Nicole's place

Waverly wriggled. She wouldn't have put 'getting comfortable' at the top of the list of things it was harder to do when handcuffed, but in practice it was definitely the case, her arms both just a little bit off from having the freedom they needed to be in the right position. Not that that was her biggest priority just then.

"I don't want Wynonna to see me like this," Waverly said.

She wriggled again, cheeks as red as they could get. Nicole shifted in the driver's seat, looking over at her sympathetically. Well, mostly with sympathy.

"Where do you want to go, if you don't want to go home?" Nicole said. "It's probably the best place for you."

"I don't know!" Waverly said. "I know she might be able to help too, it's just... I don't want my sister of all people to see me, like, stripping. Whatever this is."

Nicole reached over the gap between the seats to rest a comforting hand on Waverly's, limited as her hands were to her lap. Waverly took a deep breath, steadying herself.

There was a tap on the window. Nicole glanced sideways to see a flash of a uniform past Waverly's side; Waverly just squealed.

"Drive!" Waverly shrieked.

"Where?" Nicole said.

"Anywhere not here!" Waverly said.

Waverly curled up, leaning forwards as best she could with her arms in the way, to better hide herself from Nicole's colleague just past the window. Conceding that her girlfriend had a point, Nicole turned the key, starting to reverse the car. She moved just slowly enough for the cop to get the hint and move back, only getting one more extra glimpse of the topless Waverly.

And then they were out on the road. Nicole glanced sideways after a few seconds, seeing Waverly nervously straighten, sitting up more comfortably.

"Can we go to your place?" Waverly said. "That should be... private. Right?"

"On it," Nicole said.

She looked sideways. The car drifted slightly; Waverly yelped.

"Look at the road!" Waverly said.

Cheeks going slightly pink, Nicole **** her attention back ahead of her.

Admittedly the road wasn't as pretty a sight as her half-naked girlfriend, but it probably was worth looking at.

"Sorry," Nicole said, a little breathless. "Sorry."

"You were looking," Waverly said.

"Do you blame me?" Nicole said. She steadfastedly kept her eyes forwards. "I am dating you, kinda biased to think you're gorgeous."

"I'm being stripped in front of everyone!" Waverly said. "Kind of a bad time for you to be getting off on it."

"I know, god, I know Waverly, believe me," Nicole said.

She debated whether to risk a sideways glimpse. No, better to not crash. Probably.

"I don't like that you're feeling bad," Nicole said. "I do want to help, I promise. It's just... very distracting when literally the hottest sight I can imagine is right next to me. And don't even get me started on the damn handcuffs."

Waverly squeaked. Nicole bit her lip, slowing the car as they approached a red light; she risked a sideways look when she stopped.

"I can't not be attracted to you," Nicole said. "But I don't want you to feel humiliated or be exposed to anyone you don't want to. You do trust me on that, right?"

"Yeah," Waverly said quickly. "I do, of course I do. It was just... nerves."

"We'll figure this out," Nicole said.

Waverly looked back over to her girlfriend. After a second, she nodded, more confidently.

And then yelped at the sound of a car horn honking. Another vehicle pulled up on Waverly's side, coming to a stop at the same light and rolling down the window.

"Hey there!" the driver from the other car called. "Like your priorities, Officer!"

Bright red, Waverly curled up again, trying to duck down out of view of the window. Nicole turned her attention to the light, quickly gunning it as soon as it changed.

Her home wasn't too far away. She drove, still very aware of the blushing, topless figure in her peripheral vision. Eventually they came to a stop on the road.

It wasn't as isolated as the Earp homestead, a handful of other buildings dotted around. Purgatory was never densely packed, but there were certainly other houses and other people in the vicinity. Waverly looked out nervously.

"I didn't think about this bit," Waverly said.

"Hey, all good," Nicole said. She tried to smile encouragingly. "I'll open the door for you, you just need to run, okay?"

Waverly glanced around. Reluctantly, she nodded.

Not that there were many other options. Still, Nicole was glad to get back to her own place too; she'd only been wearing a bra herself since the police station. After making sure the street was fairly clear, she briskly walked to her front door and unlocked it, ducking inside to quickly pull on a coat. Then she moved back out, gesturing for Waverly.

Waverly took a deep breath, looked around again herself, then kicked the car door open. She sprinted as fast as she could, cuffed arms shaking in front of her, fingers twitching with whatever was controlling her.

Nicole was prepared to run out after her if she needed any herding inside; thankfully though, she seemed to be heading the right way, not yet convinced to swerve off course.

Waverly's pants started to slip. Nicole's eyes widened; Waverly yelped, only a few meters to go as her pants and panties alike slipped down around her knees; Nicole only faltered a second at the sight, before she hurried out after her, catching her before she could trip and helping support her weight.

They walked together for the last stretch, Nicole with one arm over Waverly's shoulders, and the other on her hands, guiding and supporting her. Nicole looked around, well aware Waverly's squeak would've drawn attention. She saw a couple of blinds open, a few faces at windows, and flushed for Waverly's sake.

"So, er, don't turn around," Nicole said.

"Why? What is it?" Waverly said. She began to move; Nicole squeezed her hand.

"Nothing. Just, don't turn around, okay?" Nicole said.

Waverly's panties were around her ankles by the time they finally slipped in over the threshold, and Nicole quickly, gladly, shut the door behind them. Waverly collapsed on the floor, for a moment not immediately concerned with the fact her bottom half was just as bare.

"Let's not do that again," Waverly said, bright red.