Chapter 1: Patrolling
POV Waverly Earp
It was a starlit night with an abundance of coldness. Sporadic raindrops fall over Waverly's coat as she strolled toward the station. The moon had arrived suddenly. She had left the BBD's office two hours ago and walked to Shortys. There she encountered Rosita and begged her to cover the night's shift she was supposed to work in. Digging her hands inside the deep pockets of her coat, the brunette rubbed her frozen fingers against the warm fabric.
The younger Earp was about to shove the station's door open when she bumped, for the second time that day, into the tall and firm body of Officer Haught. The brunette recognized the sweet and attractive vanilla dipped donuts smell even before the redhead's delightful laugh reached her ears. Waverly would have smiled if she wasn't already smiling.
"And we collide again…" commented the brunette before stepping back, staring up, and finally meet the precious chocolate eyes of her favorite officer.
"I thought you ditched me" joked the redhead and straightened her police cap.
Waverly spent a few instants enjoying the view of the short red hair out of the usual French braid. A heavy sigh of yearning was ready to escape from its confinement on the brunette's chest. The image of Nicole Haught with only a cap walking toward Waverly's bed popped up on the younger's mind. Nervously, she cleared her throat.
"So…" mumbled the redhead frowning at the lengthy silence.
"Patrolling time! This weather is not helping. Do you mind if I grab a blanket from Dolls' office?" queried the shorter woman signaling the crystal door of the station.
"Not at all. I'm going to bring the patrol. Meet you here" replied the officer stepping away.
Waverly nodded and pushed her way through the door before looking over her shoulder at the redhead. Nicole apparently foresaw her action because she turned around just in time to meet the brunette's gaze. The succubus smiled and her dimples appeared. The younger Earp let that deep sigh finally escape her body. You, Waverly Earp, are such a sucker for those chocolate eyes.
Purgatory's roads were filled with moisture. The sky was a blend of black and Indigo-navy blue. The poorly illuminated roads allow the visualization of the little and shiny stars. Constant and little raindrops kept landing over the car's windshield. They had parked between high and dense bushes, almost outside of Purgatory. A few meters away, a bar extremely illuminated with neon lights threatened to blind them. Following the road, their eyes can meet the dark alley where victim number fifth had been found.
"News?" queried Dolls by the radio resting over Nicole's shoulder, Waverly heard the redhead groaned.
"Dolls we hadn't been here for more than ten minutes" answered Nicole and her companion giggled.
"Let me know if there is something suspicious" ordered the leader and the line die.
Waverly sighed while gripping the puffy and soft blue blanket around her body. Nicole moved at the other side, tensely observing through the windscreen. A hundred topics were running throughout Earp's mind, but she can't decide which to choose.
"You were right" whispered the succubus broking the silence and the brunette faced her.
"About what?"
"I'm getting frozen right here" mumbled the redhead before staring at the younger with a tender and delightful grin.
"So…you want my extra blanket now…" remarked the brunette noticing her face saturating with joy and her voice dripping gentleness.
"I will not reject it" admitted Haught gazing at her with her flawless 'puppy gaze'.
"You're lucky your cute" muttered the brunette bending up to seize the extra blanket she had brought from Dolls' office. The same blanket Nicole had said was unnecessary.
The succubus wrapped the fabric around her body promptly, a purring of joy emerging from her lips in the process. Waverly followed her movements silently, delight by the redhead's face of pleasure. Outside, the rain became more aggressive, but some customers kept arriving at the bar.
"Did you go through the victim pictures?" questioned Nicole after a few minutes of silence in which Waverly had taken note of a revenant's arrival.
"I took the pictures with Jeremy's help" answered the younger narrowing her eyes to observe through the intense rain.
"Their autopsies confirmed sexual assault and marks of resistance in some of them"
"When did their autopsies arrive?" queried Waverly turning her body to faced the officer. Nicole noticed her movement and stare at her.
"A few hours ago. Dolls let me read the doctor's notes. Vaginal violation in three victims and anal abuse in two. I don't think we're behind one psycho. It may be a sect, or at least two individuals" confessed the redhead. Waverly stretched one of her arms and rubbed a finger over the wrinkle forming between the redhead's eyebrows. Nicole's eyes widen in surprise.
"Sorry…you have a little wrinkle there. It looked adorable…" explained Waverly softly rubbing the same place before nervously removing her hand.
"Were you listening to me?" queried the officer and Waverly faltered for a few seconds.
"Yeah. At least two psychos, loud and clear!"
Maybe she should stop screaming and acting without thinking. Nicole once again turned her gaze toward the windshield. The younger Earp kept staring at her excellently defined jawline for a few seconds. She ached to caress Haught's smooth red hair. But instead, she fisted a portion of the blanket and reorganized her body to look forward.
"There. Take notes of that woman. Blonde. 5'7. Hottie. Dark dress. Arrive on a motorcycle. And… is a Succubus" pointed out Haught.
Waverly stopped writing at the last word lifting her face to stared at the woman. She was beautiful; tall and curvy. Succubi weren't common in town, or that's what Dolls had said. How many of them could be moving through their streets? Then she felt it: a change in the redhead's aura beside her.
Peering at her companion, she noticed Nicole's tense shoulders. The redhead was frowning again, the blanket had been jostled over her lap, and her chocolate eyes were narrowing. Her aura, always calling to Waverly, became threatening: the brunette almost sensed how it forced her away.
"Hey…are you okay?" questioned Waves moving a hand to the one Nicole had resting over her lap. The redhead glance at her, clearly startled by Waverly's touch, before dropping her gaze to where their hands were touching.
The brunette vacillated for a millisecond before squeezing Haught's hand. The redhead smooth skin was warm, and it feels amazing against the angel's iced fingers. Waverly was conscious of her deep breathing and the butterflies in her stomach that kept showing her happiness. She loves touching the redhead.
"I…yeah…perfect. We should go; we're not finding anything here" announced the redhead and without waiting for an answer she pulled her hand from Waverly's grip and ignited the motor.
The journey to the Homestead was awkward and silent. The succubus had had an eternal wrinkle between her eyebrows. Nicole's fingers had been bouncing against the car's wheel. The brunette craved to hug her and discover what had caused this sudden abnormal behavior, but she didn't want to invade the officer's privacy.
"Nicole…are you sure you're fine?" Waverly doubted again when the car stops at her home and the redhead's eyes met hers.
"I am fine" answered Haught with a soothing smile.
The younger grasped the door's handle and halted. After thinking about it, she turned around and closed the space between them. The brunette left a kiss over the redhead's cheek. When she moved back, Nicole's precious chocolate eyes were broadly open and staring directly at her.
"See you tomorrow, Nic" whispered the brunette stepping out of the car with a satisfied smile curving her lips.
The Homestead was quiet, which mean Wynonna wasn't there. The brunette passed the threshold with a little grin dancing on the edge of her mouth and walked upstairs. She pulled her coat off, letting it rest over her bed before sitting to remove her boots. Nonchalantly, she dropped the garments toward the floor before standing up and stretching her petite frame.
Pulling out her phone from her purse, she quickly roamed over her WhatsApp's chats. There were three messages from Wynonna, the last one asking about her no-date with Nicole. Consciously ignoring her sister's chat, she finally found her conversation with Haught. The only time Nicole had texted her was to beg the brunette to buy her a coffee. The younger Earp had bought her the biggest cup with extra whip cream, obviously. The brunette typed a message and quickly hit send before dropping her phone over the bed. While massaging her nape, she walked to her closet to grab a towel.
After filling the tub with hot water, the brunette removed the rest of her clothes and let the warm liquid relax her muscles. Resting her nape against the edge, she closed her hazel eyes and recapped the whole day. Every moment, biased by her own interpretations, rushed through her memories.
"Please text me when you're at home"
The message she had sent to her favorite redhead appeared in her mind. She wished the officer would answer as fast as possible. Clearly, something had bothered Haught, and it has to be related to the blonde succubus they had seen at the bar. Does Nicole know the woman? That incognita was slowly killing the brunette.
Diving her head below the water, she wetted her hair and drowned her worries for a few seconds. One slow breath after another helped to calm her noisy mind. Opening her eyes, she glanced at their small shower with its detachable showerhead. Momentaneously, Waverly diverted her gaze toward the bathroom's door.
Wynonna wasn't at home.
She was alone.
No one would listen.
Standing up, the brunette opened the tub's valve before cautiously moving toward the crystal shower just a few feet away. Moving inside, Waverly reached for the detachable shower while turning on the valve. Immediately, the hot water moistened her body. Biting her lower lip, she closed her eyes and brought the shower's head to her right shoulder while sliding her free hand toward her sex.
Her breathing became laborious and a pulsing sensation caused her hip to thrust against her palm. The brunette closed her eyes, sliding the shower's head over her chest and down her stomach. The image of Nicole intensely staring at her materialized in her mind. A groan escaped her lips.
"Fuck…" she muttered under her breath as her fingers circle her engorged clitoris.
Nicole's molten chocolate eyes.
The shower's head tantalized her just above her navel.
Nicole's dimple smile.
Two of her fingers went inside her cunt. The brunette rolled her hips around her digits and moaned. As she pounded her fingers in and out of herself, the images of her dream began to roll on her mind. She imagined how the officer's sly and mischievous smile would look and picture her hand cupping her aching pussy.
"So closed already, little angel?"
She moved the shower head to her pussy. The tingly sensation making her greedy and dizzy. Pinching and rolling one of her nipples Waverly imagined Nicole talking dirty to her. There was something about imagining the kind and courteous redhead being rough with her that caused shivers to descend through the brunette's column. Waverly wanted to hear Nicole's low, mysterious, and commanding voice while the officer buried her dexterous fingers in her pussy. The thought was almost enough to trigger her orgasm.
"Fudge…oh…my fricking angel spirit…" mumbled brunette stretching her free hand and resting it against the cold wall before letting the shower's head aside. Her now free hand moved between her legs, rubbing her sensible clitoris as fast as her wrist allow her.
"I noticed every glance…"
Blessed her dream and her imagination. They deserved an award.
"Too needy for being an angel…"
Waverly's hand skimmed downwards, fingering her cunt with the tips of her fingers. The fresh image of her dream pushing her closer to her orgasm. Her body craved something. She pumped her fingers harder, seeking release in the rough treatment, but it didn't trigger the reaction.
"Fuck…please…" mumbled the brunette, her legs tremble with exhaustion.
Then the image appeared in her mind. She pictured herself kissing Nicole, gliding her hands through her soft red hair, dragging her closer until there wasn't a space between their naked bodies.
She screamed and her pelvic muscle contract as her orgasm hit her body. Everything seems brightest and pleasanter. Waverly's forehead rested against the shower's wall. She squeezed the hand between her thighs.
You like her…You really like her…
Whispered her conscious and Waverly grinned.
After wipe up the mess left by the shower's head, she returned to her bedroom. Midway she heard footsteps in Wynonna's room and wondered for how long her sister had been there. Conscious of her shameless screaming, she ran to her room and shoved the door close.
Her phone and coat were in the same place. Sloppily, she launched the coat over a chair and covered herself with her blankets. She fiddled with her phone. After unlocking the phone, she opened the WhatsApp application. Sadly, Nicole hadn't read either answered her text. Almost an hour has passed. The angel nibbled her lip in preoccupation.
Wyn: Were you masturbating on our SHARE bathroom or a criminal had entered the homestead and hurt you? ?
Waverly: Stop invading my privacy!?
Wyn: You stop waking me up with your screaming!
Wyn: BTW, GROSS Baby girl, I shower in that bathroom.?
Wyn: I thought we had agreed on the mouth gag. ?
Waverly: Fuc* you, Nonna ? ﾟﾏﾻ
The morning arrived in a blink. Frowning when the sun rays caressed her face, Waverly launched a hand to her phone resting over her night table.
She has a message.
A message from Nicole.
Suddenly totally awake, the younger Earp unlocked the electronic apparatus and opened the text.
Nicole REALLY Haught: I'm okay, cutie. See you at the station.
Waverly's eyes narrowed when she noticed at what hour the message has been sent. It was sent almost at 2:00 am. Haught had left for her home at 11:40 pm. What took her so much time? Moving out of her bed the brunette stretched her body and abandoned her room. Downstairs Wynonna was singing, horribly singing, at the kitchen.
"Good morning" mumbled the brunette stepping into the kitchen.
Her sister was dressed in her favorite red underwear and a black-top. Waverly glanced down at her white shorts and blouse and shrugged. Wynonna always does whatever Wynonna wants to do.
"Baby girl, I thought you'll be so dehydrated and spent after yesterday shower-related exercises that you would sleep until noon" teased her sister gazing at her over her shoulder while cooking. The smell of pancakes touched the younger's nose. They eat vegan pancakes since Waverly had forced her sister to eat them. Nonna had complained for a few weeks before giving up.
"Can we not mention that embarrassing event?" pleaded Waverly resting her right elbow over the table and placing her phone at her right side.
"Sorry but you were squealing remarkably high and I'm extremely traumatized. You should pay me a psychologist" kept teasing her sister and the brunette groaned.
"I thought you weren't here. And I was not that vociferous!"
"Believe me, baby girl, you were highly noisy"
"Whatever. Why were you here? I thought you'll be with Doc or drinking with Rosita"
"Doc is being a dick, like always. And Rosita kicked me out of Shortys after I had a friendly debate with one of her favorites clients. You should remember her, I'm Gus's second favorite Earp" rambled the chestnut-haired woman turning around with two plates of pancakes and passing one to her youngest sister.
"You threatened the man with peacemaker right?" queried the younger.
"It was in a friendly manner. He gave me revenant's vibes" shrugged the older bringing the coffee mug to her mouth.
"Yeah, whatever" muttered the brunette.
They ate in silence for a few minutes. Wynonna was scrolling through her Facebook page while Waverly nibbled her lower lip. The sound of an engine startled them. Nonna stood and stepped toward the window to check who the newcomer was. After a swift inspection, the older turned to her sister.
"It's a patrol. I think is Haught-Sauce, but I don't remember calling her to give us a ride" commented the chestnut woman moving toward the door.
"I'll open the door for her" announced the younger running to the entrance and stumbling with her sister in the process.
"I don't want to steal her from you, baby girl, don't be jealous!" commented Wynonna and Waverly rolled her eyes.
The brunette was pulling the door open almost one second after two continuous and rhythmic knocks reached her ears. At the other side of the threshold, Nicole Haught has her fist half lifted. Her chocolate eyes fixed to the younger Earp.
"Hey…" greeted Waverly, her eyes fastly noticing the lack of police uniform. The redhead was wearing black sweatpants and a big jacket over a white shirt. The succubus was the real image of comfiness and warmth. Waverly wished to hug her and get cocooned in the heat of her arms.
"Hey…is Wynonna here?" questioned the redhead.
"I'm here, Haughty! Come in!" screamed Wynonna and Nicole's chocolate eyes widened while searching for the ubication of her voice.
"Come…" invited the shorter brunette and stepped backward to leave a space for the taller woman.
The succubus began to move toward the kitchen and Waverly felt a hit of disappointment. The shorter woman didn't know what she wants Nicole to do, but she was expecting a warmer greeting. Waverly was just turning after closing the door when her gaze met Haught's chocolate eyes. The succubus eyes darken and Waves felt the weight of Haught's electrifying aura soothing her heart. Warming her body.
"I like your pajama, Waves" stated Nicole with a tenderly smile before moving toward the kitchen.
Waverly stood there with an enormous smirk embellishing her face. Her eyes followed Nicole's movements until the redhead disappeared. It was a simple compliment, but it was the way those chocolate eyes traveled her body that warmed the brunette's whole being. Maybe she wasn't the only one having a crush. Maybe Nicole has feelings for her too.
"Fudge! Wynonna please put your pants on!"
That was Nicole's voice.
"Don't be a prig, Haught-Sauce"
And that was Wynonna's answered.