"Baby, I'm so sorry," Nicole sighed into the phone. "I told Nedley to give Lonnie the night shift today, but his mom's in the hospital and he said that trumps-"
"But it's Valentine's Day," Waverly whimpered into the phone.
Nicole drug her hand over her face and groaned.
"Trust me, baby, I know. I had plans for us."
Waverly's stomach flipped. Thanks to misaligning work schedules, she hadn't seen Nicole naked in two weeks, so she had a few ideas as to what her girlfriend meant by "plans."
"I miss you," the brunette mumbled sweetly.
"I'll make it up to you tomorrow, I promise," Nicole insisted. "Just hold out for tonight."
"Mhm."
"I love you."
"I know."
"Waverly."
Waverly sighed and let a smile quirk at the corner of her lips.
"I love you too."
Hanging up, she set her phone on the ragged kitchen table and looked across from her, unsurprised to find Wynonna munching on a doughnut and making gaging faces.
"What?"
"You're so gay," Wynonna responded, licking a drop of icing from her palm unceremoniously.
"I mean, you're not wrong?" Waverly responded as she reached across the table to grab a frosted treat from the box Wynonna had set down at some point, only to have her hand smacked away with more ferocity than you'd expect from a middle-aged white woman at a Black Friday sale.
"Ow! What the hell, 'Nonna?!"
"My doughnuts."
"Whatever. Listen, Nicole's not coming over anymore tonight, so-"
"Oh, thank god!"
Waverly darkened.
"Don't you like Nicole?"
"Oh, yeah, love her," Wynonna snickered. "Just don't love the sounds of you two getting it on down the hall from where I sleep. 'Oh, Waves, oh, right there, don't stop… don't-"
"Jesus Christ, Wynonna!" Waverly shrieked, standing up and clapping her hands over her ears.
"What, you hear it almost every night."
"I don't need my own sister repeating it."
"Fair enough."
"Anyway," Waverly continued, "if you wanted to bring Dolls home tonight you can go ahead."
Wynonna grimaced.
"Oh, sorry, is it Doc this month? It's hard to keep track."
Wynonna glared.
"No, sweet sister of mine, but thank you for making me out to be a harlot. I happen to hate Valentine's Day, which should come as no surprise to you. Remember what Jimmy Price did that one year?"
Waverly groaned. "Wy, that was in fourth grade. If there was an Olympic sport for holding a grudge-"
"Okay, Waves, the day you wanna stop hating me we can be friends again."
The two snickered, knowing this was the bow that tied up their daily banter session. Waverly sighed and let a tear well in her eye, and Wynonna reached out, beckoning the younger Earp over. Plopping down in her older sister's lap, Waverly curled her head into the crook of her neck and breathed in deeply, noting the signature smell of cinnamon, sweat, and rainbow sprinkles that was oh-so Wynonna. How she had lived so long without her beloved sister, she still couldn't comprehend.
"I was really looking forward to tonight," she sniffled as Wynonna rubbed her back. "I know it seems silly, but I just haven't been with her in a while and our relationship is still pretty young and it's hard when I have to go so long without seeing her."
"I know babygirl," Wynonna cooed. "But you'll see her soon. You're not the type that people can easily avoid. And Nicole's not one who can stay away for very long. You guys are hornier for each other than Champ Hardy and Chrissy Nedley at junior prom under the bleachers."
For that the eldest Earp received a surprisingly strong punch to her arm, but she decided she would let it go.
"I love you, Wynonna."
"I love you too, Waves. Now get off of me, my legs are going numb."
Waverly rose to her feet, wiping her eyes.
"You know," the eldest Earp tried with a knowing hint in her tone, "you could always surprise Nicole at work. Unless someone calls in, all she'll be doing is sitting at her desk writing sickening sonnets to you."
Standing from her chair and picking up her box of doughnuts, the Earp Heir shot a smirk over her shoulder as she retreated to her room to finish her carb feast.
"Lots of desks in that police station that could use some good old-fashioned defiling."
And with that, she was gone, and replacing her presence was the darkest blush Waverly had ever worn.
She had work to do.
Not three hours later, just as the late night shift was beginning, Waverly burst through the doors of the Purgatory Police Department (shouldn't those have been locked?). Large gift bag in hand, she hurried through the front hall and rounded the corner that opened into the main office, glad to see Nicole was exactly where she was supposed to be. The latter, however, looked quite surprised.
"Wave, what are you doing here?" the redhead asked. "Is everything okay? Are you okay?"
"It's Valentine's Day, Nicole. I wasn't going to leave you alone."
"Sweetie, you aren't supposed to be here."
"What are you gonna do, call the cops on me?" Waverly snickered as she came around behind the desk. "You are the cops, remember?" Setting down the bag, she turned Nicole's chair towards her and slid between her legs, giggling as she felt the police officer's ankles just barely wrap instinctively around her own. "And I wanted to surprise you."
For a moment, all lusty thoughts that had been clouding Nicole's mind for the past few hours fled from her head, and all she could do was gaze at the beautiful, petite woman before her. She was in love. She was so, so, so in love, and she would die for Waverly Earp.
"I would die for you, Waverly Earp."
"You better not," Waverly purred, gripping the seated woman's chin and pulling her into a needy kiss.
And (of course), just like that, the thoughts were back and within an instant heat was pooling at the bottom of Nicole's stomach as her girlfriend proceeded to administer all sorts of unholy ministrations. She licked the edges of Nicole's reddened mouth, bit the swell of her plump lower lip, scratched her nails along toned biceps in a way that drove Nicole wild. But just as Nicole began to reach for the zipper of high-waisted jeans, the little minx had the nerve to pull away.
"Not yet," Waverly purred, her fingertips dancing over Nicole's sensitive neck, loving the feeling of the delicate muscles jumping underneath her touch. "I have something first."
"Waverly," Nicole husked breathlessly, the throbbing between her legs intensifying.
"Shhh, my love. In good time."
Waverly had never called her 'my love,' before, and it seemed a good deal more serious than the other pet names they had tried on each other, so Nicole shut her mouth and willed the blood to stop rushing to the apex of her legs.
"I'm listening."
Waverly picked the bag up and set it on the desk between them.
"There is an order to the gifts, so I'm gonna open it for you, is that okay?"
Nicole was more than happy to sit back and watch the beautiful bartender do all the work, so she nodded and Waverly began to unpack the contents.
The first thing she pulled out was a takeout container of mashed potatoes, a garden salad, luxurious green beans, and a small chocolate lava cake, followed by a bottle of wine.
"Since we had to cancel our reservation at Gustavo's," she explained, and Nicole kissed her cheek.
Next, she pulled out a delicate picture frame holding their first picture as a couple together, Waverly wrapped up in Nicole's arms from behind, both sporting ear-splitting grins.
"So you'll always think of me when you're at your desk."
"As if I need a reminder to think of you," Nicole mumbled, kissing her other cheek. "But it's perfect."
And finally, Waverly extracted a black velvet box about the length of her forearm (which, all things considered, wasn't too terribly long). Handing it to Nicole, she blushed a little.
"And what is this, Mademoiselle Earp?"
"Open it," was the brunette's earnest reply, and so Nicole did.
Inside was a golden locket in the shape of a heart.
"Oh, Waverly…"
"Open it," Waverly prompted sweetly, eagerly, and Nicole did, revealing their most recent picture, with Calamity Jane curled up in Waverly's lap. Inside of the locket and framing the image in gentle cursive was an inscription:
"Where you go, I go - and as long as you want me, I will be by your side."
"Baby-"
"Do you like it?" Waverly interrupted nervously.
"I love it," Nicole responded. "And I love you. God, what did I do to deserve you?"
Letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding, Waverly wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's neck and squeezed.
"You're perfect, Nicole, I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you."
Holding her for a moment, Nicole suddenly felt the presence of the box in her very own pocket and remembered that she had a surprise for Waverly, too.
"I also got you something, but it isn't nearly as extravagant as all of this."
"Whatever it is, I'm sure it's perfect," Waverly soothed, smoothing her thumbs over Nicole's cheeks and leaning in for a loving peck.
Nicole let her left hand linger on Waverly's hip, but reached into her pocket to produce another velvet box, this one roughly the size of a fist.
"Do I open it?" Waverly asked, looking up with wide eyes.
"Of course, silly."
So she did, and found inside a necklace holding two charms: a heart complete with a lock hole and a key that actually fit inside. Nicole smiled gently, cupping Waverly's cheek.
"Waverly, I love you more than I can possibly express. My favorite mornings are the ones that I get to wake up next to you. I hated green tea until you first made it for me. I never thought I would eat vegan ice cream, but goddammit, here we are."
Waverly giggled as Nicole removed the necklace from its box and placed it around her slender neck.
"You have shown me what it means to love and to sacrifice and that there is always something good in every day. I don't know what I would do without you now that you're in my life, and I don't want to ever find out. I know it's a little cheesy to do this on Valentine's Day, but…"
Nicole took the "empty" box back in her hands and lifted the velvet cushion to reveal another chamber within, where a battered, bronze key held residence.
"Will you move in with me?"
Battling the initial shock that tempted her jaw to go slack, Waverly smiled at her girlfriend and reached inside of the box, taking the key out. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out her keys and snapped the newest addition onto the bunch.
"If I didn't have plans for us tonight, I'd start packing right now."
"So that's a yes then? You will?" Nicole asked through a massive grin.
"I will!"
Surging forward, Nicole sealed their lips together. Waverly let out a little noise of surprise, the sound muffled by lips.
"I can't wait. Oh my god, I can't wait!" Waverly giggled between kisses endearingly. "We're gonna be roommates."
"Are we still called roommates if we're dating?" Nicole teased, squeezing the toned area of Waverly's Adonis belt. The latter pouted.
"You know, I don't have to give you the rest of your Valentine's Day present," she muttered. Nicole's ears perked.
"There's more?"
Waverly smiled sweetly, letting her hands slide up Nicole's arms, across her shoulders, along her neck, and finally find residence in her hair. She knotted her fingers in the red locks she found there and squeezed, just barely tugging at the soft tendrils. Nicole let out a muffled whimper.
"Baby, you ain't seen nothin' yet."
Pulling Nicole back in for a heated, open-mouthed kiss, Waverly slowly but deliberately climbed onto the officer's lap to straddle her.
"I've missed this," Nicole grunted, as Waverly's fingers danced across her collarbone and pawed at her breast. "You don't know how much-"
"I don't know how much you missed it?" Waverly asked incredulously. "That's really funny, Nicole."
"Shut up and kiss me, Waverly."
Waverly nipped at the tip of Nicole's nose and squirmed on top of her - fuck, Nicole could feel how warm she was even through the jeans.
"Why don't you make me?"
Something flickered in Nicole's eye, and for a moment Waverly wasn't positive she had said the right thing. But then Nicole's hands were on her ass, squeezing tightly, and Waverly's eyes rolled back in her head and her entire body arched into the touch.
"God-"
And Nicole was standing, lifting Waverly up as the smaller woman wrapped strong legs around strong hips. After a few steps and the brief sensation of falling, Waverly realized Nicole's intentions when her back came in contact with the dark mahogany surface of the front desk.
"I would never make you do anything you didn't already want to, Waverly," Nicole husked, leaning over the shuddering youngest Earp. "Are you sure you want to do this here?"
As sexy as this all was, Waverly's heart melted a little at Nicole's self-control and ability to always seek out consent before trying anything new. And while this was their first time trying anything in a public place, Waverly was positive no one would be coming in, and at this point there was no way she could possibly slow down.
"I do, I really do. I really fucking do."
Waverly didn't swear often (not with real swear words, at least), and it was then Nicole realized how far down the rabbit hole they had fallen. So she smiled and trailed her hands down Waverly's chest, sternum, belly, and let them catch at the fabric that was tucked into her waistband.
"I was hoping you'd say that."
Smoothly untucking the shirt, Nicole unbuttoned each button as slowly as she could, willing the suspense to build even stronger. Waverly was already squirming, and no clothing had even been shed yet.
"Be patient," she whispered, breath ghosting over Waverly's neck. "I've got you, Waves. I've got you."
"Can you 'have' me a little faster, then?" Waverly whimpered, hips bucking up to meet Nicole's. Nicole groaned.
"You're making this really hard, baby."
"Making what hard?"
Nicole hooked her hand under Waverly's chin, tilting the younger girl's face up to meet hers while cocking her own to the side.
"Unraveling you as slowly as I can."
Waverly felt a dip in her stomach, knotting at the apex of her legs, begin a steady and rapid thrumming. One of Nicole's legs slid between her own and Waverly hooked her knee around a belt-clad hip, hips grinding to seek some sort of friction. Nicole tsked.
"Don't move," she instructed, but ground her hips down all the same, forcing Waverly's mouth open and her head back.
"Nicole…"
Swift fingers found the jeans' button at Waverly's navel and slowly undid, it, pressing knuckles underneath her belly button. Waverly's legs squeezed the body between them tightly.
"The zipper, Nicole."
Nicole nuzzled Waverly's neck with her nose and found the zipper, holding it between her thumb and forefinger, fiddling and fingering it.
"This zipper?"
"Baby."
Nicole pulled down, slowly unzipping each individual tooth, both women's breath hitching as the redhead's hand arrived between their centers.
"You're warm," Nicole purred. "So warm." In chilly mid-February, Waverly was the only heater Nicole wanted.
"Put your hand down my pants right this second or I'll explode."
Nicole smirked and kissed her beloved sweetly, so sweetly that Waverly was knocked off guard, distracted momentarily from the fingers that were so close to where she wanted them. So distracted, in fact, that she gasped in total surprise as the pad of Nicole's middle finger found her swollen bundle of nerves through her panties.
"Oh, god," she husked. "Oh god, Nicole."
"You're soaked," the deputy hummed. "Absolutely soaked. Do you even need me to get under there?"
"Yes!" Waverly replied too quickly. "God, yes."
"What do we say?" Nicole pressed with her words as well as with her fingertips, swirling sweet images into Waverly's clit.
"P- Please, fuck."
And Nicole's hand moved up, dipped under the elastic of the useless panties, reaching through curls and pushing towards Waverly's aching, dripping heat, and then…
The phone rang.
Nicole's movements halted, and Waverly's hips involuntarily bucked, seeking the fingers that had so nearly been hers.
"Nicole…"
Nicole stayed frozen, however, apparently engaged in mental warfare. On the one hand, there was her job. The citizens of Purgatory in need of protection and the promise of becoming sheriff, should she continue to impress Nedley. On the other hand (literally), there was Waverly.
Nicole knew what had to be done.
"I'm so sorry, baby," she whispered, extracting her hand and leaning in to kiss Waverly. "Something could be really wrong."
Waverly sighed as the warmth of Nicole was lifted away, but she understood.
"I get it. I'm dating a cop now, you go where the danger is. Even when your sexy girlfriend is writhing underneath you."
Nicole glared.
"Listen, I know you're upset, but I promise you this was the last thing I wanted to happen while I was fucking you on my desk."
Waverly shuddered at the absolutely delicious way the words 'fucking you' had rolled off of her girlfriend's tongue as Nicole picked up the interrupting phone.
"Purgatory Police Department, Deputy Sheriff Haught speaking."
Waverly shut her eyes tightly and squeezed her legs together, willing the ache between her legs to go away. Nicole was listening to whatever terribly-timed incident was being reported, strumming her hands on the desk.
If only the person on the other line knew what those fingers were about to do, perhaps they wouldn't have called right away.
"Alright, and what's the address?" Nicole asked.
Waverly rolled her eyes as the muffled voice answered. She'd visited the PPD many a time and knew each and every phone scenario script by heart. Whatever this "emergency" was, it definitely could have waited until morning.
"Thank you, Ms. Andrews, we'll have a deputy down there in just a few minutes. All right, you take care."
Nicole hung the phone up and sighed, looking down at Waverly (still on her back on the desk, though legs not nearly as spread as they had been just a moment ago). Though her heart leapt into her throat to see her girlfriend in such a position - flushed cheeks, swollen lips, blown out hair, and body practically vibrating - she willed her job to come first.
"Cat stuck under the front porch," Nicole grumbled, reaching for her uniform jacket and stetson. "I can be back in thirty minutes."
"No way!" Waverly insisted, sitting up. "It's Valentine's Day, I'm coming with you."
Nicole wasn't exactly allowed to take citizens on patrol, but then again, she also wasn't supposed to fuck them on the front desk like she was just about to do. Besides, Waverly had come on a few car rides before on official BBD business, which was typically the only explanation Nedley needed. Still, she sighed and stepped close to Waverly, wrapping the girl up in her arms from behind.
"Come on, baby," Nicole tried. "Wouldn't it be so nice to wait here while I take care of the tedious stuff and warm-up for what's gonna come later?"
"I'm already plenty warmed up, and if you leave me alone the 'coming' is gonna come a lot sooner than later."
Nicole's brain short-circuited for a moment at the image that flashed in her head, but she shook the thoughts out as quickly as they'd entered. Deciding she'd much rather be one unraveling Waverly than leaving the brunette to her own devices, Nicole kissed the hollow just behind her girlfriend's ear.
"Okay then," she breathed against the shell of her ear. "You can come with me." Pressing open-mouthed kisses down the side of her neck and then back up it, she added "but no funny business," sealing it with a rather rough bite to the earlobe.
Waverly moaned, arching her back against Nicole's front and reaching behind herself to grip at the red curls at the nape of Nicole's neck.
"Are you sure we can't just t- take care of this now and save that damned cat in an hour or two?"
Nicole's hands splayed across Waverly's belly and squeezed at the taught muscles she found as she pressed one more kiss to Waverly's cheek and pulled away completely.
"Positive. Come on, Earp."
Waverly was gasping and glaring daggers into Nicole's soul as she hopped onto her feet and buttoned her blouse back up.
"You are in so much trouble, Nicole Haught."
The officer grinned as she placed her stetson on her head and smirked with the same energy she'd brought into Shorty's Bar all those months ago.
"God, I hope so."
Mr. Whiskers wasn't even trapped under the porch, he had just crawled underneath to escape Ms. Andrews and her damned cat hair brush.
Waverly had watched from the heated cruiser while Nicole stooped underneath the porch (showcasing her glorious ass, at least there was that) and drug the poor creature out from his hiding spot. After a few shared words with Ms. Andrews and a packet of paperwork that had to be filled out since the PPD was called after hours, the officer sighed and trekked back towards her cruiser and her expectant girlfriend while Ms. Andrews and Mr. Whiskers made their way inside.
"I'm so sorry again," Nicole sighed. "I know that this was supposed to be our night, I'll make sure Nedley gives me-"
But Waverly was already in her lap, knees on either side of Nicole's thighs, hot mouth on hers.
"Fuck," Nicole muttered. "Waverly-"
"Shhh," Waverly commanded, feeling around for the reclining lever on the side of the seat before grabbing hold of it and yanking, the pair falling back into a horizontal position.
"Wh- Waverly, here?" Nicole asked as the girl in question kissed along a sharp jawline. "What if-"
"Nicole."
Waverly drew back just enough so Nicole could look into her eyes, and what the redhead found there stole her breath. Waverly was flushed all over, gasping for breath, and in need of release. So, finding her resolve, Nicole reached up to grab a fistful for her girlfriend's hair, tugging her down and crushing their lips and bodies together again.
Waverly responded eagerly, finally allowing her hips to grind down on her girlfriends, at which they both moaned. Deciding she wanted more, she rolled her hips again, and again, and began a steady rhythm which Nicole began to match.
There was a wetness collecting between the two that was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. The heavy petting was nice, certainly, but Nicole was beginning to grow tired of the cotton rubbing against her center, wishing instead for the softness of Waverly's skin.
"C- Can you…" Nicole stammered, discovering the words weren't coming to her as easily as they typically would. "I want…"
Waverly grinned against her lips and brought a hand between them, tugging at the utility belt she found there.
"This?"
"Uh… uh-huh."
Waverly nodded her hand knowingly, unbuckling the belt and letting it fall back in the seat, and reached up with her left hand to squeeze Nicole's tender breast.
Nicole arched into the touch and pulled away from Waverly's lips briefly, letting her head fall back in a silent groan.
"Is this what you want?" Waverly asked, rubbing continuously through Nicole's bra and uniform button-down.
"No," Nicole shuddered. "Well, yes, but-"
Waverly reached under the bra, pawing at the warm skin she found there, and let her thumb graze against a perky nipple. This time Nicole's groan wasn't silent, and the breath she drew back in to replace it was ragged and sharp.
"That's it," the redhead nodded as she finally found her voice again. Arching her hips up to meet Waverly's, she realized there were still far too many layers on the two of them - as many as they had started with, to be exact. Tugging at Waverly's blouse, she pulled away for just a moment to speak.
"Off."
Smirking down at her girlfriend, Waverly undid her buttons slowly, all the while maintaining eye contact and grinding down on Nicole (which was almost enough to undo the officer on its own). Sliding the garment down her shoulders and off of her body, she fell back down to the redhead to snatch her lips up in another kiss. She shifted a little, letting one leg fall between Nicole's. Nicole's hips instinctively bucked against Waverly's toned thigh as she slipped her own leg between the brunette's. Shifting into the new position, both women sighed against each other.
"I want you to cum for me," Waverly husked, finally unbuttoning the unruly khakis and toying with the waistband of Nicole's panties. "I want you to cum so hard you see stars."
Nicole was typically the aggressor, but neither of them minded the push and pull of dominance within their sex life. After a hard week, in fact, Nicole loved sitting back and letting Waverly take control. So she decided to do just that.
"Maybe you should make me," Nicole growled, and that was enough for Waverly. Slipping her fingers past the cotton briefs, tanned fingers found drenched folds, sliding through them seamlessly. Nicole grunted.
"You're so wet, baby," Waverly purred, loving the silkiness that was Nicole.
"Your fault," the redhead responded, concentrating hard on what her girlfriend was doing.
Moving through the wetness of her folds, Waverly wetted her fingers significantly before moving the pad of her thumb up to Nicole's clit and gently flicking the bundle of nerves found there. Nicole's hips, which had been grinding up, failed for just a moment in response.
"That's it," Nicole urged, finding a rhythm again and attempting to rub herself harder against Waverly's ministrations than the brunette was allowing.
"Nu-uh," she scolded. "Let me."
As her thumb continued to trace elegant shapes into Nicole, Waverly slid two fingers into a welcoming entrance, and Nicole already saw stars.
"Jesus fuck, Waves, that's incredible."
"Yeah?" Waverly asked eagerly. Even after these first few months, she was always so ecstatic when she discovered something that Nicole enjoyed.
Nicole smiled and reached up to cup Waverly's cheek.
"You're doing great, baby."
Sporting her newfound confidence, Waverly curled two fingers inside of Nicole while circling her clit, grinding down on a khaki-clad thigh to seek some relief of her own. Nicole noticed this and reached between their bodies, surprising both of them as she quickly slipped two fingers inside of the youngest Earp. Waverly jolted, halting her movement within Nicole for just a moment, before grinning down and plastering their lips together and curling her fingers once more.
They stayed like that, pushing and pulling, clenching and releasing, until they came undone together in a fit of gasps and soft murmurs of each other's names. It was magical, in fact, and the best damned Valentine's Day Waverly had ever celebrated, which she stated repeatedly into Nicole's neck when they lay in the cruiser, catching their breath. After the fact, Nicole had driven Waverly back to the Homestead with the promise that they would spend the entirety of the next night together.
Wynonna, still awake despite the early morning hour, said nothing as Waverly walked in, bow-legged, through the front door, which Waverly was grateful for. The eldest Earp, couldn't, however, resist at least one smart comment when Waverly couldn't even make it down the stairs to the breakfast table the next morning.
"She must've really jellied your doughnut, babygirl."
Waverly punched her arm.