Wynonna gets up, and without a single shred of warning, wraps her arms around Nicole's backside, flipping her chest to chest, the oh-so-in-command officer wide-eyed, pinned to a sink by Wynonna fucking Earp.
Waverly watches, eyes burning, "Mhm, I like this too, though — "
The elder Earp sighs loudly, but the over-exaggeration is impossible to miss, even perhaps moreso than the affectionate quirk of her lip. "Oy, you're going to start a sexual role play dream board aren't you, Wave?"
Waverly grins, sharp and hot, insinuating as all hell, not even putting one morsel of effort into denying it.
"Wy, who do you think you're kidding? My nerdiness turns you on and you know it. You may not love textbooks and Latin, but you love that I do, and everyone in this room knows it." Her wink and suddenly far more suggestive posture drowns any snippy remark right out of Wy's mouth.
Wynonna levels a look at her, and the sound that escapes her throat can only be described as a growl, but her body language is relaxed, content, and the stare of indignation becomes one of awe, bewilderment and recognition before anyone can blink.
"I love everything about you," she finally states, and it's so simple, so raw and honest and pure that Waverly, for a good second, doesn't know at all how to respond.
So it's a damn good thing her sister loves to poke and prod and taunt so much that she's given the liberty of not having to speak yet.
"Honestly, baby girl," Wy smiles, without teeth, without taunt, just sheer transparence and although she may be aiming her words at Waverly, her electric blue stare hasn't left Nicole's face — "I'm not even mad that Big Red got in your panties before me, because if she hadn't, would you have ever even accepted your sexuality baby girl?"
Waverly noticeably starts, pulling back from them a little, her breathing shallow and her expression almost incredulous. "My sexuality?" She sighs, running a nervous, shaking hand through her own hair. "Wy, I wouldn't have accepted anything without Nic. Before Nic, before our girlfriend —" she pauses here, and she's pretty sure the force and meaning behind those two words and that insane conviction rocked the entire Homestead's foundation for endless kilometers in every direction — "I forced myself into believing that my obsession with eavesdropping on you during sex was just intellectual curiosity. Before Nic, I accepted that Champ wasn't a good person or a good boyfriend but he brought with him things I thought were good and that had to be enough."
"Wy, if Nic hadn't shown me who I was and what I wanted and accepted it to boot, sexuality and goals and you and this et al, we, -- you and I -- wouldn't be sitting here."
Her lips curled up, devious, hungry — her smile wide and affectionate. "And I certainly" -- now that Wynonna's grip on Nicole had slackened, Waverly dipped her head in between the opening presented by Wy's jacket and took one of her nipples in her mouth, lavishing it with slow, soft strokes of her tongue while her hand pinched and rolled at the other. She nipped lightly, redacted her mouth and peppered kisses all the way up the expanse of Wy's neck until she was right at her ear, breath hot and sultry -- "... wouldn't have ever had the courage to do any of this."
Wynonna cries roughly, clutching her fingers in Waverly's hair, desperately seeking purchase and gravity and maybe a little else she doesn't really want to think too far about. Wynonna Earp may be in love with these two women, but she's still Wynonna Earp.
She bites at Waverly's shoulder, another at her neck, until she pops her own mouth on her sister's nipple, swirling and palming the little nub with her expertly honed tongue, just enough pressure to send Waverly arching.
"Well then, you and me?" Wy asks rhetorically, grin sharp as a blade — "We're throwing Nicky a party because I wanna thank her." Her moans don't decrease in intensity, but they become a little softer, a little gentler, as she locks eyes with Nicole. "For everything."
Wynonna's words aren't said with quite as much conviction as some of Waverly's have, but Nicole very well knows that's the biggest difference with these two. And it's just a part of what she loves in these gorgeous women. Waverly needs it to be spoken — needs it to be understood — and she does that by conviction, by tone, by never letting up until Nicole accepts what she's saying. Wynonna, on the other hand, can say two words as though she were talking about the weather and the conviction comes from her eyes rather than her tone.
Nicole loves all of it. Both of it. Both of them.
Nicole bites her lip, hot and affected and just a little bashful, and sometimes Waverly wonders where her charming, Stetson rocking, eye-brow raised "Boy-Man?" taunting Officer went, not to imply in the slightest she doesn't love all sides and angles and mirror crevices of her girlfriend.
Nicole grins, "Nothing I wasn't happy to do" — and it's firm, resolute.
Waverly grins back, whole-face smile for once not being even a fraction of a facade.
"I think there are so many ways we can thank Nic, 'cause god does she deserves it all. Private party, private show, private encore..." Her smile is all love and purity and innocence while her agile fingers are twisting and turning and stimulating Wy's nipples while she pays her back in spades, and the elder Earp is whipsering filthy little remarks about Nicole softly into her baby sister's ear as Wave arches further into her.
The scene is almost too much for Nicole — visually, auditory, every nerve ending in her body feels fried.
Almost, though. Cause she did know what she was signing up for, after all.
At this thought, her bashful, overwhelmed grin subsides, slides off her face like butter, never breaking eye contact with Waverly as Wy continues to tease every little flex and muscle on Waverly's body.
The redhead's eyes are burning — chestnut brown eyes darkened to coal, shark grin on full display and Waverly shivers under the intensity of it, but she can't help her appreciative grin.
There's her Stetson-wielding, authoritative, grit and gravel cop.
Wanting to give the intensity back as well as she got it, her voice lowers; suggestive, dark but incredibly powerful — "Babe, you're the reason we're here, and private party, ribbon cutting ceremony or none of the above, we're -- never going to allow you to forget it."
Nicole shivers in turn, an unintelligible and unstoppable moan spilling at the tone of Waverly's voice.
"Baby..." Nicole takes a deep breath, hard and shallow, realizing the word was more moan than speech. "You can do whatever you want, baby."
Wynonna, at least a good percent oblivious to Waverly and Nicole's powerful conversation above her, thrashes hard and rough, keening under Waverly's tight body. "Babygirl... ohhh fuck, baby girl."
Waverly laughs, but it's strangled, her attention divided between Wy's gorgeous pleaing of her name and the breathlessness in her girlfriend's voice; god, this was getting to be too much...
"Don't" -- she cuts off, grinding her hips down into Wynonna hard to keep pace -- "don't give me that kind of power, I'm not sure I know what I'd do with it."
Nicole chuckles at the ridiculous statement, good-humored but incredulous — "Waves... you already have it. You've always had it, I'd do whatever you asked me to in a heartbeat." Her eyebrows raise now, question and steel and pugnacious challenge in her heated gaze. "What are you going to do with it?"
"But..." Waverly begins spluttering now, her world tipped on its axis. Jesus, no one had ever said that to her before, or even implied she had any kind of power, let alone that kind, that much. "Baby, I don't want you to do things 'cause I want them, I want you to do them 'cause we want them. I lived my entire life doing things for everyone 'cause they wanted them... you've given me everything I want and things I never even dreamed I wanted and now you're watching me fuck around with my sister while I fucked you both together earlier, I've got everything and you just..." she pauses, looks up, an extremely determined grin on her face. "I want to give to you, Wy wants to give to you — you're chivalrous as all hell, and I adore that, but what do you want, right now?"
"I..." she wrings her hands, a little taken aback by the direction change — "I want you. I want Wynonna... I want us, I want this. I want to love you two for..." — her voice lowers to a whisper — "forever."
Wynonna smirks, "If we live that long."
"Shut up, Wynonna," Waverly snaps, because her negativity was definitely putting a damper on hearing the love of her life (one of them?) say she wanted forever with her, god her mouth was incredibly dry and her eyes wide, her attention never leaving Nicole.
She gently strokes Nicole's hair with a soft, gentle touch. "Babe, you've given me perspective and love and everything I never even thought life could provide me. You can have anything from me, in a heartbeat, you've already got my heart, I'll give you my world every single day you stand next to me."
"Now" — she disentangles her fingers from Nic's hair, pulling back to kiss her, passion and affection bleeding into a not entirely gentle caress — "How do you want us?"
"Together," she says with no hesitation; "Both of you, individually, same time, all of it, I want all of it — "
"Individually, huh?" Wynonna smirks, chancing a wry grin over her shoulder at Waverly — "Let's start that with me then, why don't we? Waves' is being a greedy little girl, declarations of Hallmark sex and forevers and cheesy little declarations — I want you now, Nicky, I don't want to wait." She grabs Nicole's neck wasting not but a millisecond, pulling her in for a markedly less gentle kiss, hissing into her mouth.
Wynonna smirks against Nicole's smile — "You want me too?"
Nicole doesn't even look at Waverly, she knows exactly what she'll see. "Absolutely."
Both of her girlfriends turn to Waverly in synch, as though they had telepathically planned their, by the looks of it, oh so wicked intentions. "After all," Nic drawls, all authority-voice, steel handcuffs and Stetson confidence — "We still have Wave's kinky little request to cash in on."
Waverly's eyes blown so wide — she had almost truly good and forgotten that, the image of these women will do that to you — with an equal measure of lust and love, she leans back in the kitchen table chair, her eyes never leaving the sight of her girlfriend and her sister. She groans as the kiss, the hands, the groans get more heated between them, palming herself slowly under the table.
"Mhm Wy, show her how much we love her. How much we want her here. Show her why I'm going to smack her in the back of the head if she ever ends a sentence with 'if you'll have me' again as if it's actually a question."
Nicole slides into Wynonna's lap, hands slipping under the leather jacket, whimpering softly, pressing their hips together in a unrelenting rhythm.
Wy grips the underside of Nicole's thighs, breaking the kiss to suck and bite at her neck, a harsh, rough assault that will leave a mark for days that everyone in the room all knew the significance of, but with at least some presence of mind to make it far enough down that her shirt collar could cover it. She growls at the look of undoing on Nicole's face with her usual shit-eating grin but her eyes are definitely betraying something more meaningful.
"Mmph fuck, Nicky, yes -- babe, you want me to fuck you hard, quick, no fuss, yeah? You need it, don't you; our girlfriend's a Class A cunt-tease, ain't she?"
Waverly doesn't even know how to be mad at the jab, how to be mad at anything with such an incredible view so she just smirks at her elder sister and raises her whiskey glass.
Nicole nips rough at Wynonna's jaw, ready to give and receive in equal measure.
Showtime.
"Take me to your room, Wy, so you can pound me into Waves' mattress while she indulges in her dirty little fantasies — then you can take me, take her, take everything you want and take it hard."
She turns to Waverly, nothing innocent or tender in her gaze, her lips or her voice — just sheer, unadulterated taunt — "We have to let our little pervert listen in, don't we Wynonna?"
Wy licks her lips at the thought, looking over at Waverly, flashing Nic a dangerous smile, sharp enough to cut their firewood, hoisting the taller girl up to wrap around her legs, her own body pulsing with heat and anticipation.
"You read my fucking mind, Nicky. Mhm, our little pervert is not gonna hide behind my door like a scared little pussy for long this time, is she?" The last was directed at Waverly, and Wynonna laughs, something both scathing and tender, because she knew that's how Wave liked it.
She always talked to Wave like that, even when they were really young, and now that she knew for certain her piercing, sharp form of teasing wasn't just something her sister found amusing, but in fact made her sister crazy desperate wet, she was never going to stop. "She's gonna come in and get some pussy, this time 'round."
Waverly gulped, looking both frightened and incredibly aroused; she should be embarassed by this, that she knows, by the fact that they both knew this admission she never planned to tell anyone, not in a million lifetimes, but she wasn't. She just stared in what was definitely not shame or horror.
"Mmm, she better," Nicole agreed, her grin tugging her lips up into joyous mockery (she was just as well aware as Wynonna about Waverly's humiliation kink, probably moreso since she had more experience dating and fucking an adult Waverly) — "Because she's looking like a snack and it'd be a shame to let her go spoiled." With one final toss of a grin at Waverly, she kissed Wynonna's neck and declared, "Bring the joint. And the whiskey. I'm too sober for the fucking I'm sure you're gonna deliver."
Wy took the kiss, deepening it while she leveled Waverly with a white-hot stare, knowing exactly what was going to get her baby sis so wet she wouldn't be capable of sitting still for a fraction of a second before bolting after them upstairs to press that pretty little ear against her not-so thick walls.
She bent down over Waverly to grab the bottle of whiskey, the remainder of the joint from before and some rolling papers for later, her naked breasts so close to Waverly's touch, but her sister was still motionless. She let out a deep, sharp laugh, the kind that Wave loved best and watched as her younger sister shudder.
There was a leftover pile of old revenant research on one of the kitchen chairs, so Wynonna picked it up, never one to let a good convenient kink prop go to waste — "Algebra, little baby nerd? On a Saturday? Man, you're a weird puppy. Nic and I are going upstairs, little brat, so you better stay out of my room and my space, got it?"
She smirked, dug her fingers harder into Nicole's flesh, flashes a naughty grin at her sister before she advanced on her and lowered her mouth to her sister's ear.
"Safeword is tacos, babygirl, and you do whatever you want and nothing more, 'kay?" She leans back, presses a kiss to her little sister's forehead and flings the stack of newspaper flush against her sister's chest.
Nicole nuzzles into Wynonna, picking up what she's throwing down, snorting with an edge so unfamiliar to either of her girlfriends. "God, Earp, your sister's a fucking nerd."
Waverly watches them go, awestruck. It'd been years since Wy called her weird puppy (she'd still employ 'little baby nerd' every once in a while whenever Waverly got a little too excited about a Revenant discovery) and her eyes filled with distinct, sharp, thick lust, arousal shooting through her stomach like lightning.
'Weird puppy' had always been Waverly's favorite affectionatly jerky nickname that Wy had for her, 'cause it was distinctly different than anything that came even close to what the kids in elementary and middle school used to tease and bully her with before her popularity did a 180 in high school. Besides, it was kind of ridiculously arousing to think about literally belonging to Wy, in an ownership sense. Even Nic now, too.
Good god, maybe sick puppy applied better these days.
Wynonna smirked at Waves' expression; she'd always read her reactions to those nicknames when they were kids as embarassment and irritation, but maybe... she grinned, she herself getting a little hot at the mere idea that her little sister had similar reactions and thoughts and wants back then too, subconscious, suppressed or otherwise; when she came back to Purgatory to a ridiculously sexy adult Waverly — my god, her sister's tight, toned little 18 year old body had been well on the way to development perfection before she left but when she got back — jesus, she's surprised Waverly never heard her getting off in the earlier days of her return.
It's not like she didn't logically know on various levels surpassing merely her body that her sister wasn't a child anymore and so it was only logical to deduce she was slightly less innocent than the way Wy used to perceive her, but now she was beginning to think her gorgeous little closet perv of a nerdy sister was never a shred of innocent in the first place.
"Hmm, just ignore her Nicky, she's nothing but a cute, innocent harmless little puppy."
The emphasis and eye contact to Waverly was so sharp and puncuated with a shark-teeth grin; her mouth dove back into Nicole's neck, smirking into the wet, sweaty flesh knowing Waverly's burning eyes were still on them. God, this game was more fun than she thought it'd be.
Wy reached downwards to tweak and pinch at Nicole's nipples, Waverly still staring and very obviously giving herself a little relief under the table.
"We ordered a pizza, and when it comes, text me, 'kay little nerd? Don't you dare come upstairs, y'hear?"
Nicole pouted, exaggerated and amusing. "Awww an innocent? What a shame, she's so pretty." She moans against Wynonna's ministrations, keeping Wynona's mouth close to her breast. "The genes must run in the family," she pants in a breathless whisper, shooting a taunting smirk at Waverly.
"She might be pretty, but girl's a fucking prude. Lost cause. Let's get the fuck upstairs, I'm so horny."
Waverly could barely swallow, her mouth was so dry. She purposely infused a lot of bashful, shy, intimidated inflection in her voice (she could totally be an actress if she wanted to, fuck Willa for laughing at her when she suggested it one time as a kid) — "Mmm -- um, okay -- I won't, Wy, I swear. I'll... I'll stay here. Right here."
Nicole looked up, her grin about as cat-with-the-canary as Waverly had ever seen, and to put in perspective, she'd seen quite a few from Nicole. "You better fucking stay, you little shit, if you interrupt her getting me off I'll never forgive you, kid."
Wynonna growled against Nic's lips, smirking. "You're gonna stay, aren't you? Like the good little girl you are. Like the sweet, innocent, shy little puppy that you are. That you'll always be. You got that?"
Wy turned her attention back to Nic, her voice thick with lust and amusement; she shot Waverly one final predatory glance and she took Nic promptly upstairs and threw her on Waverly's childhood bed — if she was doing this, she'd be damned if she didn't go all out for her baby sister and the love of their lives — crawling up with a devious glint in her eyes.
Waverly wasted exactly zero seconds before she darted after them, and she slid down outside the doorframe, her cheast heaving with heady anticipation and lust; oh my god, at Nic's words she was so wet and aroused and fucking hungry she could hardly believe it; her girlfriend, her wonderful, perfect, caring and compassionate girlfriend calling her a little shit sent a powerful string of lust through her core, and her entire body was pulsing with agonizing want.
She always thought the only person she enjoyed insulting her was Wy, but...
"You wet for me babe, or did my lil' nerd goody two shoes sister get you dried all up with her prude dork bullshit?" She dropped lower to her knees between Nic's thighs, and dug in, nipping and sucking at her clit before pulling back and raising an eyebrow.
Nicole has no reason to regain composure — she wants this, Wave wants this, Wy is clearly getting off — she's going to shout to the fucking heavens to make sure they all enjoy this as much as humanly possible. "Fuck... Wynonna... I'm so wet for you baby, that little shit downstairs didn't even phase me. She's kinda cute for a kid, really."
Wy drew back her mouth, inserting three fingers into Nic's entirely prepared slick wet heat and stretching her with a wolfish smirk as her other hand gripped the redhead's newly short, cropped hair with a fierce, unapologetic tug. She turned to briefly grin at the doorway, now with absolute concrete evidence that Waverly wasn't just amused by her random, playfully harmless insults as she used to think, she was downright aroused by them.
Fuck, the only thing hotter than that thought was the gorgeous, uninhibited, writhing woman beneath her.
"Yeah, she's cute in a puppy dog kinda way, but the little nerd's so uptight you should see the judgey little eyes she gives me sometimes." Wynonna inserted another finger, stretching further, and she crooked the fingers up and up Nic's slit until they arrived at final destination and worked simultaneous magic, and she could only imagine the look on Waves' face right now, because they both knew now (hindsight is 20/20 after all, even when it comes to wanting your sister, apparently) that what used to be judgemental looks in years prior was probably something more akin to envy and jealous anger.
Nicole keened out, crying in exuberance and blissful satisfaction as Wy continued her expertly talented skill, and fucking hell, where did she learn to do this? "God Wynonna... that's so good baby... fuck... eat my pussy baby..."
"I love it when you pull my hair... fuck it makes me so hot. Speaking of... mmmnh... hot... your kid sis isn't just a little puppy dog, I'm feeling a vibe underneath... she's kinda a little fox... that ass... how old is she again?"
Wy pulls out a finger and attaches her mouth back on Nic's clit, sucking and nipping and swirling with a river dam of enthusiasm. She groans back at the mention of her sister, pulling back with slick juices on her chin. "Mmm, she starts high school when fall comes 'round again, so ... fourteen? Something like that. Dunno, don't like birthdays."
She doesn't elaborate further than that, her fingers still working Nic closer and closer to her finish with each swipe and pinch; she laughs then, sharp and mean, the words physically directed at Nicole but the tone and conviction directed straight at the door — "Dude, my sister's a quintissential prude, and certainly not a fox by any means, but you're not all that much older than her, just way more experienced — if you want to give it a go trying to fuck the stick outta her ass, be my guest."
The breath had quite literally been knocked from Waverly's lungs just hearing all this, it was a good thing these doors were so fucking thin; she dipped her hands down, furiously getting herself off because jesus christ... between Wy 'insulting' her former child self, Nicole defending her, and the idea that it was definitely true she was more of Nic's fox nowadays than Wy's weird puppy, but the idea of being both, being allowed to be both... she can't help but moan, loud, unrestricted, everything she should've done then and can only do now, certainly loud enough for them to hear, but it doesn't even register to her nor does she care. (That's what she wants anyway, for them to hear. That hasn't been a secret within this kink scene.)
Nicole moans softly, rocking her hips up into the delicious rhythm Wynonna's hands and mouth are making. "Mmm, I'd fuck the stick right out of her ass and teach her what an orgasm is while I'm at it. Make her scream... wait shhh..." a devilish grin widens on her face, still relevant with the play scene they're acting out but a little more of herself now, absolutely determined to give Waverly's voyeuristic little ears the show of a lifetime. She nods at the door, holding a finger to her lips, beaming — bright, loving and completely ecstatic.
With an amped up vigor all for her girl, she pushes Wynonna down into her pussy, hard and rough and merciless, her moans loud and animal with intention. "Fuck Wynonna, I love it when you eat my pussy like you're starving... mmm fuck, yeah, suck on my clit... I need more... more inside me, baby, fuck me harder, god..."
Wynonna smirks knowingly, whispering hot breath into Nic's ear. "Lets give her a real show baby."
Nicole whispers back, her grin infectious, "Oh, so way ahead of you."
Wynonna's voice is husky and dark and desperate and she knows it's not just a show, knows she does feel this way about Nicole. Knows a lot of things she didn't used to know. "Oh fuck, Nicky, I'd watch us and watch it again and again and again, with you, without you, we can fuck to it ..." She grins deviously at the door, this little experiement was turning out hotter than she thought; she clearly wasn't the only Earp sister who'd wished that Waverly had actually come barging through the door back when this their life and not a retroactive sexual fantasy.
Yet, if she had... who knows how their present would have played out, and whether their gorgeous, utterly amazing girlfriend would even be participating at all? Her voice lowers back to a whisper, her own cat-and-canary grin on full display.
"Oh, a show she will most definitely get..."
She pressed her face into Nicole's hot, wet, delicious sex and was relentless in the attacks her tongue and teeth would make, alternitavely long and slow and quick and sharp and sucking so fiercly on her clit it made her shudder with pleasure herself.
"Yeah Nicky, babe, fuck yes my gorgeous, gorgoues naughty little bitch, c'mon... grind my mouth like the bad little girl you are, grind down on me like you'd teach my sister to do to you... fuck, fuck, Nicky, c'mon baby, come for me..."
Nicole gasps and pants, starting to tremble, getting so close to her peak. "Ohhhh oh god Wynonna... baby god yes, more.. I need more in me... stretch me out baby... fuck me more, faster, please, I wanna come on your tongue..."
Oh for fuck's... Waverly was moaning consistently now, she couldn't have stopped if she tried, louder and louder, getting to the point that she was going to get herself off simply from the sounds of their words and moans and insults, and fuck, she didn't want to get herself off, and she was going to re-write this, come hell or high water (and god knows both of those were extremely plausible in Purgatory), 'cause now, as an adult woman who knew what she wanted and was no longer scared to get it, she wanted, wanted so badly, in a way she used to think wasn't real, needed to do the only thing she could to take the time-space continuum and break it right in half, righting every single wrong her scared, pussy little puppy self couldn't do when she should've.
Wy smirked, very clearly hearing Wave say her and Nicole's name over and over and plunged her fingers deeper into Nic until one by one she stretched her for all her fingers, fisting her before she began moving the fingers in a rocking motion, faster and faster with each increasing moan and groan and gasp from both Nicole and Waverly until she was finger fucking at a rythmn so hard it'd make Nic walk funny for days, before her mouth went to join her fingers for the kill, licking and suckling in fast motions to match her fingers until Nicky was shaking above her. "C'mon, babe, fall ... fall apart on my tongue, coat it fucking completely..."
Nicole cries out sharply, arching up from the bed, drawn up by an invisible twine, a puppet controlled by Wynonna's ministrations. "oh... OH!" Unable to control anything, almost forgetting the play entirely, she cries out again, gushing, squirting for the first time in her life, drenching Wynonna's face, filling her mouth and her fingers, her juices pooling between them in the sheets.
Wynonna looks at Nicole so completely and utterly out of control and can't help but let her smirk subside into something more tender as she looks down at her. Look, she's not a sap, she doesn't have Hallmark sex, but man can she so very clearly see why Waverly fell in love with her so quickly. "Shitting Christ, Nicky..." She takes the abundant amount of come on her tongue and revels in it, moaning at the amazing taste.
Waverly doesn't even know if her vocal chords will actually still work, but god knows they won't work after her sister and/or girlfriend fuck the hell (or the non-existant prudish reservations, as this kinky roleplay stands at the moment) out of her, so either way, who cares. She takes a slow, deep breath, trying to compose herself, one part of her not caring about keeping script anymore because both of those lovable fuckers know exactly what they're doing to her, but the other part really wants to see this role-play through.
She opens the door to the sight of Wy licking a shit ton of Nic's come off her fingers while a good amount of — oh for fuck shit's sake, did those shit-tickets actually fuck on Waverly's bed?; of course they did, that's absolutely classic Wynonna — her bed is now soaked in her girlfriend's delicious, sticky juices. She almost forgets herself and this hot as fuck game, stepping forward to surge against Wy's lips and steal the come that used to rightfully belong to her, but she stops mid-step; she needs this, she's not gonna break this. Not quite yet.
"Oh my god--" she schools her face into embarassment, her voice into astonished mortification, although the former is not as hard as she thought, 'cause embarassment and red hot lust both produce the same color in your cheeks. She does her absolute best to make her tone of voice sound shit scared and not crazy horny, and she manages it pretty well (she gives another internal fuck you to Willa's barking awful laughter at her want to try theatre) -- "My phone died, pi -- I'm so, so sorry, pizza's here. I'll -- I'm sorry, I'm going — "
She moves to leave, but has the biggest devious smirk on her face with her back turns, knowing someone will stop her with a horribly mean comment, and for some twisted up reason, she hopes it's Nicole.
Nicole pants softly, and her voice is much softer than she's heard during this game — "Hey Waverly?"
She pushes her damp, short hair from drooping in her face. "I need you..."
Waverly's eyebrows raise — she doesn't even notice the presence of her sister, she's so confused. Is the game over?
Nicole gasps again as a little aftershock rolls through her and it causes a spine-tingling shiver to go through Waverly too.
She finally finishes her thought. "...to grab me a towel."
Waverly almost — almost — barks out laughing, but she manages to contain it, looking from Nic to Wy with a strange expression on her face. She throws a towel to Nicole, uncertain where this was going and letting them take the lead on it. She fucked Nic and Wy earlier before their shitty movie on this lazy Sunday of sin-induced bliss, then got fucked by Wy, and as much as she loves her sister, all she wants right now is for her girlfriend to pin her to the headboard of her childhood bed and fuck her silly with degrading words and loving eyes -- ugh, she groans, wet just from the thought of that alone. It gives an unsteady quake of her voice, her words — and for the moment, her lust and her heart — directed entirely at Nicole. "I'm so, -- sorry. I didn't -- want to interrupt, please don't -- I'm sorry."
Nicole's eyes are warm now, honey and reassurance. "You didn't interrupt kiddo," she says, making sure Waverly knows they're still playing. Coaxing her, leading her, helping her.
Fuck all she loves this woman so much.
"I just squirted all over your sisters face," she adds, as if an afterthought, and it's so monotone and to the point it makes Wy snort, but neither of them are looking at her, or probably can even hear her right now.
Nicole watches Waverly's face, narrowing in on subtle twitches, dilating pupils, quirks of lips —
Wynonna gives Waverly a horribly cruel shit eating grin, still swirling Nic's juices onto her fingers, taunting Waverly's blood to the most delicious boil like only Wynonna ever knew how.
"I told you to stay out of my room, little baby nerd. C'mon, don't interrupt the grown-ups, kid, go back downstairs and jerk off to your history books."
Nic's taunting smirk is back, full force, such a quick turn it gives Waverly whiplash. "I mean... if she's gonna jerk off we might as well get a show out of it."
"C'mon, baby, show us that tight little virgin nerd cunt."
Her breath caught in her throat — at this point, she's surprised she has breath left, ignores her sister and stares just at Nicole, taken to another planet of ectasy not for the first time seeing her girflriend pleasured and content and gorgeously sedated, albeit usually by her own hand. Waverly moves a fraction closer, her voice inquisitive, breathless, and not entirely from the act. "-- I... what did she do to you to make you, react... like that?"
"What do you think I did, puppy? I fucked her tight little pussy like it was a five-course feast. I tasted her, ate her, brought her to the brink of the end of the world and pulled her right back. Nothing you'd know or have learned about in those silly little books, nerd-shit."
Waverly started spluttering, almost entirely authentic, because god were these insults getting to her in the best possible ways. She couldn't help the reflexive instinct to draw her thighs together; really, she didn't even notice.
She levels a look at Nicole that could be considered several contrasting emotions all at once. "I... um, what would you do ... to me?"
Nicole scoffed, but her eyes were so different — Nic could play the part, say the taunts, intone the cruelty, but she couldn't change how she looked at Waverly. That was ingrained — ingrained in her very DNA. "I didn't say I was gonna do anything with you, you're a child, Waverly. I just wanna see you bury your little fingers in your own tight little pussy."
"Your sister, though?" She smirked, Waverly's body growing hotter by the second. "She fisted me and ate me for dinner. I don't expect you to understand that from reading an anatomy book."
Waverly knows this is all a twisted kinky fantasy, and she's enjoying it, she really truly is, but she's not entirely sure her next words come merely from a dramatic acting standpoint. There's more than a echo of real truth to the offense -- "I am not a child, you..." she trailed off, unable to bring herself even in the sense of fiction to finish that off with 'bitch'; even in a reality that didn't exist, that was all for fabrication, saying anything like that to her Nicole, felt so wrong when the words would be so very untrue, no matter what the context. There could never be a reality or a fantasy or a universe where she could say that to Nicole.
"I just -- I learn by example, y'know, so... maybe you could..." she grins now, sharp and sly and with too much edge to really have a place in this scene — a crack in her performance.. "-- y'know, show me she was doing to you, on me... 'cause of education purposes and stuff..."
Wynonna bursts out laughing, both because she knows her sister is actually getting off on the nerd talk more than she is trying to set a scene, and also in a faux-mocking assholery because she knows it makes Waverly wet as hell. "Well, well, little puppy, you up for that? You really want Nicky to fuck you? What if she doesn't want fuck a kid, you can't blame her for that, can you?"
Waverly grins deeper now, and walks straight up to Nicole, kissing her square on the lips, winking at her with a broad smile in a further break of her game. (For god sakes, it's a miracle she's held this long without even the tiniest semblance of a character break.)
She waits for the Willa voice to come in, to mock her, to tell her she couldn't do this, that it didn't matter if she wanted it, that she'd be terrible at it regardless and it wouldn't matter, waits for the jeering laughter, waits for the feelings of failure — and they don't come. Not the image, not the laughter, not the feelings. None of it.
Because it doesn't matter anymore. Because Willa's teasing wasn't teasing — it was malicious.
This, though — this is everything. This is her second chance. This is her re-write, her new world, her just desserts.
This is the ultimate Willa fuck you.
And she sure as hell is gonna bask in it.
Waverly steals the cat-and-canary grin straight off both their faces and takes it as her own.
Her voice is solid, firm — strong and take-no-prisoners in a way that doesn't mesh with their game but Waverly doesn't fucking care. She's out to prove, scrambling for what she deserves, out for blood.
She's out for the blood, the shock and the disbelief of everyone who ever thought she was worth less than dirt.
"I'll have to prove to her why I'm worth it then."
Wynonna smirks, enjoying her sister's enjoyment of this. "Oooh, watch out, Nicky, think we got a badass pup in the making, eh?"
Nicole moans softly, pulling her girlfriend's tight, glistening, deceptively strong body roughly against her own, acknowledging that she's now kneeling square in a puddle of come and fuck if that matters as she recaptures her lips back into a bruising caress of want and tease and love.
Her eyes go dark once more, coal and ash, remembering herself and Waverly and the game — "You want me to fuck you, kid?
Waverly nods vigorously. "So, so badly. Wy doesn't know what she's talking 'bout, though that's true about pretty much everything, so fuck her and her stupid impressions. And... " she breaks off again, yanking Nicole's hair so her amazing girlfriend yelps into her mouth, and she smiles in pure primal victory against her lips, pulling back briefly to stare into her gorgeous eyes, gleaming with intrigue. "Then, yeah, fuck me. Show me, please Nicole, teach me. I'll do anything."
Nic turns to Wynonna, her amusement sharp but her eyes still unable to hold anything but truth. "I'm gonna fuck your kid sister, you wanna help?"
Wy grins, sharper than a bayonet. "I'm gonna watch you take her first, watch my gorgeous, prude little puppy fall apart at your hands, but I'll come in when you get her all hot and bothered and screaming for us..."
Nicole's voice is so husky Waverly can barely stand still a moment longer — this game is going to be over in 5 seconds flat if no one makes a move. "Gonna eat her come like you ate the icing off my birthday cake?"
The elder Earp leans back, groaning, wet and hungry, staring at them both with glistening, dark eyes — "Yes -- fuck, I'm gonna devour my babygirl after you get her all worked up and crazy and praying for me to eat her alive -- "
"Well, then, Waverly — " Nicole advances on the younger Earp and her breath has stalled in her throat — "Lay back, get all ready for me and lets fuck that tight little pussy right up, yeah?"
Nicole leans in, licks and sucks and bites along Waverly's collarbone — "Would you like that, little fox-pup? Do you wanna learn the tricks of this trade?"
Waverly arches, keening rough and low, animalistic, a sound she doesn't hear from herself often. But she's also never heard fox-pup before and shit-sticks, she doesn't think there are rules anymore. "Yes, god, fuck, Nic... fuck me, god, yes..."
As Nic shifts Waverly into position, pushing her back against the pillows, Wynonna makes a stupid joke neither of them entirely hear about reporting Waverly for age-inappropriate language.
"Tell me what you want me to do. But tell me using your..." Nicole traces her fingers up and down slick thighs, ready and wet and mesmerizing — "... big girl words."
"Touch me; god Nic, fucking touch me; everywhere, your hands are burning, touch me, god, please, can you please?"
"Please? Can you please?" Wynonna repeats, laughing from her front-row seat. "Shit, Red, guess you're gonna have to fuck the politeness outta her too."
Waverly scoffs, but it's playful. Her sister was too fucking funny sometimes; she is goading her into saying exactly what'll make Wy insult her more, and damn if that's not hot as fuck and weirdly considerate to her needs at the same time.
Nic slaps her thigh with a hard, resonant, stinging blow. "Are you going to be a baby about this, lil' Earp? Or are you going to tell me what you want like an adult? Are you a puppy or a fox?"
Waverly, at this point, has to fight back her grin, because she's shuddering, soaked by the contrast Nic's razor sharp words and her sweet, sweet touch. Fuck it, she thinks. She's done. Done playing the same game she played for years. She's still playing, but she's changing the rules now.
She looks at Wy, smirking back at her, and can't hold back her grin. "Play with me, Nic. Suck on my tits till your mouth gets sore; eat me out till I come buckets on your fucking tongue and swallow it while I suck you back, eat you back, while I drive your body so far to the brink that you won't be able to see straight."
Her shit-eating grin hasn't been this wide since the last time she fucked Nic. But hey, all things considered, that was only like 6 hours ago.
"Think you can handle that, Haught?"
Nicole looks into Waverly's eyes and just somehow gets it. She gets that the game isn't over, just changed. She gets that what Waverly needs more than anything is not to prove the value of the woman she is now — she's more than moved past that — but to prove that she could've.
To flip the script, to write a new one. To erase the old one. To re-write the hesitancy with Wynonna, the fake bullshit with the cheerleaders, whatever the fuck Champ was...
To make it up to who she was by replacing it with who she is.
There's a lot of things Nicole can relate to Waverly about, but this is a big one.
And damn if she won't give it to her good.
Waverly's getting impatient, she's not used to this, because Nic doesn't often make her wait. She herself is always the tease of their relationship, and goddamn if this was good ole' fashioned karma right here.
Nicole finally smiles, sweet and salty and honest and Nicole.
And then she dives right in.
Nicole's assault on her isn't quite an assault at all — it's sweet and gentle, and fuck, she needs more. She vocalizes this, but all Nic does is smirk and keep the pace slow, agonizingly slow. "Faster, god fuck, Nic, come on."
"Patience, little Earp," Nicole tsks, all humor and levity and good-natured bite.
That's it.
She found the place where the rope breaks.
"Fuck patience, I've been patient for 21 years."
She flips Nicole just as easily as she flipped the script, and Nic beams up at her. "Was wondering how long that was gonna take, baby."
She goes hard, deep, her tongue as ravishing for Nicole Haught as her soul has always been, hitting every spot, every crevice, every little bundle of nerves that she knows drives her girlfriend insane; she's done with pretence, done with games, done with waiting. Her girlfriend wants pleasure, and that little Waverly Earp somewhere in the recesses of her mind wants it just as much, and judging by the burning in Wynonna's eyes, her sister wants it too.
If everyone wants a show, this time she's going to deliver... with as much vigor as Nicole's sex can stand; this time, she's going to make it known to everybody; make herself known to everybody.
"Jesus fuck, Wave — " Nicole breaks off, spasms rocking her body this way and that. Waverly has always been insanely incredible with her tongue, just pure animal instinct, and holy fuck, she has to grip her girlfriend's hair just to keep herself from falling into an abyss.
(Although this abyss is one she'd gladly fall into. Free fall forever if it kept feeling like this.)
Waverly is nowhere near done, attending with both care and reckless abandon to Nic's gleaming wet folds — long, languid strokes that quickly become faster, sloppier, more urgent as the heat of this game, the heat of Nic, the heat of Wy's burning eyes and the heat of her endless love for both of them becomes too much to take. She is starving; certainly not for food, maybe not even for pussy -- not entirely, anyway -- but for Nicole, for Wy, for this life her sister and her lover created for her out of seemingly thin air and impossibility.
"God, Wave, fuck, that's it ... babygirl, yes..."
Waverly can feel the snarky comment about to come out of Nic's mouth before her girlfriend even takes the first breath to speak.
"Fuck Wynonna, your baby sister has a mouth on 'er."
Waverly can't hold back the chuckle that breathes hot, sensuous air straight into Nic's cunt, and goddamn, the way her girlfriend shivers at it is intoxicating.
She pulls back only slightly to grin at Nicole, her girlfriend's copious juices coating her full, pink lips in an mesmerizing picture of dirt and filth.
Knowing they really weren't playing the game anymore, not in any real sense, but not willing to let a snarky comment pass without one of her own, Waverly grins; "Well, I know four languages -- fluently -- and am conversational in quite a few, always learning more, y'know?" She licks salt and sweetness and Nicole from that delicious sex and her grin widens without hesitation. "Sometimes it's a little hard to perfect the way you need to roll those r's in so many other languages 'cause it's very foreign to native English speakers..."
She keeps going, her voice low, sultry and suggestive, and by the arch of Nicole's thrust into her, she's definitely appreciating it — "Your tongue muscles have to become very..." she gives one last saucy grin at Nicole before plunging her fingers in, relentless and abrupt, adding one finger after another and teasing and tweaking on Nic's clit with her well honed adult skill that has now pushed itself to the forefront "-- adept --" she whispers this last word, husky and breathless with her mouth pressed right to Nicole's fine, trimmed hair, hot and heady, before bringing her to completition with a final twist and flick on her clit with that oh-so-adept tongue of hers, sending Nic spiraling back, Waverly's arms — Waverly's presence, Waverly's existence — holding her steady as she rips through her orgasm.
Wynonna watches on, the joy bubbling in her heart at the scene so very unfamiliar to her. She isn't sure she's ever smiled this much, but the rules of Wynonna Earp don't always apply here — not watching her sister pleasure their girlfriend, not watching these two incredible women find everything they needed in each other and still ask for her fuck-up self anyway. Fucking shit, it's way too much sometimes, so she does what she does best. She jokes.
"You little rugrats finally ready for me to rock this show off its hinges?"