was finally free, the burden was now Willa's to bear.
Jeezus, don't be fucking selfish Wynonna, she sneered at herself.
She leaned forward, nostrils flaring, and she closed her eyes taking in the girl's scent as she had already done several times that night. Lou's foul reek still hung around the girl - she grimaced when it burned her nose.
She should stop thinking of her as "the girl". This was Willa. Her sister. She had been her playmate, her confidant, her hero. She deserved better than this.
Underneath the brimstone she caught a whiff of something else. Her tongue darted out, tasting the air and she took an involuntary step towards the couch. The memory of giggling girls lining up gummy bears in the barn flashed through her mind.
"Let her rest," Gus' words stopped her before she could go any further, and she nodded weakly, shuffling back and into the kitchen. She needed a drink anyway,
Reaching into the fridge she pulled out a cold beer and twisted the cap off. She took a long gulp, paused and then tilted her head back, emptying the bottle in one go. She went for a second.
"I don't think that's the best idea." Gus said, even though she knew it was useless. He niece was dealing like all Earps did - by getting wasted. Curtis would have been able to talk some sense into Wynonna perhaps - God knew all of the Earps had their quirks, but she was by far the wildest of the lot in Gus' opinion.
"It's a great idea actually," Waverly countered as she came downstairs. She held out a hand, and Wynonna slapped a closed bottle into her waiting palm.
"So you gonna just drink yourself into a stupor?" Gus huffed and crossed her arms in disapproval, "what will happen when she wakes up and finds you sleeping in your own vomit?"
"That's why you're here," Waverly almost snapped, before resolutely walking to the fridge and taking out all the remaining beers. She scooped up an armful and started for the front porch without a backwards glance.
Wynonna and Gus exchanged a startled look, before the older Earp gathered the rest of the booze and hurried after her.
Outside the night was quiet and cold, so they sat on the front steps side by side, huddling under an old blanket. Waverly turned her head, pressing her nose into Wynonna's shoulder and let the familiar mix of gunpowder and lavender tickle her nose. Sensing her distress her sister's Alpha started rumbling quietly, deep inside her chest.
Waverly smiled weakly, as the comfort of Wynonna's strong presence wrapped around her. Her sister seeped under her skin. There was a quiet strength in her she had not known she'd missed until Wynonna had turned up in her room at Shorty's. Waverly had told her plenty of times she had missed her, but she had a feeling Wynonna went along with words she really did not believe.
She was scared. She had felt a growing sense of disquiet gnaw at her stomach since Willa had appeared in their lives again. When Wynonna had come back, raining retribution on the Revenants, it had been like the two of them were a team battling impossible odds. She had been the Starsky to Wynonna's Hutch.
Now Willa was back and Wynonna wasn't the Heir anymore. Where did that leave Waverly exactly?
"It will be ok, Waves," Wynonna clinked their bottles together to draw her attention. Waverly took a sip of her beer and shivered as the wind picked up. The night the Revenants had come for her father and Willa had been much like this one. Cold and moonless, until the demons had showed up with torches and stones had shattered all the windows.
The wind howled louder across the empty yard, and she was thrown back through the years as Willa screamed, Revenants lifting her through a shattered window.
She wanted Dolls to hurry up with the damn DNA test. Deep down she hoped the girl inside was not their sister, even as something in her heart insisted she was.
Her mouth opened and all the fear came spilling out.
"Sometimes I don't feel like an Earp."
Gentle fingers pushed a strand of hair away from her face.
"You are an Earp, Waves," Wynonna opened another beer and swirled some around her mouth before continuing, "you are my sister." She lowered her gaze, and wiped angrily at the tears that threatened to fountain out again.
"I am sorry…" Wynonna stopped and tried to clear the lump in her throat. She failed and drowned it in more beer instead. "I wasn't the best of sisters."
"At least you always remembered my birthday," Waverly smiled up at her and patted her arm gently, "even when you were in juvie."
They sat in silence for a while, lost in different recollections, then Wynonna elbowed her sister with a sudden smirk.
"Remember that time I made you a cake?"
"Oh God," Waverly spluttered, beer dripping down her chin, "don't remind me of the mudcake."
Wynonna punched her shoulder playfully, faking outrage, "you ate it!" there was the beginning of a slur in her voice as she jabbed a finger in Waverly's chest for emphasis.
"I was sick for a week !" But Wynonna's laughter was infectious, and Waverly could not help being dragged along.
"It's the thought that counts!" They collapsed against each other in a fit of giggles, as Wynonna wheezed the words out, shoulders heaving uncontrollably. Just as they were regaining their breath, clumsy hands spilled some beer and it set them off again.
"Yeah, dad didn't think it counted for much when I threw up on his favorite ratty chair."
Waverly chuckled, but it caught wetly in her throat, "God his face turned bright red." She sniffled and wiped her nose on the blanket before continuing, "he was sitting there, drinking himself into a stupor as alway, and I felt so sick…" she grimaced with the memory. The cake had been the most disgusting thing she had ever put in her mouth. But Wynonna had been so proud of her creation, her little self had felt she had to eat it to the last crumb. Afterwards, cramps had tied a knot around her belly, and she had dragged herself to her father in utter misery. She had opened her mouth to tell him she felt sick, vomiting all over his shoes and the armchair instead.
"He took me to the barn and gave me a beating," Waverly clamped her teeth together to stop the flow, but it was too late, "I never told him it was your cake that made me sick," she screwed her eyes shut and swallowed hard, "I didn't want him to beat you too."
"He what?" Wynonna tightened her hand about the beer she was holding to the point her fingers started to hurt. She closed her eyes tightly for a moment, trying to refrain from shattering the bottle in her hand. Oh God. She felt the bile rise in her throat, and it had nothing to do with the alcohol.
"Dad was a drunk fuck-up, Wynonna."
"Waves...he just...he was…" She swallowed thickly, unable to say anything else.
"Stop it! You have idolized him because you killed him! It's your guilt talking, Wynonna. You remember how mom used to cry late at night? You used to tell me she was just sad, until she took us to our secret place one day and I could see the bruises."
Wynonna stared out across the yard, barely feeling the press of the open beer bottle against her lips. The beer was bitter on her tongue.
"What's that, mama?" She poked at her mother's arm with a pudgy finger, and then looked up at her mother with wide, dark eyes. She felt anxious and didn't know why, but her mother just bent down, gently caressing her cheeks with her fingertips.
"Nothing, little pup, you know mama is a little clumsy sometimes." She smoothed hair back from a small forehead, leaned down and kissed a pert, little nose. "Now go on, my little pup. Go find Willa, I will be out in a moment."
She watched as Wynonna scampered off calling for Willa. She sat down heavily in her chair, letting her head fall into her hands for a brief moment. Her shoulders heaved, but only once. She straightened and looked in the mirror, smoothing her hair back from her face. She glanced down at her arm, wincing at the long, red welt that graced a pale forearm. Old, oblong bruises, once deep purple and black, but now faded to yellow, were scattered up and down her arm, and she cursed herself for forgetting to put on a long sleeve shirt. She bit her lip before getting up and going to her closet, digging out a long sleeved blouse despite the heat of the day. Some things never changed.
Wynonna could feel the salt pricking her eyes, and her lips twisted in a bitter smile. There had been many long sleeved blouses throughout her childhood.
"Wynonna?" Wynonna shook herself from her daze, tearing her gaze from the past to look at Waverly. God Waverly had been so young, just a baby when their mother had left. Wynonna shoved the uneasy feeling away that maybe their mother hadn't left of her own accord.
"I wanted to protect you. I fucked up didn't I?" You were just so young, so small! And I was your big sister. I was supposed to take care of you!" She growled in agitation. Talking about feelings, dealing with intense emotions had never been her particular forte.
"I was small, but I wasn't stupid Wynonna."
"You were never stupid."
"Yeah? Tell that to everyone else in this one horse, hick town."
"Waverly, no one here thinks you're stupid. Hell! They know you're probably the smartest person here in town!" Wynonna grunted and stabbed her fingers through her hair, grimacing when her long fingers caught on a few tangles. She really needed a haircut. She sighed this time. She'd never been particularly good at these types of talks. Uncle Curtis had been better equipped at it. He'd always been the one who'd understood Waverly better than anyone else.
"Look, Waves, it's just that…" she sighed again, taking a long swig of her beer, "it's just that you're an…"
"Omega." Waverly spit the word out even as it curdled on her tongue. She laughed again, and even Wynonna could smell the bitter edge to it. "Oh and let's not forget that I'm an Earp."
"Hey!" Wynonna stared at her sister indignantly. "Maybe the Earps aren't the richest, and aside from you, we aren't the smartest, but we sure as hell are the toughest and the most loyal." Wynonna chuckled sourly, "Hell, we're just about the meanest," she muttered under her breath before finally draining her beer bottle. She felt her head swim a little, and she set the bottle down. It tilted back against the rest of the bottles, clinking in silent solidarity with its fallen brothers.
Wynonna shook her head. That was a lot of beer bottles, most drunk by her, and she could feel the alcohol now, the slow lassitude in her limbs as she straightened her back, and fumbled for her sister's hand. "Hey, now. You are the bestest of the Omegas," her voice slurred ever so slightly, and pinched her nose with her other hand trying to steady herself. "The truth is, Waves, you're the best of the Earps. It's gonna be you that redeems this family. You're gonna give us a legacy to be proud of. Someday when people talk about the Earps, they're gonna talk about Wyatt and you."
Wynonna nodded resolutely, believing every word down to her stringy, drunken core. She just hoped Waverly would believe it too. She turned and looked at her sister, "Nicole loves you."
Waverly burst into tears, shocked and mortified that she was suddenly crying so hard sitting on the porch with her sister. She felt disconnected, out of place, and very little made sense anymore. Willa was back, except, she didn't really smell right; and Waverly didn't understand why. She might be pregnant because of a stupid, broken condom; and she shuddered to think about how Wynonna would take the news. And God only knew how Nicole would react if she was pregnant. And while she firmly believed Nicole would make a wonderful sire and mother, she had never intended to trap Nicole; no matter how unintentionally. Because Nicole was honorable, and would want to do the "right" thing. Even if the right thing meant tying herself to an Omega she barely knew.
Wynonna awkwardly hauled Waverly into her arms, only for the younger Earp to pull back, and scramble to her feet and dash back inside the house.
Well fuck.
She sat there a bit dumbstruck, playing idly with the empty bottle she still held. She knew she should go after Waverly, make sure her little sister was all right. Wynonna hunched her shoulders, and sighed. Going inside also meant braving Gus' disapproving eyes. Her aunt would take one look at her and ask - what did you do now Wynonna? - assuming she was guilty of something. Just like the rest of that goddamn hole of a town did whenever she showed her face. Then again could she really blame them? When you are the rotten apple for too long it kinda sticks to you, no matter how hard you're trying to get a good redemption arc going.
And god knew she needed that redemption arc. Not just for herself but for Willa, and probably mostly for Waverly. Waverly deserved better than what was coming, because while Wynonna didn't know for sure what was on the horizon, her Alpha paced restlessly, gnawing away at her bones. The spaces between her ribs ached, and the cold was settling in, frosting over her bones. Something was coming.
She stood slowly and the world titled gently for a moment, before righting itself. Wynonna burped, then took a few wavering steps towards the door. She was never more happy to be an Alpha than when she was drunk, as her metabolism would ensure she had no headache the next morning. Well, there had been that one time in Kansas City, but admittedly she had had way more than a few beers.
She shook her head trying to clear it of its stupor and thought back at what she could have possibly said to make Waverly burst into tears. She tugged at her hair, frustrated, wishing that Nicole was there. Wynonna was still coming to terms with her sister and the Alpha cop being an item - she was kind of allergic to cops in general - but there was a stability about Nicole that she was starting to like. Maybe she should ask Dolls to make her a Black Badge deputy. They could use another pair of hands.
A crunch of wheels on gravel made her turn, and she watched as Nicole parked her cruiser next to the barn. The red- head waved to her as she approached.
"Waverly texted me you found your sister?" her eyebrows wiggled in confusion, "I was done with my shift so I thought…"
"I'm glad you are here," Wynonna cut her off relieved, waving away questions about Willa. Those could wait till morning, "Could you...uh...talk to Waves? I think I made her cry?"
"You what ?" Nicole's voice was a strangled growl. Her Alpha snapped and she moved so close to Wynonna that they were almost nose to nose. Waverly's sister held her ground under Nicole's heated gaze, but her usual scent was so subdued with the chill of confusion that Nicole's Alpha relented slightly.
"Where is she?" she could not help but chew off the words.
"Her room I guess," Wynonna nodded her on, "I am sure you know the way by now." She added with a hint of her usual snark.
Nicole didn't waste time on a comeback and rushed inside, barely registering Gus' startled question, or the strange girl sleeping on their couch. All that mattered now was Waverly.
Waverly was crying. Nicole briefly regretted not punching Wynonna in the face, but before she could retrace her steps to rectify, she was in front of her girlfriend's closed door, panting quietly,
Waverly's scent still drifted to her and her mouth dropped slightly open. She let the comforting trace of clover and mint coat her tongue and pulled it greedily into her lungs. Her brow wrinkled in thought. Below the familiar smells she could detect a few red licks of Waverly's distress.
She raised a fist and softly rapped her knuckles on the aged wood.
"Go AWAY !" Waverly's muffled shout was followed by what sounded suspiciously like wet sniffles. Nicole placed the palm of her hand on her door, as if by doing so she could stroke her lover's cheeks and gently pushed her scent forward, without speaking. She hoped Waverly would feel her presence and let her in. It would have been easier to announce herself, but she wanted Waverly to come to her when she was ready. She would stand outside her room the whole night if necessary.
The door opened so abruptly she almost fell forwards.
"Nicole?" Waverly's cheeks were streaked with tears, her eyes puffy and red. Her lip quivered as she tried to hold back another bout of sobs, and she gave Nicole a miserable look.
"You shouldn't be here," she wiped some snot on the sleeve of her shirt, "I mean, I am happy you are here, but I don't want you to see me like this." Waverly was stammering by the end of the sentence.
"It's ok, baby," Nicole wanted nothing more than to pull her into a tight hug, but kept her arms firmly at her sides, letting Waverly decide whether she wanted contact or if she would rather close the door in her face.
"Can I come in?" She asked timidly. Her Alpha pushed forward with irritation. She should not have to ask permission for anything, especially not to her Omega. Nicole sent it reeling with a mental kick.
Waverly hesitated for a brief moment, leaning against the door that was partially open. Her throat was sore and her head ached, and she was more than a little embarrassed that Nicole was able to see just how upset she was, how tired and worried she was. She wasn't really sure that she and Nicole were quite "there" yet, at that special place in a relationship, when it it didn't matter if your love saw you with tangled hair, swollen red eyes, and a dripping nose. She winced when she felt her nose start to run again. She tried to sniff as delicately as possible in an attempt to stem what was sure to become an actual drip, but even as she looked up at Nicole in embarrassment; her heart fluttered when her sight was briefly filled with a light blue handkerchief.
Nicole smiled gently, stepping a little closer, delicately swiping her handkerchief under Waverly's nose. She pressed the cloth gently to her nose, smiling even harder when a small hand wrapped around her own.
"You're beautiful," she whispered reverently, "so beautiful."
Waverly blushed hard, dropping her gaze from Nicole's. She reluctantly let go of Nicole's hand and stepped back, letting Nicole step into her room.
Waverly carefully closed the door behind Nicole, hesitating for a moment, one hand still on the knob, and the other hand pressed against the cracked grain of the wood. She leaned her forehead against the door briefly, before taking a deep breath and then letting it slowly, wisp by wisp. She could do this.
She turned around, a bright smile on her face, but she couldn't quite disguise the tremble of her lip. "Everything is fine." She brushed her bangs back from her face, and walked over to her bureau, fumbling for her brush. She pulled the hair tie out of her hair, and hastily started brushing her hair back, before quickly putting it back up in a pony tail. It wasn't entirely necessary, but it gave her something to do with her hands. Gave her time to think, to steady her nerves.
Waverly carefully set the brush down and grabbed a tissue. She patted below her eyes, and hoped that Nicole wouldn't be able to notice how upset she still was. She looked up in the mirror, her breath catching at their reflection.
Nicole stepped up behind Waverly, careful to still keep a few inches of space between their bodies. She wanted to wrap her arms around the smaller girl, hold her, tell her that everything would work out, tell her that she wouldn't leave her. But she didn't. She didn't touch her, but simply stared at the mirror, stared into Waverly's reflected eyes.
Waverly met Nicole's mirrored gaze and the lightest tingle started at the base of her skull. She was conscious of how close the taller girl was. She could feel the warmth come off her body and the hint of Nicole's breath brush the back of her neck. She allowed Nicole's scent to wrap itself around her, the crinkled leather of a favorite jacket, a bit worn but only made better fitting by use. The Alpha smelled like that and more, a trace of mulled wine scalding but pleasant at the back of her throat. Her light cinnamon scent wrapped itself securely around Waverly and it felt safe, it felt like home, it felt like possibility. Waverly looked into those brown eyes and saw a light in them she wasn't used to seeing. Nobody had ever looked at her that way - Wynonna and Gus' gazes certainly softened with affection for her - but this was different. Nicole looked at her like a supplicant to a Goddess, utterly devoted in her adoration.
Waverly felt her throat tighten, and she could barely breathe. She shivered despite the growing heat in the room, and her brain felt slightly foggy, and she almost wished her heat was back so that she could just let go and blame her tumultuous emotions on the hormones and pheromones. But she couldn't rely on instinct, only her own personal choices. She had to choose.
She couldn't tear her gaze away from Nicole's in the mirror. She had known Nicole was attracted to her, and while she believed it was probably more than just her heat that had drawn them together; she hadn't been quite ready to truly believe it; believe that anyone would look at her with such passion, such devotion, such adoration. No matter what Wynonna had said on the porch.
But here she was; this tall, beautiful Alpha standing behind her, not touching her, not speaking, but letting her gaze speak for her, and Waverly was too overwhelmed to find the words to tell Nicole that she saw, that she understood. Finally. So she simply gave Nicole the barest of nods, but it was enough and the Alpha's eyes grew impossibly softer, and her eyes shown with the barest hint of wet salt.
So she turned quickly, before she lost her nerve, and she threw herself across the inches of distance, slamming her body into Nicole's. Her mouth blindly sought Nicole's, their lips sliding past each other, teeth clacking slightly, and Waverly was sure they would probably both have bruised lips tomorrow, but it didn't matter, because within seconds, strong arms pulled her firmly into a lean body; and nothing else really mattered.
Nicole hadn't been quite prepared when Waverly had desperately hurled herself into her arms, and she couldn't suppress the oomph that escaped her chest. She winced when Waverly's teeth scraped her lips, but she immediately wrapped her arms around the supple body that was pushing into her own; and she pulled Waverly impossibly tighter, closer, wishing that she could simply stay like this forever.
Nicole pressed lightly into Waverly's lower back, gently encouraging the small girl to lean even more into Nicole. She widened her stance slightly so she could bear more of Waverly's weight, and her Alpha rumbled excitedly when Waverly took the hint and started to relax and let the force of her weight slip from her own muscles into the Alpha's strong frame.
Nicole nuzzled her face into Waverly's neck, licking lightly behind her ear, humming at the taste of salt and musk that slipped across her tongue from the slight rise in pheromones. Waverly's pheromones weren't nearly as strong since she wasn't near her heat, but Nicole could still just taste her on her tongue. She dragged tongue against her top teeth in an effort to capture the rest of her taste that still rested on her tongue, and she hummed at the taste of flame and sweet clover.
But then her face twisted slightly when she realized that the heat she could taste was more bitter than anything. "You were drinking?" Her heart hammered in panic.
"Just a few…"
"What if you are pregnant?" She tried to keep her voice to the lowest of whispers. The last thing they needed was a vengeful Wynonna barging in. Alphas had good hearing.
"what if something happened to you?" Nicole almost choked at the thought.
Waverly smiled gently, reaching up and smoothing wisps of hair back behind Nicole's ear that had escaped her braid. "Nic, beer doesn't affect Omegas as much as Betas. Like Alphas, I have a really high metabolism, and if I was pregnant, I would have an even higher metabolism. The pup's metabolism would burn through the alcohol pretty quickly." She gently grasped Nicole's hand, "It's ok, if there is a pup, no harm will come to it. I promise. But if it makes you feel better, I won't drink anymore until we know for certain?"
Nicole nodded, not bothering to deny the simple relief she felt at Waverly's words. "Thank you. I don't mean to make you give up...I mean, I don't want you to…" She sighed heavily and shook her head ruefully, before giving Waverly a lopsided grin and half-shrug.
Waverly nodded, "It's ok, I get it, you know."
Nicole bit her lip before looking at Waverly sheepishly, "You know, we should find out about...um…" she gestured vaguely towards Waverly's stomach, flushing as she did so. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about what they would do if Waverly was actually pregnant, and try as she might, couldn't stop imagining what it would be like to have a child running around with her eyes, and with Waverly's precocious nature and endless curiosity. The thought caused her to flush again, and she bit her lip before she opened her mouth and said something insanely stupid.
She didn't need to worry though, because Waverly was pressing kisses to the corner of her mouth, and her mind went completely blank as she became all too aware of soft curves pressing into her own, and warm kisses pressing against her flushed cheeks. She whimpered slightly when their lips finally met again, and she welcomed the feel of Waverly's slim hands grasping her hips. She bucked her hips against Waverly's, and slipped her thigh in between Waverly's legs, and pressed up lightly. She was rewarded with a startled gasp as Waverly tore her mouth from Nicole's and rested her head on Nicole's shoulder.
Nicole ran her hands soothingly up and down Waverly's back, noting how tight the girl's muscles were. She winced at the thought that maybe she was pushing Waverly, and she felt a ribbon of unease slither through her chest. She pulled back slightly and looked down, trying to see the other girl's flushed face, but she kept it carefully hidden in Nicole's shoulder.
Nicole sighed regretfully and angled her head slightly so she could rest her cheek against Waverly's temple. "Waves…" but she was interrupted by Waverly suddenly jerking her head from her shoulder and pressing her mouth against Nicole's neck.
Waverly jerked back, not wanting to hear whatever it was that Nicole would say. She'd heard the anxious regret in the cop's voice, and she refused to let either of them dwell on it. Instead she pressed her open mouth to Nicole's neck, lightly sucking on her pulse point and laving it with her tongue. She smiled against warm skin when she felt Nicole shudder in her arms. She nipped lightly, bruising the pale skin, and then soothing it with her tongue.
She knew that they should probably talk more, but she was tired of talking, and her hands seemed to have a mind of their own, slim fingers undoing Nicole's uniform buttons. Her breathing quickened as the pale, perfect skin beneath was revealed. She pulled the shirt open and had to resist the urge to lean forward and kiss everywhere.
She worked worried creases in the fabric, her whole frame shaking slightly and startled when Nicole reassuring grip closed around her wrists. The Alpha rubbed soothing circles on her skin and Waverly's hold gradually relaxed. She wanted this, wanted Nicole, but somehow without the encompassing drive of her heat, she was left a quivering mess of nerves. Like a virgin on her first time.
Nicole released her slowly, then her hand rose to stroke along Waverly's cheek, trace the outline of her jaw.
"We don't have to do anything…" the brown of her irises was specked with gold and Waverly got lost in those reassuring depths. She had see the color burst alive with want at the briefest of sparks and realized she wanted to see that again.
"No...I...want this. Want you ." She gulped anxiously and moved closer to Nicole. She felt the Alpha's arm sneak around her waist gently, as if too much strength could break her, then Nicole's fingers tipped her head back slowly and the redhead closed the distance between them, capturing Waverly's lips with hers.
The kiss was hesitant at first, and they were like two dancers who were trying new paces for the first time. Waverly did not miss the heat leading her on its leash. She had wanted Nicole back then too, but her instincts had driven her body for the most part - this time it was wholly her heart.
Waverly was done talking, done questioning for now, instead all that mattered was this moment. And somehow, Waverly knew that Nicole would agree, that she would follow Waverly's lead. So she carefully pushed Nicole back, much to the Alpha's dismay, and she chuckled lightly at the pout forming on the Alpha's face.
"Bed, Nic." She murmured as she pressed her lips against Nicole's again, and she was rewarded by an eager sigh and hands gently guiding her down to the bed. Hands fumbled with buttons and hooks, and so eager were they in their desire for each other, neither heard the door open.
"Well, this isn't surprising."
Waverly squeaked and jerked upright, scrambling off of Nicole, her skin pricking and burning in embarrassment. She took a shaky breath, slightly relieved that at least it wasn't Wynonna standing in her room. But before she could make any excuses or even attempt to explain what they'd been doing in a way that would hopefully make Gus think they weren't doing what they were about to do, Gus interrupted them.
"I think you should go to Nicole's for the night, Waverly." Gus looked over Waverly's shoulder as the the young girl sputtered and tried to grab what was left of both her dignity and her shirt, and gave Nicole a meaningful look, arching one eyebrow and jerking her head slightly downstairs.
Nicole's eyes narrowed, and she barely bit back a snarl when Gus had interrupted them. She knew it was Gus' right at this was also Gus' home, but this...this...Beta, had come into her den, while she, the Alpha, was trying to comfort and love her mate. Nicole bit her lip hard as she felt the growl building in her chest, and she had to take deep breaths through her mouth, as she pushed her snarling Alpha away. Because this wasn't actually her den, and Waverly wasn't actually her mate. She whined at the thought and immediately flushed when Waverly turned around to look at her, questions on the tip of her tongue that she refrained from letting spill out.
"There is a lot going on right now," Gus soothed as she raised her hands placatingly towards the clearly irritated Alpha and embarrassed Omega. "I think you could both use some time to yourselves. Unwind. Release some of that tension." She smirked when both of them flushed at her this time, and she straightened from where she had been leaning against the doorjamb.
"Good it's settled. Waverly needs a night away, and I'm sure you can be trusted, Nicole." She smirked again and gestured towards Waverly's bed, "Besides I don't want this house to smell like spunk again. You have no idea how long it took me to clean up the last mess you two left behind." She snorted as they both shuffled their feet like young children caught with their hands in the cookie jar. But she smiled even as she shook her head in amused exasperation and turned and walked back downstairs to sit with the still sedated Willa.
A/N: So...thoughts? Sex in next chapter!