They're sitting up on the couch, bellies full and there's dessert yet to be had. Nicole's been catching up Waverly on the show's storyline. It's a hard ask but she glosses over large parts of it, leaving out many of the lesser characters' storylines to concentrate on her favourite ones. Waverly's face is almost theatrical going through a range of emotions from elation to sorrow by the time she finishes her synopsis.

Congratulating herself on her storytelling skills, she rewards herself with a slice of cake as Waverly's picking up the remote and pressing play. Angling themselves so they can see the television better but not enough to be turned away from each other. She finds herself watching Waverly more than the programme itself, preferring to interpret it through her. The screen is casting its constantly changing coloured light on her face in a way that's otherworldly, constructing a portrait that's celestial in its beauty. The rest of her is draped in shared blankets, which are threatening to slide downwards as she's slowly being reeled in towards the screen. She was never much of a believer but there was something sacred about this woman.

How did I get so lucky?

Previously good posture now curves, covers slip a little revealing smooth shoulders. Nicole appraises the muscles, perceiving the strength in them.

She brings her gaze back to see where the skin bunches up creating small hollows on her forehead. It's almost like the keys on a piano with invisible fingers playing a slow sensuous tune. Trying to decode what Waverly's expression meant reminded her of her first piano lesson, when she was much younger, her teacher quizzing her on the chords by playing them in front of her.

The easiest to work out is the one when Waverly's face scrunches up, brows furrowing, half the keys in the middle pressed. Followed by a slight turn of the head to ask a question - usually to ascertain who a character was. Nicole identifies the signs of her inquisitive manner from the first query but she replies to a few more requests, confirming her assumption. She then starts answering before Waverly has a chance to ask.

She deciphers that the movement at her cheek is her tongue poking it in anger, generally coupled with dissonant chords playing in intervals all the way across her brow. She notes an arpeggio of blinks when Waverly sees something she really doesn't like.

A quick high arch of the eyebrows, equally temperament, usually happened when someone did something stupid on-screen. If the motion was slower and her eyebrows lingered longer, it indicated astonishment or awe.
All the notes played at a higher frequency and tempo when she was excited. Nicole didn't need to study up on what a happy Waverly looked like, she knew that one off by heart. At that very moment Waverly lets out a squeal of delight at the dragons.

I should have known that Waverly would love them.

There's a scene between Danny and Yara which has them smiling and Nicole snorting at the dialogue. Waverly turns her head marginally after the scene finishes, saying earnestly, "I like her."

"Me too. She reminds me of you actually."

"Oh yeah?" Waverly's eyebrows shoot up and stay up, her attention fully on Nicole now. "In what way?" her voice dangerously low causing a warmth that hits Nicole in the stomach and lower. Waverly's eyes are fixated on her, holding her hostage. The sounds of an imminent battle break her out of the trance and without looking she quickly pauses the show.

"Well there's the way you rescued me from the revenants," the word still feeling clunky in her mouth, "and freed me. She's constantly giving people their freedom." Her hand finds the small of Waverly's back, the other tilts her chin up into a satisfying kiss laced with her gratitude.

"You have your own three dragons - Wynonna, Dolls and Doc," her hand pushing back the curtain of hair before dipping her head to lay her lips gently on the sensitive area beneath Waverly's ear. Then in a softer voice "Maybe Willa too in time," before moving to her mouth kissing her tenderly, the sensation a little bittersweet.

She wants to feed Waverly with courage, make her see herself the way she does. To balance out some of the shitty lies she's been told and to hold up a metaphorical mirror clear of any of the past's dirt, so that she can be fully aware of her own worth.

"You're stunning and strong and brave just like her. More so."

Feeling the strong current of desire coming from Waverly, they delve into a deep glorious exploration of each others mouths, devouring one another. Greedy hands roam, hunting down their prey, claiming any and every bit of the targeted skin that they could find.

When they part she pauses to compose herself, drawing unsteady breaths and maintaining their embrace, enjoying the comfortable current that was present whenever they touched.

"You like me and I have a feeling she'd like me too. She's obviously into Yara and I'm so ridiculously good-looking that she wouldn't be able to refuse. " She grinned widely, knowing her dimples are on show and is repaid by a dazzling smile. Better than a drug, the high of it is blasting through her veins, sending her into that blissful joyous haze that she can't seem to stop spiralling into around Waverly.

Snaps her mind out of it but lets her hands continue their course as she tries to remember where she had left off.

"You're the most passionate, strong-willed, unique and altruistic person I've ever met. Even before I saw you in Shorty's, I heard the nicest things about you. This town is like your kingdom, seriously you should hear the way that people talk about you. Sure there's the odd bad apple but they're not worth the shoes they stand in."

She pauses briefly before carrying on, pouring out the rest of it. "And you have this mystical way that enchants everyone in your path. Bewitching, like you're connected to the world, to nature, controlling the very weather, like you had could have been born of a storm...Did I mention how beautiful you are? When you're around me, this enamour descends over me and when you touch me...I...fuck..." grasping at words, "You've no idea just how amazing you really are."

She feels a shade embarrassed, unused to babbling on, as well as a tad nervous. She tries to shield her eyes, beginning to duck her head but Waverly places a hand on her cheek, fingers splayed, stopping her in her tracks and tilting her head back up.

"That's the nicest, sweetest, dorkiest, and most poetic thing that anyone has ever said to me," wonder and adoration resounding in her voice, Nicole basking in the ethereal light that radiated from her alluring gaze. Waverly guides their lips together and makes it clear just how appreciative she is.

"I didn't know you were such a romantic," Waverly teases after they disconnect again, skin flushed.

"It's all part of the Haught charm," Nicole replies with a swagger in her smile, more comfortable with this easy flirting.

"Hot like the dragons and their queen...and you're a little sweetheart." her eyes twinkle mesmerisingly.

"You're my adorable dragon queen," Waverly says as she's running her fingers over Nicole's cheek, raining down little sweet kisses on the other, making her way to her mouth. There's a shift when she reaches her lips and it becomes more urgent and possessive. Her tongue darts along her bottom lip before demanding entrance. Nicole obliges, body flooding with heat.

Wanting to take back some of the control of the situation, but refusing to halt their lustful behaviour, Nicole reclines Waverly back, with a helping hand, untill she's lying on the couch. Then shifts her legs and advances to settle in between her thighs.

A hand tests at her biceps as she hoists one of Waverly's legs over her hip. Encountering Waverly's bare stomach, Nicole is cautious, her hand lazily tracking upwards giving her time to stop it in its mission. Waverly, bravery roaring, grabs onto her wrist speedily chauffeuring it to its destination helping it under her top. Opening her eyes as she pulls out of the kiss, not wanting to miss this opportunity to watch Waverly as her hand cups her breast over her bra, similar to the one she had on the first day they met. Waverly's eyes are locked on Nicole's, mouth slightly open, breath hitching. Licks her lips as Nicole's hand reaches higher before deft fingers delve under Waverly's bra. She takes a moment to appreciate Waverly's bottom lip caught between her teeth and then brushes her thumb over Waverly's nipple, which immediately stiffens and she unleashes a shuddering needy gasp, arching up into her. It's a magnificent sight, Waverly at her most basic, stripped of all insecurities, freely open in her arousal. Nicole murmurs, "My stormborn" softly to her.

Waverly reaches around Nicole's neck pulling her down into a raw thrilling kiss, her hands which had been exploring her back and arms, are now interested in foraying into unknown territory, jumping to the easiest route, slipping beneath her t-shirt.

Nicole continues to cause heady gasps and pleading whimpers with her sensual touches, until Waverly in her hunger, clutches around Nicole's ribs and she painfully groans into Waverly's mouth prompting her to scramble out from underneath her too quickly, falling over the edge of the couch and on the floor. Nicole is in no fit state to help her, still suffering as well as attempting to repress her laughter at a bewildered Waverly, sprawled out on forgotten blankets that had cushioned her, preventing injury.

Waverly starts giggling, Nicole rapidly following her but soon having to stop because the laughter was not helping with her breathing situation.

"We really have to stop doing it on the couch," Waverly says as she moves to sit back beside her, cheeks still red.

"I don't think our problem is... the furniture. I think...it's your killer kisses." Pausing every few words to catch her breath, pain subduing. Waverly smiles at her coyly entwining their hands, thumb caressing the back of hers.
Nicole responds with a cheeky wolfish grin and confident head tilt.

"I'd probably die...if you gave me an orgasm." Winking at a now puce Waverly, she lifts their joined hands and plants a kiss on the back of Waverly's, suggestive eyebrows raised.

The troubles she had gone through in the past few weeks were worth it to gain this shining spot in her life. She finds that Newtons Law summarises it well - For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

She descends her head to begin the dance again, seizing soft lips with her own.