Sea Glass (WAYHAUGHT)

Sensible?

Nicole stared at Waverly's text. They had never exchanged messages this time of night, or this flirty. The pleasure of doing so sent a thrill to places which hadn't been thrilled in quite a while.

Sensual Nicole slid a delicious image into her head. Waverly naked on the longer of her two toffee-coloured, faux-leather couches. Naked, save for a scarf, while being fed strawberry, cherry and coriander ice cream.

Sensible Nicole was having none of it. She told her to get a grip, not read too much into one suggestive emoji. If only she could remove the smile from her face. It shouldn't feel this good, or this naughty. But, it did. It felt so deliciously naughty, so wrong-right, as though she were a teenager again, sneaking out of her mum's house to meet a friend who came with benefits. Sensible Nicole warned her not to reply. What was she even thinking offering to cook for Waverly before work? She was thinking Waverly could do with feeding up, that's what she was thinking, what any good friend would think if they noticed how thin another looked. Admittedly, it might be the casual clothing Waverly chose to wear, the fashion in these parts.

The only way to be certain would be to see Waverly without clothes. Stop it, stop it, Sensible Nicole barked inside her head. Do not think that thought. Do not imagine Waverly naked. What would she say if she found out you were having that thought?

It seemed innocent enough, feeding a friend. She had been careful not to arouse suspicions. Even if Waverly were to mention their Sunday tasting session, that could be explained. The tight tee shirt she got Waverly to wear, that too could be explained rationally.

You will have to be more careful from this point forward, Sensible Nicole counselled. No more testing food on Waverly, even if she needs it. No more dropping by the Harbour Tavern, no more picnic invitations, or scarf innuendoes. Those suggestions were far too obvious. Too 'I want to fuck you so bad' obvious. That wasn't being careful. That was practically asking to be caught.

Her fingers began typing: Can u bring the cool bag back tomorrow.

...

Waverly read Nicole's text. Bit cold. She's annoyed with me over the ice cream. Crap, it's all over the bag. I could go get it, wash it out. Not sensible. Should she reply? Also, not sensible. Sensible be damned:

Night 🤩

...

Wynonna stomping into the lounge the following morning woke Waverly with a start.

"I'm taking the day off," she announced. "Alice and I are driving to Fowey. Wanna come?"

Waverly yawned. "What time is it?"

"Eight. Throw in lunch, if you hurry."

Waverly eased herself off the couch. "Nothing will be open. We could go later."

Wynonna ignored her suggestion. She sauntered off towards the kitchen, her voice loud enough for Waverly to hear her snapping at Alice for putting Papa Pingu's butt in her cereal. Alice could be heard sobbing.

The smell of burning pig flesh wafted into the lounge. Waverly's stomach lurched, never a fan of cute little piggies meeting their end, and ending up in a pan. Showered and changed, she was greeted by a sobbing Wynonna, and an equally distraught Alice, Michelle ushering her back out.

"Doc's phoned," she whispered, shoving Waverly into the hall, closing the kitchen door. "He's talking about divorce."

Her heart twanged hearing the final word. Of course he would want a divorce after what Wyn did. Only, why couldn't they talk this through? Why did it have to be so final so soon? Was there no way back for them, even after what Wyn did?