"Why don't you make me?"
Waverly saw bright brown eyes sparkle with a playful challenge. Glancing down, Nicole's soft lips pulled back as she smiled; the same smile that had taken her breath away during that first meeting in Shorty's. Confidence had radiated off the new, young officer as she flirted in the empty bar. It was that smile and confidence that had pulled Waverly in so rapidly that she knew she was a goner as she blushed at the sight of a business card.
She'd already admitted that it wasn't easy to be brazen around Nicole, and since she'd already thrown caution to the wind, Waverly quickly gathered her courage once more and leaned forward to accept the challenge she'd been presented with.
Kissing Nicole was so much different than Champ; her lips were soft and the woman was a mixture of gentle and dominating as the redhead took control of their positioning. Waverly felt a momentary surge of fear as Nicole laid her back on Nedley's couch. It was only once she felt the woman's lips on hers again that the feeling dissipated.
Nails scraped over the fabric covering her hip causing warmth to settle in her stomach as her left hand found the back of Nicole's braid, making sure that she couldn't move too far away as Waverly also hoisted her leg over the officer's hip. Her breath hitched as weight covered her body; a comfortable portion that belonged to a body that seemed to mold to her own like a puzzle piece firing snuggling into a neighboring piece.
Nicole ran her finger over Waverly's lip, tenderly caressing her; Champ had never made her feel as important as she felt in that moment. The smile that broke on Nicole's face made her smile in return; that smile made her heart skip and her stomach flutter. It was definitely her Kryptonite. Waverly pulled her forward again, capturing her now slightly swollen lips into another heated kiss.
It took another few passionate, short kisses before Waverly was brought back to reality. A combination of Nicole's fingernails finding the half-inch gap between her undershirt and the hem of her pants, as well as the warm moisture of Nicole's tongue making contact with her bottom lip had the younger Earp pulling away.
"Wait, wait." Waverly cried breathily.
Instantly the weight of Nicole was missing from her chest. Swallowing hard, she lifted her gaze to find that Nicole had put roughly six inches between them, her left hand still lying against the smaller girl's waist.
"I'm sorry. Sorry, I-" Nicole moved only a fraction before Waverly placed her fingers on either side of her jaw, kissing her softly once more.
"Don't," Waverly whispered, finding Nicole's eyes once more. "I should be the one who's sorry. Yesterday-"
Nicole shook her head, leaning back, moving more of her weight off of the smaller girl. Waverly let her leg fall slightly as Nicole sat, yet it remained over the girl's knee as she hoisted her back off the couch.
"No, yesterday I tried to-"
Nicole again shook her head gently, moving her hand to grip the thigh across her leg. "It's okay, Wave. I get it." She smiled lightly, "I mean, I remember stumbling over my tongue the first time I tried to admit it as well."
Waverly let out a breath she hadn't been aware was caught in her throat. She had replay their conversation over in her head a hundred times since the previous afternoon.
"You're right; it is different for you." Nicole spoke softly. "I didn't mean to… I took my own frustration out on you; I'm sorry."
"Frustration?"
Nicole rolled her eyes, glancing around the room. "Nedley made me redo my report on getting kidnapped; he questioned my being here and," She paused briefly. "I mean, how am I supposed to tell my boss that I like it here so much because of one very beautiful, feisty Earp girl?"
A shock went through her body at Nicole's words, "Oh, no. No, no, we can't- We can't tell anybody."
She wasn't entirely sure what she had expected Nicole's reaction to be; it certainly wasn't a soft smile, a comforting hand against her elbow or a warm gaze. "Wave, it's okay. I get it."
"I'm not ready," Waverly spoke, her heart racing wildly at the thought of Purgatory knowing something else about her, something so private.
"It's alright; I'll be right here when you are ready." Nicole laid her hand against Waverly's cheek.
Waverly felt her body relax once more; even such a simple gesture from the older woman had already made her wonder exactly what spell Nicole had put over her. Whatever it was, she liked it.