Chapter 14 by earpsrhot

Where does Waverly spend the night? And, more importantly, how embarrassing is it?

With Wynonna

"Well we do have one more bed," Wynonna said.

"What?!" Waverly squeaked.

"Hey, I still remember what you did on the stage," Wynonna said. "I'm just saying, I'd have thought you'd want somewhere comfy to sleep, just like you'd want someone to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't go walkabout again."

Waverly blushed. Still, there was no better option presenting itself.

Reluctantly, when night came, she went with Wynonna up to Wynonna's room. Awkwardly she crossed her arms over herself, trembling slightly. Wynonna was right, she did like the idea of sleeping in an actual bed, and she did want someone to make sure things didn't get weird again, but she also really wished there was another way.

"Alright, turn around," Wynonna said. "Sure I've got some PJs somewhere..."

Waverly blushed, obeying. Now was not the time to be reminded of Wynonna's lack of sleepwear. She'd bumped into her sister getting a glass of water on far too many nights, and seen far, far too much in doing so.

There was a rustle. Eventually Wynonna was done, now wearing a snug pair of panties and a loose-fitting, old top. What Waverly wouldn't give even to wear that little... She sighed, and got into bed behind her sister.

At least Wynonna was facing away from her. Still, it was a one-person bed, it was small and Waverly could feel the heat off her sister's back as she lay there. The sheets rubbed against her naked skin, her bare legs occasionally brushing Wynonna's. She swallowed, shifting back, heart pounding.

Somehow she had the feeling tonight was going to be awkward. Waverly blushed bright red and listened to her sister's breathing, trying to forget both how naked and how close she was.