Reaching the car

Waverly stared at the floor. The ragged carpet was a much better sight than what surrounded her, even if it only distracted her eyes and did nothing to help her ignore the sounds.

There were gasps, there were murmurs, and she was sure she could hear high fives. The police station had never seemed so big as it did just then, being led through it.

She risked a look up, keeping her attention on Nicole. Nicole’s cheeks did seem a little pink, in her bra as it was, though Waverly’s sympathy was somewhat diminished by the fact she was topless herself. Even with her hands cuffed in front of her, she was able to cover some of her breasts with her arms, but her back was entirely in view to those that passed, leaving no doubt as to her state. She could feel the air almost fizzing against her skin.

Her arms trembled. Nicole rested a comforting hand on hers.

Then she made the mistake of looking past her girlfriend. She wasn’t on first name terms with every cop in Purgatory, far from it, but she had to learn a few of the faces just by how often she hung around.

She knew the people staring at her. And more than that, what they were thinking about her – the cover story they’d needed to go for was one that made her self-conscious to just think about. Handcuffed and led topless through the station by her girlfriend, letting everyone think they were-

No, nope, nuh-uh, she wasn’t finishing that thought. Waverly bit her lip.

Nicole’s hand drifted from hers. Waverly looked up in a panic, heat sharply rushing to her cheeks.

“One second,” Nicole said.

Nicole gestured; there were a few jackets hanging on a hook by the side of the precinct. They were standard, police-issue, but they were definitely better than what they had just then.

Waverly faltered. On one hand, she didn’t want to be alone even for just the few seconds while on this walk, but at the same time she very much wanted what the jacket promised once they were out of there.

In the end, her mind was made up for her. Nicole moved away for just a moment, let go of Waverly’s hands to quickly go and pick up a jacket, when Waverly’s arms started moving of their own accord. They were bound, yes, and much more limited in what they could do, but the thing inside her had just enough freedom to start working with the catch at the top of Waverly’s pants.

Waverly squealed, for a moment seized by the mental image of her pants slipping down her legs while in the middle of the crowded station, panties bared.

Nicole quickly looked back, and saw what was happening. She faltered in an instant of indecision, but ultimately gave up on getting the jacket, hurrying back to Waverly’s side, grabbing her hands and pulling them away, and tugging Waverly’s pants back up after only a second’s flash of her underwear.

“You okay?” Nicole murmured.

Face bright red, Waverly stared back disbelievingly at Nicole. Nicole nodded, conceding it was a silly question; they both flushed at the wolf whistles as Nicole tried to refasten Waverly’s pants.

“Feel up to taking a trip over to the jackets?” Nicole said, just as softly.

Waverly was about to respond when one of the watching cops heckled; Waverly intentionally tried to tune out the words, though the ‘she’s been bad’ came through loud and clear, another humiliating reminder of what they thought the two of them were doing.

“Can we just get out?” Waverly said. “Please?”

Nicole hesitated. She looked longingly back across at the jackets, then looked back at Waverly’s pleading face. Reluctantly, she nodded, and took hold of the chain connecting Waverly’s hands again and started to walk her on.

She was still shaking. She felt so much less covered with her arms trembling as much as they were, feeling like her breasts were shifting with her nerves. She didn’t dare look at herself, not wanting to have it confirmed how much was on display.

Then she was running. Waverly yelped, the impulse overwhelming her; Nicole quickly caught her, moving in front of her topless girlfriend’s body to better hide her, a hand on each shoulder.

“Waverly!” Nicole said.

Waverly whimpered.

“I didn’t want to,” she said, shaking. “Can we get out of here? Quickly? Please?”

Nicole nodded, tugging a little more sharply on Waverly’s cuffs. Waverly didn’t want to think about how much more wrong things could go if she stayed in the station periodically losing control of her body.

Nicole’s hastier treatment didn’t go unnoticed though. She reddened at a jeer.

Realistically it only took a minute to cross the room. It felt like a lot longer. Utterly mortified, Waverly was led through the far door to the quieter corridor.

“Not much further,” Nicole said soothingly.

“I’m never going to be able to look any of your colleagues in the eye again, huh?” Waverly said.

“I won’t let any of them be dicks, don’t worry,” Nicole said.

“But they’ve seen…” Waverly said. Her voice trailed off. “They think we’re…”

“They know we’re together. Whatever they fantasize is their business,” Nicole said.

“Or it would be if we hadn’t basically just confirmed…” Waverly said.

She went beet-red. Nicole’s thumb traced comforting circles on Waverly’s hand.

“Don’t think about it,” Nicole said.

“Trying not to,” Waverly said.

For a moment, Waverly felt so lucky to have Nicole in her life, someone who’d just walked through her workplace in a borrowed bra and still tried to comfort her. Then she remembered said workplace had seen her topless and thought she was playing some kinky game, and she felt much less lucky.

They reached the outdoors. The air hit Waverly like a shock; she gasped, but had no compunction now about running to Nicole’s car, already unlocked when she got there. She ducked into the passenger seat, not trusting herself to drive, and waited for Nicole to join her.

“That’s the hard part done,” Nicole said. “I can get you home?”

“I don’t know if I can face Wynonna,” Waverly said. She flushed again.

“Any better ideas?” Nicole said.