I own nothing, this story is written by electricsymphony, fromthechaos
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Lounging amongst the slightly musty, all-encompassing familiarity of the Homestead, wrapped in Nicole, Wynonna, fire and meticulously designed decorative pillows, Waverly Earp had naught a complaint in the world. Except maybe hunger -- of the food variety at this moment, thank you -- and that Wynonna had literally the shittiest taste in movies imaginable.
Once she finally managed the willpower to disentangle herself from a nirvana haven of sensation, she trudged to the kitchen in search of something -- bread... fruit, even just chocolate or donuts -- god knows they must have those -- or just anything that was slightly more sustainable than the copious amounts of whiskey and weed in her belly.
She could feel Wynonna's eyes following her to the kitchen, while Nic seemed to remain temporarily content snuggled into winter blankets watching shitty, tactless gore movies.
Wy snuck arms around Waverly's waist, lifting her up by her hips and setting her on the counter, grinning with no question of intent.
"Mhm babygirl, got a kiss for your big sister?"
Wy carefully, sensuously, ran her hands up and down Wave's bare thighs, reaching over to grab a new bottle of whiskey -- the old one had done up and dried out quite a few hours ago -- , taking a long swig of it.
Waverly gripped Wy by the collar of the leather jacket she had ceremoniously draped over her sister's blanket-snuggled form earlier as if she were knighting her into the Queen's Cabinet.
Mhm, she groans into the whiskey-laden, tobacco infused citrusy scent of Wy's mouth in wanton exuberance at the thought, that sounds damn nice…
Her Wynonna on her fucking knees in front of little babygirl Waverly Earp as she knights her into a royal kingdom and fucks her silly with the hilt of an accolade — shit on crackers, she flushes merely at the direction of her own internal dialogue — because apparently finally getting everything she wants in life makes her ridiculously, sinfully horny.
"God, you taste like smoke and citrus and truth and if you ever stop kissing me, I'll shoot you with your own damn gun."
Wynonna's answer is so sharp, so succinct — so easy — that it knocks the breath out of Waverly's lungs. "Then don't let me stop, baby girl."
Grabbing her sister's shoulders, keeping her in place, clutching harder than either wanted to analyze, Wy kisses Wave with unrepentant hunger, using a free hand to twist the lid back on the bottle, rubbing the neck up and down her sister's slick, hot thighs, slow, sensual and filled to the brim with promise.
"I dunno --" Waverly intones mischievously, a stupid, silly, affectionately mocking grin on her face, "-- sometimes you're sooo annoying that shooting you with Peacemaker doesn't seem entirely unappe--"
She breaks off with a yelp as Wy digs harder into her shoulders, keening and arching at the friction and touch of the neck of the whiskey bottle tickling her oversensitive thighs.
"Mhm, yes, fuck Wy, yes -- tease me back, fuck me back, god I so deserve it, I deserve you ."
Wynonna's smirk is somehow both the incision of the knife and the gauze that heals it all in the same quirk of a lip. She runs the top of the bottle neck along her sister's vaginal lips, pressing a little to tease it between them, swirling around her entrance and up to her clit.
"Hmm? What's that you want, baby girl? You gonna ask real nice?"
"Mmpph, god Wy —"
Unable to articulate more, she keens out harder, rougher, like a feral cat, all teeth and impatience but still with the adorable eyes and sly grin.
"Damn Wy, you know I'm so nice." Her smirk is so contrary to the sugar sweet tone and words of her next statement it's almost comical — "So sweet and wholesome and innocent ."
Her whole-face smile is so wide and joyous that it could easily infect a hundred meter radius, her eyes shining with pleasure and contentment. "I was named nicest girl in Purgatory, I'll have you know. There was a sash, so you know it's official."
She tilts her head up -- cocky, confident and insinuating. "Wanna give me something better?"
"I wasn't asking if you were nice, smartass!" Wy says with a scowl, withdrawing the bottle. "I said ask nicely. So fucking ask me nicely, babygirl..."
Waverly's shit-eating grin is still center-stage. "I was leading into it, asshole -- what if I don't want to ask nicely? What if I'm sick of asking nicely ?"
She pouted, steel and resolve and pure stubborn Earp assholery.
"For you , though, Wy -- well, I've never had anyone I like to break more rules for..."
She leaned in closer, the core of her wet pussy grinding into Wy's, creating delicious but so far from enough friction. "Please, Wy -- please fuck me with the hilt of a whiskey bottle, because I need you to, always needed someone to, but always wanted it to be you."
She stops, a sudden but brief break in her confidence, still unable to hold back her breathless state, quaking with emotion and sheer, sheer lust. " You were always the bad girl, Wy, and I was just me . You were the one people thought should be punished, the one people wanted to punish. Right now, I want you to pretend that's me. Fuck me like everyone wanted to fuck you, Wy; god please -- please , I'm begging you, I need it so bad."
Wynonna lets out a keening, primal growl in response, pressing the bottle into her sister's open, ready heat, burying it to the fluting with sheer abandon and want. "Fuck, Waverly, babygirl, god..."
She kisses her neck hungrily in tandem, starting an aggressive pace.
Nicole shuffled over to the kitchen, watching the sisters with admiration and lust, knowing intuitively how badly both Earp sisters needed this moment... she beamed with affection and honor for the role she played in bringing them together. Knowing that as much as the sisters needed each other, they needed her too. Would always need her. Even within their once in a universe bond, their uncommon but utterly extraordinary relationship, they still needed Nicole . Still wanted her there, invited her there.
But right in this moment, she knew what they needed was her support. Her understanding of something so very inexplicable.
"God, yes , Wy -- "
Waverly's head tilts back, eyes fluttering in time with her big sister's relentless assault.
"-- you're so... good to me, so so so -- umph, shit, please -- harder, fuck me harder, harder, don't you dare hold back on me -- you've fucked harder, I know you fuck Doc harder, you fucked all those -- " she growls this one out, not bothering to even attempt to hide the bitterness and salt in her tone -- " those idiot high school boys harder, fuck your little sister harder damnit, 'cause I've been watching you fuck those stupid dumb boys for years , and I want that, I want that Wy; don't protect me, don't love me, not right now; fuck me right now, okay? You've always protected me, always loved me -- I don't need any of that now, just want to feel you. Deep, Wy; deep and hard and fast and mean; do that for me?"
She looks up, stretching and moaning and scratching from the rhythm -- "fuck me 'cause you love me?
Wynonna raises an eyebrow, utter surprise in her eyes as she continues and ramps up her aggressive rhythm. "You watched me? When I was fucking boys? What about when I was fucking girls, hmm? Did'ya watch me go down on the head cheerleader on your squad when you were a freshman?"
Waverly hums and keens and bellows out expletives of all kinds, muttering in random incomprehensible languages.
"Yes, god fuck yes -- you weren't exactly -- umpgh, godshit Wy -- discreet, you weren't discreet and you know it. The walls were thin , Wy -- I always knew who you were fucking; it's a small town, I could tell just by the tone of their voice."
She breaks off, the rhythm getting increasingly hard and fast and dirty, and jeez, she could hardly breathe.
"Car -- Caroline Jackson, that -- fuck, fuck, fuck -- that was the cheerleader, and Nicholas Kerry, god Wy, that one sounded good; I fucked Ben four times in one night the very day after 'cause I couldn't stop thinking 'bout it — couldn't stop thinking about you — all day and you know I never even liked Ben all that much. And -- "
She licked her lips, tears in her eyes from meeting Wy's pace --
"... when you fucked James Jenny Porter from your high school class at the same time; god, I was so young that I couldn't look Gus in the eye for two weeks, I faked having laryngitis just so she wouldn't make me talk — "
Wy's eyebrows now rose to her hairline — was... was she serious? How long — how young ? — had her presumably nerdy little sister been spying on her, getting herself off to Wy's years of deviance, rebellion and vile decadence?
Trying to remain composed, but her breathing just slightly shallow —
"You should have come found me then and there, knowing I was fucking a brother and sister? Baby, you should have known I'd fuck you. She sucked his dick while I plowed her with a strap on, but you know that already, don't you?"
She plunges in and out at a harder pace now, delirious with the onslaught of images —
"God I can just picture you, kneeling outside my door, your little ear pressed against it, opening it a crack, not knowing if you were scared to get caught or actually wanted to — "
Her grin was almost maniacal now, high on pleasure, sound, sense and revelations. "Did little baby Waverly get off listening to me fuck half of Purgatory?"
"For god sakes, Wy, you were in high school and I was twelve ; I was mortified, I didn't even know I had those kind of feelings for anyone, let alone you!"
Her tone was harsh, but her body isn't on the same wavelength; it's arching high, spasming with pleasure, grasping and holding fists of her big sister's curly, gorgeous, mussed up hair as she keens, little whimpers and howls and yes yes yes fuck yes please --
"God, you're -- gonna make me come just from the image of you and those two."
She grins at Nic over Wy's shoulder, but her entire body is in quakes and shivers, so it's sloppy and messy and barely steady.
"God only knows you've got amazing taste, in more ways than one."
Nicole leans over Wy's shoulder, getting Waves' message loud and clear, kissing any semblance of her girlfriend's nerves and worries away sloppily into oblivion before breaking to continue cooking.
Wynonna smirks, all teeth and taunt. "Well, when I was twelve I was masturbating four times a day, so I had to ask."
She retracts the bottle suddenly and without warning, dropping down to snug her face between Waverly's legs, shoving the bottle into Nicole's hand, her other hand busy burying three fingers deep into her little sister, sucking and nibbling hungrily at her clit.
Nicole looks at the bottle and grins wickedly, wrapping her mouth around the neck, moving her hungry lips up and down, sucking it clean of her girlfriend's juices.
"Jesus, fuck Wy -- ta -- tab -- more, pressure , more pressure --" her body is close, so close, from the rhythm of the bottle fucking to Wy's masterful tongue to her filthy words and images long suppressed and jesus shit, hell or heaven 'cause fuck if she knows which anymore driving her into incoherence, into white blinding light.
"-- Table," she demands more harshly, leaving indents from the ferocity of her fingers dug in Wy's scalp, leaving no question. "Wy, table . Put, want --"
Wynonna nods, wrapping strong arms around Waverly's hips, lifting her up, still sucking and biting roughly over every expanse imaginable, lying her down on the table, pushing four fingers deep in her, curling them up into her spot, spreading them and repeating the process, over and over to the symphony of her little sister's howls of agreement.
"Mhm, god, yes --"
She can't make anymore words, just random mutters and growls as her hips buck and move with the stretch of Wy's fingers, and oh holy Wynonna, just... Wy... Wy, why hadn't they done this so many years ago?
Why had she kept convincing herself she didn't want this?
Why did she try so hard to convince herself that listening to her sister fuck random townies was totally normal and just general sexual curiosity?
Looking up in utter amazement and devotion to her sister's devious grin, her affectionate eyes and her glorious fingers made Waverly see nothing but blank space as she cried out in so much satisfaction, coming so forcefully against Wynonna that her body crashed, slumping into her big sister's shoulders, unable to speak, just stare up at her in drugged wonderment.
Wynonna immediately held her close, lips pressed to her temple. "I've got you babygirl; I've got you." She whispered, soothingly in a way uncharacteristic of any image of Wynonna Earp. She smoothed Waverly's hair, her smile so full of wonder and adoration it made Waverly's insides twist in unfamiliar shock waves.
"Oh babygirl... I've wanted to do that since... god, I don't even know you were probably 15..."
Nicole raises an incredulous eyebrow at Wynonna, the older woman scoffing. "What -- that's — you're gonna judge me for that?"
Nicole shakes her head firmly, finding amusement in Wynonna's very blatant misunderstanding of her surprise. Her wolfish grin on full display, she laughs: "Just thinkin' with all that talk maybe 15 is you being generous with yourself..."
Waverly snorts at Nic's implication, all dorky charm, and shivers at even the idea that Wy had wanted her like this since she was 15. If she let herself honestly remember those little moments she'd been suppressing, there were more than a few times that Wy had stared at her with absolutely zero tact or discretion, her gaze lingering so intently like she wanted to eat her, and it had started earlier than she thinks she even realized.
She kisses Wy's nose, and then her chin, and then on her lips -- sweet, sloppy and quick with fervor and abandon.
"You're amazing, Wy; and that's... that's so much more than I ever dreamt of. So much more than I ever thought I deserved."
Giving her sister a final slow, languid kiss, Waverly walked over to her girlfriend, as easily as she could with her legs quaking in all the best ways, and kisses her slow, deep and passionate, overflowing gratitude and awe embedded in wet green eyes and her voice bordering on throaty tears.
" You though, babe, you knocked my world over. I don't -- you're perfect, and you're not judging this, or running, or... do you love me... like this? When I want this, show that I want this? I've -- "
Her voice trails off, some heavy deep thing lodged in her throat, something that's clearly been lodged there for a very long time.
"I've never been upfront about who I am or what I want and so if you, uh, if you, y'know, thought something else — "
Nicole's heart swells in that moment, not thinking she could possibly fall more in love with that hesitant, shy side of her girlfriend, smiling down at her, love and acceptance etched in her lips before cutting off the rambles with a kiss.
"Baby, you're not hurting anyone by loving Wynonna... why would I even dream about standing between you two? As long as I can still be yours..."
"I..." Waverly has been shocked completely silent, flabbergasted by the fact that she hasn't woken up yet. This.. this was a dream, right?
"Jesus Nic, are you even real? You... you're so..."
A deep, low rumble comes from her chest, and the pounding of excitement and numbness in her ears explodes into mind-bleaching blank space.
"I'm always yours, and god, you better be mine, I wouldn't know how to function without it... I just... also, Wy…"
She sighs before speaking again, but there's a smile on her lips, one she can't possibly subdue -- "I don't know if there's ever been a moment in my life that I haven't been hers."
Waverly just stares at Nicole, still unable to process this, still conditioned in many ways to think that people accepting her for parts of her that are actually authentic was impossible, a pipe dream, a fantasy better left on a dusty book shelf than open on a bedside table, and before Officer Haught had entered Shorty's with her charm and her smile and her life-altering convictions, Waverly had pretty much made peace with that.
Some people's lives are better than others, whatever; that's just how it was.
But this was..
"Holy shit, Nic, I'm gonna Hallmark Sex you up all night long, so let's finish this mac cheese and get to getting, yeah?"
Nicole blushes a pretty pink, but her wide smile overpowers anything else.
"Baby, I love you. I love you so much. I can't wait to grow old with you... with Wynonna too... us ..." she pauses, her hesitance understandable but unfounded... " together ?"
Wynonna looks up from the blunt she'd just lit, her eyes sparkling with humor — "Is this gonna be like a sister wives thing?"
Waverly scoffs at her sister, but her eyes belay the exact same sense of amusement.
"Of course not, Wy, we're all far too well-dressed for that."
Nicole snorts and even Wynonna gives a little saucy grin, but Wave's expression turns back to Nicole, softening in its sincerity.
"But... the together part? Yes, god, fucking yes, please, you're so incredible."
Waverly straightens, all steel and fire and determination —
"Fuck sister-wives, you know what kind of thing this really is? This is an 'I love you, both of you and there's no stupid label that's gonna keep me down from that' thing, and I don't care if I have to shout it from the tallest rooftop in Calgary, I will ."
Her brain freezes at a sudden thought, something so completely and utterly unbidden, coming from a place so far down, so deeply stunted that she didn't even know it was there. Eyes wide and stunned at the turn of her own thoughts, wet and amazed, the words come out before her brain has even a second to contemplate.
"Can you guys fuck? Like, in Wy's room, specifically , door closed, and I'm gonna listen outside like you don't know I'm there, and you guys can... uh..." Her cheeks finally catch up with her words, and she blushes something fierce, but doesn't allow herself to stop. "Catch me? Catch me there, listening when I'm not supposed to be?"
Oh mother of fucking god, did that actually come out of her mouth?
Nicole nearly splutters on just air at the thought — stunned, but certainly not opposed. The very opposite of opposed.
She gulps, a heady shot of white hot lust catching like lightning through her entire body.
"Like... right now?"
Wynonna grins, looking between her flustered, horrified sister and their stunned, horny girlfriend with a keen sense of her own want and intrigue by the idea —
"Nah Big Red, you can eat your mac cheese first."
Her two lovers visibly relax, evident in their shoulders, their posture and their breathing at the momentary refuge from their flustered faces and overly imaginative minds.
"But you best eat quickly, Redhaught, 'cause you of all people should know by now only a fool with a death wish makes an Earp wait longer than they're willing, and you've now got yourself saddled with two."
Nicole coughs and Waverly's brows rise to her hairline, although neither is quite sure why they're taken aback —
"'Cause I promise you'll be getting a hell of a lot more to eat than any box a' Kraft's gonna provide."
Unceremoniously, entirely without fanfare or facial expression, Nic dumps the remainder of the mac cheese in the sink, turns back to both Earps, and her impish smile says it all. "Yup, I'm done."