I own nothing. This story is written by GI_Jane1 from /works/19836187/chapters/46970650
Waverly hummed to herself quietly as she finished getting ready. Thursday nights were now date nights in the Earp house. She had worked this agreement out with Wynonna a few weeks ago to prevent any more unexpected interruptions from occurring by her older sister. From now on, the Thursday night rule consisted of Wynonna staying as far away from the homestead as possible, leaving her and Nicole the house to themselves to do as they pleased. Although she was so grateful to share the homestead with Wynonna, sometimes she just really wanted to be with her girlfriend without the fear of Wy interrupting them at any given moment.
Wow, there were way too many of those moments, she thought to herself as a warm blush rose to her cheeks.
The small brunette looked herself over in the mirror, smoothing out her pink shimmery lip gloss and tousling her hair into place. She couldn't wait to have a night out at Shorty's, dancing and drinking with her hot girlfriend. She felt extremely bubbly and confident in her tight black pencil skirt and form fitting pink crop top, exposing just enough of her abs to hopefully drive Nicole wild. She heard the doorbell ring and gave herself one last approving look in the mirror.
Nicole is going to have a hard time keeping her hands off me.
Waverly's jaw dropped as she opened the door, all but forgetting the pep talk she just gave herself. Her eyes devoured her girlfriend's tall frame, loving every detail that appeared in front of her. The flaming haired woman who stood before her had on fashionable leather boots, slim fit khaki pants that accentuated her curves nicely, a white button down rolled up to reveal pale muscular forearms and unbuttoned just slightly, and burgundy suspenders that tied the color of her hair, eyes, and boots together. Lost in thought at the sight of her stud of a girlfriend, she didn't even notice the flowers being held out to her.
"These are for you, pretty lady. Thanks for letting me take you out tonight" Nicole gushed proudly with a tender expression on her face.
Waverly squealed at the romantic gesture and grabbed them from her, granting Nicole a chaste kiss on the lips to say thank you. She watched Nicole blush from the kiss and noticed brown eyes gaze downwards to her ass as she turned to put the flowers in an empty vase by the door. Adding in an extra swing of her hips for good measure, she marveled at how the feeling of being ogled by the red head never grew tiring or dull.
"Hey Waves, I know I was supposed to drive us but when is the last time the both of us were tipsy and reckless together?" Nicole asked, giving her best dimpled smile. "It has been far too long since we just cut loose with no expectations for the night or strings attached. So tonight, we drink, you show me up with your dance moves, and we just focus on having fun. You think you can handle that, baby girl?"
Waverly's heart sang at the gesture, but she quickly pulled herself together to offer a witty retort. "Nicole Haught, you are in big trouble now. I think you forget that I am an Earp and can drink you under the table." A newfound fire began to burn in her eyes, she was never one to back down from a good competition.
"We'll see about that, little lady" the red head chuckled in response. To Waverly's surprise, she was not leading her outside but instead, back into the homestead's kitchen.
"Nic, baby what are we doing?" She asked as she watched Nicole flutter about the kitchen with ease.
"Shhhh…." She giggled to Waverly with a shimmer in her eye, "don't tell Wy I know where she keeps her booze." She pulled out two glasses and Wynonna's hidden bottle of whiskey from deep inside a kitchen cabinet and gave each of them a generous pour. They raised their glasses to toast one another and their agreement to forget about all the revenant drama from the past few months.
Three shots later, the couple could feel a warmness rising in their cheeks from the alcohol, deeming their quick pregame a success. As a cab was heard pulling up outside, Nicole quickly and very carefully hid any evidence linking them back to Wynonna's now dwindling stock of whiskey. The petite brunette felt a warm hand squeeze her own, pulling her gently out the front door. "Come on my love, our chariot awaits."
Waverly giggled at the statement and allowed her girlfriend to usher her towards the cab. "Such a gentleman" she teased as they clambered into the back of the cab and rode off towards Shorty's.
"I don't know if you will be calling me that by the end of the night, especially with you in this outfit and how handsy you get when you're drunk." The red head let out a low whistle, taking in Waverly from head to toe.
"Maybe I won't be needing a gentleman by the end of the night" she whispered back seductively in Nicole's ear. She felt Nicole's breath hitch immediately as a nervous giggle escaped the red head's lips. "Also, need I remind you what you are like when you drink Tequila, Officer Haught?"
"Okay, okay, I think we can both agree we can't keep our hands off of each other when we are sober, much less when alcohol is involved." Nicole stated, raising her hands up in defeat.
They traveled the rest of the way in a comfortable silence, cuddled up together in the back seat and hearts pounding with excitement at the night to come. Upon reaching their destination, Nicole paid the cab fare and with her southern charm still full on display, escorted Waverly proudly out of the cab and into the bar.
Shorty's was packed thanks to a visiting DJ, drawing in a large crowd of eager Purgatorians ready to dance and let loose from the small-town status quo. The tall red head held the brunette's hand with a firm grasp and weaved their way in and out of the crowd towards two empty seats at the bar. They sat there for a few minutes, observing the scene and tipsily bobbing to the music.
As she looked around, Waverly was instantly struck by the woman across the bar serving drinks. The bar maid's shirt clung to the beautiful curves of her chest and toned abs. As she reached up to pull the beer tap lever down to fill up a pint, her shirt rode up. The newly revealed skin was tan and smooth. Waverly was in awe with how feminine and soft she looked. Waverly continued to look on as the woman maneuvered around the bar gracefully, filling order after order for thirsty customers. Her concentrated face and calm attitude made the job look easy and effortless, even though the poor girl was getting catcalled left and right by drunk horny men.
Nicole noticed her girlfriend's entranced stare and followed the direction of her eyes to see what had hooked her so intently. Her eyes were hit with a woman's well-toned ass in tight jean cut off shorts bent over at the hips picking something off the floor. The red head chuckled a little at the fact that she had just caught her seemingly innocent lover checking out another girl's ass. She had to admit, Waverly did have good taste, the girl was very pretty. Maybe it was the alcohol hitting or maybe it was the fact that she felt so secure in their relationship, but instead of feeling jealous or angry, Nicole decided to have a bit of fun at Waverly's expense.
"Like what you see over there, baby?" the deputy whispered to Waverly, startling the brunette out of her trance.
"Ah, what? Erm, I wasn't staring, I was just uh… she-" Waverly's eyes were the size of saucers and her hands started flailing nervously as she spoke.
"Waves, it's okay. Relax. I'm not upset. Don't take this the wrong way but I don't blame you at all for checking her out. You have good taste." Nicole made sure to add in her infamous wink at the end for added support.
The petite woman's eyes grew wide once more as she looked over at her smug girlfriend. "Whew, thanks babe. Wait, what did you just-" Waverly stammered but was cut off.
"What would you beautiful ladies like to drink?" the bar maid interrupted, flashing a genuine smile. She could feel some of her agitation from the crowd disappearing as she took in the sight of the two women in front of her.
Waverly immediately turned bright red at the new girl's untimely arrival. "Uhhh", her brain was struggling to form words as she looked between the two women. She flashed a distressed look over to Nicole, hoping she would get the memo to take the lead.
"Hi, my name is Nicole Haught and this cutie is my girlfriend, Waverly. We will both have whiskey, neat and a shot of tequila for the three of us. You deserve it with this crowd tonight" Nicole couldn't help but flash her dimples back at the server as she offered to buy her a shot.
"A cutie is right" Rosita replied with a soft smile and turned to make eye contact with a still very flustered looking Waverly. "Nice to meet you guys, thanks so much for the shot. My name is Rosita. I'll be right back with those drinks."
"Nic, what are you doing? Are you flirting with her?" Waverly questioned, finally gathering her thoughts and wiping the shocked look off her face. She took hold of the red head's strong bicep and pulled her down so she could stare deeply into brown eyes.
"Waves, what if I was flirting with her? What if we flirt with her? I saw the way you were checking her out earlier."
"Baby, you don't have to do this for me. I don't know why I was checking her out earlier. She just randomly caught my attention and I couldn't look away." Suddenly overcome with horror at that confession, Waverly quickly added, "oh my gosh, that came out all wrong. You know I think you are the most attractive person in the world, right?"
"Baby girl I know that I satisfy you and I have never once doubted your attraction or loyalty to me. I also know what it feels like to be newly exploring your sexuality and finally understanding who, what, and how things turn you on." She paused her rambling to study her girlfriend's face. Waverly looked slightly more at ease and relaxed into the hand she cupped over her cheek. Nicole continued, "I also know that we both like to surprise each other in the bedroom and have zero problem exploring kinks and new ways to elevate that part of our relationship. So, with that being said, if you would like to have a threesome or explore that avenue at all..", she paused to muster up a smug and stoic expression, "I guess I will take one for the team and follow your lead however you please." She finished her speech with a sly smile.
"Officer Haught, you dog. You are right, put a little whisky in you and your gentlemanly charm really does go flying out the window" the petite brunette joked. Waverly's face suddenly grew serious as she continued to process everything the red head had just told her. "Are you sure? I mean how do you even know she is into us? I've honestly never thought about a threesome before, but I know I would feel safe with you and it would be purely to experience something new and fun together."
"Uh, Waves, have you seen what you look like? She is definitely into you. You think on it, flirt a little if you want to, and just give me a signal for a yes or no. The ole haught-rod charm is at your disposal" Nicole stated, proudly.
Waverly sassily rolled her eyes back at the redhead but nodded in agreement with the plan. A knot was beginning to form in her stomach from nerves and excitement. She had never flirted with another girl before but the idea of it seemed fun. The thought of watching each other flirt and being the one fully in control of how the situation played out also sounded extremely appealing.
Rosita walked back over to their section of the bar, arms full of whiskey and tequila. She distributed the drinks and held up her shot for a toast, "Saludos a dos bellas mujeres".
Waverly blushed and immediately felt a heat rise to her cheeks. Loving different cultures and languages, she could not believe how sexy it was to hear this girl compliment her in another language. As more alcohol raced through her veins fueling her confidence, and let's be honest, arousal, she squeezed Nicole's thigh. "Let's go dance, cowboy" she whispered into the red head's ear.
Careful to stay within eyesight of a certain female bartender, Waverly led Nicole to the dance floor. Pushing her girlfriend behind her, she began grinding all over the taller woman's frame and sending her hands backwards to rub all over her hips, neck, and hair. Their hips swayed perfectly in time to the music as they lost themselves within each pop song, enjoying every second that passed as they pushed their bodies closer and closer together. The crowd or space no longer mattered, only focusing on the building heat growing between them as they continued to dance. She was very impressed with how the red head was keeping up with her pace and rhythm.
Occasionally, Waverly would look over to the bar to see if Rosita was watching them. She was getting slammed with needy customers but from what she could tell, it did look like the barmaid was keeping an eye on them from her peripheral vision. As the song changed once more, Waverly finally caught Rosita's eye directly. Her own eyes darkened as she felt aroused in the idea of being watched grinding all over her girlfriend by another woman. She gave her best wink at the tan girl and turned around to pull Nicole into a sloppy kiss.
Eager to connect lips, Nicole wrapped her strong arms around Waverly's waist, cupping her hands on the girl's toned cheeks, and pulling her closer to deepen the kiss. They continued dancing, hips still grinding into one another as the kissing turned more passionate and reckless. Small moans escaped the petite girl's mouth as Nicole bit down at her pulse point.
Waverly pulled back breathlessly to look up at the taller woman and shift her gaze back over to Rosita again. She let out a light chuckle and signaled Nicole to look on with her. Rosita was standing there frozen in the middle of the bar with her mouth slightly open, looking right at them, and ignoring all the screaming customers around her.
"Okay Haughtstuff, I think I've done my part; let's see that charm of yours." The brunette said as she gestured towards the bar maid who was still staring back at them.
"You got it, ma'am", she faked a hat tip with a drunken grin and led them back to the bar, heading straight towards Rosita. She felt a familiar confidence and slight swagger take over as she walked. It made her flash back to her college and academy days when she used to outcharm some of the girls her fellow male classmates were pining over.
"Hiya Rosie" Nicole said with a boyish grin on her face as she coolly saddled back up onto the bar stool and pulled Waverly close to her side. "Couldn't help but think you we were checking out my girl back there. Am I gonna have to take you out back to address this?"
With rosy cheeks and eyes not quite looking back up at Nicole, Rosita stuttered, "What? No, I mean I was checking her out obviously" she gestured towards Waverly "but… but I was also looking at you. You're hard to miss yourself. I mean your last name is literally hot" As if suddenly growing in confidence from the confession, the tan woman's gaze seared right back into Nicole's.
"Well then, I guess taking you out back for that talk will still be just as handsy, but maybe a little less aggressive" Nicole paused to let her words sink in, "unless you are into that sort of thing," she added with a wink.
Before Rosita could respond, Waverly chimed in without thinking, overcome with arousal and desire "I could be into that sort of thing." Wow, Nicole is so forward and sexy, she thought to herself, now overcome with desire to go somewhere more private.
They looked on as Rosita opened her mouth and closed her mouth in shock, trying to find the right words to say. "Jesus, where have y'all been hiding since I moved here a few months ago. I get off in 20 minutes. Why don't you guys have a few more shots on me and Red, why don't you call the three of us a cab to take us somewhere for that talk."
"Smart plan, Rosita. Bring on the tequila" the red head responded as she turned to give Waverly a wink and a devilish grin.