Code Red (WAYHAUGHT)

Chapter 12

The missed opportunity at the hotel set in motion a new mission for them to be together, alone, somewhere. Nicole, now desperate to be with Waverly had to work out a way. It was too risky to do anything in the house. The wooden floors, creaking stairs, would give away any movement. They couldn't risk it.

A new opportunity presented itself two weeks later. Chrissy was going home to attend her sister's wedding. She would be gone the whole weekend, giving Nicole and Waverly the time and space they now desperately craved. With Chrissy gone, they could easily have stayed in the house, but decided it would be more fun to go somewhere together. Plus, there was the risk of Mavis hearing them. Nicole's family owned a cottage in the Cotswolds. Picturesque, a small lake nearby, it was where Nicole learnt how to swim as a child. They could be there in just over an hour from Bletchley. It was perfect.

Chrissy had been given permission to leave early on the Friday before the wedding, a favour pulled by Nicole. Alan's car had been requisitioned, yet again. Alan didn't mind. He knew Nicole liked driving it, albeit too fast for his liking. He had hoped to go on another picnic with her that weekend, but had plenty of work to occupy his mind.

They would go direct from Station X. Nicole would tell Alan she needed the car to visit her parents. That way, she could stow a suitcase in the boot of his car. Alan would drive Nicole off the base, giving her the car at his house. Waverly would say she was visiting her family, bringing a case with her to the base. She would get the train from Bletchley, meeting Nicole at Claydon station, on the way to the cottage. Mavis would be told everyone was away for the weekend. Secrecy can be so exhausting.

Friday morning arrived. Everyone deposited their suitcases in the boot of the car. Sitting quietly, they each mulled over their respective actions of the day. Chrissy was unusually quiet. She had hardly eaten any breakfast, something Waverly failed to pick up on, too consumed in what was about to happen with her and Nicole. At lunchtime, Chrissy picked at her food. Waverly realised something was wrong. "Are you alright?"

"Not really," Chrissy replied. "I don't want to go to the wedding."

"What. You must. It's..."

"I know. It's only. My sister and I don't get along. I love her, but she's always treated me as the odd one of the family. She got the beauty. I got the brains."

"Oh, Chrissy. I think you got the beauty too. I think your sister is simply jealous."

"I know I can't let my family down. It's just. I'm having such a fun time here. To go home seems like such a downer."

"But, you must go." Waverly suddenly feeling slightly panicky that the whole mission of her and Nicole being together would be put in jeopardy. "Listen, I understand your feelings. This place changes you. Makes you experience new things. It's hard going back to your old life, knowing what we know now. But, that's what you take with you. If your sister says anything, just smile, knowing you're a code-breaker. One of the best."

"Waverly, what did I do to deserve you?" Chrissy said, tears welling in her eyes. She gave her a hug. "That's settled, I'm going."

The mission was saved.

Nicole sped into the evening, eager to get to their destination. A caretaker had made the cottage ready for their arrival. The fire had been lit in the small lounge. Food left, bed made ready. They drew up outside, just after 8pm. The cottage was in darkness. Nicole turned to Waverly, taking her hand. "Listen, this is at your pace."

Waverly felt that familiar flutter in her stomach. She wanted the pace to be fast. If she could have pulled over in a layby on route, ripped Nicole's clothes off and touched her she would have. The missed opportunity in London had done nothing but increase the sexual tension between them to a point you could sense it in the air. How anyone hadn't picked up on it?

Nicole opened the door to the cottage. The glow of the fire met them. It was warm and welcoming. Nicole took their suitcases, placing them just inside the door. "Let's eat."

"Let's not."

Waverly grabbed Nicole, pulling her into the most forceful kiss they had ever experienced. Whether it was the uniform, or just needing to experience Nicole, she couldn't stop. Everything she had been feeling, every sensation of Nicole touching her, culminated in this moment. Nicole grabbed Waverly's hand, pulling her towards a door just off the living space. Waverly saw the double bed as they entered. Now, please let it be now.

Their love making was exquisite. Nicole knew this would be the first time for Waverly. She would not have any physical experience to draw upon. It is one thing reading an erotic novel such as Lady Chatterly's Lover. It is an entirely different matter navigating the contours of a body. Nicole allowed Waverly to explore her, guiding her hands, showing her how she liked to be touched. She knew she would have to take her time with Waverly, teaching her how to bring pleasure. What that pleasure was. What it felt like. Everything would be new to Waverly. Nicole didn't want her to miss anything. She wanted her to feel safe to enjoy the moment, enjoy her own body, enjoy Nicole. At every step, Nicole asked if it was okay. A hand stroking a thigh, caressing skin, slow, erotic, delicious.

They spent the rest of the night getting to know each other. There were tears. Good tears. Tears that said they were finally together in this moment, enjoying each other. Nicole lay on the bed panting, her last orgasm pulsating through her body. She couldn't believe Waverly could bring her to such a peak. "I've got to eat," Nicole said, her breathing slowing.

"Just one more," Waverly replied, looking at Nicole with doe eyes that would melt a poacher's heart.

"OK, just one. But then we eat."