"What is it with you Haught-heads being so heavy?" Wynonna complained as she and Doc hauled Tommy's half conscious body through the door. They deposited him onto the couch and a moment later Doc had placed a wastebasket next to him, just in case.
"I suspect he will regret the amount of liquor he consumed this evening," he commented.
"You mean he's gonna wish for death when he wakes up," Wynonna retorted with a grin. "I wish Nedley was as fun as this guy."
Nicole sighed and shook her head. "I've known this man for literally my whole life, and I had no idea he goes batshit insane at strip clubs."
"Better late then never!"
"A man has few needs, but none as are as important as the company of fine women."
Nicole's eyes nearly rolled out of her head.
"Okay, you crazy philosophers," Waverly groused with her own roll of her eyes. "Go away before you make me break out in hives." She was not the least surprised when Wynonna pushed Doc up the stairs with a lecherous grin, leaving Nicole and Waverly alone with an unconscious Tommy. He chose that moment to unleash a horrifically loud fart.
"Well," Nicole commented, waving her hand frantically in front of her face in a vain attempt to clear the stench. "At least you get your bed back tonight." She started to make her way towards her chair. "And can avoid this travesty."
"Dear God," Waverly moaned, one hand pinching her nose tightly. "Come on, I'm not leaving you down here to deal with that." She turned and pushed Nicole gently towards the stairs, mindful of the deputy's slow pace.
"Waverly, it's okay, I can just stay in my chair—"
Tommy farted again, a thunderous roar that faded out to a high pitched whine.
Waverly's face was a hilarious rictus of horror. "Oh shit, hurry!"
Rowdy sneezed mightily and shook his head, then bounded up the stairs.
"Huh. Guess he thinks it's smells bad too," Nicole chuckled, then she winced. "Dear lord, that smells awful. Are we sure Wynonna didn't slip him something?"
Together the trio made their way to the safety of Waverly's room; in her exhaustion Nicole leaned heavily on both her cane and Waverly's proffered arm. They made it up stairs to the whimsically decorated bedroom; gauzy scarves and twinkling fairy lights covered the ceiling, and the walls were painted with soft pastels.
The smaller woman disappeared into the closet where she rummaged for pajamas for them both. When she returned she handed Nicole a bundle of clothes then disappeared into the bathroom to change.
Nicole took a deep breath as she looked around. She'd peered through the door way briefly once or twice before her injury, usually to offer to bring her friend some tea while she studied, but had never been fully inside before. The sight of the large bed, adorned with a pile of pillows, stuffed animals, and the fluffiest down comforter Nicole had ever seen, caused her to swallow painfully. Rowdy clearly had no issues and leapt onto the bed, turning several times until he flopped blissfully at the foot, his head pillowed against a teddy bear nearly as large as he was.
"Geez, make yourself at home, why don't you," she grumped.
He ignored her and just snuggled further into the teddy bear's embrace.
"Oh! Did you need some help?"
Nicole turned to see Waverly standing in the doorway, now wearing a pair of boxers and an oversized V-neck t-shirt. She couldn't help her gaze sliding down that exquisite body, from the tantalizing hint of cleavage down to a set of incredibly adorable toes. She completely failed to notice when Waverly's breath caught under her gaze.
"No!" She gulped finally, wrenching her eyes to the floor below her. Her face was flushed with embarrassment. "I mean, I'm good, thanks!" She closed her eyes, willing her heart to start beating again. Her eyes shot open in surprise at the sensation of soft hands at her chest; Waverly had stepped forward and was now unbuttoning her shirt, deft fingers moving steadily down until Nicole's shirt swayed open and was pushed off of her shoulders. Goosebumps immediately erupted up her arms and neck into her hairline. She shuddered.
"You've got to be exhausted," Waverly murmured as she continued to help loosen Nicole's clothes. "You had to sit through a long graduation in the sun, not to mention a crazy after-party." She sank lower to unlace Nicole's boots.
Nicole's hands gripped Waverly's shoulders without any conscious thought. "You're worth every minute."
Waverly looked up at her, eyes wide and dark. Nicole's hands moved from shoulders to perfect jawline and cupped Waverly's face, one thumb caressing a soft cheek. Waverly's eyes closed and she half turned her head into Nicole's touch.
"Waves," Nicole breathed.
With painful slowness, Waverly rose. Her hands held Nicole's to her face until she was fully upright, then she slid them along Nicole's arms until they cradled Nicole's head with infinite tenderness. Her thumbs rubbed softly below Nicole's ears.
"Nicky," Waverly whispered. "I—"
Nicole could have sworn she felt a push between her shoulder blades, but that fled her mind at the sensation of a surprised Waverly's lips against her own.
Such unbelievable softness.
Wet.
Hot.
Delicious.
She whimpered and pulled Waverly's body as close to herself as she could. Fingers fumbled automatically, clothes shed with frantic speed, until at last they fell together onto the bed, the sensation of skin on skin scorching them both with such desire and affection as to make them both breathless.
Nicole didn't realize she was crying until she felt Waverly kiss her tears away one by one, her hands rubbing comfort into her back as she collapsed, her head coming to rest between Waverly's bare breasts. She took comfort in hearing the solid thump of Wavelry's heartbeat and the wonderful bliss of those perfect arms around her, holding her close.
"It's okay, baby," Waverly hummed against her hair. "I've got you. I'm here for you."
A familiar voice whispered at the very edge of her consciousness. Never let go of life, Cole.
"I won't," she promised softly. "Never again."
Waverly pulled her tighter. "What was that, honey?"
Nicole buried herself further into Waverly's embrace. "Don't let go," she begged softly.
"Oh, honey," Waverly breathed. She shifted until she could wrap one leg around Nicole, pulling her ever closer. She pressed soft kisses everywhere she could reach. "I never will."
—
Waverly's eyes jerked open and she looked around wildly. Something had awoken her, and she blinked in sleepy confusion. Sometime during the night the women had switched positions, and Waverly found herself wrapped firmly in strong arms, warm skin pressed against her back.
She stretched, then froze as she caught sight of Wynonna and Doc peering through the partially open door, shit-eating grins on their faces.
"Wynonna!" She hissed. "Go away!"
The sound of a click caused her head to thud against the pillow with a groan. More photographic blackmail.
"Y'all are looking mighty comfortable, Miss Waverly." Doc commented, clearly amused.
Nicole murmured softly and pulled the brunette more firmly against her in her sleep.
"If you two don't leave right now," Waverly seethed. "I'm getting my shutgun, and I don't miss."
The door shut with a loud bang.
"Your sister is insane," Nicole mumbled against the back of her neck, hot breath causing a shiver to run down her spine.
"Mmm, she is indeed." She wiggled her hips firmly back into the hollow of Nicole's hips, grinning as she felt more than heard the sharp intake of breath. She reached behind her and ran her fingers through luscious red locks, tilting her head in invitation.
Nicole needed no additional encouragement to press her lips agains the soft skin at the base of Waverly's neck.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered.
Waverly whimpered at the sensations running her body. "For what?" she finally managed, then moaned when a sure hand ran up her thigh and across her belly.
"I didn't take care of you last night like I should have."
Waverly stiffened, and feeling it, Nicole immediately pulled back.
"I'm— I'm sorry," she stammered, her face ashamed. The rest of the apology was cut off by Waverly's lips against her own. Their kiss deepened, tongues battling languidly until they eventually broke for air.
"Don't be sorry, I was just surprised." Waverly rested her forehead against Nicole's, then pushed the taller woman back and straddled strong thighs. "I don't want you to think I'm going to push you to do anything before you're ready, okay?"
Nicole's heart thundered in her chest at the press of Waverly's pelvis against her own. She swallowed and licked her lips. "My body has been so ready, baby," she husked, her eyes darkened with desire. "It just took my mind a bit to catch up." She rocked her hips upwards and grinned when Waverly bit her lip and her eyes fluttered shut.
"I'm so glad to hear that," Waverly growled. She leaned forward, letting her long brown hair enclose Nicole's face in a sweet smelling curtain. "Because I've been planning this for a long time."
Nicole shivered. "You're a planner?" she offered weakly.
"You bet your ass."
With a loud groan Nicole reached up and captured Waverly's lips again before flipping them both over so that she could settle herself between willing thighs. Her own core twitched in response to the dampness against her stomach. Waverly lifted her arms and grabbed the headboard behind her, her eyes wide and intent, her chest rising as she offered herself up to anything and everything Nicole wanted.
Nicole buried her face against Waverly's neck, almost weeping with joy. Her tongue ran along a throbbing pulse point before capturing an ear lobe between her teeth.
Waverly writhed below her, a whimpering mess. Nicole grinned as she drifted lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses as she went. She paused as she reached chest level, and licked her way around each breast, never venturing near to the straining areolas, dark pink against pale skin.
"Dammit, Nicky," Waverly growled. "If you keep teasing me—" she broke off with a sigh as she felt one nipple inclosed in incredible warmth. Teeth nibbled gently against sensitive skin even as soft lips caressed her. "Oh God."
Nicole captured the other nipple between two knuckles, squeezing gently as her tongue and teeth drove Waverly to distraction. After a few minutes of delicious torture Nicole shifted and sank even lower, savoring the hint of salt on Waverly's belly until finally her chin brushed against stiff curls. She paused as a hand batted her head feebly and looked up to see Waverly almost frantic with need.
"Nic—" she gasped. "I want— to see you—"
Understanding throbbed through her and she shifted back so that they lay flush together. She snaked one hand between them, coating her fingers in Waverly's heat.
Hips jerked into her. "Oh!"
"More?"
"Yes, yes, please— I need—" Waverly gasped, nearly incoherent.
Nicole rubbed slowly, catching a straining clitoris on every rotation. Waverly bucked into her hand with increasing speed and she dug her fingers into Nicole's back. "Oh god, Nicky—"
Nicole started to rock herself against Waverly's thigh as she pressed two fingers into eager heat. She cried out at the velvet softness that enveloped her.
Waverly let out a approving pant. "Yes, YES! Oh baby, love me, love me —"
Nicole crashed their lips together as she rocked her hips against her hand, driving forward with every ounce of her strength. The bed started to creak underneath them, but neither woman paid any attention in the midst of their frantic desire. Waverly's legs wrapped around Nicole's hips, pulling her deeper with every thrust.
"Let it go, baby," Nicole rasped, her throat tight with emotion. "Show me how I make you feel."
With a jerk, Waverly stiffened, her mouth opened in a silent scream as her hips ground furiously against Nicole, sending the redhead into her own paroxysm of pleasure.
They clung to each other, shuddering, half-sobbing with emotion. After a long moment, Nicole shifted, dropping to rest on her side next to Waverly's still-quivering form.
Waverly reached out blindly, found Nicole's hand, and pulled it over to rest on her abdomen. They lay quietly together, catching their breath, both in wonder at what they had just experienced.
"I think I could, you know," Nicole said after a long moment, her eyes fixed on their interlaced fingers.
Waverly shifted closer, snuggling more firmly into Nicole. She placed a lazy kiss against Nicole's throat. "Could do what, Nicky?"
Nicole nuzzled into her hair, then leaned over to press her lips against Waverly's before she drew back to meet a gaze that was full of affection. "I think I could love you."
Waverly blinked and shuddered, burying herself into Nicole's embrace. "God, I hope so," she whispered, her breath tickling Nicole's chest. "Because I'm pretty sure I'm already there."