We finally get some answers about Nicole's origins, and our favorite couple has 'The Talk'.

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JK, you wish. But we do get some fluff!

Nicole Haught had had some pretty weird dreams in her life.

There was that one time in second grade, that a kid had called her dad a 'donut eating cop', and she'd had a dream that her dad turned into a donut, rolling around in a patrol car that looked suspiciously like his favorite coffee thermos.

Then there was the time during her sleep deprived days at the academy that she dreamed she was called out to a mob scene, only to discover that the mob was really a bunch of zombies that wanted to eat her brains.

Neither of those even came close to the dream that she had the night of Waverly's exorcism.

She had carried her 'girlfriend' upstairs and barely had time to strip out of her uniform and get Waverly out of her boots before she collapsed into bed. They were exhausted, both mentally and physically, and frankly, she was surprised she made it as far as she did without- One, dropping Waverly, or Two, falling down the stairs.

Waverly's body was warm and soft, and it curled around hers instinctively when Nicole crawled under the covers beside her. Mindful of their various wounds, she wrapped the other girl up as tightly as she could in a bear hug, The side of Waverly's face pressed almost painfully against her still bruised chest. Her last thought before she drifted off was that Waverly's hair was tickling her nose, but sleep over-took her before she could brush it away.

The first few hours, she didn't dream at all, her brain was simply too exhausted. Slowly though, like the soft beginning of a song, she began to see an open field, yellow flowers growing in bursts around it.

Figures bagan to come from ever direction, waltzing through the tall grass, some of them picking flowers as they came. It was a long time before she realized that she too was standing in the field, a flowing dress cascading past her knees, the grass tickling her bare feet.

One of the figures came towards her, and she recognized her grandmother, or at least the younger version of her grandmother that she remembered seeing in the bathroom mirror at the station.

Instead of confusion, she felt peace.

"Ladybug, I'm so glad you could finally join us."

"Who exactly is 'us'?"

"Oh, sweetie, I can't give you the answer to that, I can't give you the answer to anything, really - I can only point you in the right direction."

"Nan, I don't understand." She should have been panicked at the events that had happened in the past twenty-four hours, but there was no sense of urgency tugging at her chest.

"I know, and that's my fault, for not telling you the truth while I was alive. Waverly will help you."

"What does Waverly have to do with this?"

"Her family and ours have been tied together for thousands of years."

She searched her memory for any recollection of family history that included the Earps and failed.

"The Earps? I've never heard anything about them."

"You need to read my diary, that's all I can tell you for now. This is the last time for a while that I will be able to speak to you like this, it requires too much energy."

"Nan-"

"Read the diary, Ladybug."

Her grandmother pulled her into a tight hug, and she closed her eyes, putting aside her questions to relish the feeling of the older woman's arms around her. The pressure of the hug faded away, and she could sense the field and the people disappearing.

When she opened her eyes, Waverly was leaning over her, staring, brown eyes tracking across her face.

"Hey." She whispered softly, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind Waverly's ear.

"Hey."

Carefully, she shifted positions, a groan slipping out as her bruised chest protested.

"Are you okay? Where're you going?" Waverly's voice was panicked as soft hands came up to pat her shoulders - almost as if trying to ensure that she didn't leave the bed.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I just -" She sighed as she settled on her left shoulder. "Ugh, just kinda sore."

She pulled the quilt up over them and her hand dropped to Waverly's waist, slipping under her shirt to draw circles in the soft skin there.

"Are you okay?"

Waverly seemed to ponder the question before nodding.

"As good as I can be, I guess, just tired."

"Sleep." She urged, squeezing the hip under her hand.

The other girl shook her head.

"I can't - I keep having nightmares."

She hummed sympathetically.

"The demon?"

Waverly shook her head, fingers caressing the bruise on Nicole's sternum.

"I keep dreaming that you didn't wear your vest, that when Willa shot you, the bullet went right through your heart. There was blood everywhere, and you -you just- just-"

"Hey! Hey!" She pulled Waverly's head into her, ignoring the tightness in the ribs as she tangled her fingers in soft brown locks, chin tapping the top of Waverly's head as she spoke.

"I'm okay, I promise." Silence settled over them, Waverly's breath stuttering in the air between them as Nicole massaged her scalp gently. She thought about mentioning her own dream, but decided there would be time for that later.

"Remember when I was dressing your gunshot wound that day - your first gunshot wound - and you told me that if I ever got a funny feeling that I should wear my vest?"

Waverly nodded against her shoulder.

"You saved my life, Waves."

There were tears in Waverly's eyes when she finally looked up.

"I guess you returned the favor, huh?"

Nicole smirked.

"Yeah, well, we're even now, so no more almost getting killed!"

"I won't if you won't." Waverly giggled, leftover tears glistening on her cheeks.

"Deal." She leaned forward to press their lips together quickly, not trusting herself to keep it chaste when every fiber of her being was screaming at her to show Waverly just how much she meant to her.

"Do you wanna try and sleep? I can hold you, sing to you . . . " her fingers danced along Waverly's cheekbone. "Anything you need."

"I need to take a shower. I feel gross."

"You don't look gross. Being exorcised did a a lot for your complexion." She teased, heart soaring as Waverly smiled.

"Are you saying I shouldn't wear the demon-possessed look more often?"

"Not one of your best looks, no . . . that green dress on the other hand, you can wear that anytime. Still kinda disappointed that I didn't get to take it off of you. " She winked and Waverly blushed.

"Shower with me?"

She tossed the covers off of them, wincing at the chilly air.

"I could definitely use a shower, coming face to face with a demon leaves you feeling kinda icky."

She extended her hand to Waverly, who used it to pull herself out of bed, testing her weight on her injured leg before leading the way to the upstairs bathroom.

"Sorry." Waverly's voice was quiet.

"For what?" She turned on the water, grateful that Wynonna had begged Dolls into installing a gigantic new water heater.

"I just had to touch the goo. I mean if I hadn't then none of this would've happened."

"Well, you know what they say; 'Curiosity killed the cat.'" Waverly winced and she continued. "'But satisfaction brought it back.'"

"You brought me back."

She took a moment to stare into Waverly's green rimmed pupils.

"Yeah, well, you could call me satisfaction."

Waverly rolled her eyes.

"Shower first, innuendo later."

Steam was billowing over the top of the shower curtain, and the mirror was beginning to fog up, but they were both frozen, unsure, exactly, of how to proceed.

"So." She drummed her fingers on the sink.

"So." Waverly repeated nervously.

"Never thought the first time I saw you naked would be like this."

Waverly's neck reddened.

"If you want me to wait outside, I can-"

"No!" Waverly's fingernails dug into her arm. "Stay." Her grip loosened. "Please."

"Okay. I'll stay."

"I mean it's just two chicks, getting naked together, right?"

She felt the chuckle bubble up in her chest.

"Right."

Waverly still looked nervous.

"Wave, it's not gonna be weird, I promise."

"It's just, I mean I don't think I've ever gotten naked around . . . someone and you know . . . not had sex."

Oh.

Oh.

That's why she was so nervous.

Nicole took a deep breath.

"Okay, so I am dyin' to show you just how much I care for you. And I know that it's somethin' we both probably need after the crazy week we've had." She could see Waverly's throat bob, and she reached out a hand to grab Waverly's, twining their fingers together. "But when we finally get to make love, I want it to be special, like we talked about. Not when we're still tired and hungry and we haven't really talked about anything that's going on. I mean, there has to be at least one candle."

Waverly giggled.

"So if you wanna shower together, then we can just shower. It doesn't have to be anything else."

"Okay." Waverly's voice was soft, but her shoulders straightened as if a weight had been lifted.

"I don't know why you're nervous, I had you outta your shirt like five minutes after meeting you."

Waverly smacked her arm.

"What? It's true! I mean I barely said 'hello' and then you started strippin'!"

"I had beer on my shirt!"

"Sure, sure!"

"Maybe we can just turn around and strip and then you can get in and I'll follow."

"Okay." She moved to turn but then stopped. "Are you sure you can make it without getting stuck?"

Waverly smacked her arm again.

"What? It's a valid question!"

"Just strip, Haught."

She smiled wide enough for her dimples to pop and turned, quickly divesting herself of her tank top and boy shorts before stepping into the shower. The water was hot, too hot, and she twisted the spigot knob colder before moving under the spray.

The heat felt wonderful on her tired muscles, and she resisted the urge to sink to the floor and soak, instead raising her face into the spray of water, eyes closed against the barrage. She was a little nervous about Waverly seeing her naked, not too nervous, she knew she looked pretty good, but still, getting naked in front of someone was a big deal - sex or no sex. She didn't have much time to muse on it, the curtain move behind her, and she gave Waverly a moment to settle before she turned around.

"Wow, your ass looks even better naked."

The shorter girl was wearing a cheeky grin and nothing else, and Nicole had to fight to keep her mouth from watering, even as she blushed from Waverly's compliment.

Just because they weren't going to do anything, didn't mean she wasn't going to enjoy her first time seeing the woman naked.

"Have you been checking out my ass?" she accused.

"Are you saying you haven't been checking out mine?"

"Mm, guilty."

She took a moment to take Waverly in.

Despite the circumstances, she was breathtaking.

Her brown hair was a mess, and her face was streaked with dirt. She skimmed quickly over her chest and abs, knowing she could easily get herself into trouble there. The bandage on her leg had been removed, and there was a bit of dried blood on the suture line, a purplish bruise blossoming from the site. She was lucky it was just a graze, or the damage could have been much worse.

She glanced at Waverly's wrists and winced when she saw the abrasions circling them. She snagged one of them in her hand, and gently traced the marks with her fingers.

"Hey," Waverly's voice was soft. "It's not your fault. You kept me from hurting people. Hurting you. I wouldn't be very happy with myself right now if I was allowed to hurt you. Besides, my sister shot you, so I think we're even."

She pulled the Waverly's wrist to her lips and laid gentle kisses on the wounds.

"C'mere."

She tugged Waverly closer and turned her around so they were both facing away from the stream of water. Carefully, she snagged the shampoo bottle from the caddy and poured an excessive amount of shampoo int her palm. Once Waverly's hair was wet, she lathered it up, the ridiculous amount of suds easily slipping out the tangles.

She took her time, enjoying the way that Waverly relaxed against her. They spent the rest of the shower in much the same way, washing each other, finding new cuts and bruises that they didn't know they had. It was sensual, but comforting, and by the end she felt relaxed, if still tired.

They dried off quickly, the chill seeping back into the room now that the hot shower was off, and snuck back across the hall to Waverly's room.

She dressed the wound on Waverly's leg, sparing a thought to how unfortunate it was that she was becoming a practiced hand at taking care of bullet wounds.

"You're getting way too good at that."

"I was just thinking the same thing."

"Maybe next adventure we can make it through without getting shot."

She smiled up at the brunette, almost leaning forward to steal a kiss before she remembered her compromising state of undress.

"You think I could borrow some clothes?"

"Oh!" Waverly's face lit up. "I actually have the perfect thing!"

She watched as Waverly hopped off the bed and bounced to the closet, trying desperately not to notice any, well, bouncing. The shorter girl reached for a box and handed it over, smiling shyly.

"I was actually going to give it as kind of a gag gift for Christmas, but I think you can open it early, considering the circumstances."

She tore through the brightly colored wrapping paper, momentarily deterred by the tricky tape job. She lifted the lid to find a dark blue t-shirt with a white unicorn head, complete with rainbow colored horn.

She snorted a laugh.

"Oh my god, Wave, it's perfect! Thank you!"

Her gaze shifted from the shirt back to Waverly, taking in her wet, stringy hair and the way her teeth captured her bottom lip between them. . .

She cleared her throat.

"You're still not getting your present til Christmas though."

She hurried to put some distance between them, pulling the shirt over her head and taking the offered underwear and sweatpants.

"I don't think anything could make me as happy as seeing you with that bullet proof vest on."

"You just saw me naked, and you're still talking about that bullet proof vest? I think I might be offended."

"Considering I only got to see you naked because of the vest? I dunno, it's a tie for best look."

"You're lucky you're adorable."

"I'm also starving." The now fully dressed woman pouted.

"Want me to go see if I can find us something? Or are you ready to deal with the gang?"

"Might as well get it over with, less questions for you to answer."

She pressed a kiss to Waverly's forehead and reached for her hand.

"After you, M'lady."

Okay, so I really hope you guys enjoyed this, cause personally I thought it was adorable! We will get some answers soon, and they'll have the 'define the relationship' conversation - all in good time! Also, there will probably (read:definitely) be SMUT at some point in the near future, so prepare yourselves -although I will warn you before hand if for some reason that's not your thing.

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