Notes: I didn't really do much editing. Hope you will forgive any errors!
Wynonna sighed as she looked around her office, well Nedley's office technically, but since the Beta was a no-show, it was her office now as far as she was concerned. She wrinkled her nose at the stale smell, but the one window in his office had refused to budge when she'd tried to open it, and she was too tired to fight with it.
The lone ceiling fan wobbled slightly as it slowly spun in the musty air. She was sure she could hear it creaking, and she wondered how long before it simply stopped working or fell to the floor. She should probably get up and fix it, but she really was too tired.
She'd barely slept the night before, her body wracked with tremors and fever. She'd spent so much time rubbing her dick, cumming more than she'd ever done before, that it hurt today, but at least she didn't have a boner. She snorted. No, just an uncomfortable bulge.
She shifted in her chair wincing at the way her jeans chafed. She'd stupidly gone commando today thinking it would somehow help relieve the tender skin. She grit her teeth. God she was an idiot. She shifted again and lifted her feet onto the scarred desk, ignoring the bits of mud that fell to the desk. She'd had to walk through three giant puddles to get across the street. She frowned. It hadn't rained last night. She could only imagine what some stupid rut-ridden alphas had done to turn the dirt street into a mud pit.
Her stomach growled, and she rolled her eyes. She should get up and go to the small grocery store down the street. Her stomach rolled a little at the thought of food, but she was still hungry. She hated this part of rut. She wasn't sure if it happened to other alphas or just her. She'd never bothered to ask. But while her body craved food, her stomach still chose to be extra picky about what went into it. Maybe she should skip the grocery store and just to go the liquor store or Shorty's.
She heaved herself to her feet, stomping her boots a little, smirking at the mud that fell off. Served Nedley right. He could clean up the mess when he got back. She stretched her arms high over her head, groaning as the muscles in her back popped. She strapped Peacemaker around her waist, making sure to strap the holser down to her thigh. She didn't normally wear it like this, but she felt she needed the extra security today. No telling what mess was waiting for her on the streets.
She reached across the desk and scooped up the 1920s maroon bowler hat with the curled edges. She'd spotted it in the window of Gerty's Emporium earlier in the morning, and for the life of her, she didn't understand the sudden need, but she'd strode in demanding it. It had cost her $30, but it was worth it. She settled it carefully on her head, letting her fingers wander over the curled brim, and up over to press lightly against the navy blue ribbon. It was a little faded, but it gave the hat character. She smirked and strode out the door, heading to the grocery.
"Harder. Harder, Nic!"
Nicole groaned as she pumped harder into Waverly. She could barely think, her mind too cloudy with the pheromones building in the room, and she could barely feel anything except the pressure building in her cock again. She had lost track of how many times she'd cum, how many times Waverly had cum, but they'd been fucking since the early morning hours, and she was sure it must be closing in on lunch time.
She grunted when she felt Waverly's heels dig into the small of her back, as her omega lifted her hips, trying to force Nicole into a deeper angle. She loosened her fisted grip on the sheets beside Waverly's head, and slowed her hips, much to Waverly's dismay.
"It's ok," she cooed as she pressed her lips against Waverly's wet temple. "I just need to change the angle." She carefully sat back on her heels, groaning as she pulled out of Waverly, already missing her tight warmth, but smirking at the obscene slurping noise as Waverly's body reluctantly loosened its hold on her.
She shifted down, ignoring Waverly's whimpering and hands grabbing at her arms. She leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed a few of the pillows. "Sit up further against the headboard." She pulled Waverly down towards her so she could place the pillows against the headboard, and then encouraged her to slide back up against the headboard until she was in a half-reclined position.
"Comfortable?"
"No. I would be more comfortable if you were fucking me, Nic," whined Waverly as she reached out and pinched Nicole's nipple, earning her a warning growl.
"I'm serious, baby, are the pillows enough support?" She leaned down pressing her mouth against Nicole's pulse, sucking hard on it, while the omega whimpered and squirmed against the pillows.
"Answer me. I need to know." She pressed her lips along her jawline, occasionally licking and sucking, enjoying the wet salt of her skin. She licked the outside rim of Waverly's ear, humming as she sucked the lobe of her ear into her mouth, before releasing it.
"Because I'm going to fuck you into this headboard until you scream, and I need to know that the pillows will protect you."
Waverly groaned and nodded frantically, grabbing at Nicole, her fingers slipping along her ribs, unable to find purchase in the wet of her skin. "Yes, yes!" She managed to wrap her hands around Nicole's neck, forcing the woman's mouth against her own. She groaned greedily as her tongue pressed hard into Nicole's mouth, drinking all of her in, sliding her tongue along Nicole's teeth.
Nicole felt herself fall into the kiss, her arm shaking with the effort to hold her weight off of Waverly, as she pressed her other hand between them, her fingers searching for Waverly's slippery bud. It was hard against her fingers, and she smeared Waverly's slick across it, letting her fingers slip and slide around it, until she pressed her thumb hard against it, grinding down.
She was rewarding with a strangled moan and Waverly's mouth and teeth digging into her shoulder. She pulled her hand out from between their bodies, and pressed it against the inside of Waverly's thigh, while she scooched up on her knees. Nicole pressed against her thigh, causing her legs to open wider. She grabbed her cock, gritting her teeth against the shudder that rippled up her muscles at the pressure of her hand against her own hot flesh.
Waverly whimpered, letting her legs fall open as wide as they would go, her heels tucked up close to her bottom. It was a slightly awkward position, and it would have hurt if Nicole hadn't put the pile of pillows behind her. She would thank Nicole for it later, but right now, she wanted nothing more than to feel Nicole inside of her, pounding and pulsing, giving all of herself to Waverly.
Waverly almost cried in relief when she felt the blunt head against her opening, and she took a deep breath steeling herself for the slow push that was sure to come. Nicole had the bad habit of always going slowly even when Waverly wanted her to go quickly. So she was unprepared for the sudden surge of Nicole's hips and her cock suddenly ramming into her body.
The force tore a groan from her chest, and she instinctively curled her fingers, nails digging into Nicole's shoulders. She was sure she had broken skin, but she couldn't concentrate enough to hold onto the thought as Nicole pulled almost all the way out only to pump harder into her again. Her belly trembled slightly with the force of Nicole's pounding, and the rough sting from the force soon gave way to harsh heat that kept building inside of her, and spreading up through her muscles and joints to flush across her skin.
She could feel the sweat dripping down her temples and belly, and she could barely hold on to Nicole. She could barely breathe from where her face was smushed against Nicole's chest. She managed to turn her head so her cheek rested against Nicole's chest, and she could hear the erratic galloping of her heart.
She was vaguely aware that Nicole had managed to leverage her body harder and longer against her than before, and she could hear the rhythmic banging of the headboard against the wall from Nicole's tight grip on it as she used it to leverage her hips pounding into Waverly. There was sure to be holes tomorrow. But she didn't care. Nothing mattered but the blistering heat building and shaking all of her muscles, the delicious hot friction of Nicole's cock pumping in and out.
She never wanted it to end, but her body couldn't take much more, and her muscles shook with fatigue. She needed to cum, but the orgasm was just out of reach, a shadow on the verge of collapsing. She spread her legs wider, groaning at the pain in her tendons, but the new position allowed her to grab Nicole's ass and squeeze, encouraging her to go harder and faster.
"Come on, baby. Please. Just a-a...lit-little more," she choked out as she felt the pain in her belly start to unravel into something unbearable that she didn't know how to describe. She lifted her face and angled her head down, pulling up on Nicole's ass, making her slide her body just a little higher until she could wrap her lips around Nicole's nipple. She could feel the Alpha straining against her, could barely hear the mumbled words tumbling from Nicole's mouth, but she knew the Alpha was close. She just needed a little push.
She sucked hard on Nicole's nipple, tugging on it with her lips, before biting down and then squeezing as hard a she could around Nicole's cock. She was rewarded with a strangled cry from Nicole, and the stuttering of her hips, and she released Nicole's nipple and let her head fall back on the pillows with a groan as she felt the first waves of her orgasm crash across her body. She whimpered and groaned, moving her hips against the pillows, squeezing Nicole's ass, while the alpha groaned and stuttered, bracing herself against the headboard.
She could feel Nicole cumming inside of her, and she whimpered as she flexed and bore down hard on Nicole's cock, coaxing all of her cum out of her, encouraging her to keep pumping so she could empty herself into Waverly's womb. Her omega was ready for pups, wanted them more than she thought she ever would. She'd been shocked at how disappointed she'd been when she'd discovered weeks ago that she wasn't pregnant after all, and now...and now she wanted pups. Nicole's pups. Their pups.
She lifted her head, pressed her lips weakly against Nicole's chin, while the alpha rocked her hips into her, her eyes squeezed shut, her muscles trembling as she rode out her own orgasm. Nicole leaned down, wrapping her lips around Nicole's nipple again, laving it with her tongue, before sucking on it. Each time she sucked, she squeezed Nicole's cock, milking every last drop out of her.
It was long moments before she finally felt the orgams taper off, drift away until nothing was left but the sticky weight of Nicole resting against her. She pushed her hands into Nicole's hair, gently tugging until Nicole lifted her face.
Waverly smiled at Nicole's red face, cloudy eyes, and dazed smile. "Hi," she whispered.
"Hi."
She laughed when Nicole let her head fall limply back to the pillows, her lips against Waverly's temple.
"What's wrong, Alpha?"
Nicole huffed and muttered under her breath, not wanting to admit that she was exhausted.
"You wrung every drop out of me," she groaned as she shifted slightly on her knees. She could feel herself starting to soften, but she wasn't quite ready to leave the warmth of Waverly's body. She hadn't knotted her. Not yet. For some reason, despite how often they'd fucked, her knot was having trouble growing to a proper size. She was too embarrassed to mention it to Waverly, but she knew the omega had noticed. Her knot rested against Waverly's entrance, and while small enough to squeeze it in, not big enough really to stop any of their combined cum from leaking out.
She was bearing most of the weight on her knees, and it was getting uncomfortable though. She sighed and whimpered a little, relieved when Waverly's hands found their way into her hair again, tenderly rubbing her scalp.
"It's ok, my alpha." She kissed Nicole's cheeks, wrapping her arms tightly around her. "Do you think we can scootch down a little?"
Nicole grunted and nodded, "Yeah. Let me just pull out."
"No! I mean...no, not yet."
Nicole grinned and pressed her lips to Waverly's, humming at the sweet taste. "Ok, I'm going to wrap my arms around your waist and sort of...um...hump us down?"
Waverly laughed and nodded. It was awkward but between the two of them, they managed to scootch down enough that they were mostly flat on the bed. They ignored the wet spot on the bed, since technically a sizeable portion of the bed was wet.
"Stay. I'm not ready for you to leave." Waverly shifted her hips, smiling at the way Nicole moaned a little. She yawned, fatigue settling into her bones. Her heat was momentarily appeased, which was surprising since Nicole hadn't knotted her. She wrinkled her brow, as she tried to think about what could have happened to make her heat come so early, and for it to be so….weird. But she couldn't hold onto the thought long enough, before sleep settled in.
Nicole's gentle breathing lulled her to sleep. She would worry about the rest later.
Wynonna sighed and wrinkled her nose as she walked almost aimlessly down the aisles of the grocery store. There weren't many, only six, but it was mostly enough for the small town, plus they had the general store that sold groceries. The shelves were mostly empty, only a few random condiments, a few cabbages that had fallen out of the produce bin, and were now rolling along the floor.
She picked up a lone peach from the basket in the small produce section and rolled her eyes at the bruise. It would do for now. She took a bite, moaning a little as the juice filled her mouth, slightly sour, just the way she liked it. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, before snagging a can of sardines. Yuck. But she was running out of options. She stuffed them in her pocket, starting to regret putting out the small broadcast warning for people to stock up on food and water and then return to their homes and fuck it out with their significant others.
She'd been surprised that the broadcast had mostly worked. Most of the people were off the streets, but not before they'd looted some of the smaller shops. She shook her head and walked over to the one cash register still open, a bored looking beta sitting on a stool, her face stuck in last month's People magazine.
She plunked her half-eaten peach, can of sardines, and carton of eggnog onto the conveyor belt. It expired today, but it would do. She grabbed the last three packs of gum in the candy aisle and tossed them onto the counter also.
"Looks like the store got hit pretty hard." She rolled her eyes when the beta simply shrugged and slowly set her magazine aside.
"You have any other food besides this crap?"
The beta shrugged again, popping the gum in her mouth, before sighing heavily when Wynonna simply glared at her.
"Yeah...maybe. I don't know. There might be something still left in the freezer aisle."
"So sorry to put you out. You can get back to your magazine for now," muttered Wynonna as she turned and picked her way down to the freezer aisle, cursing under her breath about betas and them not being affected by heats and rut.
"Like whatever."
She cursed again at the sarcastic beta and rounded the last aisle only to be greeted by an aisle of water, no doubt from the freezer doors being wide open and then condensation dripping down and making puddles.
"Christ," she muttered under her breath as she carefully picked her way around the giant puddles of water. She bent down and fished a couple of frozen burritos out of one puddle, her face scrunching as she tore the package open, only to watch despondently as the mess inside oozed out.
"Yeah, no," she huffed as she tossed them back to the floor. Let the Beta deal with the mess.
And speaking of a mess, Wynonna came to a stop at the last freezer. She smirked at the sight in front of her. The woman was normally dressed to perfection with her lipstick and pink heels and fur coats, but today Clootie looked decidedly...messy. She snorted and leaned against the freezer door enjoying the sight of a clearly disheveled Clootie leaning precariously into the freezer, door wide open, both her heels scattered on the floor, fur coat hanging off her shoulders, hair coming out of its neat bun, mascara running.
"And what the fuck happened to you?" Snorted Wynonna as she tried not to laugh at the sight of the woman who was obviously feeling the affects of a heat, if the sweat dripping down her face was any indication despite the cooling effects of the freezer.
Clootie said nothing, all the while cursing internally. She had forgotten. She'd been so stupid. It had literally been over a century since she'd experienced a heat, thanks to her magic. And she had quiet stupidly forgotten she was an Omega, and apparently not exempt from her own curse.
Goddess...Bobo is going to love this if he ever finds out. Fuck. Unless…
She gripped the doors of the freezer and pulled herself upright, smoothing her hands down her wrinkled dress, pulling the fur up around her shoulders. She knew was a mess, but that couldn't be helped. The pain in her stomach was getting worse by the minute, and she could feel the slick building and knew it would be dripping down her legs in a few minutes. The presence of the Earp Alpha couldn't be denied, and as disgusting as the thought was of Wynonna, the thought of having her cock deep inside of her, Wynonna's teeth on her breast was almost more than she could bare.
She winced and bent over as another cramp hit her, and she breathed through her nose through the pain, realizing her mistake almost immediately. The beguiling scent of Alpha was filling the narrow space between them, and she could feel the slick start to drip now. She cursed again, Wynonna was the last person she would have chosen as a lover, but beggars couldn't be choosers.
She panted through her mouth, attempting to gain some control, but that was an even bigger mistake as the Alpha's scent flooded her mouth. Sharp like gunpowder and smooth like whiskey with a hint of something soft and warm, almost tentative and floral. It took her a moment as she scraped her teeth across her tongue, dragging Wynonna's scent deeper into herself. Jasmine. Jasmine blooming at night. She grit her teeth.
Jasmine didn't grow in this part of the world, but her grandmother used to tell her stories of the Jasmine that bloomed at night in the sugar plantations in the tropics. It has been her grandmother who had given her the middle name Jasmine, saying she was as delicate and beautiful as the Jasmine plant, but hardy enough to withstand the pluckings of a world ruled by men.
And she was ready to be plucked by the Earp heir.
She gathered the last shreds of her dignity and straightened again, turning slowly to greet the heir.
"Look at what the cat dragged in," she snarled.
Wynonna laughed, "Didn't realize you were strong enough to drag me in."
Clootie bared her teeth, her eyes burning and watering. Wynonna danced in front of her, and she shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the encroaching fog.
Wynonna flicked her tongue out slightly, rubbing it across her lips, tasting the air around her. Expensive perfume, probably French. But underneath it….fresh snow, spearmint, sandalwood, and a hint of salt. It was seductive, and she opened her mouth breathing deeply, rumbling spilling from her chest as the taste hit her tongue.
Clootie felt her knees buckle, and she grabbed at the side of the freezer, the rumbles spilling between the spaces around her, and she felt the answering call build in her own chest, but she bit it back, determined not to signal her interest. Why did she smell so damn good though? She'd smelled a thousand alphas before, but none had the same smoky virility laced with jasmine at night. It called to her, beckoned her, she could feel it tugging her very bones.
She stiffened her spine and swallowed hard, tossing her head back a little, "It appears I might have use of your…" she looked down at the tent in Wynonna's jeans and felt her mouth go dry… "services."
Wynonna bared her teeth, her hands on her hips, digging in so she didn't do something stupid like reach for the Omega. "You wish." It was a lame comeback, and she knew it, but her brain wasn't interested in repartee but only in moving closer to the Omega.
"Goddess...you are a cur," snarled Clootie as she took a step towards Wynonna, having no intention of actually resisting, but not wanting the Alpha to know how much she wanted her. Because as much as she didn't want to admit it, there had always been something about the Earp heir. She had always found her interesting, smart, and too sharp for her own good. She was one of the few interesting people in this dump of a town. But they were mortal enemies, even if Wynonna didn't realize it.
"Takes a bitch to know a cur," laughed Wynonna, before she choked and gasped, having inhaled too much of Clootie's scent.
"What happened, Clootie, couldn't find an Alpha who wanted to fuck you?" Wynonna stepped closer to her, her ears buzzing, sweat breaking out across her skin.
"What can I say," she wiped the sweat off her brow, pushing her hair behind her ear. "All the good, virile alphas went home early. I have to scrape the bottom of the barrel," she waved her hand at Wynonna, smiling when the punch landed.
"This Alpha doesn't want to fuck you either. We prefer to fuck living flesh, not dead bitches."
Clootie laughed and stepped forward, her palm cupping and squeezing the bulge in Wynonna's pants. "Oh please, you can't fool me, Earp." She squeezed hard, laughing at Wynonna's strangled cry. She squeezed harder, her eyes glowing with glee as Wynonna fell to her knees. She released her.
"Good girl, that is where the Earp heir belongs. At my feet like the dog she is."
Wynonna choked and bent over, breathing through her pain before looking up at Clootie. She reached up quickly, her hands finding the back of Clootie's thighs, and she jerked her forward, toppling the woman onto her back. She quickly straddled her, hands around her wrists holding her down.
Clootie just glared at her, jaw tilted sharply.
"You gonna break your damn neck if you keep trying to look down your nose at me while I'm above you," laughed Wynonna. She leaned down and pressed her face into the hot crook of Clootie's neck, inhaling deeply. She shivered and sighed, sagging a little as the spearmint and sandalwood flooded her senses, shuddering down her spine.
She loosened her grasp on Clootie's wrists and sat back looking down at her. "As good as you look underneath me, I've never forced anyone." She rolled off of Clootie and lay there on the floor next to her, ignoring the cold water seeping into her clothes.
Clootie shivered, despite the heat pouring through her muscles. "Oh fuck you, Wynonna. Shut your stupid face and fuck me!"
Wynonna rolled over and stared down at Clootie, panting lightly, her cock straining against her jeans. "Ask nicely," she managed to say between gasps.
"I hate you. Now, please fuck me."
"Good enough," muttered Wynonna, as she sat up, fingers scraping against the button of her jeans. It took a moment and a few curses, and a few pointed remarks from Clootie before she could get her pants undone and pushed down to her knees along with her underwear.
She gasped in shock as the cold hit her hard cock, and it wavered and danced slightly, before settling. She grabbed and it gave it a smooth jerk, shuddering at the heat zinging up her spine.
"Jeezus, will you fucking hurry!" Clootie had managed to pull her underwear off, and hike up her dress, spreading her legs, slick gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. "Just get over here!"
Wynonna had have a mind to make her beg for it, but one look at the smooth skin of her thighs, the unfurled pink of her sex had her deciding to be forgiving. It took her a moment to situate herself between Clootie's spread legs, as she couldn't spread her own very well or even maneuver, her pants caught around her ankles.
She was dripping pre-cum, and she smoothed it over the head of her cock, shivering and whimpering at the feel. She barely managed to bite back the groan burning on her tongue. She lined herself up, dragging the tip of her cock through Clootie's wetness. She squeezed the base, gritting her teeth, jerking her hips slightly, trying to find Clootie's entrance.
She did groan when the head of her cock caught, and she pumped her hips forward, the head sinking inside of Clootie. "F-fuck," she muttered, leveraging herself more firmly onto the palms of her hands, lifting up her upper body so she could stare down at Clootie.
She smirked at the way the omega's mouth had fallen open, her eyes wide. "Like it?"
Clootie glared at her, licking her lips "Not enough there to form an opinion," she bit back, trying to wrap her quickly fraying dignity around her.
Wynonna smirked again and jogged her hips forward, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head at the feel of her cock slowly sinking into Clootie's hot, tight sex. She licked her dry lips trying to form the words needed to show that she wasn't as entirely wrapped up in Clootie as she was, that she was still in control, but she could feel herself succumbing to the omega's heat.
She decided that giving in was the better part of valor, and she sheathed herself fully inside Clootie, pulling out all the way only to press back inside in long deliberate strokes. She timed each stroke as best as she could, trying to ignore Clootie's teeth on her neck. She wanted Clootie to feel her full weight slamming into her, wanted her fuck her through the cold, tile floor. She smirked at the way Clootie groaned, at the way her legs came up to wrap around Wynonna's waist, at the way her heels dug into the small of her back.
She snorted, "Fuck...you like that?" She punctuated each word with a hard thrust, gritting her teeth at the throbbing in her cock. She couldn't afford to spend too quickly, Clootie would never let her hear the end of it. Her Alpha pride had already withered under Clootie's scathing words from earlier, under the hard hand that had wrapped around her sensitive cock. She wanted Clootie to feel every throbbing inch of her.
"Do you want more, Clootie?" She rolled her hips, her cock twitching deep inside of Clootie, scraping against her cervix. She biting back the groan that threatened to break free as the witch's muscles suddenly clenched hard around her cock. She drew in a shaky breath, and started to pull out when Clootie raised her hips up, chasing after Wynonna's cock. She squeezed her legs tightly, effectively locking Wynonna in place.
"Harder," Clootie croaked out, "give me everything. If you're capable," she mocked, her voice quivering, her bravado quickly failing under Wynonna's weight, under the press of her teeth against her neck.
Wynonna snarled, words failing her. She jerked her hips, pumping in and out, her cock aching with each thrust. She buried her face in Clootie's neck, one hand wrapped around her wrist and pressing it into the floor; her other hand intertwined with Clootie's and pressed above her head. She ignored the fact that it was something lovers did, not two people who hated each other, fucking on a cold, wet floor.
Wynonna groaned and leveraged her weight off of Clootie, her hands tightening around Clootie's. She could feel the sweat rolling down her belly, as she fucked the omega harder and faster. Her cock pulsed and throbbed, and she could feel the pressure pounding her length. Everything was so hot, and she was sure that her ribs were nothing more than burned out matchsticks; and when Clootie squeezed down hard on her cock, Wynonna's breath stuttered in her chest, and she felt like choking .
She pressed down, slamming her cock as deeply as she could inside of the omega's wet heat. She let go of her wrist, wriggling her hand between them, fumbling for her clit, and she pressed two fingers against the plump bud, grinding gently. All it took was two more rolls of her hips, and Clootie was cumming hard, her head slamming back into the floor.
Clootie cursed and groaned, stars erupting behind her eyes. She wasn't sure if it was from slamming her head to the floor or the scorching heat that exploded at the base of her spine and burned it's way up her spine. She whimpered and tried to roll her hips, but couldn't do anything other than hold on as Wynonna grunted and breathed harshly in her ear.
She felt her body shake, her bones feeling as if they were crumbling into dust. She could feel the scream itching at the back of her throat, but she refused to give Wynonna the pleasure of hearing it. The Alpha would never let her hear the end of it. She whimpered and turned her head, seeing the slim wrist near her face. Their fingers were intertwined, and she chose to not think about it. She sank her teeth deep into Wynonna's wrist, her mouth filling with warm, almost sweet copper. It was enough.
Wynonna let out a strangled scream when she felt Clootie sink her teeth into her wrist, and it triggered her knot. She grit her teeth and ground her hips hard against Clootie, pushing and grunting until she felt Clootie open. She gave one last sharp thrust, relief rushing into her hot chest when she felt Clootie's muscles snap down around her knot. She grunted, the pressure pounding down her length, and she groaned as she felt Clootie cum around her cock. She slumped forward, jogging her hips, and she felt herself explode inside of Clootie, as she shot thick strands deep inside of her. Her vision wavered, and she squeezed her eyes shut, forgetting to breathe for a moment as white heat shot up her spine and disintegrated at the base of her skull. She whimpered as Clootie milked her length of all of her cum, and when she was finally done, she slumped forward, sweaty cheek pressed against Clootie's.
Neither said anything for long moments, the only noise the wheezing hum of the freezers, and their ragged breath filling the space around them.
"F-fuck," muttered Wynonna as she slowly released Clootie's hand. She wrinkled her nose at the sight of the cursting blood on her wrist. She didn't even want to think about how she was going to explain that. Waverly was bound to notice. She noticed everything.
"...you," groaned Clootie, as she tried to adjust under Wynonna's heavy weight. "You're too heavy," she snarled as she closed her eyes, too tired to try and make Wynonna roll off her.
"D-did you just…" Wynonna blew out a sharp breath, trying to get the wet strands of hair out of her eyes, "...call me fat?"
"I'm not fat," she huffed in irritation, her mind flashing back to the other morning when she'd stood naked in front of the mirror, glaring at the small paunch of her belly. She really needed to drink less beer and eat fewer chips.
Clootie rolled her eyes and grunted. She wriggled her hips slightly, her eyes rolling in the back of her head at the feel of Wynonna's cock throbbing again. It was hot and hard inside of her, and she clenched her muscles, bearing down slightly, smirking at the way Wynonna choked, her breath catching harshly in her chest.
"Something wrong, Alpha?"
"Nope," muttered Wynonna, breathing deeply through her nose, as she rolled her hips, her cock spurting again. She chuckled at the way Clootie shuddered underneath her. "Like it, eh?"
Clootie rolled her eyes, her mind slowly clearing of the fog that had infected it. She winced at the feel of the cold water seeping into her clothes. Wynonna's weight, which had been welcome before, was now heavy and cumbersome.
"Can you roll off me?"
Wynonna pushed up on her hands and stared down at Clootie, tempted to ignore her request just because she could, but hesitated, her head cocked a little as she stared down at Clootie. The other woman looked...younger, softer.
She nodded, slipping one arm under the small of Clootie's back. "One...two...three…" she rolled her weight to the side, hissing at the pull on her cock as she attempted to roll Clootie with her.
Clootie's legs slid through the water, and her legs flailed slightly, and she felt Wynonna's arm slip. "Fuck! Fuck, Wyn! Stop! You're doing it wrong!" she shrieked, hands clawing at Wynonna's back. She could feel the pressure of Wynonna's knot pulling, and the sting of pain ricocheted through her muscles.
"Stop wiggling! I'm trying to roll!" yelled Wynonna as she slipped in the water, finally flopping over on her back, wheezing like a dying goldfish.
Clootie flopped on top of her, her face smushed into Wynonna's breasts. Normally she could appreciate a woman's breasts, but she was cold and wet, and the Earp heir was anything but graceful.
"My god, you're like a fucking mule!" she snapped as she pulled her face from Wynonna's breasts, one hand pushing the hair out of her face. Her hair hung around her shoulders, her bun now non-existent. She pushed herself up, so she was straddling Wynonna. The other woman's shirt had come unbuttoned, more specifically ripped. She was sure if she looked, she would find the buttons somewhere on the floor, floating in the small pools of water. She pressed her hands down on Wynonna's belly, her fingers digging into the slight curve of her belly. It felt warm and good against her bare palms.
Wynonna bit back the retort on the tip of her tongue, her mind blanking at the sight of the omega, hair around her shoulders, the dim lights flickering overhead creating an almost halo effect.
"A mule…" she murmured under her breath. Her hands gently grasping the omega's hips. She smiled.
"Stop smiling," muttered Clootie as she looked away, her breath stuttering in her chest, her skin warming under Wynonna's gaze.
Wynonna slid her hand around the back of her neck, steadily pulling her down towards her. The omega resisted slightly, but Wynonna could see that it was more for show. Her eyes were bright and warm.
She stopped tugging the omega to her when their lips were only inches apart, and she waited. She held still, her breath softly buffeting the omega's lips.
Clootie's eyes widened when she realized that Wynonna was waiting for her. She'd been alive for more years than she cared to think about, had taken enough lovers to sate her needs, but she couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this nervous warmth swirl in her belly. She opened her lips instinctively, inhaling Wynonna's breath. She could almost taste Wynonna on her tongue, and she decided tasting from the source was worth the alien warmth in her belly, and the erratic heartbeat that had nothing to do with their previous activities.
She skimmed her lips against Wynonna's, her tongue gently brushing against Wynonna's lips. She was unaware that she hummed, that her eyes fluttered shut. And she pressed her lips firmly against Wynonna's, slipping her tongue between Wynonna's parted lips. And she smiled in victory when the other woman moaned and opened her mouth for her, clearly giving up all control to the omega.
She was tempted to roll her hips, to feel Wynonna deep inside of her again, but she didn't want to distract the alpha, not ready to admit that she really didn't want to distract herself from the taste of Wynonna on her tongue.
Wynonna's mouth was hot and wet and tasted vaguely of whiskey, and Clootie pressed her tongue deeper inside, tangling her tongue with Wynonna's. She sucked on Wynonna's tongue, dragging it deeper into her mouth, letting her teeth scrape on along the sides of the muscle. It felt filthy, even obscene, and she wanted more.
She lost track of how long they kissed, their mouths slotted perfectly together, Wynonna letting her lead the dance. And when they finally parted, it only felt natural to let her head rest on Wynonna's chest, her ear pressed tight so she could hear the reassuring thump thump of her heart.
She ignored the bubbling in belly, the worry nipping at her, at why it felt both so right to simply rest against Wynonna.
Wynonna lay on the floor, dim lights flickering erratically, her heart pounding in her ears. She was cold, the water soaking her clothes. She was soft now, having mostly slipped out of the omega's tight heat. She raised her hands to roll the omega off of her, but hesitated, finally letting her arms drop rigidly back to her sides.
"Fuck," she whispered.
Notes: Thoughts?