POV Nicole Haught
The night was dark, cold, and peaceful. The officer heard the remote sound of the insects as Waverly stepped out of the car and walked to her house. Her dark chocolate eyes followed the petite frame. Inside her chest, an intense hunger begged the redhead to jump out of the car and stop the shorter woman. To grab her arm. To stared deeply into those precious hazel eyes. To cornered her against the wooden door.
Breath deep.
Nicole repeated to herself. She had lost count on how many times she had pronounced those words in her mind. Being in a small space with the youngest Earp was awakening all her senses. She was aware of Waverly's deep inhalations, her constant staring, and her nervous demeanors. The succubus inside her salivated at the notion of burying her teeth in that pure and gentle person. Nicole needs to control it because she fricking likes the petite woman, and her inner creature is an annoying voice urging her just to fuck Waverly.
She felt nauseous.
What would her parents think if she let her inner self out? Disappointment. They would be disappointed once again. Closing her eyes, the redhead let her head flop back. There was something different in Waverly. It was most than her sweetness and bright, beautiful smile. It was something the redhead hadn't been able to figure out yet. And whatever it was, it makes her succubus thirsty for the brunette.
Haught should maintain distance. She can't make the same mistakes. Purgatory is supposed to be the place where she will redeem herself. Nicole was going to prove to her family and her former team that she has control over her creature and her life. But she can't stay away from Waverly Earp. She had fallen for her smile the same day she walked into Shortys and found her with her soak shirt.
Nicole Haught just needs to discover how to maintain her succubus under control while conquering the brunette's heart. The bright side is the redhead had gained some authority over her creature over the past months. A couple of months more and she'll have enough confidence to confess her feelings.
"Any information, Haught?" Dolls' voice made her jumped in her seat. She beat the wheel in the process but surprisingly eluded the horn.
"Dolls, here Haught, send Doc to the bar. I think I have something" answered Nicole putting the car in movement with a flawless swing of her hands.
"You're not supposed to make a move. I ordered you both to watch!"
"I brought Waverly back to the homestead. I'm driving toward the bar. You can send Doc, or I go by myself" announced the redhead while pushing against the ignition. The car started gaining velocity. The road was empty and humid. The rain had vanished little by little, but a few raindrops kept landing over the windshield.
"I'll send Holliday. Don't make a move without him. And we're going to talk later, officer"
Dolls' voice was sharp, and a shiver descended through Haught's spinal cord. She was in trouble. This was her first time doing something for the BBD and she was proceeding against the protocol. Nicole sighed; her chocolate eyes hooked on the road. The redhead heard her phone beep on the backseat. It must be another message from her mom, after all, she had ignored her text a few hours ago.
It was even murkier by the time she turned off the motor. The redhead launched her cap to the backseat and searched the car's drawer for her spare gun. The neon sign of the bar and the bright lamps hanging on the walls illuminated the figure of a man talking to another person. Nicole charged the gun without removing her eyes from the bar's door. The passenger's door opened abruptly, and the redhead aimed her gun toward the intruder. Doc Holliday hesitated before rolling her eyes.
"A so friendly welcome" teased the man
"I'm cautious" shrugged the redhead stepping out of the car while Doc chuckled.
"A bird told me you dumped Waverly. I should alert you she will be very pissed if she finds out" mentioned the cowboy walking side by side with the redhead.
"She will not know" affirmed Haught slowly moving behind an old oak trunk. Doc moved closer to her back and Nicole elbowed him to created distance.
"Don't be fussy. I'm trying to see what you're seeing" explained Holliday
"We saw a succubus arriving a few minutes ago. At first, her face just seemed familiar but then I remembered from where I remember her"
"Do you shagged her? I don't think you need my help in those activities. That's your area of expertise..."
"No. And obviously, I don't need your help in that field." answered the redhead grimacing.
Doc shrugged.
"She was the aunt of one of our victims. I think she may be here investigating what happened to her niece" explained Nicole.
"So, we entered the bar and find the woman. "simplified Doc.
Their eyes met and they kept advancing.
Surprisingly, the woman was nowhere to be seen. They had found a table in a corner but after 10 minutes of staring, they decided to abandon the place. Then Nicole noticed it. As they walked to the exit, the weight of a gaze following their movements. She perceived the threat deep inside her. Grabbing Doc's arm, she yanked him hurriedly toward the door.
"Slowly Red, we want to pass unseen" advised the older.
"Too late…" grumbled the redhead and as they step out Nicole noticed blonde hair in her peripheral vision.
There she was. The blonde woman was being guided toward the alley by a tall figure wearing a black fedora.
"Is that the lady?" questioned Holliday.
"Yeah…and she got company…" muttered Haught extracting her gun.
As they ran toward the alley, they overheard screams and noises of fighting. The place was dark as the night that covered them. A trace of precipitation covers the pavement. The fog in the air was thick and cold. Little raindrops started to fall over them again.
"Son of a bitch…" mumbled Nicole at the sight of the man forcing the blonde brutally against a wall.
"Now you're not strong neither imposing succubus. How it feels to be in our position?" queried a low and badinage voice.
"What did you give me, dick? If you touch me…" the woman's voice was hoarse, and Nicole caught the distant keys of fear crawling her tone.
"Touch you? That is too elegant to describe what I'm going to do…"
"Get away from her!" yelled Nicole yanking him by his dark blazer. The man stumbled backward but the night covered his face. The redhead stepped closer, but he punched her. Something solid bumped against her chest and she regretted not wearing her bulletproof vest.
"Son of…
"Oh…another succubus…" mumbled the man maliciously.
Nicole tossed a blow to his face and the man attacked back. The redhead noticed Doc fighting someone behind her. She lifted her gun to fire, but he slapped her chest again. Haught lurched backward and ended up hitting the ground before lifting her gun and shooting three times at the running figure.
"Are you okay, Haught? We need to move; this place is dangerous" Holliday had approached and was trying to pull her up.
"I'm fine. Help her" answered Nicole massaging her chest. She can feel the damage. She can sense her succubus trying to suck anyone's energy to cure her injuries.
"Ma'am, can you move?" she heard Holliday asked
"All my extremities are paralyzed" responded the blonde as Nicole rose from the ground.
"I'm going to carry you. You'll be secure with us…" informed Doc taking the woman bridal style.
"Who was that man?" queried Nicole, the blonde opened her mouth to answer but close it again for a few seconds.
"He called himself a succubi' hunter…" answered the woman.
"A hunter? I thought they were all dead" commented Holliday.
"I had thought the same" admitted the blonde averting her gaze.
"Take her with you, Doc. I need to go home" announced Nicole and Doc glared at the hand she had shifted to her aching chest.
"You need to be revised"
"I am fine. Take her to a hospital or to Dolls. I'll see you tomorrow" ordered Haught, the man seem to doubt for a second but stepped away after a few instants.
"Red…" called the cowboy.
Nicole rose her eye from her hurting chest.
"I can take you to Pussy willows…" offered Doc.
"It's not necessary. I'll take care of it, but thank you"
The way home was long and tedious. The rain had decided to drop over her car with the force of a storm. The redhead fight against the pain transmitted from the right side of her chest.
A hunter.
She had been in the proximity of a succubi' hunter. Those dreadful creatures. Moaning in agony, the tall woman parked the patrol in front of her home. She took her purse from the back seat and raced to the entrance.
Somehow her trembling hands had inserted the key accurately into the latch. She shoved the door open while hearing Calamity Jane meowing in the distance. The door slam closed, and she released her purse over her sofa. Her big cat approached casually, calling to her, but she ignored CJ. Haught shed off her jacket and her button-up shirt while hurrying toward her room.
Her medications and first aid were resting over the wood cabinet. She stretched her arms toward the black box containing everything and held it close to her ribs before turning on the light and collapsing over the bed. Over her right boob, a tremendous hematoma was forming. The purplish, almost black color made her groaned. Hunters were strong and their weapons were lethal for succubi. Hunters harm them by withdrawing their succubi' energy.
"Fuck…" cursed the redhead stroking her bruised skin. Her smooth, creamy color made the injured skin look uglier. She reached for a white cream, softly applying it over her skin. The freshness of the ointment emitted a wave of comfort through her.
Placing the box on the floor, the redhead strolled back to her kitchen. She started boiling water to prepare tea. Meanwhile, she served CJ a bowl of her favorite food. Her loyal companion slipped between her legs meowing before hurrying to her food.
"I think this will be with me for a whole week, Jane" whispered the redhead gazing at her chest.
The water was almost boiling when she picked her phone out of her purse. Her eyes stretch in surprise at the sight of Waverly's message. Her words, although shorts, soothed the ache extending through the succubus body. Waverly cares about her well-being. A smile illuminated her face at the thought. Waverly cares for her. Sending a quick reply, she kept preparing her tea with a grin before going to bed.
The burning of her skin retained her alert for almost a complete hour. The redhead groaned incapable of relaxing her body. After a few minutes of lifting and dropping her knees, she focused on thinking about the younger Earp. Waverly smiling. Waverly's voice. Waverly's message. The soothing of her presence made Haught's noisy mind quiet. Nicole sighed heavily, feeling her body giving up after so many hours awake. The last image in her mind before finally falling asleep was Waverly Earp smiling at her from the threshold of the police station.
She woke up with the weight of Calamity Jane over her stomach. Mumbling between her lips, the redhead attempted to roll over her stomach. Immediately she sensed a piercing pain arising from her chest and she cursed her life and her cat. Calamity, oblivious of her mom's mood, meowed and glid higher. Nicole cried aloud when her cat passed over her bruised skin. Calamity jumped out of bed quickly and run out of the bedroom before the redhead could grip her by her fluffy and thick neck.
"I need a vacation from life…" muttered the officer lying in the bed. All her chest feels tender and sensible. She considered going to Pussy Willows for a massage. The skin-to-skin contact would heal her bruised chest in a few minutes. Pushing the idea aside, she raised from the comfortable bed and walked toward the bathroom.
She needs to tell Wynonna her conclusions.
Entering her bathroom, she stopped in front of her full body mirror. A grimace distorted her face at the sight of her pale chest. The wounded region was darker and the bruised was bigger than what she had perceived the night before. The oval-form bruised starts a few centimeters below her right clavicle, an imperfect circle that reaches nearly her boob. If the redhead catches that hunter, she was going to kill him slowly.
Nicole took a swift shower, served food to Calamity Jane, grabbed the patrol keys, and abandoned her house. Maybe she should go directly to Dolls or call Holliday but for some reason, she relies more on Wynonna's wisdom. Always taking the stupidest choice obviously. Once again, she drove the whole way to the Homestead. The cloudy yesterday seemed like a far memory as the bright sun lifted high in the sky. The Earp's home was quiet. Stepping out of her car Haught glanced at the fence and study the small barn before walking to the entrance.
Two knocks later, Waverly Earp was opening the door for her.
The redhead's mind blackout for a second. Waverly with her long and wavy hair was just a few steps away. Petite body cover just by a silky short, and a white thin-sleeve shirt. Nicole felt her inner creature crying for the brunette. She craves Waverly in a way she had not craved anyone before. The way her heartbeat became stronger and quicker at the sight of her gorgeous hazel eyes another evidence of all her desires.
She noticed the brunette's eyes shamelessly examining her body. Nicole's heart contracted faster, and her nostrils expanded inhaling more of Waverly's aroma. The brunette smells like flowers. Sweet and soothing. So charming.
Finally, their eyes met.
The redhead felt lost in the goodness and tenderness of the younger's eyes. She would happily live in those eyes for the rest of her life.
"Fudge! Wynonna please put your pants on!" yelled Nicole at the vision of her friend with just red panties and a black-panties as she enters the homestead's kitchen. She turned her back to her instantly. She was a succubus after all. They were extremely sexual creatures.
"Don't be a prig, Haught-Sauce" Wynonna's answered mockery and the redhead sighed heavily.
"Wynonna, there is a succubi' hunter in town. Can you please dress so we can talk?" queried Haught.
"A succubi' hunter? You mean some people want to kill succubi?" questioned Waverly invading the kitchen.
"Can Wynonna dress before we talk?" insisted Nicole.
"Okay! I'll dress but you're being dramatic Nic!"
Wynonna finally left the kitchen to put on pants.
Nicole was sitting at a chair, resting her elbows over the wood table nervously. In front of her, Waverly was stirring her coffee with a metal spoon. The petite woman had offered her breakfast, but the redhead refused.
"So…Succubi' hunters?" questioned Wynonna reappearing at the kitchen and innocently letting one of her arms fall over Nicole's right shoulder.
The redhead squeal reaching for her bruised chest to pacify the pain. Her companions remained silent. Nicole's chocolate eyes stared forward meeting Waverly's hazel eyes. The younger Earp was looking at her with wide eyes overflow with worriedness.
"What the hell Haught?" asked Wynonna moving to the redhead's point of view while scowling.
"I'm okay, a little bruised" explained the redhead.
"A little bruised? That scream doesn't suggest a little bruise" insisted the older sister crossing her arms over her chest.
"Is nothing" emphasized Haught
"You were fine yesterday. We bump on two occasions and your shoulder was fine" analyzed Waverly narrowing her eyes.
"I can explain…"
"Where did you go after ditching me here?" questioned Waverly standing up and approaching her. Nicole tensed and stared at Wynonna for backup.
"I returned to the bar, but…" began Nicole.
"Nicole!" admonished Waverly.
"I'm sorry!" replied the redhead.
"Show us the little bruise" ordered Wynonna.
Nicole hugged her jacket closely against her body and shook her head.
"Show us the boobs Haughty" insisted Wynonna moving closer.
"The bruise, Wynonna, the bruise" corrected Waverly shoving her sister to the side.
"Okay, I'll show the bruise, but I swear is nothing…" emphasized the redhead before standing up.
Nicole pushed her jacket off, resting it over the table before lowering her hands to the shirt's edge. Carefully of not hurting her aching chest, she tugged the fabric up. The redhead was pulling it over her head when she heard Waverly's gasped and Wynonna's blasphemy. She should have foreseen the sisters would react that way.
"For fuck sake! That is not a simple bruise Ginger!" scolded Wynonna.
"I'm fine. I swear!" Nicole tried to convince them, but they weren't buying it.
"I'm going to the station for medicines. You stay right here" ordered the chestnut woman taking her truck keys and pointing at Haught with one finger.
Nicole groaned letting her body crashed on her previous seat. Lifting her left arm, she passed her fingers through her short hair feeling like a little child being reprimanded by her mom. Glancing up her eyes meet Waverly's, and she tried her best 'puppy-gaze' to avoid being scolded one more time. Waverly hesitated, opening, and closing her mouth before stepping closer.
"Nic…let me check you" pleaded the brunette stopping in front of her.
Nicole's body tense as the space between them kept becoming less and less. The younger Earp dragged a chair to Nicole's side and the redhead shoved her chair a little back to make space for the brunette. Haught had imagined several scenes like this one. She had imagined Waverly's fingers traveling her velvety skin, discovering her most sensible zones.
The brunette's fingertips softly slid over her aching skin. Her touches were gentle and made the redhead purr.
Her inner creature rejoiced in the contact. The redhead sighed heavily and closed her eyes. One of her hands had moved forward, grabbing Waverly's elbow to keep her touching her body. Nicole felt the bond between them growing stronger. The brunette's aura was calling at her succubus. That hidden and mysterious bit of Waverly Earp has her inner creature salivating.
"Carefully… It's tender…" whispered the redhead.
The brunette's chary touches provoked a sensation of tranquility inside her. She felt a tingly sensation in her sex and opened her eyes rapidly. The skin rubbed by Waverly's fingertips was covered by a dull gold brightness. Haught forced the brunette's hand away as fast as possible.
"What was that?" questioned Earp looking from Haught's chest to her eyes. Nicole hesitated; she can let those fingers heal her damaged body.
But it would be the most selfish decision.
"It's a succubi thing. We healed our bodies by sucking the vital energy of others. It requires skin-to-skin contact so please…don't touch me…" pleaded Haught looking down at her chest.
Even those tender and short touches had helped to reduce the hematoma's size. The horrible dark purple had become a pinkish violet. Waverly obviously noticed the difference because she stretched her arm to touch the redhead's skin once again. Nicole shoved the chair back, lifting her body to evade the touch.
"I can help you. I'll be okay" contended the brunette bending toward her but Nicole swing her head stubbornly.
"Is better for me to go…" announced Nicole, but before she could walk away, a hand wrapped around her wrist stopping her movement. Waverly's grab was strangely sturdy for such a petite person.
"Hey, don't go. I will not touch it. I just want to put medicine over it. How can I do it without you sucking up my energy?" asked the brunette letting go of her wrist.
"Use gloves. They'll cut the energy exchange" responded the redhead giving up and seating again. Her companion smiled before lifting to search for the ointment and the gloves.
It was an awful idea.
Waverly touching her burning skin while putting the oily substance over her bruise.
Nicole wanted to ignore the goosebumps raising over her skin, but it was so difficult. She had been nibbling her lower lip stopping the soft purrs craving to escape her mouth. Her chocolate eyes were abducted by Waverly's mouth a minute ago. Those perfect rosy lips.
Her succubus ached to ravish that smooth mouth.
Haught was breathing deeply. She was conscious of every respiration. The brunette's aroma kept invading her nostrils and her aching sex was driving her mad. The brunette slid her fingers down, caressing the beginning of her right boob. The barmaid's hazel eyes moved down to Nicole's creamy stomach as her fingers skimmed over the redhead's bra.
Her succubus groaned inside her. How badly her inner creature desired to consume Waverly Earp. And not in a romantic manner. Her succubus ached to do it rough and raw. Her creature's feelings weren't like the emotions growing inside Nicole's heart. The redhead wants to kiss the brunette's forehead, cuddle her petite frame, take her to dinner. But her inner person has dark and dirty intentions. It craves to possess the sinless and loving woman in a way Nicole felt ashamed of. It wants to bring out Waverly's darkest and perverts craves. To see her pupils expanding, her body curving. To draw out of her throat the fiercest sounds. The most shameful pleas.
It's easy…just take her…she will not resist you
Nicole ignored those thoughts.
She likes Waverly and her dark side will not destroy their relationship. She wishes to preserve the kindness of those hazel eyes. She craves to see her bright gaze in the morning and listen to her genuine laugh. Nicole didn't want to poison her pureness with her devilish side. Haught would protect her even from her pervert and demonic succubus. She has it under her command. She is more than just a highly sexual and dark creature.
But the woman in front of her was making it very complicated.
Waverly was cupping her entire boob with her hand in a non-innocent, non-friendly way. The officer purred in delight and a flow of pleasure travel directly to her sex. Their eyes met. Waverly squeezed her right boob brazenly. Her hazel eyes started to dilate more and more. Nicole stopped her hips from thrusting up toward thin air.
"I'm just imagining this connection, this desire?" questioned the brunette. Her hand was still imprisoning Nicole's right boob. The redhead glanced at the brunette's mouth.
Just a kiss. Just a taste.
"No…I can feel it too" whispered Nicole and the younger shifted closer.
"Nicole…"
"I'm here! I hope everyone is dressed!" Wynonna's voice made them spring apart.
"Great timing…" muttered the redhead under her breath as the footsteps of the chestnut woman eco through the homestead.