Chapter Text
A Rough Start
She knew these streets very well by now, even at night. In fact, she prefers walking at night around the city. The only part of growing up in a small town she enjoys now, the quiet the night holds over the city, reminds her of the quiet night back home in Purgatory. She knows she will never go back there, she ran from that place the second she could, just like her sister. She is still trying to find who she really is, no longer cursed with the Earp name in this city, or what happened to her family, or trying to step out of the shadow of her older sister Wynonna; the town pariah. Here she doesn’t have to pretend anything, she can truly discover who she is, and just be Waverly.
This is the third time Nicole has seen the petite brunette walking around in the middle of the night. Not that she was looking for her or anything, she just seemed always easy to spot in this part of the city after 2am. Her long brown hair waving down the back of her jean jacket, with some rock band or motorcycle emblem Nicole was not familiar with on the back. She never seemed to interact with her surroundings as she made her way thru the tall buildings, but she always looked back over her shoulder watching for....something. Nicole didn’t know if this young girl was trouble or was in trouble being out here like she was. Tonight she was going to find out.
Nicole pulled out of the alley she was watching the Main Street from and drove up behind the young woman before she tapped her overhead red and blue lights. Nicole didn’t want to frighten her by hitting her siren, but she wanted to make her presence known and get the woman to stop. Nicole continued with her police lights pulling up next to the woman and as she came to a stop on the sidewalk Nicole pulled her police vehicle at angle just slightly in front of her. She watched this woman stand chewing on her finger nails as she took in the police car in front of her. Nicole watched her body language as she called in her location to dispatch just in case. Waverly’s eyes were huge as she watched the red headed officer silently moving around in car, no idea what was going on. She has never had contact with the police before, this was new to her, being stopped on the way home. Nicole finally got out of her car assessing the dark haired woman standing in front of her. Her eyes were wide in either surprise or questioning as her brow furrowed, her nose ring sparkled under the shine of the street light above them, white shirt hanging longer than the jean jacket and painted on tight dark jeans with her boots to make her appear taller than she really is.
“Can I help you with anything?” Nicole asked as she continued to roam over the woman’s body, assessing her for any danger, but also taking in every curve she could see. She slightly shook her head admonishing herself for objectifying this woman as she took her in, but she has never seen anybody quite as beautiful.
“I didn’t know it was illegal to walk down the street,” Waverly snapped as she could tell this officer was staring at her.
“Sorry,” Nicole blinked trying to get her head back into professional mode, “I mean it’s not. What’s your name? Do you have any ID?” Nicole began questioning.
“What did I do officer?”
“I’m just checking on you it’s late to be walking around this part of town. Can I get your ID?” Nicole continued.
“It’s not late if you live around here and are trying to get home,” Waverly snapped.
“Do you live around here?” Nicole questioned as she stepped closer to the woman. Watching as Waverly moved one of her hands up to her face, her finger sliding over her own bottom lip.
“Did I do something wrong officer?”
“I can give you a ride home if you live close. I can smell alcohol on your breath. Have you been drinking tonight?” Nicole was not going to give up. Not that this woman has done anything wrong, but it just seemed odd that she always seemed to see her late at night in this neighborhood, and now the woman was not being forthcoming to a police officer which was making Nicole a little nervous.
“Is it illegal to walk now after drinking?”
“If you’re under age, yes it is ma’am,” Nicole starts clearly, “and since you won’t give me your name or ID I guess I can figure out your age and name a different way.” Her hand moved to the cuffs on the side of her hip.
“Are you serious?” Waverly spat, “don’t you have to have probably cause?”
“I do,” Nicole tilted her head. This is not the way she thought this would go when she watched this woman making her way thru the streets. “This is a high crime area, a lot of drugs around here, and you are not cooperating which...”
“Jesus.....ok fine!” Waverly snapped as she began to reach one hand to her back pocket.
Nicole’s hand instinctively went over the butt of her gun unlocking the strap to release it quickly if she needed.
“I thought you wanted my ID,” Waverly grunted as she pulled her ID from her back pocket to show it to the officer.
Nicole leaned in to grab the ID from her hand, her eyes watching every move just in case. This was really the last way she thought this entire scenario would play out with this woman, but then again I guess as a police officer she should always be on alert. “Waverly Earp,” she said as she looked between the photo on the ID and the woman before her. She could tell impatience was storming through the brunette as her foot began taping against the sidewalk. Nicole requested a background over her radio, “so you do live around here?” Nicole continued to try to make conversation as she waited for dispatch to tell her if this woman came back clean or not.
“That’s what I said from the beginning I’m pretty sure,” Waverly was annoyed with the officer and the longer she stood there the more annoyed she got.
“Do you work around here as well?” Nicole questioned.
“Do I have to answer you?” Waverly snapped as she crossed her arms in front of her chest, her foot still tapping away against the sidewalk.
“It would make this whole thing a lot smoother,” Nicole shrugged. She smiled, her dimple making an appearance as she tried to ease the tension.
“Fine, whatever,” Waverly huffed, “I work at this shit hole bar down the street, and I drink when I’m there because I have to deal with shitty nasty men gripping me all night long before I walk my way to my tiny shit hole of an apartment I can barely afford. Better? Does that make you happy? Is this easier now for you officer? I’m not a drug dealer or a prostitute”. Waverly was irritated beyond everything by now, shaking so much it started coming out in her voice.
“I’m sorry,” Nicole looked down.
“I don’t need your pity,” Waverly snapped.
Nicole’s radio beeped and finally came back clearing Waverly. When Nicole looked up, her face blushing in slight embarrassment, not meaning to take this this far. Waverly had her hand out for her ID, just staring at Nicole.
“Happy officer?” Waverly questioned.
“No,” Nicole breathed.
“What else do you need? Jesus...”
“I mean, no I don’t need anything else, and I am not pitying you, “I’m just sorry I stopped you like this,” Nicole tried to explain. Nicole reached into her pocket grabbing one of her cards to give to Waverly, jotting a note quickly on the back. “If you ever need anything please call me,” Nicole said as she handed the ID and her card to Waverly. Nicole’s finger slid over the back of Waverly’s hand as she reached out, holding the contact as long as she could before turning on her heel to head back to her car. Nicole turned with a smile, her dimple on display as she looked back at Waverly, “I mean it.”
Waverly turned the cards over in her hand seeing the officers name, “Haught,” she whispered, she looked up quickly to see the officer bending down to get into her car, “hey, Haught!” Waverly yelled to get her attention. Nicole paused and looked up at Waverly. “Aren’t you gonna frisk me?” Waverly stares at the redhead, raising a questioning eyebrow.
“Not this time,” Nicole smiled and got in the drivers seat, rolling down her window she turned and winked at the brunette before pulling away and turning off her overhead lights.
Waverly was left standing on the sidewalk, the hum of the street lights over her head as she flipped the officers card over in her hand.
“Officer Nicole Haught,” Waverly whispered as she read the back of the card....
‘Anytime, my treat.’
Waverly looked up to see Nicole’s taillights disappearing into the darkness. She took her ID and the officers card and jammed them in her back pocket. She continued her walk home, still looking back behind her, but this time not only was she just watching her surroundings she was also watching for a specific police vehicle. Not that she thought the officer would stop her twice in one night, but she also never thought she would be stopped by the police and then as she thought about the encounter, she never thought a girl like her would be hit on by a police officer either, a female police officer none the less.
Waverly walked up her narrow stairs to her apartment door, and unlocked the door. When she got in she turned and locked all of her locks, Wynonna wouldn’t leave her in the city until her front door was covered in different types of locks to keep her safe, and some nights when Waverly was alone she was happy she had so many things that stopped the outside world from getting to her. A small sanctuary in this crazy city she was trying to find herself in. She leaned her head against the door, and the officers face invaded her vision with her smile, her dimple, and her red hair.
“Stupid Haught,” Waverly groaned and then slapped her hand against the door. Waverly stomped thru her apartment getting herself ready to crawl into bed grumbling still over the officer stopping her, and then her stupid sad pity face, and then her stupid pity card. Waverly wrapped herself up in all of her blankets once she got into a tank top and a loose pair of sleep shorts, gripping the sheets to herself and mumbling “stupid officer Haught.”
********
It had been almost a month since Nicole saw Waverly walking during her patrol and stopped her that night. She gave her her card hoping maybe the petite brunette would call her, a little risky basically asking her out on the back of her card, but Nicole felt she was worth the risk. She at least thought she would see Waverly at least once again since she lived and apparently worked in the same area Nicole had to patrol. Not that Nicole was purposely only looking for Waverly, she just more hoped she would cross paths again, or maybe even a phone call.
Tonight she got a call to a local dive bar in the area for a disturbance. That could mean a few different things, but for sure it meant intoxicated parties.
When she got to the location the bar was actually in the downstairs portion of a tall building. The upper levels looked dilapidated as she approached the concrete staircase to the heavy steel entrance doors. The inside was dark, with colored lighting surrounding the bar and patrons. A group of people sat in one corner by the bar, and a man sat in front of another who appeared to be ruffed up a bit and handcuffed to a chair. Another officer entered behind Nicole as she began making her way over to the two men. When she got over there she looked up towards the group by the bar and saw a familiar looking brunette sitting in the center of the group. “Officer Haught,” she trailed off as she watched the brunette fidget under her gaze. Nicole saw what appeared to be blood on brunette from even this distance, she looked over her shoulder and saw the other officer.
“Hey, can you take these two, and I’ll go check over there,” she nodded her head towards the bar, already slowly walking that way. Nicole turned and found Waverly again, she moved closer, eyes going over any features she could see in the lighting the bar provided. As she got closer she took out her notepad, and tilted her head towards the group.
“Officer Haught,” she introduced herself, but her eyes never left Waverly’s. Now that she was closer she could see blood coming from Waverly’s bottom lip where there was a notable cut and a black eye with swelling to her cheek. As Waverly dabbed at the blood on her lip with a cloth Nicole could see her knuckles were also bleeding and looked discolored. “What happened tonight?” She asked.
Waverly sat and stared at Nicole as a blonde stepped closer and began talking.
“That guy over there grabbed her ass. Usually none of us care because flirting gives us all better tips,” she continued, “but he grabbed her and pulled her into his crotch, asshole. She was defending herself.”
Nicole looked at the blonde and then back to Waverly again. When Waverly couldn’t look Nicole in the eyes Nicole looked back to the blonde, “defending herself?”
“Yeah,” the blonde snapped, “we may put up with a lot of shit for extra tips, but you don’t get to manhandle us. He grabbed onto her and pulled her into him, licking her neck and trying to grope her. She had every right to hit him,” she growled.
Nicole looked back to Waverly, “ma’am, is that what happened?”
Waverly finally looked back up to face Nicole and could only shake her head. She was angry at that guy, but for some reason she was angry it was Nicole who responded. Nicole, who already felt sorry for her already, gets to come and see her life to feel sorry for even more. Waverly shook off that feeling, screw it, this is her life and for better or worse she is making it. Waverly stood up and straightened her shoulders and stared into Nicole’s eyes, “yeah, that’s what happened,” she agreed, “I slugged that shit ticket right in the face after he started putting his hands all over me.”
“How did you get the injuries?” Nicole questioned.
“Well apparently he doesn’t like being slugged by a female, so he hit me a couple times before Sam over there got his hands on him,” Waverly attempted a smirk, but the split lip shot pain into her.
Nicole turned to look at the man handcuffed to the chair, and then back to Waverly. “Can I take pictures of your injuries?” Nicole asked.
Waverly just shrugged.
“Is there a place that has more light? Or do you need to go to the Emergency Room?” Nicole asked.
“No. I’ll be fine,” Waverly grumbled as she began moving behind the bar towards a door, “come with me, I guess.”
Nicole followed Waverly to a back office with normal white overhead lighting so she could get the pictures she needed. When Nicole was done with the pictures, Waverly leaned back against the desk, “are you going to frisk me this time?” Waverly looked the officer up and down.
Nicole snapped her head to look over at Waverly, shocked by the statement. She put her camera away and roamed quickly over the woman’s body. Her tight short shorts and dark blue crop top showing off her toned stomach, long knee high black boots. “Do I need to?” Nicole questioned, “I usually don’t frisk vic....” Nicole stopped when she saw Waverly’s reaction, “people that were mistreated.”
Waverly threw the towel she using to wipe up her blood on the desk and then stuffed her hands in her back pockets. An awkward silence filled the room. Neither woman knowing what to say to the other until finally Nicole spoke up. “This isn’t exactly how I was hoping to see you again,” she admitted.
“Did you want to pull me over again for no reason?” Waverly raised her eyebrows.
“Well no actually,” Nicole blushed, “I was kind of hoping you would have called me.”
“Why?” Waverly asked.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable...”
“You didn’t,” Waverly interrupted, “you don’t.”
“I just thought maybe then,” Nicole stammered, “I don’t know. I like you,” she blushed.
“You don’t even know me,” Waverly huffed.
“That’s why I have you my number, because I want to know you,” Nicole stated, a small smile moving over lips.
“Because you feel sorry for me,” Waverly snapped, “no thank you.”
Nicole shook her head, furrowing her eyebrows as she tried to catch Waverly’s eyes, “no, not at all. I want to get to know you is all, but I understand,” Nicole began turning away from Waverly, “I’ll put your statement through to arrest this guy,” she advised as she moved towards the door.
“Officer Haught!” Waverly yelled as Nicole stepped out into the bar, she turned and looked at Waverly, “I get off at 2,” she smiled, and then quickly reached up covering the cut on her bottom lip because of the pain.
**********
At 2am Waverly was locking the doors to bar and heading up the steps. She thought maybe the officer would be waiting for her when she got out, but like every other night after work there were just a few stragglers walking down the street or curled up in corners out of the wind and cold for the night. She turned to start walking her way home.
Her hands in her pockets, and her hood covering her head Nicole almost missed her as she past her post. She recognized the emblem on the back of the jean jacket though and pulled out onto the Main Street. She rolled up beside Waverly and turned on her overhead red and blue lights, this time when she stepped out of the car she requested Waverly to put her hands on the trunk of her car.
“Really, this time you are gonna frisk me?” Waverly shook her head and started moving towards the police car. Nicole slide herself against the car to move in front of Waverly, “no, not at all,” Nicole smirked, her dimple actually showing, “I was just trying to get your attention is all.”
Waverly crosses her arms and took the officer in as she leaned against the back of her car, “well, you have it,” she grunted.
Nicole stood straight putting her hands out in front of her, “look Waverly, I’m not trying to be an ass. I just want to get to know you is all. Have a chance. If you aren’t interested I’ll leave you alone.”
The tick tock from Nicole’s overhead red and blue lights flashing hung in the air. Nicole shook her head to the silence that gave her answer as Waverly just stood there, and she began reaching out to her door handle. “I’m sorry Waverly,” she whispered.
When Nicole’s door swung open Waverly finally spoke, “wait.”
Nicole turned to look at her, refusing to say anything more. She has already made her peace, this is all up to Waverly. It always has been as far as Nicole was concerned.
“You just want to get to know me?” She questioned.
Nicole looked confused, like this might be some trap she’s walking into, but she shook her head in the affirmative anyways.
“Fine,” Waverly grunted. She tilted her down the street, “you know that all night diner down the way on the corner?”
Nicole looked down and then back over at Waverly before she shook her head yes again.
“When are you off?” Waverly asked, “I don’t want to be seen with some cop in this neighborhood.”
“Sunday,” Nicole smiled.
“Coffee? At the diner at 11pm?” Waverly asked.
“Yeah, sure,” Nicole chuckled, “no cop uniform. Got it.”
“Okay,” Waverly clapped her hands together and started moving away from the car.
“Okay,” Nicole couldn’t stop smiling. “I’ll....uh....see you then.”
Nicole watched Waverly continue walking down the street before she got into her car, she turned off the overhead lights when she could no longer see Waverly’s silhouette in the shadows of the night.
“Yah!” Nicole shouted in her car. She straightened out her uniform and pulled back out into the street singing to herself.
“Yeah, yeah I have a date. A date with Waverly Earp,” she sing songed.
**********
Sunday night was quickly approaching for Nicole. She was nervous. Meeting Waverly, this girl threw her off her game. She’s like nobody she has ever met, and she knew she had to know everything about the brunette. She just hoped she would let her in.
Nicole ran around her house throwing clothes all around the place trying to come up with something that hopefully Waverly would like. Finally, after two hours of complaining she had nothing to wear she settled on blue jeans, and a simple black shirt u see her brown leather coat. She ran out of the house hoping to beat Waverly to the diner.
Not only did she beat her to the diner, she had claimed a both and had already drank her first cup of coffee. Kicking herself she never got Waverly’s number, or she believed she would actually show up she pulled out a few bucks to throw on the table giving up on this whole idea when the door to the diner chimed.
Waverly’s hair appeared darker in the lighting of the diner, as she moved closer to where Nicole was sitting she wrapped herself inside her jean jacket. Stopping at the edge of table she looked around the diner before turning her attention to Nicole.
“I didn’t think you were going to show,” Nicole admitted.
“Yeah...uh...sorry about that,” Waverly stuttered.
Nicole stood up out of the booth meeting Waverly, “please, have a seat,” she gestured to the other side of the booth with a smile. When Waverly slid in, Nicole sat across from the table back in her seat, “I’m glad you showed up.”
Waverly’s leg bounced up and down u see the table while she bit at her fingernails. Nicole tried to ease the girls anxiety with a warm smile, “would you like some coffee or something to eat? Anything you want,” she smiled.
“I can buy my own stuff,” Waverly argued.
“I’m not saying you can’t Waverly,” Nicole apologized, “I’m trying to be nice. Take you out is all.”
“Is this a date?” Waverly questioned.
“Do you want it to be?”
“Do you?” Waverly looked at her.
Nicole raised her hands and shook her head, “ok, ok, let’s start over. Hi, my name is Nicole. Nicole Haught. I apologize, but I am going to be straight forward here,” she looked at Waverly assessing where she really wanted to go with this conversation. When she got silence in return from the small brunette sitting across from her, she took in a deep breath, “I think you are beautiful, and I do not want to make you uncomfortable, but I would like to take you out and get some coffee,” Nicole stayed as she grabbed her cup, “of maybe something to eat, so I can spend time with you, and hopefully get to know a little bit about you.”
Waverly shook her head and leaned down, lowering her voice, “why are you so nice to me?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Nicole questioned. She reached out her hands towards Waverly’s, as the sleeve covered hand slid across the edge of the table.
“I don’t know,” Waverly huffed out, “nobody ever really has been, I guess.” Nobody was ever blatantly mean directly to her back home in Purgatory, but she had to go out of her way with these stupid fake smiles and waves to every single person, and she still knew they all said bad things behind her back. Then she finally left and cane to the city, keeping mainly to herself as she worked and tried to pay her way through college. She never really let anybody get close enough since she moved here to have the chance to be nice to her. Even the girls she worked with she only saw at the bar, and any guys she met, she would maybe go to their place depending on how she felt, but was always gone before the sun came up. Nobody sparked an interest in Waverly. Nobody that is until a certain red headed officer pulled her over one night for no reason what so ever.
“Well then, if you give me a chance Waverly,” Nicole placed her hand over Waverly’s, “I would like to change that.”
A small smile broke over Waverly’s lips, and she reached up with her free hand sliding her fingers over the old wound on her lips. “Okay,” she agreed, “I’ll take a coffee I guess.”
Nicole smiled at Waverly while she waved at the waitress so she can order a cup of coffee for Waverly and a refill for herself.
Nicole did most of the talking while they sat together in that diner. She told Waverly where she was from and why she picked the police academy, and even why she picked this city in particular. Waverly would interject here and there, but mainly remained vague. She grew up in a small town, and she likes the city life really, and pays her way thru college one or two courses at a time. That was pretty much Waverly’s limit of letting somebody in. Nicole wasn’t going to push.
It was late by the time they left the diner. “I can give you a ride home,” Nicole offered.”
“That’s ok,” Waverly shook her head, “I just live right down the way.”
“Well then I’ll walk you,” Nicole smiled and took a step next to Waverly.
Waverly looked at her for a moment before relenting, “you’re not going to take no for an answer are you?”
Nicole just smiled and put out her hand in a gesture for Waverly to lead the way. They walked a little bit in silence, this time it was not suffocated by any awkwardness as they walked together. “Thank you for letting me take you out,” Nicole offered.
Waverly turned to face Nicole, “Well, this is me,” she pointed to the building behind her.
“I hope there is a next time,” Nicole smiled at her, “I really enjoyed spending time with you Waverly,” her dimple showing thru.
“Maybe,” Waverly breathes starring at the redhead. This time it was Nicole who’s foot was tapping against the sidewalk, nervous about saying goodbye, nervous about wanting to see her again. Then Waverly’s hand was pulling at the back of Nicole’s neck, and she was up on her tippy toes, her other hand grabbing onto Nicole’s hip to steady her as Waverly’s lips crashed into Nicole’s in a fiery kiss, taking the redhead off guard. Nicole’s hands went to Waverly’s shoulders until she processed what was happening to her when she felt Waverly’s tongue glide over her lips, begging for entrance, and then her hands grabbed onto Waverly’s waste as she stepped closer into the woman’s space. Her lips parting, their tongues sliding together in an urgent dance to taste one another. Waverly could feel her body backing up, and she broke from the kiss and slid her hand up the curve of Nicole’s body as she turned her, pressing her up against the wall to her building, her fingers locking together behind Nicole’s neck before she leans up again to reclaim Nicole in another kiss.
Being honest with herself Nicole was hoping for a good night kiss, but it is taking everything in her entire being to pull away from this beautiful woman’s touch. “Wait...” Nicole breathes betweens kisses to Waverly’s lips, “fuck,” another kiss, “wait...wait....wait.” It’s too hard for Nicole to think with Waverly’s lips against her own, and Nicole’s hands sliding against the curves of Waverly’s back and hips. “Please, good god Waverly,” Nicole breathes, trying to steady herself, bring herself back down to earth. Waverly’s lips are against her throat, nipping and sucking on her tender flesh. “Waverly, I want to see you again.”
Waverly hums against Nicole’s skin and then bites down. Nicole moans at the sensation. She knows Waverly just marked her, and she doesn’t care at all.
When Waverly releases the skin, Nicole’s hands grip into her hips steadying her as she clears her throat and pulls away just enough to look at Waverly’s face. “I want to see you again,” she says.
“Yeah, so,” Waverly goes to lean in again to kiss Nicole.
Nicole pulls away from the kiss, “I don’t want a one night stand with you Waverly.” Nicole’s voice is strong and steady, hoping to get her point across, “I want to see you again.”
Waverly pushed back away from Nicole and stared at her for a moment before she took off away from her. She didn’t say a word, just let go of Nicole and ran up the few stairs to the front of her apartment and right into the doors leaving Nicole wordless and confused on sidewalk. Nicole waited a few minutes watching the front doors to the building hoping Waverly would come back to her, say something, anything, but when she didn’t she turned the way she came from and wiping at her lip started walking down the street. She had no idea what just happened, and she was kicking herself for letting the kiss go to far.
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It had been a couple weeks since her coffee date with Waverly. The mark Waverly left her had long since faded away. Nicole was avoiding where Waverly could possibly be during her patrols, and she gave up checking her phone for any possible missing messages that may be from Waverly.
Waverly spent her time going back and forth to work and finishing up her online classes. She found herself every night flipping Nicole’s business card through her fingers. Always going thru the memories of her times spent with the officer. She had no idea what she was doing if she honest with herself. The tall redhead never left her thoughts, she intrigued her, fascinated her, and annoyed her because all she wanted to do was see her again, but her stupid anxiety and insecurities kept her from making a certain phone call.
Then, it was her phone ringing. “No way,” she mumbled to herself as she was searching for her phone around her bed sheets. She huffed when she finally grabbed onto it to silence the ringing and look at the face, “Wynonna,” she answered.
‘Hey, baby girl,’ Wynonna’s voice was loud and cheerful, ‘how’s big city life treating you?’
Waverly looked around her small run down apartment. It wasn’t much, but it was hers and she made it on her own. She felt it to be a little ironic a year after she left Purgatory Wynonna returned and planted herself there for good. She even met a guy she’s been dating ever since, living out at the homestead with him. “Not too bad I guess, just been working. How are things with you and Doc?” Waverly asked.
‘Always good. Nothing really to complain about I guess,’ Wynonna was never much one to talk about herself during these brief conversations they would have together, ‘what about you?’
“What about me what?”
‘You know,’ Wynonna groaned, ‘it’s been awhile since I heard you ever speak about anybody.’
“And?”
‘Uh,’ Wynonna grunted, it was like pulling teeth to get Waverly to speak about her life anymore. It’s like she moved away and shut down, ‘are you seeing anybody Waverly?’
Waverly slid the officers card through her fingers, “Well I have met somebody, but I don’t know.”
Waverly told Wynonna all about Nicole, except she left out one critical detail. Namely, that she was a she.
‘So, you’re tell me you have somebody that is interested in actually getting to know you, is nice and didn’t sleaze out on you jumping into bed with you the first night,’ Wynonna scoffed. ‘I mean I get it, baby girl, it’s weird somebody not wanting to bone you and all.....’
“Wynonna!” Waverly admonished, she still was embarrassed by Wynonna’s crass sometimes.
‘Whatever Waves,’ Wynonna miffed, ‘you act like you are so innocent, and it’s obvious you are upset he didn’t take you upstairs and have his way with you.’
“Well that’s the other thing,” Waverly groaned.
‘What?’ Wynonna asked, ‘he did have his way with you? Just not upstairs?’ Wynonna continued, ‘oh my god, you did it on the street? Yeah!’
“Ok calm down Wyn,” Waverly tried to calm her sisters imagination before it went too far overboard even though she was pretty close already, “it’s not any of that.”
‘So then what is it Waves?’
“Well,” Waverly took in a deep breath, “her name is Nicole.”
There was silence over the line for what seemed like forever. Waverly couldn’t tell if Wynonna hung up, walked away from the phone, passed out, or is just....just.
‘And?’ Wynonna’s voice broke through the silence.
“What do you mean and?”
‘And what else about her?’ Wynonna tried to prod.
“I don’t know Wynonna. SHE is a cop. SHE likes me. SHE has fire red hair and beautiful brown eyes I could look into forever. SHE has a career. SHE is a SHE,” Waverly stammered.
‘And?’
“Why do you keep asking and?!?!?” Waverly screamed.
‘I’m waiting to hear why you haven’t called her, or gone on a second date with her is all,’ Wynonna said.
“What?” Waverly chuckled. She felt like Wynonna was being infuriating on purpose at this point.
‘Do you like her? If you kissed her she must be hot.’ Waverly could hear Wynonna smile thru the phone as she kept rattling off questions, ‘you should call her. Make a second date.’
“Wynonna I got to.....”
‘Go out with her baby girl,’ Wynonna interrupted before Waverly had the chance to hang up. Always running away from something that could keep her in one place. ‘She might be everything you need.’
“Love you Wynonna,” Waverly said and then hung up her phone. Waverly rolled over onto her side wrapping herself up in her blankets staring at the card that sat next to her phone now on her bed. Her finger slid over Nicole’s name stamped out on her card as her mind raced.
“What the hell,” Waverly groaned as she reached for her phone and typed out a message and then immediately erased it. “Stupid Wynonna,” she exhaled and then typed out another message and hit send before she could even think twice.
Unknown number: Hey I thought maybe I would be at the diner down the street tomorrow night after I ever off work at 1am for a late night snack and coffee. My treat. Waverly
Waverly grabbed her phone and tried to delete the message before it was read but by the time she got to her sent messages her phone was vibrating in her hand.
Officer Haught: I could possibly be at that diner at that time. 😉
“Damnit!” Waverly yelled as she grabbed her pillow and shoved her face into it.
Why is this so hard for her? This girl likes her. She likes this girl. Why? Why is this so damn hard for her? A million thoughts tearing through her mind. This was a mistake. I do not have my life together enough to be messing around with this woman. Damnit Wynonna! Damnit Waverly! Sleep was not easy to come by as her mind raced.
The next day Waverly watched the clock as she trudged through work. It felt like time was in fast forward to some big mistake she was railroading herself right into. For the first time through one of her annoying shifts of drunks, and being hit on by every intoxicated drunk that could lay hands on her she wanted time to slow down, but no, not tonight. Before she knew it was the end of her shift and it was time to head out. When she got to the diner she didn’t see the fiery redhead anywhere and she went to turn around to leave when suddenly there she was reaching for the outside door.
“I didn’t think you were coming,” Waverly shrugged.
Nicole smiled, there was that damn dimple again, “of course, I said I would be here.”
Waverly turned back towards the inside of the diner and Nicole reaches forward around her shoulder to grab the door for her. Waverly looked back and saw Nicole still smiling, “uh....thank you,” Waverly stammered.
“Of course,” Nicole kept smiling as she followed behind Waverly to a booth inside the diner. It took time, but to be honest she was just glad she was getting a second chance with this woman. Something about Waverly fascinated her.
They scooted into the booth across from each other again. They both ordered coffee and a little late night snack to nibble on as they spoke to each other.
“I was glad to hear from you,” Nicole started.
“Yeah, I’m sorry...”
“Hey, you don’t need to apologize Waves,” Nicole reaches over for her hand, “I like you. I really do. I just don’t want a one night stand. I want to be honest with you from the beginning. I want you because you want me too, and it feels right for both of us,” Nicole paused as she saw Waverly’s eyes shift towards the ground. “Hey,” Nicole squeezed her hands gently to pull her attention back to her, “is that ok?”
Waverly didn’t really know where to start, so she just started off simply, “I like you too,” she looked up into Nicole’s big brown eyes, “I’m really glad I called.”
Nicole and Waverly shared two carafes of coffee together and ordered a slice of pie that they both nibbled at together as they talked. As Nicole would speak Waverly would find her fingernails roaming over the taut muscles of Nicole’s forearms. She could feel Nicole’s muscles twitch under her touch. Nicole was so gentle with her, intertwining their fingers, pulling Waverly closer to her to place a gentle kiss on Waverly’s list as Waverly spoke about her sister Wynonna. She told Nicole how she left Purgatory to find out who she was, and then after all those years of waiting around for Wynonna she finally came back a year after Waverly took off. Nicole listened intently to everything Waverly was saying.
When the last of the late night snacks were gone and their coffee mugs were empty Nicole asked if she was ready to get out of there. This time when they walked out of the diner Waverly reached out and took Nicole’s hand as she began walking in the direction of her apartment. Outside of Waverly’s building Waverly turns to Nicole and takes a step closer.
“I want you to come upstairs,” Waverly admits.
Nicole takes a hesitant step back and looks at Waverly with her head tilted to the side, “god I want to so badly....”
“I want you to stay the night, and still be with me in the morning,” Waverly Cir her off, “and then I want to know all about you and take you somewhere other than that shitty diner.”
“I don’t know,” Nicole wrinkled her nose, “I kind of like the diner.”
Waverly stepped closer again, this time Nicole didn’t move, and Waverly moved her hands up Nicole’s arm as she leaned and kissed her. When Nicole parted her lips Waverly deepened the kiss. Suddenly, Waverly broke away taking Nicole’s hand and she turned around and started guiding her up the stairs of her building. When she entered her apartment she pulled Nicole past the door slamming it shit behind her and hastily locking all the locks. She quickly turned on Nicole and pushed her against the wall. Lips crashing into Nicole’s in a needy kiss, pulling back suddenly she turns Nicole against the wall, spreading her legs as she slid her leg between Nicole’s, her hands slowly moving down her curves.
“What are you doing Waves?” Nicole breathed, tried to turn around to face you, but Waverly pushed her harder into the wall, hands gripping her hips under her jacket keeping her still. “I’m frisking you,” Waverly smiled, her hands started moving up under her shirt gently, thumbs just at the crest of Nicole’s breast, waiting for the redheads approval to touch her.
Nicole looked down as she felt Waverly’s hand stop moving against her, her shirt bunched up at her breasts. “God,” Nicole breathed, “Waves, yes.” Waverly’s hands moved over her bra clad breasts, squeezing the globes, she can feel her nipple pebble under her touch thru the silken fabric. Waverly moaned into the side at the soft feel of Nicole’s breasts in her hands, sliding her hands to her back, and down the soft strong muscles that responded to every touch. She continued her trail, her fingertips scraping over the smooth skin until she was able to grab her ass, a gentle kiss to her back just over the hem of her jeans as her hands moved to the front, fingers sliding between Nicole’s legs. Waverly could feel her heat thru the fabric, as she pushed between her legs.
“Jesus,” Nicole moaned as she reached down and ran her hand over Waverly’s. Waverly nipped at the flesh over her hip, and then stood up quickly to turn Nicole to face her pressing her harder against the wall.
“Waves...” Nicole barely got out before Waverly had her lips on hers again. Tasting her, parting her lips, pressing and dancing with her tongue as her hands fumbled with the hem of Nicole’s shirt. Nicole tried to help Waverly with removing her clothing but Waverly grabbed onto her wrists and slammed them above her head, pushing her arms into the wall as she leaned up closer into Nicole’s mouth. So many nights of thinking about Nicole, and she was finally here, and Waverly was not going to waste a moment. She leaned back from Nicole, “don’t move,” she breathed as Waverly lifted Nicole’s shirt up and over her head. Waverly pulled down one of the cups of Nicole’s bra exposing her breast, “and no touching,” Waverly smiled as she stared at Nicole, a silent question before she moved, waiting for Nicole. When Nicole closed her eyes and shook her head yes Waverly leaned in and took the pebbled nipple into her mouth. Her hands squeezed both of Nicole’s breasts, her tongue sliding over and twirling around the tight pink nipple that was in her mouth. The sound of Nicole’s moans guiding her touch. Her teeth scraped over the nipple as her lips pulled from the sensitive skin. Nicole arched her back against the wall, she moaned as Waverly played with her breasts, the gentle then painful touch of twisting and nipping at pebbled peak soaked her panties, her legs squirming as she moaned under every teasing touch of Waverly.
Waverly fingers unbuttoned Nicole’s jeans with ease and her thumbs locked around the hem of her jeans, her tongue gliding down the curve of her breast, onto her stomach, her muscles twitching as her tongue continued its path. As she trailed down Nicole’s body she pushed her jeans down her long pale legs. She looked up her body when Waverly was down on her knees. Nicole’s perfect alabaster skin hiding her sex under blue boy shorts that hugged to her body, one breast pulled from its confines of her blue silken bra while the fabric strained over her other breast. She was flawless.
“Tell me no,” Waverly inhaled her scent as her fingers wrapped around the band of Nicole’s boy shorts.
“Please,” was all Nicole was able to muster in lust filled head. She wanted to reach out and touch Waverly, pull her into her own body, feel her against her. At that moment she felt heat press her soaked panties closer into her swollen clit. Nicole moaned and her legs warbled. She reached out for anything on the wall to hold her steady and then she felt her panties slide down her legs, and a grip steady her hips. Waverly held onto her, her hands gripping her ass to hold her in place against the wall as her tongue flattened out and slid up through Nicole’s slit, then circled around her clit before sucking it in.
“Holy fucking shit!” Nicole moaned when Waverly pulled her clit into her mouth. She looked down and saw Waverly head between her legs, her hands bracing her in place as her head moved up and down between her legs.
Nicole tasted sweet and salty, this mix of vanilla and musk that became deeper as her arousal grew. Waverly slid her tongue down back between Nicole’s lips to her entrance and pressed in, and then moved up sucking an inner lip in between her teeth.
“Unh,” Nicole moaned, her hips moving into Waverly’s face as her tongue explored every inch of growing need. “Oh fuck!” She yelled out. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Waverly Earp was in her knees eating her out, and fuck was she amazing at this.
Waverly’s hand moved around to Nicole’s pussy and using her fingers spread her open so she could fully take her clit into her mouth. Nicole’s hips pushed into Waverly’s face as she sucked on her clit. Her hips moved faster as she got closer to her impending orgasm.
“Unh,” Nicole moaned, “ holy shit Waverly,” Nicole grasped onto the wall, her grip becoming tighter as her clit was being flicked around by Waverly tongue, then sucked on and nipped at. Waverly’s other hand moved between Nicole’s legs and has her crashed harder into her face she lifted one leg over a shoulder, and then buried a finger into her entrance. Nicole cried out with the new sensation, calling Waverly’s name, “fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Waverly pushed another finger into Nicole’s entrance and as she pumped her fingers in and out to the rhythm of her tongue against her clit Waverly curved her fingers against Nicole’s front wall. Nicole’s muscles tightened, the build up in her stomach feeling like a coil about to burst. She has never experienced anything like this before in her life. “Holy shit baby,” Nicole moaned, the word baby just breaking through her desire in a garble of moans and noises of Waverly between her legs, “fuck, I’m gonna cum, holy shit!”
Waverly pulled out her fingers as she felt Nicole’s release and she moved her mouth to her entrance as she came, her juices spilling out in waves as she licked them up. When she felt Nicole relax to her touch, she finished licking around her sensitive lips, and then kissed the inside of her thigh before putting her leg down and moving up her body, her hands continuing their path up Nicole’s arms to intertwine their fingers as she leans up to kiss Nicole gently.
Nicole can taste herself on Waverly lips, against her tongue as they kissed. She pulled away from the kiss with a smirk, can I touch you now?” Nicole asked. Waverly didn’t say anything, just took her hands and began moving backwards with Nicole following. They both stopped moving at the edge of Waverly’s bed, and Nicole leaned down bringing her hand up to cup Waverly’s face and kissed her. This time when she broke the kiss she looked down at Waverly’s body, “you are wearing too many clothes baby.” Waverly smirked and raised her eyebrows and then pushed Nicole onto the bed. She landed with a bounce. Waverly pulled her white shirt up and over her head, and as she swayed her body she began humming to her own music to undress herself in front of Nicole. Her last bit of clothing she kicked off to floor and grabbed Nicole’s legs pulling her closer to the edge of the bed before climbing up and straddling herself over her lap.
“My god, you are beautiful,” Nicole breathed as one hand moved up to Waverly’s cheek and then continued up
Into her hair moving it off to the side as she pulled her in to bring their lips together. Nicole sucked in Waverly’s bottom lip, gently tugging on it, and then another gentle kiss before Waverly began kissing across Nicole’s jawline and into her neck. Waverly nipped and sucked at the skin, another moan pulling from deep inside Nicole as Waverly bit down on the sensitive flesh. “Holy god, Waves,” Nicole
moaned, “are you marking me again?”
Waverly released the skin between her lips and looked down at the redhead, “is that a problem?” Waverly questioned, “I don’t want anybody to get the wrong idea.”
“What would be the wrong idea?” Nicole asked.
“That you are not taken,” Waverly smirked, and moved her lips back over the new purple mark on Nicole’s throat, “that you’re not mine,” she whispered as her tongue tenderly moved over the mark, and then a gentle kiss.
“Am I yours?” Nicole closed her eyes and gripped into Waverly hips as Waverly rocked her hips hard into her, and then nipped at another spot on her neck. Waverly adjusted her legs between Nicole’s and began slowly rocking her wet center of Nicole’s, the sensation shooting through her body. She needed Nicole to touch her, feel her against her, inside her. Waverly pulled on the skin at Nicole’s neck until she was satisfied another mark would be left behind, “yes,” Waverly groaned as the friction built between her leg, “you’re mine.”
Nicole’s hand moved to Waverly lower back and she flipped them so she could hover over her. “My god you are so
Damn beautiful,” Nicole breathed as she looked down the brunettes naked form underneath her. Nicole slipped one leg in between Waverly’s and leaned down to kiss her as she rocked her hips against her, her leg pressing against heated core. Nicole pushed her tongue against Waverly’s lips begging for entrance, needing the kiss to deepen as her hand ran down to cup Waverly’s breast. Her fingers sliding over the hardened peak, twisting it between her fingers until Nicole swallowed a moan and Waverly arched into her touch. Nicole’s hand continued down the curve of Waverly’s stomach, her muscles flexing and twitching under touch as Nicole continued to slowly rock her pelvis into Waverly’s. Stopping at her hip, she gripped into the flesh to steady Waverly as Nicole pressed into her heat, wetness coating Nicole’s leg. Nicole broke from the kiss, “god damn you’re so wet,” and she bent her head to take her pebbled nipple into her mouth has her hand slide between them, finger teasing at her soaked entrance.
“Please fuck!” Waverly groaned against the sudden feel of Nicole. She needed her, her body was on fire under this woman’s touch. “Please!” She begged again.
Nicole rolled her tongue around Waverly’s nipple and then pulled it between her lips until she let go of the sensitive bud with a pop, her finger moved up and down her slit covering her longer digit in Waverly’s wetness. Nicole kissed and nipped at Waverly collarbone, following her neck up under ear as her finger found her clit and pressed and flicked the hardened nub. Nicole sucked in Waverly’s earlobe between her lips as Waverly moaned with this new sensation. “Please what baby?” Nicole asked, and then bit the sensitive flesh behind her ear, liking the new mark with her tongue.
“Please fuck me...” Waverly begged with a heated moan. Nicole’s finger found her entrance and slid her finger in slowly as she followed Waverly jawline with tender kisses. She pushed her finger in and out excruciatingly slowly wanting to feel Waverly’s walls squeeze and adjust to her. Nicole found Waverly’s eyes and watched her as she slid a second finger inside of her. Waverly’s back arched and her face contorted in ecstasy to Nicole being inside of her, stretching her. “Look at me,” Nicole insisted as she pulled her fingers out, and then slowly pushed them back in, curving them to press against her velvety walls.
“Please Nicole,” Waverly moaned.
“I’ll give you anything you need baby,” Nicole admitted, and leaned into a gentle kiss before deepening it. Her tongue pressed into Waverly’s as her fingers began to push into harder, Nicole’s pelvis moving with her hand, pushing her harder and deeper into Waverly.
“Unh...unh....” Waverly moaned as her own hips found Nicole’s rhythm. “Fuck....Nicole...” Waverly’s moans caused Nicole to push her hips harder into her hand, her fingers going deeper with every thrust. Nicole couldn’t get enough of feeling Waverly beneath her, her walls fluttering around her fingers as she pushed in harder to dripping center, her moans were music to her ears, she wanted to hear her scream her name. “Unh...unh....oh my god harder.....Nicole,” Waverly was getting so close. She could feel her muscles tense, her fingernails dug into Nicole’s back causing red marks she knew wouldn’t go away anytime soon.
Nicole’s thumb circled around and pressed into her clit as she pushed harder and faster into Waverly, searching for her release. Her own center riding over Waverly’s thigh. “Fuck, I want you to cum Waverly,” Nicole grunted with her thrusts, “Jesus Waves cum with me.”
Waverly rocked her hips harder into Nicole’s eager thrusts causing her thigh to grind into Nicole’s center. “Fuck Nicole I’m going to cum...holy fuck....unh”.
Both women screamed out each other’s names as they came together, their bodies shaking. Waverly spilled out her juices onto Nicole’s hand and when Nicole was able to move again she slid her fingers out of Waverly and tasted them between her lips, her tongue circling around each digit tasting Waverly. “God you taste devine baby,” she smiled and then kissed Waverly’s smile gently as she rolled over next to the petite woman wrapping her in her arms.
Waverly giggled as Nicole lightly moved her finger over her stomach, small aftershocks still racking over Waverly’s body with Nicole’s touch. “What’s so funny?” Nicole asked.
“I just never really been into being called baby...”
“I’m sorry,” Nicole apologized quickly. She didn’t mean to do something that Waverly didn’t like, or want.
“No, no,” Waverly shook her head, “I actually like it when you say it,” she smiled.
“Wow,” Nicole mused.
Waverly looked up at the redhead from her where she laid in the crook of her shoulder, her brows furrowed.
“I just didn’t think you were a big softy is all,” Nicole laughed, and before Waverly argue Nicole leaned and quieted her with a heated kiss.