No, she won't put Waverly through that

“No, no,” Nicole said. She still managed to be comforting despite the flush in her cheeks. “You don’t have to- I’ll find a way.”

“What way?” Waverly said.

“I’ll think of one,” Nicole said. “You don’t have to go out with- like that, I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Ok,” Waverly said. A little reluctantly she lowered her arms, top still in them.

She paused for a moment, still wanting to help Nicole. Despite the fact she kept losing control, it still felt kinda like her fault, and Nicole didn’t deserve…

“Guess we don’t need it then,” Waverly said idly.

In a matter of seconds she was at the door to Nicole’s room, opening it a crack, to throw her top a good distance outside. She didn’t even hesitated at flashing her bra to the station.

Then she closed it, turned back around to see Nicole’s horrified expression, and took a good second before squeaking.

“Why did I do that?!” Waverly whispered, panicked.

“Why would I know?” Nicole said, just as disturbed.

She crossed her own arms over her mildly fancy bra, despite the fact she was just with Waverly. She’d discarded her ruined top, hanging it over the desk. It might be a suitable lest resort, but otherwise…

“You really don’t control it?” Nicole said.

“Why would I do this?” Waverly said, voice still low. She gestured madly between the two of them. “We’re stuck in our…”

She was almost as red as Nicole by that point.

Without realising it, Waverly’s hands reached back, moving towards the clasp on her bra; Nicole quickly grabbed her wrists again.

“Babe,” Nicole said.

“Ah!” Waverly said. She flushed deeper. “Thanks.”

“We should get a bit of help with that,” Nicole said.

“Do you want to invite someone in?” Waverly said.

“Good point,” Nicole amended.

There was a pause. Waverly found her gaze drifting, taking in the sight of her shirtless girlfriend; she remembered how Nicole looked under her bra. It was a… distracting memory, all that pale cleavage on display.

Any other setting and she’d have enjoyed being here, but not now, not trapped in a room in the police station without shirts.

Slowly, Nicole let go of her wrists; Waverly gratefully took them back, lowering her hands-

Then reaching out, grabbing the cups of Nicole’s bra, and yanking them down. Nicole jumped back in shock, and in doing so added just enough **** to snap the straps.

“Waverly!” Nicole yelped, louder.

She flushed deeper as her ruined bra fell to the floor, her pale tits and small, red, hardened nipples on display. (Well she couldn’t be blamed for her arousal; she was only human and she was rather close to her shirtless girlfriend).

“Oh god, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Waverly said. She backed away, afraid of what she’d do next; then as her back hit the wall, she hurried back into the room.

She didn’t want a momentary impulse to open the door. She didn’t even want to think about how many cops were outside.

That time, Nicole did cross her arms over her chest, a feeble hand-bra.

“I swear Waves, if this is some-”

“I wouldn’t!” Waverly protested. “I- I can give you my-”

“I think it’s best if none of us take anything else off,” Nicole said.

Waverly blushed.

“Probably,” Waverly said.

Suddenly, something made Nicole bite her lip, going a brighter red. Waverly panicked, glancing back; no, thankfully the door was still closed, the blinds still down.

“What is it?” Waverly said, voice still low.

“Do you think they heard me?” Nicole said. She whispered too. “I yelled your name, you through your shirt out- you know what they think we’re doing in here, right?”

“Oh god,” Waverly’s eyes went wide. “I- At least that means they won’t interrupt, right?”

“These guys? Are you kidding?” Nicole said. “Best case they’re going to want a peek even more, worst case they want to catch me being unprofessional.”

Nervous, Waverly glanced towards the door. She lifted her arms over her chest, and X-shape meant more to serve to cover her lack of a top, rather than Nicole’s focus on hiding just her tits.