"Hey there bulletproof! How ya feelin'?"

"I'm fine Wynonna... well I'm a bit sore but I'll be all peachy soon. Is everything okay at the homestead?"

"We're still picking bullets out of everything but nothing new has happened since yesterday if that's what you mean." A man screams in the distance.

"What's going on Wynonna?" asks Waverly before letting out a quiet sigh.

"He's just a new friend who's having a nice chat with me and Willa." Wynonna's voice sounds much further away when she asks "Isn't that right?" It's returns to it's normal volume when she asks a second question.

"Sorry, do you want me to come and pick you up?"

"I think I'm going to stay here for the day, I need another few hours away from the craziness." Waverly holds her breath while she waits for the silence to end.

"Want me to come over? Me, you and Haughtstuff hanging out, it could be the start of -"

"No!"

Under pressure she says the first lie that pops into her head "I mean Nicole's got a headache and you being here won't help." She feels a little guilty about putting Wynonna down but she refuses to be interrupted today.

"I can be quiet" Wynonna insists loudly. "Oh okay fine" her pout evident despite being out of view. Waverly breathes easier and asks "How about we hang out tonight? I'll bring donuts." She thinks she's ready to open up to Wynonna about Nicole but it's a conversation she wants to have face to face no matter how awkward it might end up being.

Plus donuts made everything better, sometimes messier but always better.

"Sounds like a plan Fifty Cent...too soon?"

"Good bye Wynonna" she rolls her eyes as she hangs up. Yesterday's near death experience had made Waverly all the more determined to enjoy some alone time without any supernatural or Wynonna shaped interference. She fires off a text to Dolls informing him she's taking a sick day from the BBD. She' not really sure how holidays work with the BBD or if they even get any but that's not important right now.

After descending the stairs, Waverly makes sure to let her feet patter loudly into the kitchen. Jack is back in hell where he belongs but Nicole is still jumpy and she doesn't want to scare her. Sunlight is streaming in through the window glinting off unbraided red hair.

"Morning sleepyhead."

Nicole greets her but doesn't look around, concentration solely on preparing something in a bowl on the kitchen counter, wearing only a tank top and loose slacks that still managed to show off her curves in all the right places. When she reaches the taller woman she places her hands flat down on the counter and presses herself firmly into Nicole. The tip of her toes touch the back of the older woman's heels and the hat she's wearing grazes Nicole's neck. Head radiates from the body she's pinning and she inhales the scent of vanilla from soft hair that tickles her nose.

"I'm going to have to arrest you ma'am" demands Waverly sternly, voice descending to a lower timbre than she intends. She thinks it's her best imitation of a police officer she's pulled off yet, the others performed alone in front of Nicole's wardrobe mirror. The sounds of a utensil hitting the counter and a quick intake of breath lets her know her goal is successful.

"Is that right?" Nicole answers smoothly with words that are both a flirt and a challenge. Waverly steps back allowing Nicole to turn around and face her.

"On what grounds, offi...cer?"

Nicole gulps halfway through the last word of her question as she sees Waverly standing in front of her with a hand on her hip, chest stuck out, wearing nothing but Nicole's work shirt and hat, more buttons opened than would be anywhere near appropriate in work ever.

A hanging jaw, an open mouth and wide stupefied eyes that look up and down fill her vision. Waverly's quite certain she's never caused a reaction like this in anyone. Her own mouth has gone dry, the opposite reaction happening elsewhere. The desire in Nicole's expression causes her nipples to harden against the inside of the stiff material of the long shirt. Waverly waits as Nicole's gaze slows down but sweeps up again, stopping for a moment at her chest before flicking quickly up to her lips and finally settling on her eyes. Waverly allows herself a smirk but answers with a cool,clipped tone.

"Disorderly conduct ma'am."

"I haven't..." Nicole trails off gaze dropping, lower lip disappearing as Waverly opens a button teasingly slow.

Brown eyes refocus and rise to link again with her own. When Nicole speaks again it's with a low and husky voice that sends a jolt between Waverly's legs. "I'm not sure what you mean Officer Earp." It spurs her on to take the next step in her plan.

"I'm going to have to do a strip search in case you're concealing anything."

She speaks with a commanding tone, ignoring Nicole's statement and instead firmly yet gently pushes Nicole back against the counter. Nicole doesn't resist, staring at Waverly with her mouth slightly ajar. She starts at the middle, hands delving beneath the top and lightly skimming over and around the waistline. Leaning in closer, she turns her palms to face Nicole's stomach letting her fingers dip below the top of Nicole's slacks delighting in the sharp hitch in Nicole's breath. Waverly lets her hands drift around at an agonisingly slow pace, fingers searching. The hat bumps against Nicole, their breaths mingling as their lips hang inches from each other. Her hands touch again behind Nicole's back, and they move lower to admire her ass. Nicole's mouth drops open again and she makes a small sound of protest when Waverly removes her hands. They continue on the offensive, sliding up and around until they reach the underside of Nicole's breasts. Her fingertips graze already erect nipples causing a delicious whimper from Nicole. Her hand's movements cease as Waverly's wrists are encircled by warm, strong hands.

"Christ Waverly" Nicole manages to force out in a strangled gasp. "Just woah, just wait a second."

"Am I hurting you?" she asks innocently.

"No I'm good. "

"Are you-"

The question is swept away by Nicole as she crashes their lips together, knocking the Stetson off her head. When they part, Nicole answers Waverly's unfinished question "I'm ready if you are." A finger lands on the underside of her chin and tilts it upwards so their lips could meet again. The kiss lacks the wildness of the last but it's just as passionate.

"But not in the kitchen" Nicole requests when they part. Hands set free, Waverly slides them up defined abs and Nicole lets out a throaty whine when Waverly reaches her chest again. Fingers caress and knead, slowing and speeding up their pace as they investigate, their owner watching and listening to the reactions. One of Nicole's hands clings on to the counter with white knuckles and the other hugs her lower back, grasping tightly. Nicole signals her intent with one staggered out word "Bedroom." It takes them an age to get there, neither willing to let go of the other. They stop several times, bodies heaving against walls, neither and both in control. When they halt their urgent kissing in Nicole's bedroom, Waverly feels her confidence fleeing now that she's no longer caught up in the heady rush.

It's actually happening.

She looks away, looking anywhere but Nicole. Small tremors in her hands betray her nerves as she begins to unbutton the shirt.

Fudgenuggets! This is not part of the plan.

Gentle fingers still hers, voice tender "It's okay baby." Nicole brings Waverly's fingers to her mouth placing a soft kiss on each of them. Waverly watches Nicole's fingers stroking her own as her anxiety calms.

"Talk to me Waves, we can wait."

Nicole's voice calls to her and compassion is all Waverly sees when she looks up. She doesn't know what she did in her life to deserve such patience. Every time she pulls away Nicole understands and stays around anyway.

"No."