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Nicole held Waverly's hands over the console. "It was stupid really. I was just irrational and I got scared and I shouldn't have been."

Rubbing her thumb over the back of her girlfriend's hand, Waverly searched Nicole's face. "You can tell me."

Her eyes darted down, away from Waverly's. She had been so stupid that night.

"Nicole…" Fingers threaded through her hair, bringing it out of her face. Nicole couldn't help but look back up.

"I've had girlfriends-and a boyfriend-before. You know that, right?" At some point, she could recall having a conversation about one ex or another. A light mention, nothing serious, it hadn't been a big deal.

The breath of Waverly's giggle stirred against her cheeks. "I know. I didn't exactly expect to be your first kiss." They were both in their twenties, this wasn't a nunnery.

"Well the way that we were going... and it...and I...I've only ever had sex once before." Her face was reddening, she knew it, and with that stupid light on in the car ceiling she knew there was no hope in hiding it.

But Waverly didn't respond like she expected she would. She just scrunched her nose up. "Really?"

"Uh...yeah."

"I just thought you would have been with tons of people." Nicole raised an eyebrow at her. What was she implying there? "No I mean-I don't mean that I thought you were like...loose or anything. I just-you were so confident-and the way you walked-I mean you have that smirk like someone knows they can have whatever they want. Not that you're entitled or anything I just assumed that you would...you know...have a trail of broken hearts or something."

"You think I'm some kind of player?" Nicole pulled her hands back from the console. First she thinks she would cheat on her and next she's accusing her of hooking up with tons of people? How much did they really know each other?

"No!" Waverly forgot they were still in the tiny cruiser, and screamed loud enough for Nicole to flinch. "Just who wouldn't want you?" She reached back over for her girlfriend's hands, and this time she didn't pull away.

Somehow, her voice was still bitter when she muttered, "plenty of people, trust me."

They were silent for a little while. Minutes passed, letting the tension diffuse out of the car. They loved each other. Down to their very cores. But that wasn't enough to know each other, not completely, not in the few months they had been dating. Time, these things took time.

"So is that why… I was going to fast?"

"No!...yes...no...it's complicated." Nicole ran her hands threw her hair. "So I waited until college to come out." The only way to explain this was to unravel it, bit by bit.

"I know. You told me."

"I know, but I didn't tell you everything that happened my freshman year." It was so embarrassing. So silly, really. "My roommate. She was dating this football recruit she had known from their hometown or whatever, but he found someone knew and second semester they broke it off. She told me broke it off because she had feelings for...for me. She was the first girl I had ever really had a chance with and I took it. We went on a couple of dates, parties or whatever, and one night we were drunk and well, back in our room, no one could stop us from going all the way."

Waverly bit her cheek, keeping the jealousy down. Nicole needed to get this off her chest, this was her time.

"The next morning I woke up with a blazing hangover and a note left on my desk explaining how sorry she was and how she didn't want to hurt me but she shouldn't have done this and she really was straight and getting back with the boyfriend. Three days later, she even requested a new roommate.

"It was just a casual thing, but I was nineteen and she was my first girlfriend. My first kiss outside the high school beard. I was heartbroken. Of course I saw her around campus for the next couple years, but we never talked and we really just didn't...didn't." Reaching for a deep breath, Nicole tugged on their hands between them reassuringly. "I couldn't let that happen with you. It hurt when she did it, but I can't lose you, Waverly. You mean too much to me.

"Are you mad?"

Waverly shook her head. "No." She had tears coming out of her eyes now, flowing freely down her cheeks. Lunging for her across the seats, she pulled her into the tightest hug she could muster in the awkward cruiser. "I'm just really glad you didn't say her name in that whole story."

"Why?"

"Because I feel a very strong need to go find my shotgun." She laughed. Someone had hurt her girlfriend, enough that it still affected her today, and as insane as it was, Waverly wanted them to pay for it.

"So you're not mad?"

Waverly looked up at her with an impish grin. "I will be if you keep asking the same question," she said and pressed her lips up onto Nicole's. "I could never be mad at you for something like that."

Strain leaked out of her body as Nicole breathed in Waverly sweet perfume. She had been worried for nothing. "I love you," she whispered like they were the only two people left in the world and it was only them who needed to hear.

"I love you, too."

"Good, because I want to do this right." Waverly almost jolted at the sudden determination in her voice. "Take things slow. Appreciate every little thing about you. Know you better than I know myself."

Waverly wrapped her fingers up into Nicole's hair. "Let's do it then. I won't do anything you don't want me to."

"I'm here, Waves. I'm here for the long-haul."

This time, Waverly couldn't help herself from pulling Nicole's lips down to hers. "We need to make a stop at Shorty's before Wang's." Nicole raised an eyebrow at her but Waverly only pecked her cheek, "It'll be quick, I promise."

"Okay then." Shaking her head, she still couldn't help the little smile on her face. Her girlfriend and her plans.

Waverly grabbed her head the second the ignition was turned off in the parking lot of Shorty's. "Let's go!"

"Okay okay! But you can't pull me out your side of the car!" Nicole chuckled as Waverly tried dragging her out of the passenger side, over the console.

"Oh, right. Sorry." Letting go, Nicole popped out the driver's door, and retook her girlfriend's hand.

"I love you." Nicole murmured into Waverly's soft brown hair. The little humm she got in response was enough to send her flying. "So are you going to tell me what we're doing here."

"Nope! You'll find out!" Waverly pulled them through the front door. People were everywhere, crowded at the bar, dancing way off beat. Through the press of bodies, they had to struggle and elbow their way all the way up to the counter.

"Waverly! Oh thank god you're here! There's a-"

"Sorry, Max, I'm not working tonight!" She screamed back at him over the noise. "But do you mind if I use a table for a bit?"

"Go on ahead." He shrugged.

Waverly grinned as wide as a cheshire cat as she hopped onto the only empty table left in the pub, a rickety three legged half-rotted thing that had probably been there since the place opened while Wyatt Earp was still here.

"Waves, what are your doing?" Nicole tried to tug her down. There was no way she was safe standing on that.

"Come here." She urged.

"There's no way I'm getting on top of that." But only three seconds of puppy-dog eyes had her climbing up next to her. "If this breaks I'm blaming you."

Waverly didn't seem to hear her though as she whistled over the roar to get those who weren't already staring at them to pay attention. Suddenly, this didn't seem like too good of an idea to her anymore with all those eyes staring up at them. Most of the drunk, almost all of them male, and even more she knew held small town bigotry in their hearts. But there was no backing down now so she hollered at the top of her lungs, "This is my girlfriend Nicole Haught and I love her!" and kissed her hard on the mouth.

Some cheered probably thinking this was the beginning of some stripper act, others grumbled and looked away like they were ashamed, while others booed, but neither one of the women on the table cared as the old wood finally gave away and smashed under their weight.

Nicole grabbed onto Waverly's hips. Somehow they both landed on their feet in the giant crash. "Are you okay?" She panicked, searching for blood.

"Are you?" Nicole knew she wasn't talking about the table.

"I can't believe you just did that." She smiled. Perhaps kissing on a table in the middle of a dark bar at one a.m. wasn't how she pictured coming out with their relationship, but it worked.

"But you're okay with it? I mean, I guess I should have asked you first but then-"

"I am more than okay with it." Nicole pressed her lips down for a softer, slower kiss than the one they just had. "Now let's get out of here, because I don't think the drunks are appreciating our performance anymore."

"To Wang's?"

"Let's go." So, they walked out hand in hand, no longer caring who saw them.

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