Chapter 5: And Again...
P.O.V Waverly Earp
A new morning in Purgatory. Dawn had lazily arrived over town. The sun had woken up, but its warmness was nowhere to be seeing. The day harvests a dull brightness, and the wind carries with him turbulences of coldness. Puffy, white clouds cover the blue sky. Waverly had slid inside her puffiest boots and her warmest coat before leaving the homestead toward Shortys. It was early in the morning, and the sun was lifting slowly from the east. Wynonna was snoring in her room. Before descending the stairs, the brunette stopped by her sister's room to organize the blankets over the half-naked body of Wynonna.
Shortys was as cold as the outside world. Waverly put on the heater and shoved her coat over the bar counter. Her black pants and her white crop-top weren't her warmest clothes, but she loved the aesthetic of the outfit. Also, today was Wednesday. The brunette's eyes flew to the clock: 7:25 am. Nicole had been stopping at the bar every day after apologizing for ditching her in the homestead and returning to the bar to deal with the succubus alone.
"She clearly likes me." stated the brunette with a grin while making guns with her fingers and shooting at the beer dispenser. She chuckled at her home childishness before letting out a deep breath.
Waverly stepped closer to the coffee machine, starting to prepare the redhead's order while humming happily. While her hands worked in the beverage, she remembered their last interaction at the police station two days ago. A pinkish color threatened to warm her cheeks at the memory.
She had entered the station moodily. The brunette's frown had produced a little wrinkle between her eyebrows. Once again, Waverly had been arguing with Wynonna. Sometimes, her older sister can be the most irritating person in the world. They both were stubborn. So, when Wynonna threatened Waverly with forcing her body out of the truck, the younger Earp jumped out and began walking toward the station.
She was sweaty and grumpy when she bumped against a firm chest and stumbled backward. Waverly's first instinct was to push the person out of her way. She mumbled how clumsy officers were while walking toward the coffee room. Starting the coffee apparatus, she tiptoed to grab the coffee beans and heard someone clearing its throat.
"I'm not in the mood, officer." she warned, then her eyes met pretty chocolate eyes, full of tenderness and kindness.
She didn't want kindness in those moments.
"What is bothering you?" questioned the redhead stepping closer. The brunette rolled her eyes before focusing on preparing the dark drink.
"Nothing. I want to be alon.e" stated the younger Earp. Harshly, she pushed the start button of the coffee maker.
"I think…" whispered Nicole. The brunette heard her moving closer.
"I just don't understand, Nicole! I am trying to understand this disastrous world but it's so hard! I needed everyone to stop for a fricking minute so I can figure everything out!" screamed the brunette, and turned to face the redhead.
They were less than a step away. Nicole's molten chocolate eyes, full of understanding, gentleness, and love, staring directly at her. The officer has a hand shoved deep in her pocket. Waverly gulped with difficulty, her eyes closing for a moment. Then she breathed in the sweet vanilla dipped donut aroma of her favorite redhead. Nicole extended a hand closer. Softly, almost tenderly, the succubus fingertips touched her right cheek.
It calmed her mood and silence the demons attempting to agitate her angelic aura.
Her gentleness evaporated Waverly's bad humored and made her blushed.
"You shouldn't be nice to me; I just scream at you." she muttered lowering her gaze.
Then there was a finger under her chin, tilting her face up. Her eyes met sweet and warm chocolate eyes as the redhead's thump caress her cheek. There it was. Nicole's tenderness. Nicole's sweetness. Nicole being the most amazing person Waverly had ever met. Always teaching the younger Earp that we can't battle anger with more anger, but we can't dissipate it with love and understanding.
"Hey, I'm not going to scream at you neither get mad at you. You have a bad day." whispered the redhead.
Waverly hugged her.
She pressed her face against her chest and sighed deeply.
She felt surrounded by Haught's aroma.
Paradise in Earth.
The redhead didn't answer the hug instantaneously, but when she reacted, her long arms cocooned Waverly's petite frame as a kiss landed on the brunette's head. The shorter woman felt protected. Waverly's heartbeat became harder and quicker inside her chest cavity, threatening her with jumping into the succubus hands.
"I got you, little angel…" whispered Nicole, and Waverly tensed.
Did she know Waverly is half-angel?
The brunette shakes her head almost imperceptibly while pushing the thought out of her mind. There was no way for Haught to discover her secret. The BBD band was too careful. They would never let escape such detail in front of the officer. The brunette had planned to tell her, but it would be later, when they had their relationship clearer.
Waverly was distractedly wiping the beer dispenser while waiting for the coffee to be ready when the stupid stuff threw a wooly of beer against her shirt. People said history repeats itself. The younger Earp hate that saying. The brunette groaned, shoving the valve closed and feeling the sticky liquid sliding down her chest.
"I didn't know shorty's had wet t-shirt competitions…" amusedly commented a cocky voice. Waverly recognized her immediately. At fast as water, flashbacks of the first time she met the officer stumbled through her mind. The memories warmed her heart. She knew the redhead will be important to her when their eyes had collided that day. That morning, the younger Earp world had wobbled.
"That line is getting old." stated the brunette while throwing the wet cloth in her hand against the table.
"It will never get old." chuckled the officer.
Waverly noticed her posture. The redhead had both hands on her belt. Her pretty smile was embellishing her features. Her short red hair had lost her normal curves and was flatly landing over her shoulders. The brunette wished to slide her hands through it, fist the soft locks and pull.
"Now you're supposed to get stuck on your t-shirt so I can help you out of it." joked the redhead while moving closer. At the sight of the swinging of hips, the brunette licked her lips.
Oh, holy spirit!
Waverly wondered if she had been possessed by an 'always horny' creature. The way she is always ready to fuck Nicole Haught cannot be her normal state. It was a little frustrating. She would picture them doing it at all hours, in every situation. The succubus aura calling her didn't help either. The brunette breathed in, trying to focus. After a few seconds, she decided to give in.
We only have one life.
"Oh, but this time I'm not getting stuck." answered the barmaid with a mischievous smile. Hopefully, she looks sexy.
The brunette shed off the shirt, letting it land over the counter. The officer's chocolate eyes dilated, and her cocky smile disappeared. At the sight of her, Waverly felt a rush of desire run through her body. Those eyes sliding over her skin turned her on. She was challenging the succubus with her eyes, although she didn't know what response she will elicit from the redhead.
"Mmm. Ma'am…I really enjoyed getting you out of that shirt. How dare you to change the events?" queried the succubus while stepping closer. Waverly's heart agitated, and her breathing became heavy as Nicole circled the counter, stopping in front of her.
The brunette moved backward until she bumped against the counter's edge. Nicole's eyes stared directly into hers, and Waves felt her knees weakening. Strong and long arms extended on both sides of her body. She was totally trapped by the officer. The temperature was too hot. Waverly felt even warmer when the redhead bent toward her.
The fire in those chocolate eyes caused shivers to descend her spinal cord.
She opened her mouth to said something, anything. At the same moment, Nicole decided to move a hand to her cheek, and the brunette forgot how to speak. The redhead's chocolate eyes darken, and wetness gathered in Waverly's underwear. Nicole's palm cupped her jaw, her thump skimming over the barmaid's rosy lips.
Waverly trembled like a leaf and grabbed the elbow of the arm Nicole had left at her side. The redhead grinned while pulling the barmaid's lower lip with her thump. The brunette gulped as the officer's gaze moved down slowly. The hand in her jaw also descending to her shoulder, and even lower, to her chest.
"Nicole…" whispered the barmaid. A low gasp escaped her lips as Nicole hand skimmed over her right breast before squeezing it.
"I'm enjoying this version even more…" muttered the succubus, the sinister grin adorning her face made the barmaid even wetter.
A thumb moved over her bra, caressing her hard and noticeable nipple.
"I…"
Nicole's fingers slid under the fabric.
Her hard nipple ended between the succubus' thumb and index finger. The redhead squeezed it merciless.
"Fudge…" mumbled the brunette gripping harder the redhead's elbow.
"Lovely…" whispered Nicole.
Oh, that grin. That dark and sly grin. Waverly pushed her hip forward, meeting thin air, and the succubus grin grew bigger. Again, she pinched the brunette's nipple. Her chocolate eyes were full of cockiness. The brunette's groaned, trying to move her hands to draw Nicole closer, but the succubus used her free hand to limit her.
"I'm gonna fuck you hard, angel. Right now, and here. That's what you want, right? To be consumed by a succubus." whispered the redhead while kissing down her neck: smooth and damp kisses.
"I can smell how bad you want it. Your need is also consuming me." mumbled Nicole before inclining to suck Waverly's right nipple over the bra' fabric. The officer's free hand lowered, cupping the brunette's pussy over her dark pants. Waverly's hands flew to her red hair, pushing the officer stetson out of the way. Finally, she was able to mess that smooth and perfect hair. Eagerly, she rubbed her sex against the warmness of Nicole's tender hand.
Snap
Waverly swung her head at the sound of someone snapping her fingers in front of her. Nicole was staring at her from the other side of the counter. The brunette glanced at her shirt resting over the counter, and then up to the molten chocolate eyes of the officer. Had she really disconnected completely after removing her shirt?
"Are you okay?" questioned the succubus frowning.
Her 'worry wrinkle' had appeared between her eyebrows.
"Yeah! I just…"
Shortys door opened, and Doc Holliday halted at the threshold. He looked at them with wide eyes. Waverly stared back at the cowboy until remembering she was almost topless. Quickly, she covered her bra with her hands. Luckily, Nicole has also stepped between her and the man's eyes.
"I wish to order a cappuccino." explained the man.
"Right, I do it!" commented Waverly feeling her cheeks becoming red.
"You can wait in the patrol, Doc. I got your drink." stated Nicole. The cowboy spun around.
"Hurry, Red." he said before disappearing.
"So…may I have a…" started to say the redhead.
"Caffe Mocha with extra caramel and whip cream? I got your order too, officer Haught." announced Waverly, hurrying toward the coffee machine while grabbing her wet crop-top.
"Waverly…" called Nicole. The shorter turned around to look at her. The redhead chocolate eyes glanced down, and the barmaid followed her gaze.
Just perfect!
"Shouldn't you change to dry clothes? Clearly, you're freezing" commented the officer.
Nicole was too polite to imply that her hard and prominent nipples were anything more than coldness, but the shine in her eyes said everything. Waverly noticed her succubus aura becoming thicker and tempter. Obviously, the redhead was conscious of her aroused state. After all, succubi were highly sexual and sensible beings.
And maybe, Waverly was exhausted of politeness.
"It's not because of the coldness."
The brunette decided to be brazen.
"I know."
Nicole winked at her. A little smile curled her delicious and smooth mouth.
They share grinned, and the barmaid bent to grab her purse.
After meeting Nicole, the brunette always has an extra top, and also, an extra underwear.
The day had been busy. Weirdly, the bar was overcrowded with drunk men. Rosita had shoved out the third idiot of the morning. Distractedly cleaning the table left by a customer, Waverly peered toward her partner, who was approaching while scolding and cursing.
"I swear that man has zero neurons left in that tiny brain." commented the revenant making her way to the bar counter.
"This is the second time we have to deal with him. Gus forced him out yesterday." admitted Waverly walking toward the older. Break time had arrived, and the brunette cannot be happier.
"He's a dick." mumbled Rosita: absently skimming a cloth over the bar's counter.
"We both had experiences with dicks." commented the brunette sitting on a stool and resting her elbows over the wood surface.
"Yeah, your ex-boyfriend was more of a dick than mine." stated Rosita with a knowing smile.
"Yep, I guess no one can bet Champ Hardy." joked the brunette, and her companion laughed.
The sound of her phone interrupted their conversation. Xavier's contact photo flashed on her phone, and she frowned. A little wrinkle formed in the crest between her eyebrows. The brunette lifted a finger to signal her coworker she needs a minute. Stepping away from the counter, Waverly walked outside.
"What happened, Dolls?" queried the brunette after worriedly pressing the receive button. She was expecting the leader to say that Wynonna had being kidnapped or threatened by revenants. Maybe her sister was one second from being sacrifice!
"Calm down. Everything is fine. Officer Haught and Doc are in the hospital…"
"What?"
In the background of Dolls' line, Waverly heard her sister vocalizing the same question that had pop into her mind.
"Wynonna! I had told you five minutes ago. Why you are screaming?" Xavier scolded her sister. The brunette rolled her eyes: Wynonna needs to grow up.
"Are you there, Waverly?" queried the man.
"Right here, waiting…" answered the younger Earp with a heavy sigh.
"Can you asked Rosita for succubi medicine and bring the supplies to Haught?" asked the man. The young brunette imagined Xavier crossing an arm above his chest while seriously looking at her.
"Yeah, I will be there in ten minutes."
The hospital was crowded. Why do people decide to be sick on the same day? Waverly tried to pass between a group of ladies chatting and drinking coffee wondering why cannot they wait in their houses. After some struggle, she coincided with a woman attire in nurse clothes. The ma'am said the injured officers had been treated and were together in room 100. The nurse hasn't finished her words when the brunette was hurrying along the hall searching for the correct room.
Bingo!
The room's door was opened. Doc was dramatically lying over a bed. The man has a hand over her forehead while staring at the ceiling. Nicole was seated in the chair beside him, with her eyes were closed and, her elbows were resting over her knees. Waverly sighed deeply and knocked softly at the door to call their attention.
"Waves!" said Nicole rushing toward her.
The redhead hugged her, and Waverly melted between her arms. The sweet fragrance of the redhead was blended with the smoky aroma of gunpowder. They separated quickly, and the brunette missed the contact immediately.
"Are you okay?" asked Waverly meeting the succubus chocolate eyes.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"I'm also fine…" remarked Doc lifting one of his brows.
"Doc, I'm happy you're okay." said Waverly smiling at the cowboy. She had forgotten that he was there.
"Here, Dolls sent this."
"Thank you." replied the redhead while seizing the bag Earp was extending toward her.
"What happened?" queried the brunette.
"Someone shot us when we were leaving Bobo's trailer." responded Holliday angrily.
"Shot? Then, we're not talking about the hunter." analyzed the brunette while frowning.
"It may be an accomplice. Maybe the hunters know we're behind them." said Nicole sitting one again and fiddling with the bag of medicines.
"Haughtstuff! You're alive!" Wynonna's voice interrupts their conversation. The woman overpassed Waverly and effusively hugged the redhead. The eyes of the younger sister opened wide at the interaction before smiling. Her sister likes her succubus. Waverly's hazel eyes shone with happiness.
"I'm here too…" complained Henry.
"Details." commented her sister while looking at the cowboy.
Wynonna stepped away from Nicole after a few seconds, not before messed the officer's red hair.
"Can you two stop being in trouble? What the hell happened this time?" questioned the older Earp while crossing her arms above her chest and dramatically rolling her eyes.
"We were studying Bobo's trailer as Dolls ordered. Everything was fine, then someone shoot at us and, we ran. The patrol got the worst part" explained Haught.
"The shooter wasn't one of Bobo's puppies. It has to be someone related to our hunter." added Doc.
Wynonna shoved the cowboy's legs aside to create space in the bed. The man grumbled and seated beside the thoughtful chestnut woman.
"So, our hunter has connections." mumbled Wynonna.
"Hunters." corrected Nicole.
"We don't have proves to say is more than one hunter. Maybe the man fancies to shag either pussies or asses." commented the older sister. Waverly rolled her eyes at her sister's words.
"We have proof. Before going to Bobo, the last forensic studies arrived. Some of the victims have blood in their nails, and the blood was from three different people." interrupted the succubus. Waverly felt her heart swell with pride for her girlfriend.
Well, her soon-to-be girlfriend.
"Emm…yeah…I read that part of the analysis." Mumbled Wynonna before standing up and rubbing her nape.