Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me, they are all Syfy's, just thought I would have a bit of fun.
Author's Note: Sorry to any American grammatical snobs out there, I am half English and a fan of the Oxford comma, it adds a pregnant pause, amongst other things, which is kinda sexy, IMHO g.
Can't Go to Hell…
archaeobard
Chapter 3
Any sense of awkwardness between them had fallen away, and Nicole was encouraged by the natural sensuality Waverly exuded. Nicole had to acknowledge the soul searching that must have occurred for her to be so forward with her now. "I think," she said, taking one of Waverly's hands, "this was about here," she placed it on her shoulder, "and this was here," she placed the other hand against her side, "and these," she pulled Waverly down towards her, a hair's breadth from her lips, "were here." Nicole eased her neck upward ever so slightly to complete a kiss that simmered in the fire light between them. She hoped Waverly could sense the intense emotion that burned within her, and not simply her arousal.
Their bodies moved, seeking out that which desire urged. Nicole raised her knee, and with the opposite hand behind Waverly's shoulders, thrust upwards, deftly rolling her, reversing their positions. Waverly fell backwards, her body cradled by Nicole's arm, an involuntary gasp escaped her and her eyes flared. A smile played at the corners of Nicole's mouth as she held herself above Waverly.
"Got me where you want me?" Waverly asked.
"Maybe," Nicole said, lowering herself.
Waverly turned her head for the warm lips that nipped at the skin of her neck and up to the sensitive spot behind her ear. The touch of Nicole's tongue sent a thrum of desire through her, and her body responded. She found her arms reaching upward, pulling Nicole into a deep kiss where her own tongue coaxed a moan from both their throats.
"Shirt," Waverly said, eventually breaking the kiss. Her hands roamed, travelling the contours of Nicole's body before finding their way to her waist, where they tugged the dark blue uniform shirt free of Nicole's pants. She slid her hands gently up under the fabric to trail over the skin of her back, raising gooseflesh. Nicole shifted, allowing Waverly's hands to curve around her hip. Resting on her side, both women struggled with buttons that seemed too small.
"Who designed this thing?" Nicole hissed between her teeth as Waverly released the final button and pushed the shirt up over Nicole's shoulder.
"Definitely not easy access," Waverly smiled, dipping her head to kiss at Nicole's exposed skin. "God, you're beautiful."
Nicole blushed in the firelight, taking the compliment as a cue for her own exploration. She pushed Waverly to the floor and slid her hands down the satin night shirt before inching it upwards at the waist. With every advance she drew an array of kisses over each sliver of flesh she laid bare, and felt the languid motion of Waverly's body beneath her, the small movements that rippled of their own accord, and the rise and fall of her breathing. Waverly raised her arms and Nicole drew the shirt over her head, freeing her of the cloying fabric. Waverly lay exposed, night shirt crumpled beside her, the fire's heat on her chest.
"And you think I'm beautiful?" Nicole's voice cracked, and then her mouth and hands were on Waverly's breasts, tasting, touching, teasing, creating undulations of desire that flowed through her until her back arched, and pushed her breasts up into the contact. Waverly's eyes closed, her fingers tangled in Nicole's hair, her breathing became thick with want.
"You need to touch me." Waverly felt Nicole pause, her head rose, and she was denied the contact the craved. Waverly met her eye, the reflection of flames danced back at her, "You really need to touch me."
Nicole's fingers trailed down between her breasts, circled the warm skin once, and moved across her ribs, over the softness of her stomach, and just a fraction under the waistline of her nightwear. Waverly's eyes fluttered closed in anticipation.
"Keep looking at me, Waverly."
Waverley's eyes snapped open, shining with a fierce passion, "Touch me."
Nicole's hand slipped lower, fully beneath the fabric, and Waverly's body responded, her thighs opening, her hips rising to meet Nicole's hand. Her eyes never left Nicole's as she was touched, and stroked, and teased. Her body finally relented with a shuddering release that clutched, and pulsed, and beat with her heart. Then Nicole was holding her, tight in her arms, kissing her while she caught her breath, and her body trembled, the air heady with wood smoke and her own desire.
Nicole smiled, a wickedness in her eye, "So, still want me to go to hell?"
End.