This one’s for the moments that almost go too far… hands that linger, breath that stutters, and the kind of restraint that makes your chest ache worse than giving in ever could.
This is a complete one-shot. It's not... unfinished. Or is it?
If it left you warm, flustered, or staring at the screen a little too long…
Yeah. Me too.
Not sorry.
— 🔥
Unfinished
It isn’t supposed to happen like this.
You’re meant to be checking tack behind the old barn — quick, quiet, in and out. Arthur follows you in with a muttered comment about the door hanging crooked, and then the door shuts behind him with a dull, final thud.
Too loud.
You turn at the same time he does.
The space is narrow — dust motes floating in the lamplight, the smell of leather and hay thick in the air. Arthur’s close. Close enough that you can feel the warmth of him without touching.
“You do that on purpose?” he asks, low.
“Do what?”
“End up alone with me,” he says.
You swallow. “You followed me.”
He steps closer — slow, deliberate — until your back meets a wooden post. Not slammed. Just… there. His hands come up, bracketing you against the beam without touching you yet, palms flat, arms caging the space.
“You could’ve told me to stop.”
Your breath stutters. “You wouldn’t have.”
Arthur exhales, something dark and amused in it. “No.”
The kiss isn’t gentle.
It’s controlled — firm, immediate — like he’s been holding it back too long. His mouth moves against yours with intent, not rushing, not softening. You respond without thinking, hands sliding up his chest, fingers curling into his shirt like you need the anchor.
He deepens the kiss gradually — not all at once — tilting his head until your mouths fit together perfectly. Your lips part, breaths mingling, and the sound that slips from you makes his jaw tighten.
His hands finally leave the beam.
One settles at your waist, fingers digging in just enough to make you gasp. The other comes up to your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek as he kisses you again — slower now, deeper, mouths moving together in a way that makes your knees weak.
You press closer. He lets you.
The world narrows to heat and breath and the scrape of his beard against your skin. His mouth trails from your lips to your jaw, lingering there, then back again — teasing, deliberate. He doesn’t rush. He makes you feel every second of it.
“Arthur” you murmur — not a warning, not a plea. Just his name.
He presses in fully, body solid against yours, one hand sliding up your back, holding you there like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. His mouth finds yours again, deeper than before, and for a moment it feels like if either of you moves wrong, this will tip into something neither of you is ready to stop.
His forehead drops to yours, breath rough.
“We’re… gettin’ real close.” he mutters.
You smile faintly, breathless. “You noticed.”
He huffs a quiet laugh — then kisses you again anyway.
Slower. Heavier. The kind of kiss that promises things without saying them.
And then—
“Arthur?”
The voice is just outside the door.
You freeze.
Arthur goes still instantly, breath catching as reality snaps back into place. He pulls away just enough to rest his forehead against yours, eyes closed like he’s physically forcing himself to stop.
“Damn it.” he murmurs.
You laugh — soft, embarrassed — and duck your face against his chest, hands still fisted in his shirt. “We are terrible at timing.”
Arthur’s arms come around you automatically, holding you there like it’s instinct now. “Yeah.” he mutters. “But I ain’t sorry.”
The door creaks.
You pull back just enough to breathe, cheeks flushed, heart still racing — and Arthur gives you one last look that promises this isn’t finished.
WayHaught’s intimacy/off-screen sex/make out/representation/whatever you want to call it scene.
Some WEARP fans that have watched and reviewed the special have said that the scene feels forced or a little too convenient. I know exactly what they mean by that. First of all - the direction of it is literally in your face. There’s no artistic nuance as far as the direction and framing of it goes. The soundstage is purposefully erotic. It’s meant to be what it’s meant to be. Sex. And the portrayal… well, it’s typical DomKat chemistry, for sure, but it doesn’t feel like it’s their choreography. It feels like this time - it was all the showrunner’s choice. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It’s just not what we’re used to as veterans in engaging with WEARP when it comes to the way DomKat themselves portray WayHaught’s physical intimacy. It usually looks and feels a lot more natural and improvised. This wasn’t so it didn’t feel as organic as I’m used to seeing it being.
It was still a realistic and authentic portrayal of WLW intimacy. It just didn’t look or feel like WayHaught’s specifically because it didn’t look or feel like DomKat. I mean I could be entirely wrong about that. Maybe this is just how both actors being settled into and fully embracing and comfortable with their queerness are. I’m just saying that it didn’t look or feel that way to me. However, what I did pick up to counteract that about the intimacy scene which was absolutely a return to form for WayHaught - that I always really love - was what caused it to happen in the scene itself. It was emotional intimacy and a useful and effective way to convey and develop on their narrative. It was, to me, a beautifully written acknowledgement and communication of both Waverly and Nicole’s feelings, desires, intentions, ambitions in that Waverly has just received acceptance and validation from Nicole that they could part ways for awhile in order for her to do what she wants to do in Egypt with Jeremy and in how Nicole confesses to her her tendency to delay or stifle Waverly’s potential because she doesn’t want to be without her and because her own personal desires and ambitions include and require Waverly to be around - to be home, with her as partners. I actually really like that this was how their physical intimacy came about. That it wasn’t just made into a scene for the sake of it even though Emily likely did think about that part first because she always makes representation a priority.
Also - as I mentioned in a previous post - I also really like how Waverly’s top came off but Nicole’s didn’t because I genuinely felt that was in respect to Kat being pregnant. Just as I feel it was also in respect to Kat being pregnant that that intimacy scene didn’t go on any longer than was necessary to convey the intention of the scene and so they wouldn’t be left in the awkward position of representing a full-on WLW sex scene because I have no idea how they could without making Kat feel extremely uncomfortable as much as the fans probably wanted and wished for it to happen in and at that moment. Emily thought of Kat.
And forgive me for being blatantly gay and a pervert, but I could not fucking take my eyes off Dom there so obviously, that was also a factor why I love the scene. But I mean, I was pretty much staring at Dom every time they were on screen throughout the entire thing. I cannot believe how much more visually attractive I find the character Waverly with a butch presentation. So yeah, that contributed a whole lot too. I won’t lie. I’m a red blooded queer woman. Fucking sue me 💁♀️
All in all though, I was satisfied with what we got for that scene given the 90-minute timeframe restriction and the fact that they had to hide or cover Kat’s belly. I do feel the choreography could have looked and felt more natural to DomKat’s chemistry but it’s no big deal. I’m happy I got a well-written scene regardless.
There’s certainly been much worse WLW representation of physical intimacy in TV art/entertainment. I think what we got was pretty good.
It’s just not what we’re used to getting. That’s all.
It was impossible to imagine Childe genuinely hate someone with a burning passion. However, that was something pretty normal for you.
You were the only person the ginger wanted to get rid of; not that the feeling wasn't mutual. But you must admit, blackmailing someone in terms of the safety of someone's family ought to bring hatred. You had honestly no clue what else you expected and why it was surprising to see those blue eyes darken when his they landed on you.
Although the blackmailing was a misunderstanding, Childe still holds a festering grudge on you.
The 11th Harbringer holding a grudge on someone as simple as you was truly laughable sometimes. But as gods loved to play, you, as a player, had to oblige by the destiny written.
"Well, well, well. Who do we have here?" A fake chirpy voice with a foxy edge, asked.
Childe hardened his gaze on you as you looked at him with a deadpan look on your face. "You know my name."
"Unfortunately."
"Look, I don't understand why you still hold a grudge against me. But using such petty tricks will not bring me down."
"But it's bothering you. That's all I want."
You click your tongue in annoyance. "I think anyone would be annoyed if you ruin missions by you coming in and stealing the show and, not to forget, vandalize my home."
"Aw and I thought you liked art."
"A man's genitals isn't art unless it's on a stone statue." You roll your eyes.
You heard the taller man approach you with slow steps, so close you could feel his breath tickling against your neck. "You messed with my family. Don't you dare think I will ever forget about this."
You roll your eyes once again. "You do realise I apologised?"
"That was once when you first did it. What about the time after that?" A cold hydro blade was pressed against your neck.
"What do you mean by 'the time after that'?"
He chuckled maniacally. "Don't you dare play funny with me."
The blade comes to strike but you move away from the range of attack. You summon your weapon and attack the ginger in front of you whose eyes harboured pure rage and frustration. Both of you approach each other in offensive and dodge the incoming attacks as well. Your blade was fast so you had caught Childe off guard multiple times but he had annoyingly amazing reflexes which saved him from most of the blows.
The two of you went back and forth with the attacks when Childe speaks out, "You truly are shameless. Threatening my family four times though they haven't done anything."
"I admit I offended your family once," You dodge an attack. "But how are you so sure that it was me the rest of the times. Do you think I'm stupid enough to do so?"
Your statements were enough to stop Childe in his attacks and look at you properly. The blue eyed man lowered his weapon and caressed your cheek, hatred still buried deep within.
"There's only one way to find out."
You deadpanned at the latter. "And what is it?"
With no further explanation, Childe plants his lips on yours, adjusting to test the waters.
You widened your eyes in surprise and didn't get a chance to think when the ginger began to move his lips roughly against yours. Strong arms wrapping around you like a safety net and the taste of fire water tingling on your lips got your mind spinning in a daze. It was clear as day Childe was extremely aggressive today because he had a couple of shots of that drink. And curse him for drinking that because it just made the kiss more heated.
Your lips refused to respond but when a hand squeezed your waist, a gasp escaped your tongue and Childe boldly decided to deepen the kiss. The latter took his time exploring your cavern, feeling the heat course through the veins and spread around the whole body.
You hated how confused you felt about this. About how good it was, and about how ridiculous it was.
Your relationship, conversations and this kiss, nothing made sense anymore.
And for a moment you thought, not everything should make sense. Your brain deemed this thought to be dangerous, so you immediately shake it off your mind.
You didn't know whether it was an eternity or just a few seconds, but Childe backed away, his eyes clouded with arousal and his shoulders rising up and down for air.
Blue eyes stared at yours. "You were right, you were not the one that day. Can't believe I kissed an imposter. How disappointing."
"What-"
"Shh... We can make up for the lost time later. But first I need to take care of some matters."
I really want to see the blooper of the handcuff scene where GA falls over and pulls DD down and as he’s falling he’s commentating: “Down goes Anderson, pulling Duchovny over her and they roll it out only to find themselves embroiled in an unexpected game of outdoor Twister.”
I want to see her go to flip the table and it not move because Duchovny has superglued it to the floor.
I want to see Mulder in front of that impressive book wall and turn to pull out Bucking F*cking Dent from the shelf.
I want to see the fight between Skinner and Mulder turn into a hug and kiss session.
I want to see them make out on the table before it’s flipped, on the porch, in the FBI car park, in the graveyard, in the forest, under the spotlight and in the hospital bed.
But above all else I want to see them make out. (Not a blooper.)
