A/N: So a good response to this fic so far! So glad I didn't scare y'all off!
This chapter is less gross, but very much still real life.
Enjoy!
Dinner eaten and babies put down for bed, Waverly stripped her clothes with little ceremony, pulled her hair out of its bun, and crawled under the hot water of the shower. She let out a contended sigh as the water hit her hair, soaking it quickly to the scalp.
"Sounds divine," Nicole said, and Waverly looked up, through the glass, to see her wife standing at the bathroom door.
"You could have a little divinity, too, if you join me," Waverly said, smiling.
Nicole's smile, with that dimple, lit up her face. Waverly watched, intrigued, as Nicole began to shed her clothes, also with very little ceremony. They didn't need it anymore. Their bodies were comfortable.
Not that Waverly didn't admire the view. She'd never get tired of it.
"You're staring," Nicole teased as she stepped into the shower. They'd put in an overly large shower when they bought and renovated the house just so they could be sure to always shower together if they wanted. It had been particularly useful when Waverly had been pregnant – Nicole had washed her feet every morning once Waverly could no longer reach without falling over.
Waverly smiled and turned, looking over her shoulder. "Can you blame me? Officer?"
Okay, so her desire hadn't completely subsided. That was a rather familiar roleplay of their.
Nicole raised a brow. "Oh?" She reached out, and Waverly delighted in the feeling of the other woman's hands sliding around her hips before reeling her in.
It had taken her some time to not be self-conscious when Nicole went anywhere near her hipbones and belly. Her hipbones could be found, yes, but they were covered by loose skin that could be taken hold of and stretched out like elastic. Her skin had stretched so severely in pregnancy that even now it looked like she was covered in silver tiger stripes, deep pits of stretched skin that would never go back to normal. Indeed, it had stretched so far so quickly that she had lost a lot of sensation on the surface of the skin near the end of the pregnancy.
Now, though, she was accustomed to allowing Nicole to touch her, to caress her, to lay her palms flat over her hips while pressing her fingers around hipbones and reeling her in. Warm skin pressed against her back, into her ass, both places also stretched wide by pregnancy, forever altered by their beautiful children.
"I see you're still rarin' to go?" Nicole breathed in her ear, sending goose bumps down Waverly's side.
"I could be persuaded," Waverly hedged, looking back and up into Nicole's face. "Could you?" No need to play coy like she did when they first got together.
Nicole closed her eyes and leaned her head down, resting her chin on Waverly's shoulder. "I bet I could. It's been a long day and I need a major shift in gears, though."
Waverly nodded. "Yeah." She reached for the body wash and the shower pouf. "May I?"
Nicole smiled and nodded, and they switched places. Wordlessly, Nicole began to wash her hair, while Waverly lathered up Nicole's back, allowing her eyes to follow the path of her hands. She pressed lightly, looking for knots and spots of tension, rubbing them gently before moving on.
"Oh, baby, that feels good," Nicole said, barely heard over the water. Her hair was washed and conditioned now, but she hadn't yet turned to finish soaping up the rest of her body, enjoying Waverly's impromptu massage too much.
Waverly smiled, almost a smirk, and continued, kneading down Nicole's back until she hit the top of the beautiful cleft of her buttocks. She strayed for a quick grope before allowing one hand to move around Nicole's hip, her fingers sliding smoothly over the skin above her dark thatch of pubic hair. Nicole let out an audible gasp, pressing back into Waverly.
"Waverly," she said, half admonishment, half gasp of pleasure.
"Yeah?" Waverly could still pull off the innocent question, like she didn't know what she might be doing wrong. At least, she liked to think so. Her fingers trailed into that swirl of hair, stopping only when a strong hand gripped her wrist.
"As sexy as this is," Nicole said, and turned, smiling down at her. "I think I'll do that part." She leaned over and offered her lips, and Waverly met her, kissing her lightly, lips touching gently, like they were both too hot and each needed to sip this drink before truly taking a hearty swig.
Waverly grinned as they parted, then turned, allowing Nicole the privacy to do the entirely unsexy dance of finishing washing all the crevices. Less than a minute passed, and Nicole's hands were on her shoulders, turning her around once more.
"Finish your shower," she said, and Waverly's heart sped up. "I'll meet you in the bedroom."
Keeping herself from hopping in place, Waverly grinned. "Yes sir, Officer Haught."
Nicole's eyes flashed, and she gave a playful smack to Waverly's butt before exiting the shower and wrapping herself in a towel. "I'll get the cuffs," she said on her way out.
Heart pounding in anticipation, Waverly set about completing one of the shortest showers of her life.
Nicole went to the locked chest they kept in the closet. She knew one day they'd really need the lock – curious kids got into anything they could – but for now it was locked mostly to keep up the habit. Fishing inside, she found the leather cuffs with the Velcro fastenings, a grin spreading across her face. Her heart gave a single pounding beat, followed quickly by a pulse between her legs. Yes, yes, she could definitely give up some sleep in order to cuff Waverly to the bed, on her stomach, and use their sadly neglected strap on.
She put the cuffs on top of the dresser and moved to her drawer, pulling out the sexiest pair of boxer-briefs she owned – black and sleek and made for a woman's curves, hugging all the right places. She pulled them on, then took up the cuffs again and attempted to arrange herself sexily on the bed.
She was more butch than femme most days, though she was happy to rock a little makeup and a sexy dress on occasion. Underwear, though, she preferred in men's cuts. But a stray comment by an ex girlfriend in college had her convinced she looked terrible in men's underwear. It didn't stop her preference for the comfort, though, so she wore it whenever she wasn't going to get laid.
Waverly had quickly rid her of the idea that the favored, comfortable underwear was not sexy, however, so now it was all she owned. This pair, though, was relatively new and not frayed at the edges, nor wash it washed out from too many trips through the washing machine.
I really need to get new underwear if I have frayed pairs and sex pairs.
She settled in, pulling up erotica on her phone. No sense in not getting in the mood a little more, right? She pulled up a favorite, settling in to read until Waverly was done. Except she was exhausted and she already knew what happened and the bed was really comfortable.
The next thing she knew, Waverly was poking her shoulder, and she started awake.
"Whazzat?" Nicole blinked up at her wife, who looked equal parts amused and frustrated.
"Fell asleep on the job?" Waverly said, lifting her own eyebrow.
Nicole pushed herself up on her elbows, shaking her head a little to clear it. She could feel that her hair was sticking to the side of her face, not yet dry. She no longer pulsed between her legs, and unlocking her phone, she saw that she'd barely made it a paragraph in to her erotica before surrendering to the lull of a comfortable bed and being way too tired to function.
"Oof, I'm sorry, baby. But I can still get there," she said, turning pleading eyes up at Waverly.
The other woman smiled, still looking disappointed, but not frustrated. "It's all right. I could use the sleep, too."
Nicole was secretly relieved. It took so long to get there when she started from a dead sleep like this. It was why morning sex was typically off the table these days: they simply did not have the time.
"Are you sure?" she asked anyway, brandishing the cuffs. "I could do you, at least?"
Waverly shook her head. "I want all of you," she said. "When the time is right."
"We just need to find it," Nicole mused, shaking her head. She looked back up to meet Waverly's gaze. "If you're sure, then yeah I could really use the sleep. Early shift tomorrow."
Waverly nodded. "I'll be fine." She sat on the edge of the bed once Nicole scooted to her own side, letting her long hair out of the towel holding it above her head. Working a brush through it, she began to hum to herself. Nicole watched quietly, a small smile tugging at her lips.
That was her wife, her Waverly, sitting there on the edge of the bed they had shared for five years now. They'd been through hell and back together, along with the family they'd found in Xavier, Doc, and Jeremy. The fact that they could do such simple things as take showers and brush their hair while their children slept fifteen feet away was a miracle all its own. The fact she could turn down an opportunity for sex – because she knew another would come around soon – was also its own miracle. And weird as it might seem, she reveled in that ability.
A baby wail interrupted her thoughts, and she groaned, burying her face in a pillow. Waverly froze mid-brush, looking over her shoulder to Nicole. They were both clearly hoping they didn't have to be the one to get up and deal with the unhappy baby.
After two endless seconds, Nicole said, "I'll get it. You finish brushing your hair."
"Okay, baby," Waverly said, continuing the brush's halted stroke. "Let me know if you need me.
Nicole nodded, pulled on an undershirt – these were now just regular underwear, no longer to have a dildo strapped over them for ultimate sexiness – and stalked down the hallway.
Inside the nursery, she found Elizabeth standing in her crib, snot and tears running down her face. Julia, their heavier sleeper, lay panting little baby breaths, unperturbed by her sister's cries. Picking the baby up, Nicole sat in the big rocking recliner with a warm quilt and rocked with the baby.
They spent the whole night cuddled together in that big leather chair. And while her back and neck would be mad at her the next day for it, Nicole recognized the small miracle being able to do this was, too.
And she was grateful that at least the opportunity for sexual connection with her wife had already come and gone before the baby had started crying.
