Well, not getting dressed, that's for sure

Waverly needed a moment to catch her breath. The sudden shock of the outside air against her skin on the run from the car was still overwhelming, and that was without the distinct impression she'd gotten that people had seen her - she didn't know how many, and she very much wanted to imagine it was only one or two people getting a passing glimpse.

Yeah, all in all it probably was better she didn't know for sure. Waverly sat up, blush lingering.

Still topless, she was as good as naked with her pants around her ankles. She squeaked a little as that really started to sink in, the memory of running those few meters outside all the more mortifying.

She adjusted her posture to try and reach for her pants with her cuffed arm, the angle proving awkward. She just managed to get a grip on them when Nicole placed a gentle hand over hers.

"You don't need to," Nicole said. "We're inside."

"Excuse me?!" Waverly said. She looked up, voice a frantic squeak.

She lost her train of thought when she looked into Nicole's eyes. Ah, right, yes. To Waverly, this whole ordeal was utterly embarrassing, and even when she was somewhere more private, she couldn't help but dwell on the possibilities of what might end up happening - to Nicole, her girlfriend was naked. They were slightly different takes on the same situation.

Nicole coughed, quickly drawing her hand back.

"I mean. Right. Yes," Nicole said. "It's just, we don't want to uncuff you in case you start being a problem again with your hands free, so it's going to be hard to get a shirt on you. And if we're not worrying about that, I'm the only one who's going to see you and you generally seem fine with that, so pants are just giving you something to start tripping over when that thing in you decides to mess with us again. You know?"

"And it's nothing to do with me being naked and handcuffed?" Waverly said.

It was Nicole's turn to blush.

"I mean. You did say you were interested in trying my handcuffs," Nicole said. She coughed. "Not that! Er. Can we start again?"

She looked back down to Waverly. Waverly looked up at her; she tried to lift a hand, only for the cuffs to rattle. She groaned.

"Waverly?" Nicole said.

"Really kinda hard to pull you down like this," Waverly said. "Just get down here and kiss me, okay?"

Nicole smiled in relief.

"Gladly."

There were several items of clothing strewn across the floor of Nicole's hallway. For once, they weren't just Waverly's. Maybe it was the nudity, maybe it was just wanting to take advantage of the handcufs, or maybe it was just being eager for any distraction from her current predicament. Either way, Waverly had leapt at the chance. And now she lay, asleep for the moment to destress after one hell of a long day, in the arms of her girlfriend. Nicole, just as nude, draped a protective arm over her.

Then Waverly's eyes opened. They were black.

While Waverly slept, there was less resistance. Quietly, carefully, the demon in her wriggled out from under Nicole's arm. It slipped out of the bed, bare feet silent against the floor, and looked around for a moment. In a drawer by the bed, using Waverly's knowledge, it carefully opened it; beside a spare pair of handcuffs there was a small key. It only took her a couple of tries to unlock her own cuffs, slipping them off and laying them on the soft mattress where they made no sound.

Then she looked around. She took one last look at Nicole, making sure she was sound asleep, then made her way out the room. She picked up each article of clothing she passed - Nicole's bra, panties, pants, jacket, and even jackets that were left on the hook, alongside Waverly's own pants and underwear. Quietly, she opened the front door and walked out, everything in hand. She deposited each item of clothing into a small pile on the sidewalk.

A neighbour looked up sharply, catching sight of her from across the street; 'Waverly' waved playfully back, before sauntering back into the house.

Another look at Nicole, making sure she was still out of it, and she turned her attention to the wardrobe. It was slow going to open it without risking waking the redhead, but she managed it.

Every hanger, every drawer was emptied, laid over Waverly's arm, and she went again out of the house, adding more and more to the pile. After the drawers and wardrobe were emptied, she checked Nicole again, and started to turn her attention to spare sheets and towels, making extra sure nothing that could be used effectively for modesty was still in the house.

She got more looks. She beamed back, her dark eyes drawing shockingly little attention while everyone's gazes were focused on other parts of the younger Earp's bared body.

She went into the house again. She came out with car keys, went to the car, and emerged with a spare tank of gas. A few seconds later and the clothes were soaked. Unconcerned, she sauntered over the road to someone staring, slack-jawed.

"Hey, got a light?" Waverly said.

He stammered. Mute, he handed a lighter over to her; she smiled back, turned and shook her butt a little more than was strictly necessary as she made her way back to the gas-soaked pile. She clicked the lighter on and dropped it, leaving the car keys in the middle of the flaming mess. While they were unlikely to melt, the keychain would probably drip and leave the keys proper unusable. No clothes, and no easy transport.

The thing in Waverly smiled happily. What fun.

She walked back inside, closed the door behind her, and delicately slipped herself in under Nicole's arm once more. Nicole shifted, but stayed asleep.

And for its last touch, she slipped herself back into the handcuffs and clicked them shut; her eyes flashed black once more before they closed, returning Waverly to sleep, eagerly awaiting when she'd wake up and discover just how much hers and Nicole's situation had worsened.