Waverly

Waverly Earp stood on her doorstep. Nicole crouched, drawing back from the window quickly. All things considered, Waverly was maybe the one person she wouldn't mind being seen by. She'd been like this in front of Waverly often enough.

Nicole crawled out from the front room into the hallway, keeping low, unlocking the door.

"Come in, quickly," she said, crouching behind it.

Waverly walked inside. She looked around, then frowned when she saw Nicole. Nicole quickly shut the door, standing once no one outside could see her, breathing a little heavily.

"Nicole?" Waverly said. "Are you..."

"It's complicated," Nicole said. "Weird sex cult decided to make me their chosen one, so now I can't get dressed."

Waverly blinked. She opened her mouth slightly, then her eyes dipped, taking in the familiar body of her girlfriend. Nicole fidgeted. She still didn't know what she was meant to do in the long term, but at least she could have company. Being naked with Waverly was no big deal.

"Okay," Waverly said faintly. She looked up to Nicole's face at last, an easily decipherable look in her eyes.

Well she was naked in front of her girlfriend. Nicole chuckled and leant forwards, touching her lips to Waverly's. Waverly melted into it.

It was a few seconds befroe Waverly pulled back. Nicole had taken a couple of steps backwards, towards the stairs and towards her room.

"Is it weird that you taste of strawberries?" Waverly said.

"Oh, yeah," Nicole said. She chuckled. "I think that's part of this whole thing."

"Kinda neat," Waverly giggled.

She leant in again.

An hour later and there was a trail of Waverly's clothes leading up the stairs, and down the hall, over to Nicole's bed. The two women lay atop it, sheet pushed to the side, breathless, Waverly panting and grinning.

"Some advantages to a sex goddess girlfriend then," Waverly said. Nicole rolled her eyes.

She didn't know everything that this entailed, but she did want to get what good from it she could while she was unable to get dressed. She smiled lazily, watching Waverly lean over the bed to pluck up her pants. A second later and she yelped, recoiling as if stung.

"Ow!" Waverly said.

"What?" Nicole said. "What is it?"

"I don't know," Waverly said. "Felt weird to touch. Probably static, and... ow!"

Waverly tried to reach for her clothes again, only to pull away sharply. Nicole watched with increasing concern as Waverly struggled to so much as hold an item of clothing. That was... familiar.

Nicole swallowed. She was started to get a feeling she knew one of the other traits of a supposed 'chosen one,' but she really prayed she didn't have some kind of sexually transmitted nudity.

The nude Waverly looked back at her, frowning, suddenly looking worried at the concerned look on Nicole's face.

"Nicole?" Waverly said. "What... what's happening?"