Stay home

"Wait!" Waverly said.

She was shaking slightly. After the day she'd had, the prospect of stepping out of the front door again wasn't a particularly enticing one. Even if she was the one that looked vaguely decent - she had on a passable outer layer even without much on underneath - she was definitely the one trembling the most. her arms were crossed tightly over the still-done-up jacket, hyperaware of her nude state beneath it.

Wynonna, already at the door, stopped and looked back at her. There was a hint of pink in her cheeks, but she was powering through her self-consciousness much better than Waverly, even with how comparatively little she had on - a shirt and panties didn't offer much modesty. Wynonna's legs could draw a lot of attention at the best of times.

"Waves?" Wynonna said. "Everything alright?"

"It's... been a day," Waverly said. "Give me a moment."

She took a shaky breath, testing the waters. Whatever... thing had been affecting her all day, making her expose herself and leaving her in all manner of awkward situations, including now stuck at home without a single change of clothes anywhere in the house, it had made explaining things difficult sometimes.

Still, it didn't seem able to totally control her, as bad as things had gotten. Tentatively she opened her mouth, and didn't feel anything preventing her from talking.

"I think something got to me," Waverly said. "Something Purgatory."

"I hate that we live in a town where that doesn't remotely narrow it down," Wynonna said.

"Why do you think I was half-naked in the window?" Waverly said. She flailed a bit. "I keep trying to keep my clothes on, and they keep not."

"Ah," Wynonna said. "And this doesn't sound like an easy problem for Peacemaker."

"I wish," Waverly said.

She found herself blushing more now that she'd put her situation into words. She trembled a bit; Wynonna quickly moved away from the door, letting it swing shut behind her, and stood in front of Waverly. Supportive, she rested one hand on Waverly's waist, and used her other to brush Waverly's hair out of her eyes to better look at her, staring at her. She seemed almost to forget her own near-bottomless state in her haste to take care of her sister.

"Hey, baby girl, hey," Wynonna said. "It'll be okay, you know? We've dealt with crazier shit before."

"Just normally doesn't end with my butt sticking out a window," Waverly said.

Wynonna snorted. Waverly looked disbelievingly at her.

"What? It sounds kinda funny when you put it like that," Wynonna said. "Besides- hey! hey!"

Wynonna jumped back. Only then did Waverly realize her hands had been slowly creepy up Wynonna's legs, poised to tug at her panties; Waverly shrieked, stumbling backwards herself.

"Sorry, sorry!" Waverly said quickly. "It's this... thing, I can't control myself."

"You... right, right," Wynonna said. She paused. "I'm guessing that's a no on going to the shops ending well? Don't want you to start streaking through the town."

"Oh god don't make me think of that," Waverly whimpered.

"Sorry, just thinking," Wynonna said. "If you want, I could go alone? Be back quickly."

"Don't leave me!" Waverly said.

She bit her lip, staring pleadingly at her sister. The idea of being left alone, even a place as theoretically safe as the homestead, seemed bound to end badly for her when her limbs kept acting of their own accord.

Wynonna eyed her for a moment. Waverly's cheeks still felt warm under her gaze. it was hard to be able to tell someone about her past exposure.

Then Wynonna's hands were on her wrists; Waverly looked down, shocked to see that she'd started to undo her borrowed jacket, poised to leave her in just a bra. Waverly gulped.

She had her bra on, and she'd borrowed a jacket and pants from her sister, but that wasn't much to have to protect her own modesty with so much potentially going wrong.

"I'll stay," Wynonna said. "Keep an eye on you. I can probably ring up one of the guys to do a shopping run."

"Don't say..." Waverly said, voice tremulous.

"I won't," Wynonna said soothingly. "No questions asked. They owe me."

"Thanks," Waverly said, a little shakily.

Wynonna smiled encouragingly.

And then she took a step back and pulled her top off. Waverly gaped, glimpsing her sister's breasts, before quickly turning around, face beet-red.

"Wynonna!" Waverly yelped.

"Look, the way this is going, either you're stripping me naked, or I am," Wynonna said. "And I'd rather not have your hands all over me. No offense, but that is a bit much, even for me."

Waverly's cheeks flamed.

"Hey, I look awesome," Wynonna said. "Not so bad if it's just you seeing. Waves, it's just the two of us, you can turn around."

It was a few seconds before Waverly did. Steadfastedly, she tried to keep her gaze above Wynonna's shoulders, ignoring the flesh-colored blur in her peripheral vision, and the shirt and panties in her sister's hand.

Wynonna was putting on a brave face. She was telling the truth, in that it was harder to be as embarrassed when it was just the two of them, but that level of casual nudity around the homestead was rare even for her. The most Waverly had seen was Wynonna drying after a shower a little too openly, which wasn't quite the same as going full-frontal in all rooms.

Maybe she was trying to show support, in her own weird Wynonna way, trying to make Waverly's own brushes with nudity seem like less of a big deal. Waverly wasn't sure how she felt about that.

"Okay, Waves?" Wynonna said.

She moved closer, apparently able to ignore her own nudity when she was focused on looking after her sister. She kept a hand on each of Waverly's fore-arms, half comforting, half making sure she didn't start undressing again. She looked into Waverly's eyes.

"I'll keep you safe," Wynonna said. "You know that, right? We'll just wait this out, figure out an answer. I won't let anything bad happen to you."