WayHaught One Shots

Owe Me One

                                     By: Jinxter
The thrill has not yet worn off of sitting across from her sister, back after so many years away to end the curse that has occupied so many of her thoughts for her entire life. Her heart feels light and happy, and she giggles at the grin on Wynonna's face as the ketchup bottle makes a fart sound as she squirts it over her remaining fries and takes another bite of her burger. Waverly cradles her mug of tea and smiles, her elbows resting on the diner table, her own veggie slider long eaten and the plate slid to the side.

Her phone chirps in front of her, and she sees Champ's name appear. She picks it up and clicks on the message, and it opens on a close up photo of his erect penis. She giggles. Penises are funny, and boys are funnier, thinking a photo of one is arousing to any girl who receives it. Still, it does mean it doesn't take much for her to get him off her back when she's not interested in playing along, which, she thinks for a moment, has been pretty much the whole time her sister has been back. The guilt of not feeling too attached to him eases a little as she realises he mostly just temporarily filled the empty space in her, metaphorically speaking, as much she temporarily occupied his time, with a little mutual itch scratching to boot.

The phone is yanked from her hand and Wynonna exclaims in disgust.

"Ever hear of manscaping," she gripes, as she relents and releases the phone back to its rightful owner.

Waverly chuckles, for as much pride as Champ takes in his face and body, he doesn't put in an awful lot of effort, relying heavily instead on good genes and the lack of better options in town for the ladies.

"Hey, that was meant for private eyes," Waverly scolds, and exits out of the photo message. She reads the accompanying text.

so horny 4 u sexy. send me 1 back

"Don't tell me you're back chomping at the Champ. Ugh." Waverly feels a pang of shame at the disappointment in her sister's tone. She knows she should have ended it completely when he tried to sleep with Wynonna, she did... but then... well he was as good a distraction as any when she was blindsided by feelings about a tall, gorgeous, ginger-haired officer of the law hitting on her. She needed to put a cork back in that bottle if she was going to be able to help Wynonna kill The Seven.

She exits her messages and finds the hidden folder in her phone where she keeps a few sexy photos of herself for just these occasions, nothing too explicit, nothing she'd be mortified if it ended up spread around for any reason, but enough to mollify her absent boyfriend. It's better than having to doll herself up at a moment's notice, and he never even notices when she sends the same ones again. She selects one, just her face and upper chest, cleavage looking very nice in her favourite lacy black bra, and attaches it to a message.

Wish I was there with you.

Waverly scrolls down her contacts and selects Champ, hits send and turns the screen off, picks up her tea, and fixes her attention back on her sister.

"Come on," Wynonna continues, "he is just so beneath you."

She knows her sister isn't one to criticise drowning feelings in sex, among other legal and probably illegal ways, so she teases. "Uh, yeah he is," she says, and mimics riding him.

Wynonna's frown deepens. "Gross, dude."

The subject changes back to Wynonna's sex life, then Hetty comes over to chat for a moment, and Waverly doesn't give Champ another thought until they've settled up the bill and are making their way out into the brisk night, and her phone chirps again. She opens the message from him as they climb into the truck.

babe please, send me just 1. ur leavin me with blue balls

Waverly frowns, and Wynonna's chatter fades into background noise as she hastily pulls up her sent messages. The photo has sent. The entire world seems to fall away around her, and there's a ringing sound in her ears. "Oh poop."