WayHaught One Shots

Unexpected

By: Clom
As she walks towards you, you find that you can't breathe. She's red cheeked, still in her winter clothes, her coat wrapped around her and the sparkle of snow on her hair. You've only just let her in, into your house, into your heart, but she's filled the spaces and made them her own. Now she walks towards you like a woman with something in mind and if you didn't already trust her you might have been a bit scared.

"Wave-" you begin, but she lifts a hand, and you stop talking. The room has been warmed by the fire you've had stoked all night, but suddenly it's warmer in here, and your cheeks burn. First, she undoes her scarf, laying it across the back of a chair deliberately, and then her coat is off.

Then she's walking towards you again until she reaches you, and you smile. At first you lean down to kiss her, greet her, but there's an unexpected hand in the centre of your chest. The air constricts in your lungs and your eyes widen as you're gently but firmly pushed backwards until you hit the wall by the hall door. The air whooshes out of you and you swallow.

Her fingers trace the line of your jaw, down from the angle to your chin, tracing the slight dimple in the middle, while her face looks thoughtful, before drawing her fingertip up to trace a gentle pattern over your lips. You can't help yourself and they part for her, a slight puff escaping as you wonder what the hell is going on.

You briefly mourn the loss of her finger, of the feather-light touch, before you realise that both her hands are occupied unbuttoning your shirt and you swallow again.

"Waverly." This time it comes out like a prayer. If there was any question in it, it's whisked away by her gentle smile and a barely perceptible shake of the head. Clearly, she doesn't want you to talk. Clearly, she does want you exactly where she has you. Your knees tremble slightly as you lock them together and she undoes the last button.

Gentle hands part your shirt and you're in love with the look on her face. It's loving and gentle and warm and, of course, beautiful because it's Waverly, but right now it's also hungry and you can't believe you've put that look on her face.

Waverly lifts her hand and starts a gentle descent from the notch at your collarbones, down your sternum, between your mostly covered breasts. Your nipples tighten immediately and you grind your teeth down to supress a whimper. Your body is alight with sensation, on fire for her, but you hold still.

Her nails scratch gently down your stomach and you can't prevent the clench of those muscles. She seems to like that, tracing the lines between your muscle and then running her thumb around your navel. You bless your stars you bothered to do all those sit ups and crunches. Her hands come back up, finding your collar and the backs of her fingers caress your neck.

You wonder if you should be touching her, should be joining in and the thought of Waverly's skin under your fingers makes your arm move from the wall before you can really process the thought. It's returned there, gently but firmly.

You blink at her, but she's not looking at your face. She's regarding your sternum again and then her hands are sliding your shirt off your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor and leaving you topless, breathless.

Her hands skate down from your shoulders, down your biceps, tracing such light patterns that you involuntarily shudder a little with pleasure and strangle a moan in your throat. Her hands reach your fingers and for a second you think she's going to tangle them with her own but she traces back up to your shoulders and then down again. Now down your arms, down your chest, down the outside curve of your breasts, making you whimper, and then to your waist.

She leans in, and kisses your right breast gently, on the soft upper swell, and then the left. Her fingers are swift now, moving to the front and unsnapping your jeans with efficiency. She lifts her face to stare at you and watches your eyes as she pushes the jeans past your hips. You're almost so lost in her you barely notice that your underwear has gone too, until you're naked in front of her and pressed back against the wall.