Chapter 4: The medication
P.O.V Nicole Haught
Wynonna crossed the kitchen's threshold carrying a kit of medicines. She also has half of a donut in her mouth. Nicole rolled her eyes at the woman's manners, as Wynonna sloppily threw the bag over the table while gulping her food. Waverly had moved toward the long cabinet. A beautiful blush was spreading through her tan cheeks. The officer yearned to lengthen a hand to her burning face and soothed her.
"Xavier sent this." announced the chestnut woman pulling out a gun-like apparatus with a needle at its end.
"You're not thinking about injecting me that, right?" questioned the redhead scowling.
"That is exactly what I'm going to do. Show me the butt, Haughty." ordered Wynonna mockingly. Nicole stood up from the wooden chair to get away from the sharp object.
"You're not pinching my butt with that chunky needle, Wynonna." warned Nicole backing toward the kitchen counter.
"The 'Not- yet-Sheriff' is scared?" taunted the older Earp, the teasing in her eyes didn't go unnoticed for the succubus.
"I'm not scared! Stay away from me!"
Her rear bumped upon the counter, and the chestnut woman smirk became larger.
"Okay, relax, I was fooling with you. This is supposed to go straight into your bruise." declared Wynonna extending the gun to Nicole and shrugging.
The redhead breathed heavily before snatching the gun from her friend's hand. The Wynonna's crooked smirk annoyed Haught even more. Waverly was still a few steps away with a not-enough-subtle smile lifting the edges of her rosy mouth. She obviously loved to watch their interactions.
"So…straight into the bruise?" queried Nicole sitting again.
"Yeah…but is better if you moved to our spare room before injecting it. It may have some side effects." stated the older reaching for her cold mug of coffee and opening the microwave to heat the liquid.
"What side effects?" asked Haught griming.
"The usual… exhaustion and maybe a short disbalance in your hormonal levels." shrugged Wynonna.
The redhead groaned, allowing her head to drop back before gradually breathing in small amounts of oxygen. Glancing forward, the redhead's gaze met Waverly's hazel ones. Those heartening glowing eyes. Nicole loves that eyes, that gaze. She loved how the brunette looks at her.
"You're sure I should use the spare room? I can drive home and inject myself there." offered Nicole not wanting to impose.
"Do not even think about it. You're staying here." intervened Waverly. The redhead heard Wynonna's chuckle.
"You heard her, Haughty." joked the older.
"Come with me…" solicited Waverly signaling the stairs.
The younger Earp walked her upstairs and left her alone in the spare room. It was a square space with a full-size bed dressed in black blankets. On the right side of the bed, a rectangular window enabled the sun to lighten the lounge with its yellowish color. Nicole sat at the edge of the bed, and her body weight caused the fluffy mattress to sink slightly.
I should have put my shirt on.
The succubus breathed in, slowly relaxing her body in the process. She wasn't a fan of needles. She hates them. She hates spikey, long, thick objects. The redhead closed her eyes and imagined herself on a beach. She imagined the sound of waves hitting against the shore. The noisy flow of the wind slapping her body. Breathing deeply, the redhead can recreate the smell of the sand and the salty moisture of the air.
The needle's tip touched her sensible skin.
She gasped pausing the needle's advancement. Her skin was still tender. The coldness and sharpness of the metallic object weren't welcome by her wounded chest. She tried to imagine the beach again while clenching her eyes. It was not helping. Nicole was remarkably tense and too conscious of the sharp object against her chest.
"Oh, fuck it…" she muttered. The redhead was still mumbling when she pressed the needle in and injected the substance. The movement was flawless and smooth.
The fricking liquid burns.
She nibbled her lower lip and threw the gun to the floor. Her skin was on fire. She noticed her senses sharpening. Her heart started to contract faster and faster inside her chest cavity. Fisting a portion of the bed's blanket, the redhead contained the scream fighting to escape the prison of her throat. The burn ceased and the adrenaline rush burned out.
Overwhelmed by exhaustion, Nicole's body collapsed over the bed.
Lub-dub
Everything around her was dark. She listened to a muffled and faint sound. A sound without words. She heard groans and gasps. She heard blood running through veins. The person's heart was pounding quicker and quicker inside its ribcage. And between the tumult of sensations, she noticed the faint smell of lust and desire. The succubus breathed it in. Her creature was charmed by the delicious aroma.
Lub-dub
"Fudge…" the sound is weak. The redhead's sluggish mind can't recognize the source of the sweet voice. A trace of desperation clings to the woman's moan. The succubus groaned and felt a painful ache between her thighs. The redhead tried to open her eyes while squeezing her legs, but the darkness continues.
Nicole acknowledged, deep inside her, the source of those gasps. Her mouthed water and a low, raspy groan escaped through her lips. The redhead can roughly discern the petite figure of Waverly. She craved the woman so much. Sometimes the redhead felt frightened of her own feelings. Succubi were created to produce lechery and to satiate carnal necessities. They weren't supposed to feel love. But Nicole's heart little by little was filling with love for the brunette. She doesn't care about what common succubi do. Nicole craved to love Waverly Earp.
She woke up suddenly, her eyes slowly opening to another dark room.
Nicole had been dragged under soft and warm black blankets. Instantaneously the redhead noticed the absence of sunlight. The moon was high in the sky. The faint brightness of the star was invading the room through the open window. Weakly, the succubus caught the birds' melodies and the calming tune of the wind. The redhead shifted her body and noted the pulsing sensation between her legs. Frowning, she noticed the lack of pants and the wetness in her underwear.
Somehow, she had ended in her undergarments. The succubus stretched an arm toward the night table, turned on the old black lamp, and lowered her body against the pillows. She skidded a hand over her wounded chest and got no pain in the movement. Gazing down, she met pale, creamy skin and the dull form of an old hematoma. The bruise had healed perfectly. The redhead was tracing the vague edges of her bruise when a muffled moan arrived at her sensible ears. Her eyes blacken instantly.
"Oh…"
It was not a dream. Someone was groaning not far from her room. Nicole recognized the high pitch sound. The velvety tone of Waverly Earp traveling all the way from her ears to her pulsing pussy. The redhead covered her mouth and groaned against her palm. The sound of the shower was covering some of the brunette's noises.
"Fudge!"
Not all the gasps were restricted.
The succubus felt hot and excited. She nibbled her lower lip while squeezing her breasts over her bra and closed her eyes to picture the brunette. Another moan from Waverly arrived at her ears. Her nipples pressed harder against the fabric at the sound. While licking her mouth, the redhead tried to recreate Waverly's body and succeeded. The brunette image began to materialize in her mind. Nicole had engraved the petite frame almost flawlessly. The image in her mind gave prove of it.
In her mind, Waverly was naked. The brunette's back was pressed against a cold and moisten wall. She was against a white marble tile wall because Nicole loves the contrast between the brunette's tan skin and the pale surface.
"Fuck…" groaned the succubus lowering one of her bra cups to pinch her hard nipple. Her back arched from the bed.
She portrayed the brunette covering her own mouth while sliding her free hand between her legs. Nicole pictured little droplets of water running through the precious skin, sliding between Waverly's breasts. And just because in her imagination everything was possible, she imagined her own self opening the shower door.
Waverly stared at her with surprised hazel eyes. Ashamed, the brunette lowered her gaze. Nicole slid a finger below her chin to lift her head and met those begging hazel eyes.
Nicole's breathing became heavy and short. The redhead pushed a hand down while still squeezing one of her rosy nipples. Skimming her fingers over her boy shorts, she teased her engorged clitoris. Her bundle of nerves was standing proud and seeking attention. She circled it, thrusting her hips upward to set a rhythm.
Licking her lower lip, she imagined Waverly blushing. Nicole stopped her hands before the brunette could cover her breasts. Grabbing her by her wrists, she pressed those thin hands against the wall and bowed to suck a dark nipple in her mouth.
Waverly gasped.
Really gasped.
Nicole heard the brunette moan and squeal while she was moving her hand inside her own boy shorts. Her extremely sensitive succubus was almost orgasming by such noises. She can feel the sexual environment over the entire house. Thrusting two fingers inside her cunt, the redhead allowed her head to fall to the side and nibbled the pillow to silence her cries.
Waverly's hands slid through her short hair, dragging her closer while the water of the shower patted her back. Nicole smirked against the brunette's hard nipple before airy breathing against it. The shorter woman shivered and fisted Nicole's hair. The redhead caressed her wrists before freeing them. Her now free hand slid to the brunette's hair, fisting a portion of the wavy wet hair. The woman in front of Nicole moaned. Once again, the succubus nibbled her nipple playfully.
She skimmed a hand lower, briefly caressing the firm abs before reaching her sex. Eagerly, Waverly jerked her hips toward the redhead's hand. Nicole released her nipple from the prison of her mouth, and grinned skimming both hands to the brunette's butt. In a swift movement, the officer quieted the brunette's pities squeal with her mouth.
"Nicole please…"
Her imagination deserves a Grammy.
Nicole's rolled her hips, swiftly moving two of her fingers over her sensitive clitoris. She loves clitoris stimulation. Her hips bucked against her touches. The redhead threw her head back against the silky pillows and wrapped a hand over her mouth. The vibrations of her moans and grunts perfectly muffled by her own skin.
Nicole would fuck Waverly's cunt slowly and gently. No matter how much her succubus begged her to pound the brunette's pussy hard, fast, and brutally, she would be courteous. She imagined Waverly's forehead resting on her shoulder while two of her fingers slid inside her smooth and warm entrance. Her thumb circling the brunette's clitoris in the process.
"You wanna come, cutie?" groaned the redhead, moving her lover's hair to lick her earlobe.
Her body halted as her orgasm paralyzed her muscles for an instant. A few seconds later, the redhead landed motionless over the bed. Nicole's body was sweaty. The heat adhering to her body was too much, so the redhead pushed the blankets downward searching for air. She opened her mouth to catch more oxygen, her breathing becoming faster every minute. Moving her hand out of her underwear, she elevated her fingers to her mouth and purred at the flavor. Her succubus purred too, begging for more instantaneously.
Insatiable creature
"Food is ready, Ginger Sauce!"
Nicole tried to grab the blanket to cover her body, but Wynonna has already opened the door and was gawking at her. The succubus dark and dilated chocolate eye met the blue ones of the older Earp. For a second, the redhead wondered if she had been cursed yesterday before meeting Waverly for the patrolling.
"Gross, Haught!" squealed the chestnut woman. The redhead grabbed the sheets and stretched them around her body before getting her boobs inside her bra' cups.
"Why don't you knock first, Wynonna?" queried the succubus, hugging the sheets firmly.
"This is my home, Naughty Haughty. We don't knock here." announced Nonna while shrugging.
"Okay, is my fault, why are you here?" questioned Nicole staring at the bed because her face was growing red with the pass of the seconds.
"Here, your clothes. Dinner is ready. Dolls said you should eat healthily." replied Wynonna launching the redhead's clothes toward the bed. Sloppily, they landed at her side.
"And Waverly?" queried Nicole.
Although she knew were the brunette has been.
"Masturbating in the bathroom? I think we both heard her happy moment. She keeps forgetting this fricking house has thin walls." answered Wynonna while dramatically articulating with both hands.
Nicole flushed. She felt her face burning with shame. Has Wynonna heard her happy moment too?
"Nicole…just come down to eat." ordered Wynonna leaving the room.
The redhead dropped her body against the pillows before covering her face with the blankets. She wasn't ready to go down. Waverly would be there. Then realization washed over the succubus. She had masturbated while thinking about the brunette. It wasn't the first time, but it was the first time she would see the woman a few minutes after having an orgasm while picturing herself fucking her. It was too soon. The images were too fresh in her mind.
"Oh, fuck me…" mumbled the redhead.
How much time can we consume dressing? With Nicole speediness, probably a minute or two. Surprisingly, she wasted ten full minutes to put on her black sweatpants and white shirt. After pondering it, she decided to take her boy shorts and hid them in the night table drawer to pick them up later. Slowing descending the stairs, she left a sighed of relief when she didn't listen to any conversation in the kitchen. Snooping the place, she found only Wynonna stirring the contents of a deep pot. At least, not signs of little and angelic Waverly. The redhead stepped inside the kitchen, and Earp peeped at her over her shoulder. The edges of the chestnut woman's mouth curved, and Nicole scowled before sitting in front of the table.
"So…you're feeling better. Your body is looking better. How about you telling me what the hell happen last night? Holliday has a blonde succubus in our office. Want to explain?" asked Wynonna putting a bowl of soup in front of the redhead.
Nicole tried to explain everything.
After the mention of the strange man and the dark alley, Wynonna forgot the soup.
"So, you think it can be related to Bobo?" questioned Wynonna narrowing her eyes.
"Doc recognized various revenants in the place. Bobo del Rey may have something to do with it. But this man wasn't a revenant. Succubus' hunters are normal humans blessed by witches so they can kill succubi with their bare hands." explained Nicole, absently stirring her soup.
"So, what can we do? Can you recognize the man?"
"I doubt it. The place was too dark. Although, I'm sure there is more than one of them. Hunters follow patterns. The forensic analysis of the victims was different." stated the succubus.
"Wait, you think those five women were succubi?" interrupted Nonna frowning.
"It's my guest. After the death of its container, the Succubi' aura cannot be perceived. I'm sure blondie can tell us more about her niece."
"At least, your head does more than just lust over my sister and carry that thick, gorgeous hair." joked Wynonna while patting Nicole's back.
The redhead noticed the softness of the contact. Wynonna had carefully tapped her back. The succubus smiled, accepting the words of her friend. There was chemistry between them. It was different from her chemistry with Waverly, but it ignited a warm feeling in the redhead's heart. She like Wynonna Earp. They had interacted scarcely, but they had grown closer somehow.
"I'm gonna grab my phone so we can text Doc. He will interview the woman and let us know." announced the chestnut woman while running toward the stairs. Nicole grinned looking at her. The officer may be a loner person, but she was learning to value the presence of this troop.
Henry Holliday covered her back last night.
Wynonna ran out of her home, leaving her precious coffee in the process, just to find medicine for her. Maybe she didn't need to work all by herself. Maybe she can trust these people more.
With a gentle grin curving her mouth, Nicole moved her spoon inside the soup. She shoved the vegetable to one side and the other. Deep inside, the redhead knew the food was prepared by Waverly. She had the faint memories of Wynonna confessing she has zero knowledge about cooking anything different from pancakes or waffles.
The always sweet and caring Waverly Earp.
The redhead felt a blush in her cheeks while thinking about the younger Earp. She meditated how it would be to live with such an astonishing human being. How would it be to wake up and have breakfast with her? Her smile grew bigger, enough that her cheeks hurt.
"Nicole! Your awake!" Waverly's voice made the redhead opened her eyes.
Waverly was under the threshold dress with short black pants and a blue tank top. She had long white socks, with a red line at the top, covering her feet from the coldness of the night. Her long and wavy hair was still damp. Instantaneously, Nicole remembered her fantasy. The redhead tried not to think about what she had imagined. She tried not to picture herself standing and shoving the woman against a wall. To not picture herself removing all the clothes from Waverly. Everything except those cute long socks. But Nicole had already pictured it. She pictured herself pinning the brunette against the wall beside the fridge. Waverly's cover feet digging into the redhead's low back while she forced her fingers deep inside her.
She blushed.
Her whole face grew red and Waverly's eyes widened. The brunette also started to flush, and Nicole wondered why. Earp transferred a lock of her damp hair behind her ear before staring at the floor for a few seconds. A seconds after, she lifted her gaze and met Haught's chocolate eyes once again.
"Please, tell me you didn't hear me?" requested Waverly while glancing straight into her eyes. The answer must have been writing in the succubus eyes because the brunette's blush intensified.
"I don't…" Wynonna's scream abruptly interrupted Nicole's calming and soothing answer.
"Sorry to break it to you, baby girl, but we heard you. I will repeat this one last time, you needed to use a gag when masturbating."
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