Code Red (WAYHAUGHT)

Chapter 10

The week dragged. Waverly desperately wanted Saturday to come. Each morning she would get in Alan's car thinking about the time it would be her and Nicole alone taking it for a spin. Nicole was right, Alan was a slow driver. Why have a fast car if you didn't drive fast? The thought of having a picnic was equally thrilling. Spending time with Nicole, somewhere away from the crowd. But, how to tell Chrissy? Afterall, where there's food, there's Chrissy.

Nicole decided the best way to play this would be to distract Chrissy, given she might be curious if the two of them disappeared in Alan's car for the day. Chrissy's love of all things food could be used to their advantage. Nicole was sure Alan would oblige in taking her to lunch somewhere, by way of introduction. She knew Alan would have her back, without having to explain the precise reason why she needed this favour from him. He was very much a black and white thinker. Understanding the more subtle grey tones when it came to affairs of the heart went completely over his head. A trait Nicole actually found quite endearing.

Nicole had asked Chrissy to keep this invitation a secret, as she didn't want the other members of Hut 4 getting jealous. She had also asked Chrissy not to talk about it in front of her housekeeper. Chrissy thought this an odd request, but was happy to go along. Afterall, she was getting a meal out of it. The only person she could talk to was Waverly. And boy, did she talk about it. Constantly. Chrissy was terribly excited to be having lunch with none other than Alan Turing. It was lovely to see her so animated, enjoying the thought of being singled out, being made special.

She asked Waverly if it was alright her going, which Waverly thought was really sweet. She had said it was perfectly fine and that she was really looking forward to hearing all about her lunch with Alan. She wasn't entirely sure if Chrissy was more excited to be going to lunch with Alan Turing, or simply going to lunch. It didn't matter. It would give her and Nicole time to be together. It would also be a perfect cover for Alan to leave his car.

Nicole had warned they must be especially careful not to get caught together in the house. They stole moments when they could. A gentle stroke of the hand, a light touch on an arm, a caress on the cheek. They had managed to steal another kiss one evening in Nicole's study after Chrissy had gone to bed. It was slow, passionate, lingering. Waverly had wanted it to go on forever. She could have stayed wrapped in Nicole's arms for eternity. It felt so right.

Alan dutifully arrived at the specified time on Saturday morning. Nicole had instructed him not to hand her the car keys, simply to leave them on the hall table. He proceeded to make a huge gesture of leaving the keys on the hall table, eliciting an eye roll from Nicole. Chrissy couldn't contain her excitement. She had her best dress on, hair done and Waverly said she looked lovely. Alan would walk with her into the village, have lunch at one of the small restaurants, followed by a stroll around the park. He had been instructed not to return to the house before 3.30pm precisely. Nicole knew if she set an exact time Alan would stick to it rigidly. That would give her and Waverly plenty of time to drive to the spot she had in mind, have a picnic, returning home before Alan and Chrissy got back.

Mavis had already packed a picnic the night before as instructed. Nicole and Alan often went on picnics so this was nothing unusual. It was her day off on Saturday which meant she would be out of the house, unaware of who Nicole was taking this time. As soon as Alan and Chrissy left the house, Nicole grabbed the picnic from the kitchen and a rug. They waited several minutes before departing in case they were seen. The drive was everything Waverly had imagined. Nicole really did like driving fast. She was an excellent driver. They sped along country lanes to their destination. The weather was mild enough to be out. Ideal for a picnic. Nicole stopped the car at the edge of a field. Grabbing the basket and rug, she took Waverly's hand, walking to the perfect spot she had in mind. It was by a stream, secluded, magical. The spot was everything Waverly had imagined. She laid out the rug, placing the basket in one corner, taking out a few items and a flask of orange cordial. She motioned for Waverly to join her. Waverly's heart began to beat faster.

As she sat down, Nicole offered her a sandwich from one of the boxes. It was delicious. She had tasted cheese sandwiches before, but the setting, the mood, the proximity to Nicole transformed it into something divine, ambrosia, food of the Gods. They chatted about their lives. Nicole had had a romance at Cambridge with another female student by the name of Shae. It hadn't lasted. She was sad at the time the relationship ended, but realised they had grown apart, their initial attraction being nothing more than a moment of passion, not strong enough to make a longer journey together.

Waverly told her about her childhood. How her family had lived in a pretty little village called Gabarret in the south of France for a time. How she had met James. How he was rather dull, but kind. How he had never taken her to a dance because he didn't enjoy dancing. How his idea of fun was a stroll in the park to feed the ducks. How she hadn't known anything else existed until coming to Bletchley.

Nicole nodded, listening in silence, growing fonder of this beautiful, delicate creature who had entered her life, with every detail revealed. Suddenly remembering the last item of food in the basket, she dipped her hand in, pulling out a bar of chocolate. Peeling back the paper cover, she broke off two pieces. Waverly looked in astonishment. She hadn't had chocolate for quite some time due to rationing. The thought of tasting it again made her stomach flutter. She took a piece, putting it in her mouth. Nicole watched. The taste was erotic. Soft, silky, smooth on the tongue. It was Nicole.

"This is so, so good. Where did you get it?"

"Alan's contact at the American Embassy is jolly handy. Mavis always puts some in for picnics I have with Alan. He's rather partial to it."

"I'm glad I'm tasting it with you. Had considered sleeping with a Yank to taste it again. I suppose I'll have to sleep with you now!"

Nicole let out a laugh. "Perhaps, if you play your cards right Miss Earp." She pulled Waverly into a kiss. The chocolate in their mouths making the moment even sweeter.