Say please

Waverly trembled, standing on the doorstep. She shivered a little, the dusk air beginning to cool; she wanted so much to cross her arms, as much for warmth as for modesty.

Instead, she stood on the doorstep, naked and pleadingly looking at Nicole; her girlfriend looked back, almost marvelling.

"Say please," Nicole said.

"Please let me in," Waverly said, far too quickly.

That much she could do. She nervously shot a glance back over her own shoulder; there were a few passers-by in the street, getting all too good a look at her. Waverly squirmed, debating trying to dart past Nicole into the house. No, there'd probably be consequences for that. Waverly swallowed.

"Try harder," Nicole said.

Waverly whimpered.

"Nicole, please," Waverly said. "I don't want to do this."

Something flickered across Nicole's expression; she tilted her head.

"Safeword?" Nicole said.

Waverly stammered.

"I don't remember it," Waverly said.

"You said you'd say that," Nicole said. She smiled fondly, alarmingly affectionate for someone orchestrating her humiliation.

"No! I didn't! I- I really don't know it," Waverly said.

She hadn't been the one to arrange all this! That stupid thing in her head had, created this whole situation where her girlfriend thought she'd signed off on this, and would only stop if she said a word she didn't know. What was she meant to do, read the dictionary?

Waverly's blush deepened as Nicole eyed her, expression so very loving.

"I wouldn't have thought you'd be into going this far," Nicole admitted. "You're just full of surprises. But still, no getting in until you ask properly."

Properly? What was that meant to mean? Waverly stammered, again looking back. Oh god, that was- that was a lot of people looking at her.

Nicole followed her gaze back, eyebrows rising, but saying nothing. Even Nicole seemed to be shaking a little, though it seemed to be more the thrill than the cold for her.

Oh! It suddenly hit Waverly; if she was meant to ask permission to go in, she figured what 'properly' meant. Still, a glance over her shoulder made her hesitate.

Not that she had any other choice. Cheeks flaming, voice faltering, Waverly got onto her knees, kneeling and looking desperately up at Nicole.

"Please let me in," Waverly begged. "I can't stay out here, not naked!"

"Pretty please?" Nicole said.

"Pretty please, anything!" Waverly said.

"You're so cute like this," Nicole said, smiling fondly.

Waverly whimpered. Nicole tilted her head.

"If I said no, would you stay out here?" Nicole said.

What?! Waverly squeaked.

"No! Please don't," Waverly said.

"That doesn't sound very obedient," Nicole said. "Why should I give you what you want if-"

"I would," Waverly lied quickly, quickly guessing the rules of the game. "If you asked. But please don't ask, please let me in."

She looked back again, feeling the skin down her back prickle at the gathering group on the street. She looked back up to Nicole, trembling; eventually, Nicole relented, stepping back.

"We'll work on that," Nicole said. "Come on in."

Trying very hard to not think about the implication of Nicole's words, Waverly crawled in over the threshold, scrambling inside and kicking the door shut before, breathlessly, getting to her feet.

Still naked, but inside. Anything that wasn't the cool night air and gaze of strangers against her skin was a step up after the day she'd had.

And then Nicole kissed her, the passion behind it signifying that Nicole very much seemed to enjoy their new arrangement. Waverly whimpered, but melted into it regardless, glad of the distraction.

"I really like this side of you," Nicole said. "Don't mind telling you, my mind is racing with what we could do tomorrow."

Waverly whimpered.