Not in uniform? Waverly could do something about that...

Waverly looked her girlfriend up and down, still glad to be in her presence. She was just happier around Nicole.

She enjoyed it when they could be close. It felt new, like nothing she’d ever really known; while she understood Nicole’s reticence when she was on duty, Waverly wouldn’t deny that she could miss the affection.

“You’re sure?” Waverly said, suddenly launching herself at Nicole.

A kiss on her lips, and her hands went up, resting one on Nicole’s neck. Involuntarily, her fingertips twitched, tugging at the top few buttons.

Nicole was in her uniform; a blue button-up top, emblazoned with the badge of the Purgatory sheriff’s office, her gun holster, and beige pants.

“Waverly!” Nicole said, interrupting. She pushed, then had to take a step back. “Waverly, what the hell-”

“I don’t- I’m sorry!” Waverly said, horrified at herself.

This wasn’t like her, she would never… Oh god, what was happening to her? First she started flashing strangers, then she jumped at Nicole.

She was suddenly distracted by a glimpse of pale flesh.

She was never quite certain of all she did when those moods hit her, when whatever that… thing was took control away from her. It felt natural at the time, and it took a few moments afterwards to re-evaluate and work out just what had really happened.

Now she saw how much of Nicole’s top she’d unbuttoned. It was almost halfway undone, pale skin beneath visible against the dark of her uniform.

Her boobs weren’t huge, but they were nicely perky, rounded. Waverly had always loved them. Now the middle of her bra could be glimpse, black lace and purple cups. Waverly’s eyes went wide.

Wait, had she done that?

“Not when I’m in uniform,” Nicole said urgently, in little more than a whisper. She seemed oblivious as to where the attention of the room full of cops was now focused. “I told you. Waves.”

“Not in uniform?” Waverly said, catching herself by surprise. “I can do something about that.”

What? No, she didn’t say that.

Nicole frowned. She still seemed, well, optimistic, sure that Waverly couldn’t mean what it was she’d implied. Waverly too hoped so, but she wasn’t sure what she was capable of.

It was like someone else was driving her body, some other **** making her say and do things. Bad things.

Suddenly she reached out, grabbed each side of Nicole’s top, and tore; buttons popped, and there was just enough time for Nicole to yelp in shock before the top was tugged partway down her arms, fully exposing her bra to the room.

Waverly moved to grab her girlfriend’s tits, but was just about stopped, Nicole taking hold of her wrists again, meeting Waverly’s eyes in uncomprehending anger.

“Waverly!”

“Oh god!” Waverly squeaked. “I didn’t- that wasn’t- Oh god, I…”

There was a little colour in Nicole’s cheeks now. Despite her more conservative uniform, she wore a rather eyecatching bra, and getting attention was one thing it was certainly good at.

Only Waverly had seen her in so little, of those in the room. Her modest cleavage was on full display, the spot between the cups of her bra only being the tiniest connection.

Nicole looked from side to side, momentarily panicked by how her colleagues were looking at her.

Then she remembered that she had her own office. A door that could be shut, blinds to pull… She remembered more than one heated make-out session with Waverly where it had come in useful.

“Come one,” Nicole said, low.

She pulled Waverly back, and quickly shut the door behind them. She let her shoulders slump as soon as they were hidden from the rest of the station.

“Waverly,” Nicole said again, turning. “What was that?”

Her expression softened when she saw her girlfriend’s face. She seemed genuinely contrite, sympathetic. Not the kind of person who would just… expose her like that.

“Sometimes I… don’t think I’m in control,” Waverly admitted. Her gaze darted down. It was hard to not pay attention to her girlfriend’s tits when they were right there. “It’s… weird stuff. Purgatory weird stuff.”

“Oh,” Nicole said. She paused.

Idly, she tried to pull her top together. Even with the few remaining buttons done up, it barely held together, and there was no question that it was indecent.

Waverly bit her lip. Then, looking at the closed blinds, she quickly pulled her top over her head. She shook her head, pushing her hair back, once it was off.

“Waves-” Nicole began.

“It’s me,” Waverly said. “I just, um… You should wear this. It’s kinda my fault yours is ruined and, um…”