Notes: This chapter has some PG-13 implications - poor sexually frustrated Waverly. Also, after the angst of episodes 2x08 and 2x09, I just needed some Wayhaught cuteness so that was the major focus for this chapter. Is it Friday yet? *sigh*

Waverly's Bed

Waverly pushed off her shoes and pants, letting out a big yawn before glancing at the clock. 10:30a.m. Damn. Not much time for a nap before she had to head to Shorty's for work. It was going to be a long day. All of the morning chaos was heavy on her mind as she crawled into bed. Why was Champ such a douche canoe, she thought, fuming again, but then her mind drifted to Nicole. Sweet, gentle Nicole who looked at her with such worry in her eyes when she told her to get out of the car. And the softness of her hands when she had reached out and grabbed Waverly's elbow to reassure her. Even thinking about it now made Waverly's breath hitch.

Waverly felt her face flush as she thought of the way Nicole's breath caught whenever she said her name instead of calling her Officer. And their eye contact. She had stared into those questioning brown eyes, trying to give her a reason why she wanted her to stay that didn't make it obvious how smitten she was with the redhead. Waverly felt like she could stare into them forever. She imagined how she wanted to run her hands along Nicole's shirt, moving slowly up and over the buttons to the top before fisting the material and dragging Nicole's mouth down to hers, forcefully slamming their lips together.

She imagined deepening the kiss, feeling Nicole's soft hands roam over her back and into her hair as she ran her tongue along the redhead's lips and moaned into her mouth, her heart racing. And the feel of Nicole's mouth as she moved down to Waverly's neck, biting and sucking at her collarbone as Waverly threaded her hands in that gorgeous red hair and prompted her to move lower. Lower and lower to where the real throbbing was…the real pressure that needed to be relieved whenever Waverly was around Nicole for too long. And the moans and panting that would escape from her mouth as Nicole put her tongue to use causing her hips to jerk around.

Unconsciously, Waverly's day dream had led her own hand to move south as she continued to picture Nicole in that bed with her. A loud buzzing on her cell phone brought her back to reality. Seriously, can't a girl even fantasize in peace, Waverly said aloud as she sighed and turned to grab her cell phone hooked up to the charger by her bed.

It was a text from Wynonna.

Wynonna: Willa is melting my brain. Send whiskey. No, donuts. Whiskey and donuts.

Waverly rolled her eyes and chuckled at her sister's dramatic text before sending one of her own.

Waverly: What are you talking about?

Wynonna: She's teaching me how to work the computer and I'm bored out of my mind. What are you doing?

Waverly: Sleeping. Trying to. Was up early because of Champ.

Wynonna: Ew, gross. *covers ears emoji*

Waverly: Because he was arrested, weirdo.

Wynonna: Oh yeah. Drinking and driving. Amateur. What time you working tonight, baby girl?

Waverly: 2 to close.

Wynonna: K. I'll come by Shorty's later. Might have a new lead by then if I survive the day.

Waverly: YAY! :)

Wynonna: OH NO. She just gave me a manual. This could get ugly.

Waverly giggled at Wynonna's text before hooking her phone back up on the charger, checking again to make sure her multiple alarms were set, and laid back down. She covered her eyes with her arm, blocking out some of the light as she let her thoughts again venture to Nicole…

Shorty's

Waverly couldn't stop yawning as she set beers down in front of a couple of the locals, Ed and Big Bruno. She felt a little lethargic and found herself zoning out multiple times due to the minimal and interrupted sleep she had that day.

"Waverly, looks like you could really use a cup of coffee, honey," Ed said jokingly. She smiled at him to be nice. It was taking more effort today, but she was determined not to take her lack of sleep out on Shorty's customers.

"Already on cup four," she said, holding up her cup and shaking it around.

"What's the matter, that boyfriend of yours causing you trouble, keeping you up at night?" Big Bruno asked. Before she could respond, Ed interjected.

"Didn't you hear? She slapped him a new one this morning after Haught picked him up for drinking and driving." Waverly perked up at the sound of Nicole's name and started blushing, thinking of her fantasy earlier that morning. Of course, both men thought her reddened face and smile were in response to the town knowing she slapped Champ.

"Well, good for you. That Hardy kid needs a lesson or two," Big Bruno replied. "Did you see him speed through here the other day? Nearly took out old Mrs. Kowalski as she was walking across the street." Ed shook his head.

"I tell ya, you're too good for that kid, Waverly," Ed said.

"You think so?" Waverly asked curiously, resting her arms against the bar. Several of her male customers had told her the same thing, but usually just because they had wanted to date her themselves. She found it curious that the older crowd shared that opinion.

"Absolutely," Big Bruno replied as Ed nodded. "Back as young bucks, we were taught to treat our women with respect."

"Here, here," Ed said as the pair clinked their glasses together and took swigs of their beers. Waverly went to cleaning glasses as she listened to the men talk. "But I guess times have changed a little. Now ladies take care of themselves a bit more, not needing a man to help out as much. You know I even saw Haught out there this morning in the snow, shirt sleeves rolled up, fixing the portion of Scotty's fence that Champ knocked out." Waverly's eyes returned to the pair at the mention of Nicole's name again. "And Scotty was just handing her tools. She made quick work of that patch job."

"Damn good deputy right there," Big Bruno said as Ed nodded. Waverly smiled widely. Nicole was a good deputy and really liked by the people in town. In small towns, people can get pretty judgmental over things that deviate from what they experience growing up. And Purgatory was definitely not hopping with lesbians which made the acceptance of Nicole so easily such a surprise to Waverly. Of course, she shouldn't be that surprised. Since the moment she had arrived in town, Nicole had gone out of her way to get to know all the locals by name, volunteering at community events and offering a friendly hello whenever she was out on patrol.

On numerous occasions, Waverly had seen her helping the older citizens across the street or just taking a moment to sit with them outside the beauty salon. She escorted some of the young boy scouts around town as they went door to door selling various things for fundraisers. And Waverly had even seen her washing the fire trucks after the police department lost a softball game to the fire department. That was a day Waverly would remember forever. Nicole in a tight blue police academy shirt and a pair of black yoga capris, her auburn hair pulled back in a messy bun as opposed to the usual french braid. The water glistening off her skin and a few stray suds in her hair. Waverly had been walking down the street and nearly started drooling as she watched Nicole working hard on scrubbing that truck. It was a beautiful sight…

"HEY, Earth to Waves," Wynonna's voice said, fingers snapping in front of her.

"What?" Waverly said, jumping and dropping the glass in her hand. Luckily it hadn't broken when she dropped it. "Oh crap." She got the glass righted again only to look up and see Ed, Big Bruno, and Wynonna all staring at her.

"What's got you all revved up? I thought Champ was on your shit-list right now," Wynonna said as she took a seat at the bar.

"Uhhh, nothing," Waverly said. "And he is. Big time." She stacked the glasses and decided to move to wiping down the bar.

"Didn't you hear about this morning?" Ed asked Wynonna as he retold the slapping story.

"Damn, Baby Girl, I heard some lady babbling on about seeing someone get slapped this morning but I tuned it out," Wynonna said, obviously very impressed. "It's about time you put that skid mark in his place."

"I shouldn't have slapped him," Waverly said, feeling a little guilty realizing how embarrassed Champ probably was with the town knowing what happened.

"Uh yeah you should have," Wynonna replied. "That d-bag had what was coming to him. Now dump his ass and move on." Waverly just shook her head.

"Hey, you uh," Waverly started as she moved closer to Wynonna and lowered her voice, "you said you might have a new lead."

"Oh yeah, I called Haught-stuff this morning and asked her about what happened when her truck broke down on me in the city."

"Oh, you uh, you talked to Nicole today?" Waverly said, shyly, stumbling over the words. She couldn't help the smile that crossed her face.

"Yeah, I had to ask her how truck got back to Purgatory. If I just left it or took it to a shop after my appointment."

"Did she say anything um…about earlier?" Waverly asked quietly, her face eager with anticipation.

"What are you talking about?" Wynonna asked, staring at her.

"Never mind," Waverly said, her face reddening. Obviously, Nicole probably hadn't mentioned how she had pulled Waverly over earlier that morning. Why would she need to tell Wynonna that? It had nothing to do with her truck. Wynonna was staring at her curiously as she tried to recollect her thoughts. "Ummm…what'd she say about the truck?"

"I got picked up by a tow truck and took it to a shop. So I called the towing company to see where they picked me up, but they still haven't returned my call. Excellent and efficient customer service, my ass." Waverly chuckled. "Oh and I told Nicole we'd come by the cop shop tomorrow afternoon to talk about Steven's file."

"Tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yeah, you free?"

"Yeah, definitely!" Waverly suddenly felt giddy knowing that she was going to see Nicole again tomorrow. She was hoping they could find some excuse to go to the police department today, but since she was working all evening, it was pretty doubtful. And Nicole rarely came in at night, usually swinging by in the mornings to get coffee either before her shift if she was working days or right after it just ended if she was on nights.

"Good. Now I need a drink," Wynonna said. "The computer has destroyed my soul." Waverly smiled as she moved to the end of the bar, retrieved a donut, and placed it on a plate in front of Wynonna. Wynonna's eyes lit up. "Bless you."

The Homestead

Wynonna returned to the homestead later that night, having difficulty standing after all the alcohol she had consumed at Shorty's. Gus and Curtis had given her a ride home and dropped off her SUV. They figured the girl was still having some uncertainty about the wedding and took pity on her. She stumbled into the kitchen, filled up a glass, and drank it all before refilling it again. She mumbled some rhyme about how water chases away hangovers to herself as she drank two more glasses while trying to check her voicemail.

David had left her a message. The meeting had gone well and the team had been asked to prepare some documents for the follow-up negotiations which suggested to them that they had landed the big account. So he had decided to stay in the city all week and hoped she wasn't mad. He figured both of them getting space before the wedding was helpful, but offered to be available if she needed him at all for any of the arrangements. Wynonna ended the call and sent him a quick text congratulating him and telling him not to worry about the arrangements. Her forehead crinkled as she considered adding a kiss emoji. "Fuck it," she said out loud as she added the kiss one to be nice.

Willa had shown her pictures of the couple, telling her numerous stories about the pair which made Wynonna feel like she should at least try to get to know him. He was a good man, and if this was going to be her life, did she want to throw that away? Her head was getting fuzzy from all the whiskey. She sighed before a voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Hey, Wynonna, getting some water?" came a deep voice, startling her. Steven stepped into the kitchen.

"Uh yeah, yeah," Wynonna said, staring at him. He looks just like Bobo, she thought, trying not to stare.

"Sorry if I scared you, just needed some water too." Steven moved around her and got a glass for himself out of the cupboard.

"You're uh…you're back from your…hunting trip," she said, trying to sound coherent, while also staring at him. She still couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that Willa was married to a Bobo look-alike.

"Yeah, just got back this evening." Wynonna continued to stare at him. His face was unshaven and his hair a bit longer than in the photographs, but he didn't look anything like the revenant version of Bobo that Wynonna had last seen. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Just dandy," Wynonna said being broken from her thoughts and spinning a little. "Bed, I should go. You know, work and all that garbage tomorrow. Okay bye." She spun quickly and rushed to her bedroom before he could answer her. Well he's at the homestead so…he can't be a revenant, right? she thought. If only she had Peacemaker, she would've known for sure, but that was a different life…her old life. She rubbed a hand over her belly which she had been doing numerous times a day for days now, aching for what was missing. She sighed, laying down on the bed as exhaustion and alcohol finally caught up to her and she drifted off to sleep.

Purgatory Sheriff Department

Later the next afternoon, Wynonna and Waverly walked into the police department together. Willa usually closed the shop early on Wednesdays for some women's group she was a part of so Wynonna didn't have to come up with an excuse on why she was meeting Waverly again. Paul greeted them at the front desk as they came in.

"Oh good, the Earp Sisters. And here I thought we were having a slow day," Paul said, teasing them as they walked in.

"Aren't you a riot," Wynonna said grumpily, glaring at him.

"Hi, Paul," Waverly said cheerfully. Nothing could deter her good mood as she knew she was going to see Nicole today. "We're here to see Nic…uh, Officer Haught. Is she around?" Her voice was a bit more eager than she would've liked it to be and she had to remind herself to calm down. Meanwhile, Wynonna just looked at her and rolled her eyes. Paul didn't have a chance to answer as Nicole walked out from the back.

"Paul, I found that box you needed," Nicole said as she walked towards them. Her eyes caught Waverly's and she smiled briefly before setting the box in front of Paul. Waverly couldn't help but get distracted by Nicole's exposed forearms. She had her uniform sleeves neatly rolled up to the elbows causing Waverly to stare. Wynonna elbowed Waverly in the side. "Down girl" she mumbled as Waverly sheepishly grinned and tried to think of something else, looking down at her phone.

"Thanks, Haught," Paul said. Nicole returned to her desk and grabbed her notepad and Steven's file from a drawer before greeting Wynonna and Waverly.

"Sorry if I made you two wait." Waverly and Wynonna both shook their head. "Let's go to the conference room," she said, in a business-like manner. "We won't be too long, Paul."

"Take your time, nothing exciting happening here," Paul said as he started rummaging through the box. Nicole unlocked the conference room door and led them through it. The whole time, Waverly forced herself to look and think about anything except Nicole. They were here to talk about Steven's file and that's what she was going to focus on. Of course, that was hard to do when she had spent all morning thinking of this meeting, but she really needed to get her hormones in check. While she was having an internal battle, Nicole had taken a seat on the left side of the table and was looking at Steven's file. Waverly opted for a seat on the right side. Putting a bit of distance between them might be wise.

"Hey before we get this party started, you got any coffee around here, Red?" Wynonna asked. "I need a little jolt for this hangover." Nicole looked up at her.

"Yeah, there's a Keurig in the break room just across the hall. Help yourself," she said before returning her eyes to Steven's file. Wynonna left the room before Waverly could protest. Waverly watched her leave and took a deep breath. She looked over at Nicole who looked up at her and smiled awkwardly. Both women's faces got a little red as they sat in quiet silence for a moment, trying not to look at each other. They both turned their attention to the door when they heard Wynonna cursing from across the hall. Waverly let out a small chuckle and looked over to see Nicole smiling and looking at her.

"Hey Waves," Nicole said in a hushed tone as she looked at Waverly. "Are you doing okay?"

"Me? Oh I'm great," Waverly replied, a little too quickly and with too big of a smile. She wasn't fooling anybody, but Nicole perceived her behavior as slight embarrassment over what happened the day before.

"I mean with you and Champ." Nicole said. "Is your hand okay?"

"Oh," Waverly replied looking a little embarrassed. "My hand's great. All better and ready for use," she said, holding her palm up before realizing the implications of her words. Nicole's eyebrows rose and she smiled while nodding. "That…sounded wrong," Waverly said, realizing that could've been misinterpreted to mean she's ready to get back to giving hand jobs.

"I know what you meant," Nicole said, smiling and saving her from fumbling over her words. Nicole's expression turned slightly serious. "Um thanks for, talking to me yesterday. You know…about Amy."

"Of course," Waverly said softly.

"There aren't very many people that I talk to about non-work things so…it was nice," Nicole said quietly as her eyes wandered nervously around before returning to Waverly's. It was really nice, Waverly thought to herself.

"Any time, Nicole," Waverly replied, waiting to see if the use of her name would elicit the same reaction from the cop as yesterday. She smiled when she saw Nicole look away and take a quick breath in. Nicole nervously licked her bottom lip making goosebumps run down Waverly's arms. How the hell does she do this to me, Waverly thought, trying to look somewhere else than Nicole's arms and lips and mouth and hair. Just anywhere, but at Nicole, but then she felt Nicole's gaze on her again and looked up at the redhead. Oh crap, say something smart and witty and intelligent, Waverly thought to herself as she got lost again for a moment in Nicole's eyes.

"Alright, I'm caffeinated and ready to research," Wynonna said, breaking the moment and causing both women to jump. This did not go unnoticed by Wynonna who walked swiftly to the chair next to Waverly and took a seat, coffee in hand. "The machines are trying to destroy my life." She noticed both women were smiling and their faces were reddened, but they were both staring at her. "What'd I miss?"

"Nothing," both women said in unison, glancing briefly at each other, before back at Wynonna. Waverly took her notebook out of her bag. This was going to be a long meeting if she kept blushing every time Nicole looked at her. She made a mental note to try and not look at her as much as possible without it being obvious so that she could keep her mind on Wynonna and Steven.

"Riggghhhhttt," Wynonna said, staring her sister down.

"So what are your thoughts on Steven's file?" Nicole said, clicking her pen and returning to the business at hand.