open post for pic prompts, starters, and texts. f/m or f/f for shipping. see here for more permissions. please link nsfw images. compatible with all seasons of wynonna earp.
[ She might be taking steps to keep her conversation private, but there's definitely no keeping her steps quiet when she finally starts to ascend the stairs up to her room, figuring she can at least have the benefit of a closed door between her and the rest of the homestead if they're going to be playing catch-up.
The house itself is creaky, the stairs even moreso — she'd had to master the art of keeping her steps light whenever she'd tried to sneak out past curfew, but these days she doesn't care so much about getting caught — but it's notably quieter when she finally slips into her room, and she raises her voice out of a whisper. ]
You know you can't just up and say things like that. My ego's already inflated plenty. [ But there's a grin evident in her voice as she sits at the foot of the bed. ]
[The spy holds the phone between his shoulder and ear as he pours himself a drink, smiling to himself when he spoke the next words.]
Remember that whiskey you talked about, Wyn? The one that's almost impossible to find? I got you a bottle. [It wasn't something he did for just anybody, going around hunting down special gifts for them. Wynonna was a special woman and James didn't go anywhere without carrying the thought of her with him.]
[ The sound in her voice probably makes it plain that she isn't complaining about his honesty — in fact, it's a refreshing change from her track record of getting involved with guys who can't seem to tell the truth to save their life. The irony that it's coming from him, where deception is basically a part of his regular gig, isn't lost on her either, but she's not going to point that out to him now. ]
I'm guessing you don't have to worry about sneaking that through customs. [ Another tease, considering he probably has his own methods of shipping alcohol that she doesn't know about. ]
There's no way I'd leave here without a gift for you.
[Lying might have become his expertise but he kept it exclusively within work. Wynonna had the permission to smack him upside the head if he ever deceived her.]
I have my ways. Just don't mention it to the higher-ups. [James chuckles.] But tell me something, Wynonna.. What are you wearing? [A cliché question, but the little detail would make sense in a moment.]
[ Her first instinct is always to tell him he doesn't need to bring her back anything from his travels because she's not used to being thought of as a priority — not like that, anyway, not in the middle of whatever crazy mission he's got going on.
She doesn't know when she'll stop thinking of herself that way. Some habits are just harder to kill.
His question prompts a laugh, and she glances down at herself for a moment. ]
Well, do you want the sexy, made-up answer, or the truth?
[James has some knowledge of not feeling worthy of praise or affection. His mother made it clear how his brother was so much better and how he made her so proud. If he didn't have his work and if he hadn't met Wynonna, he'd still be feeling those feelings. Although sometimes there's a tiny glimpse of those dark days.]
[ But she isn't going to sugarcoat it, or hype up her own appearance, because right now she's literally wearing what she usually does when she's chilling around the house and she's got company around — otherwise, she'd be more inclined to make herself comfortable in next-to-nothing. ]
It's a totally sexy, skimpy... oversized sweatshirt and a pair of leggings. [ She's basically in vegging mode right now, and when she reaches that status she's always dressing for comfort and not necessarily taking a spontaneous call from the guy she's periodically seeing into account. ]
Yes, I'm going to be making a ton of best-dressed lists in my sexy, sexy pajamas.
[ He had wanted honesty, of course, but she's never going to be the kind of girl who's all that comfortable in a fancy pair of lingerie. The closest she gets to anything along those lines are her thongs and even then, she'll err more on the side of cotton than anything she has to spend a ton of money on.
It's times like these she knows she's not the type he spends most of his time around, has to wonder why he wants to keep slumming it with her because she's never been accused of being fancy in her life. ]
Why do I get the feeling you're already thinking about something specific?
[ James finds himself imagining all kinds of things he wants to do to her. It's been a while since their office encounter and he wants more of her.]
If I were there, I'd start with kissing your soft lips. Slow, deep and lingering. My hands moves gently on your clothed body, sneaking beneath the hem of your shirt.
Maybe. [ She slowly tips back to lay across the bed itself, cradling her phone against her ear with a few fingers, gaze directed up at the ceiling as her voice turns soft for a second. ] Maybe I'd like to know more about you than I already do.
[ It's a burst of unexpected honesty from her, but she doesn't have time to linger on it because he's already starting to paint a very vivid picture for her about what he'd be doing if they were in the same room together, and a smile slowly starts to curve up the edges of her mouth as she listens to him. Good thing she's already closed the bedroom door. ]
I'd be happy to tell you more when we meet again. I'm quite curious about you as well.
[The images in his head become very vivid as he focuses fully on her and the memory of her perfume from their previous encounter, and the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips.]
They start with a slow, teasing caress. Slowly moving towards your soft breasts where they linger. I whisper how beautiful you are as I kiss the spot right beneath your ear, where I know you love to be kissed.
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The house itself is creaky, the stairs even moreso — she'd had to master the art of keeping her steps light whenever she'd tried to sneak out past curfew, but these days she doesn't care so much about getting caught — but it's notably quieter when she finally slips into her room, and she raises her voice out of a whisper. ]
You know you can't just up and say things like that. My ego's already inflated plenty. [ But there's a grin evident in her voice as she sits at the foot of the bed. ]
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[The spy holds the phone between his shoulder and ear as he pours himself a drink, smiling to himself when he spoke the next words.]
Remember that whiskey you talked about, Wyn? The one that's almost impossible to find? I got you a bottle. [It wasn't something he did for just anybody, going around hunting down special gifts for them. Wynonna was a special woman and James didn't go anywhere without carrying the thought of her with him.]
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[ The sound in her voice probably makes it plain that she isn't complaining about his honesty — in fact, it's a refreshing change from her track record of getting involved with guys who can't seem to tell the truth to save their life. The irony that it's coming from him, where deception is basically a part of his regular gig, isn't lost on her either, but she's not going to point that out to him now. ]
I'm guessing you don't have to worry about sneaking that through customs. [ Another tease, considering he probably has his own methods of shipping alcohol that she doesn't know about. ]
You know you didn't have to get me anything.
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[Lying might have become his expertise but he kept it exclusively within work. Wynonna had the permission to smack him upside the head if he ever deceived her.]
I have my ways. Just don't mention it to the higher-ups. [James chuckles.] But tell me something, Wynonna.. What are you wearing? [A cliché question, but the little detail would make sense in a moment.]
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She doesn't know when she'll stop thinking of herself that way. Some habits are just harder to kill.
His question prompts a laugh, and she glances down at herself for a moment. ]
Well, do you want the sexy, made-up answer, or the truth?
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[James has some knowledge of not feeling worthy of praise or affection. His mother made it clear how his brother was so much better and how he made her so proud. If he didn't have his work and if he hadn't met Wynonna, he'd still be feeling those feelings. Although sometimes there's a tiny glimpse of those dark days.]
I want to imagine you properly.
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[ But she isn't going to sugarcoat it, or hype up her own appearance, because right now she's literally wearing what she usually does when she's chilling around the house and she's got company around — otherwise, she'd be more inclined to make herself comfortable in next-to-nothing. ]
It's a totally sexy, skimpy... oversized sweatshirt and a pair of leggings. [ She's basically in vegging mode right now, and when she reaches that status she's always dressing for comfort and not necessarily taking a spontaneous call from the guy she's periodically seeing into account. ]
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[ James appreciates honesty. He's always liked Wynonna exactly the way she is. How honest she is and how she's never taken anyone's bullshit.
He sets down his glass, smirking to himself. There's the small temptation to turn this into something beyond mere conversation.]
I wish I could be there with you.
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[ He had wanted honesty, of course, but she's never going to be the kind of girl who's all that comfortable in a fancy pair of lingerie. The closest she gets to anything along those lines are her thongs and even then, she'll err more on the side of cotton than anything she has to spend a ton of money on.
It's times like these she knows she's not the type he spends most of his time around, has to wonder why he wants to keep slumming it with her because she's never been accused of being fancy in her life. ]
Why do I get the feeling you're already thinking about something specific?
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[ James finds himself imagining all kinds of things he wants to do to her. It's been a while since their office encounter and he wants more of her.]
If I were there, I'd start with kissing your soft lips. Slow, deep and lingering. My hands moves gently on your clothed body, sneaking beneath the hem of your shirt.
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[ It's a burst of unexpected honesty from her, but she doesn't have time to linger on it because he's already starting to paint a very vivid picture for her about what he'd be doing if they were in the same room together, and a smile slowly starts to curve up the edges of her mouth as she listens to him. Good thing she's already closed the bedroom door. ]
Oh, yeah? Where are those hands going?
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[The images in his head become very vivid as he focuses fully on her and the memory of her perfume from their previous encounter, and the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips.]
They start with a slow, teasing caress. Slowly moving towards your soft breasts where they linger. I whisper how beautiful you are as I kiss the spot right beneath your ear, where I know you love to be kissed.