Is two really better than one?

Hiding under a desk

Nicole pulled back, realizing she'd somehow ended up pulling Waverly outside, before trembling at the situation she found herself in. She stared at Waverly as if willing her to tell her that this was just a dream.

Unfortunately it definitely wasn't. They were naked at the police station in front of all of Nicole's co-workers. Nicole started to blush, as Waverly tried to hide herself behind her arms. Nicole adopted the same pose as soon as Waverly did.

"What happened?!" Nicole said breathlessly.

"The thing's in you! you got us out here!" Waverly said.

She didn't know if she made sense, she really wasn't thinking straight. Her cheeks burned and she looked around for something, anything, to cover up with. A fully stocked wardrobe might be too much to ask but she did spot a desk.

Waverly ran over to it. She blushed hotter as she bent over to get underneath it, and panted, catching her breath. A few seconds later and Nicole joined her, her girlfriend hunching over, her shoulder brushing Waverly's, skin against skin. Waverly felt the warmth of her.

"What are we going to do?" the red-faced Nicole said. "We can't just hide under here.

"I don't know, I wasn't thinking much farther ahead than hiding," Waverly said. She shivered, her breast brushing past Nicole's arm.

"There's no way no one's going to come around to look at us," Nicole said. Both of them looked fearfully at the one way to get under the desk. They were close to the wall but they could still hear surprised murmurs. "And I've got that thing in my head that made me do this?"

"Afraid so," Waverly said shakily.