Waverly

I woke up to a warm weight on my stomach. Opening my eyes, the first thing I saw was a black and white tuxedo cat rolled over onto her side.

I don't have a cat. Wait, did Wynonna get drunk and bring home a cat?! That would literally be the best thing she's ever done drunk! I might actually encourage her to drink if she started doing that kinda stuff.

As exciting as the prospect was, however, it was superseded by the fact that I mega had to pee, and the cat was draped over my lower abdomen. I pushed the cat away as gently as I could and sat up.

And realized I was not in my own room. Light filtered in through gauzy curtains, showing me tones of blue and brown. Then the rest of my brain kicked in, and I realized that there was a warm, living, breathing woman next to me, her arm now in my lap.

Slowly, so slowly, I turned my head, memories filtering through in no particular order. Nicole pissed off that I wasn't telling her what was going on right before I kissed her; Nicole's face buried between my legs; my own brazenness when I snuck in through the window of Nicole's house, stripped naked, and then found that silk robe. And there she was, hair coming out of her braid, eyes closed and lips just barely parted in sleep.

"Holy cow," I whispered, eyes arrested by her bare skin, by her breasts, just laying there for me to see. She was naked. I was naked. I couldn't…

I still had to pee. Right. I managed to sneak out of bed, and then I had to hunt down the bathroom. Where was it? This place only had two bedrooms, the bathroom shouldn't be so damn hard to find.

Oh. Right off Nicole's bedroom. Right. When I was done, I found Nicole's clothes on the floor. I smiled at the unceremonious pile, then let my eyes wander a little more. I found her hairbrush, and before I could think of how weird it would be, I picked it up and smelled it. Yep, smelled just like her. Setting it back down, I opened her medicine cabinet. There was a respectable amount of decent-quality makeup in there – wasn't expecting that – as well as bottles of creams and actual medicine, all mixed together. Everywhere there was not a bottle of something, there were bobby pins piled high.

So that's how her hair stays in that perfect, under-turned braid.

I really should've known that.

I closed the medicine cabinet and turned back to Nicole's clothes. I was starting to get really cold, and I wasn't sure about diving back into bed. Should I wake her up? What came next? The thought of what might come next had my heart poundin'. Where were my clothes, anyway? How could I not remember where I'd put them? I guess I was a little preoccupied when I stripped, but still! Eyeing Nicole's clothes again, I finally grabbed up her undershirt – God, it smells like being in her arms – and then edged out of the room as quietly as I could.

To an empty bedroom.

"What the…"

Nicole was no longer in the bed. How'd she leave without me noticing? And where'd she go?

"Wow."

I turned to the doorway to find Nicole, completely naked and leaning against the doorjamb. One arm was up above her head, and she had that smile, with that dimple, that set my heart aflutter. I smiled in return. I always did. I couldn't help it. She… did something to me. I'd never been quite this nervous about someone before. Maybe 'cuz she was a girl? Guys were so easy to figure out, or maybe I just chose easy ones. But Nicole… Nicole was still a mystery to me.

But I liked mysteries. I liked unraveling them.

"You left the bed," I said. Great start at unraveling that mystery, Waverly.

Nicole grinned. "So did you."

"Yeah, but I had to pee." Once again with the winning dialogue. "What's your excuse?" I added. Yeah, still pretty lame.

"You woke up the cat, and she came back demanding I feed her. Woke up all the way when I noticed you weren't in bed with me anymore." Her smile wavered. "Scared me."

"Sorry." I looked around, trying desperately not to stare, but my eyes kept finding their way back to Nicole. She'd taken out her hair, and it spilled in wavy strands down her back and over her shoulders. Her breasts were just there, the nipples pink and pointed and staring at me. Nicole was tall, her figure long and lanky, and yet she had a hint of feminine curves that I found utterly fascinating. She was so different from what I was used to. And I hadn't had a chance to really explore yet.

"You don't seem sorry," Nicole said, diverting me from my train of thought. "For scaring me," she clarified. She wasn't grinning anymore, and as I watched, she lowered her hand and crossed her arms in front of her. Much less flirty, more defensive. Crap.

"Why…"

"What?" Yep. Nicole was definitely on the defense.

"Why were you scared?" I asked. Did she think something had happened to me? Lord knew enough crazy stuff had gone on the past few months. Ever since Wynonna's birthday.

Nicole knit her brows. "I thought you'd run off, honey."

"Oh…" Honestly I was relieved. A normal reason. I didn't want her to think I was gonna run, but still. This… a degree of normalcy was nice.

Nicole uncrossed her arms and came close, reaching out for my hand. "I'm freezin'. Why don't we put some-"

Whatever she might've said, I didn't let her finish, instead pushing myself forward. Nicole tasted of sleep and fresh water and morning breath and something indefinable that I would definitely need to perform more field-testing to decide what it was. Her lips were a little chapped, but I kinda liked the rough feel against my own. I suddenly needed to consume her.

All of her.

Arms wrapped around the taller – much taller – woman, I steered her back toward the bed, shaking my head and plunging my tongue in her mouth when she began to protest. I didn't know what came over me, but I no longer felt like the lamb with the wolf circling. I was the wolf, and Nicole was the lamb, and I was closing in on my prey.

Jesus, Waverly, a bit dramatic. And violent.

Maybe I wasn't a wolf. Nicole definitely wasn't a lamb. Maybe I was dying of thirst and she was an oasis. I didn't really know the proper metaphor to use, but it was somewhere in there. I needed Nicole.

I'd never needed to consume someone like this before. I liked it.

Nicole seemed to like it, too, given the grin she gave me when I pushed her down onto her bed. I stared down at her, taking in the dark hair disappearing between her legs, the dark pink skin of her nipples, the way her belly button wasn't quite an innie or an outie. I needed my hands everywhere. I needed my mouth everywhere.

"Hey Waverly. You gonna keep staring, or what?"

I narrowed my eyes in a mock-glower. "Really? Can you stop running your cocky mouth for one second?"

Another raised eyebrow. "Why don't you make me?"

If it wasn't so damn sexy, with her red hair splayed out over her shoulders, I would've rolled my eyes. But as it was, I joined her, spreading myself out on top of her. I almost lost it when I felt so much of her skin. Sure, I had her shirt on, but my arms and legs were uncovered, which gave me so much more than the night before had.

But after a good few minutes of straddling her hips and kissing her, it became clear to me that I had exactly zero clue what I was doing. I'd done this before! I mean, women weren't that different from men, and I'd kinda mastered that. So what was the problem? I just… it wasn't' obvious. I needed…

Crap. This is what that article meant about being a more active participant, I thought, remembering something I'd read online during my stupid research about how to be with a woman.

"Waves?" Nicole panted, pulling away from me. "What's up?"

I felt my face immediately flush hot, but there was no way around it. "I… don't really know what comes next," I admitted, avoiding Nicole's eyes.

She gave a soft chuckle, and then I felt her finger under my chin. "Hey. Look at me, baby."

A pleasant shiver ran down my spine at the term of endearment. Somehow it was different, better, more personal, than the others she'd used. Or maybe it was because Nicole used it.

"God, I know, I'm an idiot. I'm here. We're doing this. But I'm used to…"

"A different arrangement?"

I laughed, and shook my head. "I read that you have to be more… active during this, but I don't know how to do that." I paused, and met her eyes. "I'm used to knowing what I'm doing."

"Well," Nicole said, and her fingers danced along the edge of the shirt I wore. "Let's start with getting rid of this."

I nodded, and sat up, pulling the shirt over my head. When I looked back down, she was splayed out before me, her hands on my stomach and hips, her brown eyes smiling up at me.

"Now come here," she said. I acquiesced, lowering myself until I was supporting my weight with my elbows on either side of her. My wrist had been declared healed a week before, but I was still used to favoring it. "Tell me what you like."

"I…" I bit my lip. Her brown eyes were wide and earnest, despite the ever-present grin within them. "I liked what you did last night."

"Specifically?"

God, she was gonna make me say it. "You… your m- your mouth."

Nicole grinned. "I gathered that much." She gave me a wink. "All right. What else?" Her hands started running up and down my back, cupping my ass when she reached it, but then going right back to trail up to the nape of my neck. I was quickly becoming addicted to the feeling of her fingertips on my scalp, buried in my hair.

"I… like it when you kiss my neck. I liked how you… you…"

"Close your eyes if you can't say it, baby."

I did, and it instantly became easier. "I like your mouth. I like the way you kiss me. I like what you're doing right now. I- oh! I like your hands on my- on everything."

"Show me."

My eyes slammed open. "What?"

"Show me what you like. I'll let you know what works and what doesn't. Pretend like I'm you, and you're me. It'll help you get into a more active role, I promise."

Looking into her eyes a second, I nodded, and then I kissed her. I thought about how I liked her to kiss me, and I kissed her that way, teasing her tongue into my mouth and sucking lightly on it. I cradled her face with one hand as we kissed. I moved my legs so one was in between both of hers, and she immediately started grinding into me.

God, she's so wet. That's so hot! What should I call it? Her pussy? No. Crotch? Definitely not. I'd read some erotica. They talked about folds and centers, the apex of a woman's legs, and on one occasion, the author came right out and said labia. It all felt too raunchy, too euphemistic, or too clinical. What in the hell was the female equivalent of the word cock?

Whatever I wanted to call it, I loved the feeling. It was intoxicating. I wanted more. And so, it was obvious, did Nicole. I bore down with one leg, and she gasped and whimpered into my mouth. Her eyes shot open, giving me a pleading look. My heart pounded up into my throat, but I forced myself to continue.

Grinding my leg between Nicole's legs, I kissed down her jaw, onto her throat.

"Use your teeth," she gasped, and I thought I might come again right then and there. I did oblige, though, opening my mouth and taking the delicate skin of her throat between my teeth, nipping my way down to her collar bone.

"Waverly, I'm gonna… I'm gonna…"

"Oh my God," I gasped, and then her legs clamped down around my knee, and her hands clasped tightly around my ass, and she threw her head back and cried out into the crisp morning air.

It was incredible. All of her muscles seemed to seize, and yet we rolled like a wave together, a pulse that began where our legs were entwined. I tried to move to kiss her again, but between our height difference and her head thrown back, that would not be happening, so I settled on watching her and whispering encouragements.

"God, Nicole, yes! This is so hot! Come for me!" After only a moment's hesitation, I added, "Baby, please."

And then my leg was released, and Nicole relaxed, letting go of her vice grip on my ass. Giving me a small swat, she winked, and grinned, and then we were both laughing like idiots. How could I have ever been afraid of this? In the abstract it was scary. But now… it was just Nicole. And making her feel so good might have been the single greatest thing I'd ever done in bed. I wished I'd done it sooner.

"How'd I do?" I asked, not able to muster the energy to chide myself for being so awkward this time.

Nicole laughed, and pulled me up to kiss her. "You're a natural," she said with a chuckle when I pulled away.

I grinned. "You came so fast?"

"Well, that tends to happen when you've been turned on since four o'clock the night before," Nicole quipped, and I couldn't help but blush. Four was when I'd tackled her to Nedley's couch and we'd made out for ten sweaty minutes before finally composing ourselves and promising to meet for drinks after Nicole got off work. I'd been turned on then, too, but I'd also been freaking the fuck out. And then I had an orgasm before passing out the night before.

But not Nicole. She's been turned on for more than twelve hours straight. "Sorry," I said, for what felt like the fifth time since that first kiss.

"I am not complaining," she said. "Just… don't expect it to be so easy next time."

"Next time?"

She caressed my cheek a moment before smiling and kissing my forehead. "If you'll have me. I'd… like to keep seeing you. You know… date you."

I smiled, feeling like a little girl whose crush liked her back. "Hell yes!"

She laughed, and kissed me, and then rolled me off of her. "Now," she said, "I've got the day off. Why don't you call in sick to Shorty's, and I'll start making us some pancakes."

"Pancakes?"

"Yeah. Gotta fuel up. I've got more plans for you." She eyed me after pulling on the shirt she'd pulled off of me not ten minutes before. "Gotta teach you all about filing your nails."

Nails? I examined my manicure. Oh. These would shred the inside of…

Despite the horror show I'd just envisioned, a pleasant shiver ran down my spine at the thought of getting to explore further, and I eagerly followed Nicole out of bed. Now to find my phone and let Gus know I would most definitely not be in that night. And I wouldn't even tell her I was sick. She did tell me to keep being honest, right?

I watched Nicole's back as she walked into her kitchen. Well… maybe I won't tell her just yet. I wanna keep this to myself for a little bit…