Chapter 1: Nicole
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“You can’t be serious.”
Nicole sat up straighter on Wynonna’s couch, head swiveling between her best friend and her fiancée incredulously. Rosita gave Wynonna a look that clearly said I told you she’d react like this, but Wynonna waved away her concern and stepped around the kitchen island to plead her case.
“Waverly can’t show up to our wedding without a date, Nic. Not when her idiot ex-boyfriend RSVP’d that he’s bringing a plus one. Rosie thinks she’s a wannabe Instagram model or some shit. Isn’t that right, babe?” Wynonna asked, looking to Rosita for confirmation.
Rosita nodded as she stirred the large pot of pasta sauce simmering away on the stove. “I stalked his account a few weeks ago, and he’s tagged in a bunch of photos with some girl who looks like she’s trying to be the next Kendall Jenner. I assume that’s who he’s bringing, but I didn’t want to ask.”
“Can’t you just un-invite him? That seems like a much easier solution than trying to find a fake boyfriend for Waverly,” Nicole pointed out.
“Champ is my second cousin on my mom’s side,” Rosita explained. “According to my grandmother, I’m morally obligated to invite all family members to the wedding, no matter how much I personally despise one of them for hurting my best friend.”
“Okay,” Nicole said, dragging out the word as she considered that information. “Well, what’s the big deal about Waverly showing up solo? Just because Champ will have some random girl on his arm at the wedding doesn’t mean Waverly has to have a date. Is she trying to make him jealous as a ploy to get him back or something?”
“Ew. God, no.” Wynonna mimed gagging. “She’s completely done with that tool, believe me.”
“Waves couldn’t care less about Champ,” Rosita agreed. “But she doesn’t want to be the ‘only single loser at our wedding’ - her words, not mine. Especially if Champ is bringing someone.”
“Which is where you come in, Haughtshot,” Wynonna said.
Nicole blinked at her best friend and waited for her to elaborate. She didn’t.
“I’m not following,” Nicole admitted. “All of my guy friends are in relationships already, and I highly doubt your sister would want a date recommendation from me anyway.”
Wynonna rolled her eyes as though Nicole was being intentionally obtuse. “You can be Waverly’s date. Obviously.”
A laugh burst from Nicole’s lips, and she looked between Wynonna and Rosita with a mounting sense of dread when she realized she was the only one finding the situation funny.
“You want me to pretend to be Waverly’s girlfriend for a week while you two are getting hitched?” Nicole raised an expectant eyebrow at Rosita, hoping she would act as the much-needed voice of reason since Wynonna had clearly lost her mind.
“Don’t look at me,” Rosita said. “This was all my pigheaded fiancée’s idea, and I already tried telling her it was a bad one.”
Nicole blew a frustrated breath through pursed lips and focused back on Wynonna. “Wy, you know I love you like you’re my own sister, but I can’t do what you’re asking. The answer is no.”
“C’mon, Nic. Give me one good reason why you can’t just help us out with this one little thing. Think of it as a wedding gift!”
“I already bought you a gift, dumbass,” Nicole said through gritted teeth.
“Okay, then think of it as a favor to me as your best and only friend. And to Waverly. Seriously, I don’t see what the problem is,” Wynonna argued.
“Gee, I don’t know, Wy. How about the fact that Waverly is straight for starters.”
Wynonna’s gaze slid to Rosita with a look Nicole couldn’t interpret, but she turned back to Nicole before she could question her about it.
“It doesn’t matter if she’s straight or not. She’ll barely know anybody at the wedding other than you and Rosita’s other bridesmaid anyway. All that matters is Waverly needs a date - someone with a pulse who can play the part of her significant other for a week. Looks to me like your heart’s beating just fine.”
Nicole pushed off the couch and paced the edges of the living room carpet.
“Okay. Even if I was willing to go along with something like this - and that’s a big fucking if, Wy - are we all forgetting the teeny, tiny little problem that Waverly can’t stand me? She probably hates me more than that asshole she was dating since she’s known me a lot longer.”
“I highly doubt that,” Rosita chimed in. “Champ was a real piece of work, and I’ll just leave it at that.”
Nicole waved the comment away with a flick of her wrist. “Wy, let’s be real for a second. You know your sister can barely stand to be in the same room as me. Hell, she stopped coming to Friendsgiving years ago just to avoid me. Can’t you just…I don’t know, find her some boy man on a dating app who would agree to be her fake boyfriend for a week? Why me?”
“I don’t have time to do enough internet stalking to properly vet a complete stranger, and I can’t have some axe murderer ending up obsessed with my baby sister and turning into a psycho stalker after the wedding is over. I trust you, Waves knows you, and whether she likes you or not is irrelevant. You’re practically family, Nic. With a bit of convincing, she’ll see that I’m right and get on board,” Wynonna said.
“So you haven’t even run this by her yet,” Nicole said. “I don’t even know why I’m worrying about it then. There’s no way Waverly will agree to this, and that’ll be the end of it.”
“I think Wy is right about this one,” Rosita disagreed. “No matter how she feels about you, I think Waverly will do just about anything to make sure Champ doesn’t make her look foolish or get the chance to rub their breakup in her face. Desperate times and all that.”
Nicole snorted. “Wow, you two sure know how to make a girl feel special. So glad I’ve been nominated to be the ‘desperate times’ fake girlfriend of a woman who has wanted nothing to do with me since high school, and - oh, by the way - only dates men. This week will be a fucking blast.”
“Look on the bright side, Nic. At least you’ll have someone to suffer through your obligatory Best Man duties with,” Wynonna offered with a wink.
“Bite me,” Nicole replied. “Your ass will be lucky if I even show up on your big day after you’ve chosen to throw me into the lion’s den like this. Actually, Waverly will probably murder me before we even make it to the ceremony, so good luck finding a backup Best Man who can fit into the custom suit you bought me.”
“Please, you gangly beanpoles are a dime a dozen,” Wynonna quipped, “especially in southern California. I can find some aspiring actress slash influencer to fill your shoes in five minutes if need be.”
“Remind me again why I’m friends with you?”
“Because I’m the only one who stuck by you through your terrible retainer phase when you had that lisp freshman year. And let’s not forget your straight cut bangs in middle school,” Wynonna said with a smirk.
“Like your mullet and acne were much better,” Nicole shot back.
Rosita chuckled from the kitchen, and Wynonna stuck her tongue out at Nicole.
“At least one of us came out hot as hell on the other side of that travesty,” Wynonna said. “I’m referring to myself in case it wasn’t obvious.”
“Ah yes, congratulations on finally growing into your tits and hair by the time you reached twenty,” Nicole said, rolling her eyes.
“Better than being a ginger giraffe who still hasn’t grown into her long ass legs,” Wynonna replied.
“Alright, kids, that’s enough.” Rosita pointed her wooden spoon at Wynonna who held up her hands in surrender before turning back to Nicole with narrowed eyes.
Nicole waited for Rosita to turn back to the stove before silently flipping Wynonna the bird, and Wynonna responded by throwing a couch cushion at Nicole’s head. Nicole caught it easily and chuckled as she collapsed back onto the couch. She tried to recall the last time she’d even been in the same room as Waverly Earp, but she was having a hard time remembering what the occasion would’ve been.
Nicole had known the Earp sisters since middle school. The Haught family had left Chicago and moved to sunny southern California the year Nicole started eighth grade, and they’d purchased a home just a few doors down from the Earps who were natives of the area. The first time Nicole had met Wynonna, the fiery brunette was flying past Nicole’s house on a motorized scooter while a younger girl - whom Nicole would later learn was Wynonna’s little sister - chased after her on a bright purple bike. Wynonna had swerved at the last second to keep from running Nicole over, and she’d crashed straight into the azalea bushes lining the Haughts’ driveway. The rest, as they say, was history, and Nicole and Wynonna were attached at the hip from that day on.
Starting at yet another new school - the third in five years - was something thirteen-year-old Nicole had been dreading, but being friends with ‘it girl’ Wynonna Earp made the transition seamless for the first time in Nicole’s life. Wynonna was wickedly sarcastic, a bit rough around the edges, and had a special talent for driving her teachers up the wall; but she was also funny and kind and wasn’t afraid to use her fists to stick up for the less popular kids, which made her one of the most well-liked students at Lakeshore Middle School. Nicole quickly became popular by association, and an unlikely lifelong friendship was forged between a midwestern jock and a stereotypical California girl who led a rock band of her peers from her parents’ garage.
Waverly Earp, two years behind Nicole and Wynonna in school, had always been the yin to Wynonna’s yang. The sisters were close despite their vastly different personalities, with Waverly tending to be more reserved, bordering on shy, while Wynonna would strike up a conversation with anyone who would give her teenage self the time of day. While Waverly was working backstage on school theater productions and crafting winning science fair projects, Wynonna was teaching herself electric guitar and skateboarding down the pier by Laguna Beach.
Nicole remembered Waverly being whip smart and mature for her age, which was perhaps in part why she had been so determined to be a part of Wynonna’s older circle of friends. As the girls had grown older, they began drifting further apart, and though Nicole couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it had happened, Waverly had gone from always asking to tag along on her sister’s adventures to declining any invitations Wynonna offered for her to join them seemingly overnight.
As the girls traversed the murky waters of their high school years, Nicole became almost singularly focused on sports as she did everything in her power to earn a scholarship to college, and Wynonna started producing her own music in earnest in hopes of making a career of it one day. Waverly had sort of disappeared into the background, finding a niche group of friends and making her own way as Nicole and Wynonna prepared to move onto the greener pastures of university life. Waverly had actually ended up following in their footsteps and attending UC San Diego along with Nicole and her sister, but by that time the chasm between them was so wide Nicole had almost no relationship with the younger Earp.
Nicole thought she had finally pinpointed it - the last time she’d seen Waverly in person. It was at a Halloween party Nicole and Wynonna’s senior year at the university, and Nicole had been dressed as Snoop Dogg to Wynonna’s Martha Stewart. Nicole had attended the party with whatever girl she’d been casually seeing at the time, who had done a half-assed job attempting a zombie bride costume if Nicole remembered correctly, and Wynonna had been dating the woman she would propose to a year later.
Waverly had shown up to the party late, which Nicole only remembered because she’d been keeping an eye on the clock all night to make sure she made it back to her dorm by her team’s mandatory in-season curfew. The younger Earp had been dressed in a skimpy nurse costume that had seemed incredibly out of character for her, and that was the first and only time Nicole had ever regarded Waverly as something more than her best friend’s nerdy kid sister.
She had found Waverly attractive that night. Nicole could clearly recall her discomfort at the sudden realization before what’s-her-name zombie bride had dragged Nicole up the stairs for a quick hookup before Nicole needed to get home. After that night, Waverly had basically fallen off the face of the earth, or at least entirely out of Nicole’s orbit, and the two hadn’t really seen each other or spoken since.
After graduation, Nicole and Wynonna had ended up putting down roots close to their alma mater in Oceanside, CA. Nicole was now a high school English teacher and one of the most sought-after girl’s basketball coaches in the region, and Wynonna was producing music for various television shows and ad agencies. If Nicole remembered correctly, Rosita had mentioned Waverly moving a few hours north to Anaheim once she’d finished her own undergraduate degree. Nicole knew Wynonna and Rosita saw Waverly semi regularly - Waverly was Rosita’s best friend and the one who had introduced her to Wynonna in college, after all - but Waverly seemed to plan her visits around Nicole not being in attendance or being out of town for work.
That knowledge smarted a bit as Nicole considered Wynonna’s asinine plan for her to pretend to date Waverly for the week leading up to their dream wedding in San Diego. She wondered what Waverly was like now after all these years. What did she do for fun? Did she have friends in Anaheim? Was she happy in her work? How many men like Champ had broken Waverly’s heart and caused her pain?
Nicole shook the thoughts from her mind and rolled her head against the couch cushion until she was looking at Wynonna’s profile.
“You really think Waverly is gonna go for this plan of yours?” she asked.
Nicole didn’t see why in the world she would, but maybe Rosita had a point and Waverly was just desperate enough to actually consider it.
Wynonna sighed and tucked one foot under her knee before shrugging and meeting Nicole’s eyes.
“Honestly? I have no idea. But she’ll be here by dinner time, so I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”
Chapter 2: Waverly
Notes:
Waverly & Nicole meet again. Let's get into it, fam.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Waverly hated being late.
She drummed her fingernails impatiently against the steering wheel as she crawled through stop-and-go traffic on Highway 5. Work had been a total zoo since the second she’d slipped on her white lab coat at the pharmacy, and she’d left half an hour later than she’d meant to while trying to find a shipment of cholesterol medication that had been stored in the wrong place by a new employee. She’d only made it about five miles down the road before realizing she’d forgotten the phone charger she’d meant to pack on her nightstand, but there was simply no time to swing by her house to pick it up. She could buy a new one in San Diego.
Waverly waited for traffic to come to yet another screeching halt before firing off a quick text to let Wynonna and Rosita know she was running late. She sent her updated ETA to the message thread the three of them shared - titled ‘Sisters’ in her phone - and received responses from both women almost immediately.
WyNoNo: Ugh but I’m so hunggrryyyyy
Ro-Bust: Ignore her, Waves. Take your time and we’ll see you when we see you
Waverly: Sorry Wy! <3
WyNoNo: Can’t talk. Passed away from starvation *skull emoji*
Waverly rolled her eyes and tossed her phone in the cupholder as she finally moved a few hundred yards before traffic slowed again. By the time she checked her phone again, she had almost a dozen missed messages.
Ro-Bust: You look pretty alive to me, babe
WyNoNo: Wanna come take a closer look? I might need mouth to mouth…
Ro-Bust: I’m busy making dinner so you don’t actually starve, remember?
WyNoNo: I knew there was a reason I was marrying you :)
Ro-Bust: Like my cooking is even top five in your list of reasons *eye roll emoji*
WyNoNo: You caught me. I’m only tying you down for your body cause dammnnn *heart eye emoji*
Ro-Bust: Right back atcha, babe ;)
Waverly fought the urge to vomit and typed a response before they really got going.
Waverly: We have RULES about no sexting each other in the group chat! Please follow them for the love of all things holy.
WyNoNo: Baby girl if you think that was sexting you’re more tragically celibate than I feared
Waverly: *middle finger emoji*
Ro-Bust: Wy, leave her alone or no spaghetti for you
WyNoNo: How dare you. I’m calling the police to report future spousal abuse
WyNoNo: Seriously Waves hurry up. We’ve got something important to talk to you about
Great.
Waverly didn’t like the sound of that at all, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it as the cars in front of her started moving again.
Waverly: Traffic is moving. Be there soon!
****
By the time Waverly pulled up to her sister's house over an hour later than planned, she was annoyed, exhausted, and ready to put the shitty day behind her with a glass or five of the excellent wine Rosita kept on hand. Waverly was only spending one night at their house to cut down on her drive time before they all departed for San Diego the following day, but she still lugged her large suitcase through the front door so she’d have her pajamas and everything else she needed for the evening.
The sound of laughter and clattering dishes echoed down the hall as Waverly toed off her shoes, and she sighed in relief at finally being on a much-needed mini vacation from work. Even if that vacation was staying semi-local to her home and packed full of events to celebrate her sister and best friend getting hitched, Waverly would still take it over another grueling week at the pharmacy. She’d been looking forward to this week for months, and nothing as silly as a little bit of California traffic was going to ruin it for her.
Waverly left her suitcase by the door and padded down the hallway in her bare feet, finding Rosita in the kitchen hovering over a pot of something that smelled amazing. She snuck up behind her and wrapped her arms around Rosita’s waist without warning, earning a high pitched squeal as Rosita jumped and tried unsuccessfully to turn around in Waverly’s arms.
“That smells so freaking good,” Waverly said, finally releasing Rosita when she smacked the back of Waverly’s hand with her wooden spoon.
“Just call me Martha Stewart,” Rosita replied, pulling Waverly in for a real hug before turning back to keep an eye on her sauce. “It’s good to see you, Waves,” she said over her shoulder.
“No offense, babe, but Martha Stewart is a much badder bitch than you. She’s done hard time for god’s sake.”
Waverly turned at her sister’s voice and found her lounging on the couch in the open concept living room that sat just off the kitchen. Wynonna threw a peace sign over the back of the couch but made no move to get up and greet Waverly properly.
“I could handle a little jail time,” Rosita said seriously. “You forget that I grew up in Oakland.”
“Whatever you say, my love.”
Waverly crossed the room to the couch Wynonna was sitting on and mussed her hair just to annoy her.
“Hey, get off me, short stack!” Wynonna swatted at her hand, but Waverly was already back in the kitchen and sliding onto a stool at the island.
“You want a glass of wine?” Rosita asked.
“Yes, please. Whatever you’re having is perfect.”
Rosita pulled two wine glasses from a cabinet and placed one in front of Waverly. She opened the small wine fridge on the other side of the island and pulled out a bottle of Pinot noir, showing Waverly the label with an eyebrow raised in a silent question.
“Looks great,” Waverly said.
Rosita placed the bottle in front of Waverly and handed her a corkscrew so she could give the pasta a final stir before turning off the burner. Waverly poured herself and Rosita generous glasses before taking a sip and closing her eyes briefly as she savored the notes of cherry, nutmeg, and a hint of something earthy. Perfection.
Rosita picked up her own glass and clinked it against Waverly’s with a genuine smile on her face that made Waverly’s heart burst with joy for her best friend.
“Cheers,” Rosita said.
“Cheers to you. Soon to be the most beautiful bride anyone’s ever seen,” Waverly added.
“Excuse me? What am I, chopped liver?” Wynonna called from the couch.
Waverly sighed and eyed Rosita seriously. “You sure you wanna go through with this? I promise to be your runaway bride driver no questions asked up until the moment you say ‘I do’.”
Rosita laughed and took another sip of her wine before placing her glass on the counter. She pulled a stack of bowls from a cabinet and placed them by the stove, lowering her voice as she answered Waverly.
“Better keep the car running around back just in case,” she said quietly, winking at Waverly before turning her attention to her fiancée in the other room. “Dinner’s ready, babe. Come get a plate.”
Wynonna groaned like an eighty-year-old woman as she pushed off the couch, giving Waverly a quick hug as they gathered around the kitchen island and Rosita searched their drawers for a pair of tongs.
“So what’s the important thing you wanted to talk to me about?” Waverly asked, no longer able to quell the anxiety that hadn’t left her since Wynonna’s cryptic text message. “You’re not doing Rosita a gigantic favor and calling off the wedding are you?”
Wynonna punched her shoulder hard enough to hurt, and Waverly rubbed the spot as she glared at her older sister.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you like Rosie more than me, baby sis,” Wynonna said, pouting.
“Well, Wy. There’s the family you’re born into against your will, and then there’s chosen family. Rosita is the latter, so take that how you will.”
Rosita chuckled as Wynonna’s frown deepened.
“That’s cold, Waves. It’s bad enough you chose to be Rosie’s Maid of Honor instead of mine. Will the familial betrayal never end?”
“Get over it, sis. Rosie is an only child and my best friend in the world. I might be her official Maid of Honor, but I’ll literally be standing up there with both of you on the big day,” Waverly said.
“Fine, whatever,” Wynonna grumbled as she dished herself some spaghetti from the pot on the stove.
“Quit stalling and tell me whatever this news is,” Waverly said, waiting for Rosita to get herself a serving of food before making her own plate.
“Good news, baby girl. Rosita and I found you a date for the wedding who’s willing to go along with this whole fake relationship vibe,” Wynonna said proudly.
“I’d like to go on the record and say that I had nothing to do with this,” Rosita interjected.
Waverly glanced between Rosita and her sister uncertainly.
“How did you find someone on such short notice?” Waverly asked. “Please tell me you didn’t put an ad out in the paper or swipe through your old Tinder profile to find some desperate weirdo who only wants to be my date so they can get wasted on the free booze and then cause a scene I’ll never live down with our family and friends.”
Wynonna’s eyes widened as she blinked at Waverly in alarm.
“That got dark fast,” Wynonna muttered.
Waverly sighed and ran a hand through her hair as she set her bowl of pasta on the counter.
“Just tell me who it is, Wy.”
A throat cleared over Waverly’s shoulder, and she turned to find the last person she ever expected to see standing in the hallway that led to the back yard.
Nicole fucking Haught.
It was a good thing Waverly had already put her plate down, because her hands went clammy and her fingers felt numb as she took in the woman she hadn’t seen in almost three years. Nicole was dressed casually in a UCSD Basketball t-shirt and cutoff denim shorts that made her toned legs look a mile long. Her hands were shoved into her pockets as though she didn’t know what to do with them, and Waverly could certainly relate.
She flexed her tingling fingers by her sides before clenching both hands into fists, and Nicole tracked the movement with a slight narrowing of her eyes. Eyes that were exactly the same warm, chocolatey brown Waverly remembered, despite years of wishing like hell she could forget. And eyes that were now flitting over Waverly’s bare feet and bright colored sundress before searching her face with cautious curiosity.
“Wha-” Waverly was mortified she had to clear the sudden thickness from her throat, but she did it anyway so she could get the words out. “What are you doing here?”
“Having spaghetti, same as you,” Nicole replied with a small shrug.
God, her voice.
Waverly felt the familiarity of it crash into her like a sucker punch to the gut, and she took a half step back as though Nicole had physically slapped her.
Waverly had known she would see Nicole at the wedding. Nicole was Wynonna’s Best Man - or Best Woman, whatever, so of course she would be there - but Waverly hadn’t been prepared to see her that evening, standing in her sister’s kitchen as if she had just as much right to be there as Waverly did. Leave it to Wynonna not to warn her Nicole would be here tonight, but of course she hadn’t. Nicole was Wynonna’s best friend, and their friendship had always come before everyone and everything - especially Waverly.
She felt white hot anger simmering in her blood as she turned on Wynonna with a glare.
“Why is she here?”
Rosita sighed audibly, as if she’d known this fight was coming. Nicole ignored Waverly’s impending tantrum and grabbed an empty bowl as she made her way to the stove. She came close enough that Waverly could smell her familiar vanilla perfume, and she closed her eyes against the traitorous clench of her gut.
“Remember how I said I found you a date for the wedding?” Wynonna asked, looking suddenly nervous as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
Waverly waited impatiently, too distracted by Nicole’s presence to pay attention to whatever nonsense Wynonna was about to regale her with.
“Ta-da!” Wynonna said with a contrived attempt at enthusiasm, gesturing in Nicole’s direction with a ridiculous flourish.
Waverly spared a glance at Nicole, whose back was turned to the group as she took a hell of a long time scooping spaghetti from the pot and into her bowl.
Waverly huffed out a breath in frustration, crossing her arms over her chest as she rephrased her question to Wynonna. “Yes, I’ve seen her. What does Nicole have to do with finding me a date for the wedding?”
Wynonna sighed heavily and gestured even more emphatically at Nicole, who was now facing the group with a furrowed brow and firmly clenched jaw.
“Ta-fucking-da!” Wynonna singsonged, shooting Rosita a pleading glance to help Waverly understand what she was implying.
Waverly’s eyebrows hit her hairline as the pieces clicked into place with horrifying certainty.
She cannot be serious.
An uncomfortable laugh bubbled up from between Waverly’s lips before she could stop it, and she shook her head as though she could wake herself up from whatever twilight zone she’d somehow found herself in.
“Very funny,” Waverly said. “Nicole isn’t my date.”
“Oh, but she is,” Wynonna disagreed.
Waverly’s eyes flicked to Nicole’s face briefly, her expression unreadable as she watched the sisters discuss her as though she wasn’t standing in their midst.
“But she- We can’t-” Waverly blew out a breath through pursed lips and tried again. “I don’t even like her.”
Nicole snorted and rolled her eyes as she twirled a bite of spaghetti around her fork. “Try not to sugarcoat it, Wave.”
Wave.
Waverly hadn’t heard the nickname from Nicole’s lips in years. She ignored the sharp pang in her chest and glared at her sister.
“Wy, I don’t know what you’re playing at, but this isn’t funny.”
“Look, just hear me out,” Wynonna said. “Of course you and Nicole aren’t actually together, but Champ the chump doesn’t know that, and neither does anybody else who will be at the wedding. You need a date, Nicole doesn’t have a date…it’s a win-win.”
“Yeah, but…”
Waverly’s head was spinning so fast she felt like she might pass out. There was no way she could pretend to date Nicole fucking Haught, the woman she’d sworn to hate since the day Nicole had swooped into their lives and practically stolen Waverly’s sister from her. The Nicole Haught that Waverly remembered was a cocky little shit who was too cool for school and spent more time making out with random girls than she did hitting the books, and Waverly was not about to be another notch on Nicole’s bedpost - pretend or otherwise.
Sure, Waverly had harbored a hopeless crush on her sister’s best friend since she was thirteen and too naive to know better, but that was all in the past where Waverly had buried it under years of repressed anger and the sting of unrequited feelings. No way in hell was Waverly about to crack open that can of worms and let any old feelings for Nicole slither out like wisps of smoke that would be impossible to force back under the lid.
No fucking way.
“Nicole and I barely know each other,” Waverly said, desperately trying to make her sister see reason without having to explain why this was the worst idea in the history of ideas.
It was Nicole who responded, pulling no punches and calling Waverly on her bullshit like she had since they were teenagers. “We literally grew up together, Waverly. Or have you so thoroughly ignored me for the past three years, you’ve forgotten that I’ve known you since you were eleven and were going through that emo phase of wearing nothing but vintage band tees you stole from Wynonna’s closet?”
Nicole arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow and dared Waverly to contradict her, and suddenly the anger was back in full force.
“Me? Ignored you?” Waverly narrowed her eyes as Nicole squared her shoulders for a fight. “That’s fucking rich.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Nicole asked indignantly.
“I’m gonna stop you right there before we go too far down memory lane and start saying shit we can’t take back,” Wynonna interrupted. “Waves, Nicole is just trying to help. This whole thing was my idea, so don’t blame her.”
“What does Rosita think of this grand plan of yours?” Waverly asked, addressing the question to Wynonna since her best friend had taken her bowl of spaghetti and left them to their arguing as she ate in peaceful silence on the couch.
“I believe her exact words were ‘desperate times call for desperate measures’, but this is a great idea - admit it, Waves,” Wynonna said.
Waverly attempted to put aside her knee-jerk rejection of Wynonna’s absurd proposal and consider it logically instead of emotionally. Nicole wasn’t wrong, she had known Waverly for nearly fourteen years, which was more than any of Waverly’s other friends could say. But it had been years since they’d seen each other, and Nicole knew nothing about adult Waverly, nor did Waverly know anything about post-college Nicole other than what her sister had told her in passing.
On the surface, the idea of Nicole Haught being Waverly’s platonic date to her sister’s wedding was relatively straightforward. They could attend the various events together throughout the week, hang out with the rest of the bridal party and maybe make some new friends, and then they’d support their favorite people in the world on the most important day of their lives. Simple.
Nicole Haught being Waverly’s date to her sister’s wedding while pretending to be Waverly’s girlfriend was a different matter entirely. Girlfriends knew things about each other. They wanted to be in each other’s presence, they acted affectionately towards each other, and it would probably be frowned upon if one of them strangled the other days before their sister’s wedding vows.
There was also the not insignificant issue of Nicole not knowing Waverly was bisexual. There had never been a reason for it to come up, as Waverly had been a late bloomer in the figuring out her sexuality department, and by the time she’d kissed her first woman she and Nicole were no longer on speaking terms. Waverly knew neither Wynonna or Rosita would ever out her to someone without her consent, and they would certainly never mention Waverly’s love life to Nicole knowing Waverly had basically cast the redhead as her mortal enemy while they were still in their teens.
The most glaring issue, of course, was the fact that Waverly’s current feelings about Nicole were…complicated at best.
Waverly had grown to resent Nicole’s presence in her life almost as soon as she and Wynonna had become friends. It had become immediately clear to eleven-year-old Waverly that her sister much preferred hanging out with the cool, athletic, older girl from out of town rather than her nerdy baby sister whose only mission in life was to follow Wynonna everywhere she went.
Waverly had been about fourteen when she’d started questioning her sexuality, in large part due to the blossoming crush she’d developed on her sister’s best friend. Waverly had watched from afar while Nicole became the second most popular girl in school, won every athletic award that existed, and generally floated through life as though everything came easily to her.
Nicole never had a problem accepting accolades and being the center of attention. She didn’t blush or stammer when pretty girls talked to her - on the contrary, she flirted easily and had girls tripping over themselves wanting to date her. She didn’t have to spend all night studying to earn her 4.0 GPA like Waverly did, but rather spent her nights out having fun and causing all manner of trouble with Wynonna.
And the icing on top of the fucked up cake, what added major insult to years of injury, was while Waverly was secretly pining over the most gorgeous girl she’d ever seen for years, Nicole never gave scrawny, socially awkward Waverly Earp a second glance. Not once. Not even when they were attending the same university and Waverly had finally grown into her womanly body and knew for sure she was into women as well as men. Even then Nicole had always had another girl on her arm, a new one almost every month, and watching the parade of women that were better, older, prettier than Waverly had simply become to much to bear.
Now, Nicole Haught stood in front of Waverly looking every bit as beautiful and unbothered as Waverly had always thought she was, and it made Waverly simultaneously want to kiss her and punch the taller woman in the face. Unfortunately for Waverly, neither of those options was feasible if she didn’t want to end up at Wynonna’s wedding looking as pathetically single as she was.
Waverly sighed and ran a hand over her face as the harsh reality of her situation settled over her.
“Let’s pretend for one second that we were actually gonna do this,” Waverly said, speaking slowly as she mulled the logistics over.
Nicole’s eyes widened in surprise, and Waverly let herself feel a modicum of satisfaction at catching her off guard. Apparently, Nicole hadn’t actually expected Waverly to go along with this scheme, so the fact she was even considering it was throwing Nicole for a loop.
Good.
“How are we supposed to pass for a real couple?” Waverly asked. “People are nosy, questions will come up. What are we supposed to tell people our backstory is?”
Wynonna brushed off her concern with a wave of her hand. “You and Nicole are two of the smartest women I know. I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”
“Have you even dated a woman before?”
It was Waverly’s turn to be caught off guard as Nicole’s words echoed through the kitchen.
It was a fair question, given their friends and family were unlikely to believe the charade of Waverly dating a woman if she’d never openly dated one before, but Waverly found herself not wanting to answer. Nicole wasn’t entitled to know anything about Waverly anymore, including whom she did or didn’t date, and she certainly didn’t need to know the gory details of Waverly’s dating history in order for them to get through a week of pretending not to hate each other.
“That’s none of your business,” Waverly replied icily, crossing her arms over her chest and daring Nicole to argue.
Nicole looked like she was about to do just that, but Wynonna thankfully interrupted.
“It doesn’t matter, anyway. The point is, Waves needs someone to be her date, I need someone to have her back in case Champ gets any ideas about giving her a hard time, and Nicole can handle both of those things no problem.” Wynonna paused and glanced between Waverly and Nicole warily, taking the temperature of the room as they continued to glare at each other over the kitchen island. “What’s a few days pretending not to hate each other’s guts, right? Piece of cake.”
Waverly tore her eyes away from Nicole’s unwavering stare and raised an eyebrow at Wynonna. “Don’t you think this is…weird? Me pretending to date your best friend?” she asked.
Wynonna shrugged. “It would only be weird if you two actually liked each other, and we all know that’s not the case,” she said. “Just admit I’m a genius so we can move on and start looking forward to the next few days. Nicole will be a stellar temporary girlfriend. Won’t you, Nic?”
“She’s certainly had enough practice,” Waverly muttered, but not quietly enough that Nicole didn’t hear.
“What did you just say?” Nicole’s face flushed in anger, but Waverly wasn’t about to back down from a challenge now.
“I said you’ve certainly had enough practice, what with the revolving door of girls you’ve had on your arm since we were teenagers,” Waverly snapped.
Nicole clenched her jaw so hard Waverly could see the muscle jump under her skin. She put her nearly full bowl of spaghetti on the counter and flicked her gaze over Waverly from head to toe before walking around the island and coming almost nose to nose with the shorter woman.
“You don’t know anything about me,” Nicole said quietly, her words clipped as though she was struggling not to shout them.
Waverly swallowed audibly, her eyes dropping to Nicole’s lips for a split second as she continued speaking in that dangerously low tone.
“I was doing you a favor by agreeing to go along with this idiotic plan. But if it’s going to be so freaking terrible for you to even pretend you have an ounce of respect for me, let’s just forget we had this conversation.” Nicole’s eyes flitted between Waverly’s for a moment before her expression morphed into something Waverly didn’t like one bit - hurt. “See you in San Diego.”
Nicole’s arm brushed Waverly’s shoulder as she stepped past her, and Waverly stood too shell-shocked to move as the sound of her footsteps padded down the hall. She heard Nicole pause by the front door, likely slipping on her shoes before the jingle of car keys sounded as she removed them from the bowl on the entry table. Waverly glanced at Wynonna, who was looking at her with such obvious disappointment that Waverly felt as though she was once again eleven years old being scolded by a displeased parent.
Nicole was right. Waverly didn’t know her, certainly not anymore if she ever really had. Who was she to judge Nicole for the number of partners she’d had throughout more than a decade of knowing each other? Hell, maybe Waverly would’ve done the same if she’d gotten half the offers Nicole did. Waverly felt guilt and shame spread through her like cloying molasses, and she turned on her heel and jogged down the hall before she could think better of it.
“Nicole, wait.”
Waverly pressed her palm to the front door as Nicole started to pull it open. Nicole sighed heavily, refusing to look at Waverly as she kept her gaze firmly trained on the painted wood.
“I really don’t want to do this with you, Waverly. Please just let me go.”
All of the fight from moments before had left Nicole’s voice, and Waverly felt even worse as she studied her profile.
“I’m sorry,” Waverly said, watching the words land as Nicole turned her head slightly in Waverly’s direction. “You were right. I’m the one who needs help, and all I’ve done is act like an asshole since I saw you. I just…I wasn’t expecting you or, well, any of this, but I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that.”
A few moments of painful silence passed before Nicole responded.
“Thank you for saying that. I still think it’s best if I go and let you catch up with Wynonna.”
Nicole twisted the doorknob again, but Waverly leaned her weight against her palm to keep the door firmly closed.
“Can we just- I mean-” Waverly huffed out a breath and tried to form a coherent sentence. “Will you go to the wedding as my fake girlfriend? I’ll be better, I swear. Please, Nicole.”
Nicole turned and finally met Waverly’s eyes, searching Waverly’s face for god knows what before sighing through her nose and nodding slightly.
“Fine. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 8:00am,” she said.
Waverly’s hand dropped from the door in surprise. Nicole had said yes, which was a miracle in itself after the way Waverly had acted, but what was this about picking Waverly up? Waverly was supposed to be making the drive to San Diego with Wynonna and Rosita, and there was no way they had room for a fourth with the heaps of luggage and supplies they’d be hauling in Wynonna’s small SUV.
Nicole must’ve seen the confusion on Waverly’s face, for her lips quirked up in a slight smile as she pulled the door open now that Waverly had released it.
“You and I have a backstory to plan, so you’re riding south with me tomorrow,” Nicole explained. “Don’t forget to pack your road trip snacks.”
Nicole disappeared into the night without a backwards glance, leaving Waverly standing in the open doorway wondering how her life could be turned on its head in a matter of hours. Not only had she seen Nicole Haught for the first time in years, but she was about to embark on a week-long wedding extravaganza pretending Nicole was her girlfriend and not someone she actively couldn’t stand. Or, perhaps more accurately, someone she sometimes couldn’t stand while other times wanting to kiss her senseless.
What could possibly go wrong?
Notes:
Here's the thing guys. I freaking LOVE writing Waverly & Nicole fighting lol. It is giving me life drafting heated arguments for them to have that will, of course, also be chock full of sexual tension and heated glances and all that fun stuff. I'm freaking stoked about the upcoming chapters.
True to the tags, this will not be a slow burn, so you won't have to wait too long for the inevitable fireworks with these two ;)
See you in the comments!
Chapter 3: Nicole
Notes:
Thank you guys for all the love on this story so far! <3
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Nicole parked on the street and stared at Wynonna’s house through the passenger side window. It was 7:57am, and Waverly was likely waiting for her to arrive so they could start the drive to San Diego. It was only about an hour south of Oceanside, but with the near-constant California traffic, especially in the summer months, Nicole was certain it would take them closer to double that time.
She drummed her fingers against her thigh and sighed, realizing she was stalling because she was anxious about facing the younger Earp again. Nicole still hadn’t forgiven Waverly for her comments the night before, and the memory of Waverly’s cutting assessment of her dating practices had Nicole gritting her teeth with renewed annoyance.
You’ve certainly had enough practice, Waverly had said.
Nicole had absolutely garnered her fair share of female attention since her teenage years, that much was true. Flirting had always come naturally to Nicole and was mostly done in harmless fun throughout her formative years. Nicole was lucky in the sense that she’d known she was a lesbian from an early age, so she’d skipped right over the awkward ‘figuring herself out’ years that most young women her age were subjected to. She liked girls and had an effortless charm that drew people in, so of course a lot of girls had liked Nicole right back.
Getting tied up in serious relationships had never been at the top of Nicole’s mind during her years at school, especially because she had been hyper-focused on earning an athletic scholarship to pay her way through college. God knew her homophobic parents weren’t going to pay for her continued education, so it was up to Nicole to pave her own way if she had any hope of starting a new life once she fled from underneath her parents’ stifling roof. Being awarded a full scholarship to play basketball at UC San Diego had completely altered the course of Nicole’s life, and she didn’t regret a thing about how she’d gotten herself there - even if it had come at the expense of developing any meaningful relationships outside of her friendship with Wynonna.
Of course, Waverly had known nothing of Nicole’s struggles growing up. Nicole worked hard to project an always sunny disposition and carefree attitude that masked the challenges she’d faced with her family. She hadn’t even shared the extent of how bad her home life was with Wynonna, even when she learned she could tell her best friend anything without fear of being judged. Nicole didn’t need anyone’s pity, and she certainly didn’t welcome anyone’s unsolicited opinions on her love life, especially when those opinions were levied with a tone of accusation like Waverly’s had been the night before.
The clock on the dash read 7:59 before she hauled herself out of the car and made her way to the front door as if she was approaching the gallows. She steeled herself with a deep breath and knocked twice before letting herself in, knowing Wynonna never expected Nicole to wait for entry into her home.
Nicole found Wynonna and Rosita in the kitchen, both sipping mugs of coffee as they sat at the island with their fingers threaded together on top of the counter. She paused, watching her best friend and the love of her life as they chatted quietly over their morning coffee, so clearly enmeshed in the domestic bliss that was only earned after years of being together. Nicole could admit she was envious of a love like that, of having someone to come home to and snuggle up with as she graded papers on the couch after a long day at work. She certainly didn’t have any current prospects in the relationship department, not having dated anyone even casually for the last eight months or so.
And Waverly Earp thinks you’re a player.
Nicole rolled her eyes to herself as she made her presence known in the kitchen.
“Morning everyone,” Nicole said, squeezing Wynonna’s shoulder and smiling at Rosita as she walked around the island and leaned against the opposite counter. Her eyes drifted pointedly to the empty stool on Wynonna’s other side, and she raised an eyebrow at her friend. “Somebody sleeping in or what?”
Wynonna chuckled and shook her head. “She’s up. I’m sure she’s doing her hair or whatever. You know Waverly takes ages to get herself ready in the morning.”
“We’re driving to San Diego, not going to the prom,” Nicole muttered.
Of course Waverly wouldn’t be ready at the hour Nicole had suggested, because that would require her to actually be respectful of Nicole and her time. Not that they were necessarily in a rush to get to the venue where they would be staying for the next few days, but still.
“Isn’t it a bit early to be talking shit about me?”
Nicole turned at the sound of Waverly’s voice, whatever retort she had planned dying on her lips as her gaze landed on the shorter woman. Waverly wore tight calf-length leggings and a cropped tank top that showed off surprisingly toned arms and abs, her hair falling loosely down her back in effortless waves. Nicole snapped her mouth shut as her eyes lingered on the strip of tan skin at Waverly’s waist for a moment too long. She cleared her throat and turned to look anywhere but at Waverly, finding Rosita watching her with an amused smile.
“We weren’t talking shit, baby girl, just stating facts,” Wynonna said before sipping her coffee.
“Hmm.”
Waverly gave Nicole’s athletic shorts and faded t-shirt combo a brief glance before sliding onto the vacant stool next to her sister.
“So what’s the plan for today?” she asked.
“We still need to pack up Wynonna’s Jeep, but then we’ll be ready to go. You guys can go ahead and get a head start, but we shouldn’t be too far behind you,” Rosita said. “We can let ourselves into the house whenever we get there, so I’ll text you both the address and door code so you have it.”
“Do you need any help packing up the car?” Nicole asked.
“We’ll be fine,” Wynonna replied. “I did most of it last night. We just need to put our garment bags and a few other things in there.”
Nicole glanced at Waverly, silently asking if she was ready to hit the road.
“I’m ready when you are,” Waverly said.
“Okay, then. I guess we’ll see you guys in a few hours,” Nicole said.
Waverly slid off the bar stool and walked down the hall to get her suitcase, and Nicole sighed as she resigned herself to being trapped in a car with the younger Earp for the next few hours.
“It’ll be fine, Nic,” Wynonna said quietly, sensing Nicole’s concern. “Maybe some time alone will help you guys reconnect,” she added with a shrug.
“Are we going or what?” Waverly asked, having reappeared with her suitcase in tow and looking at Nicole expectantly.
“Whatever you say, Princess,” Nicole mumbled.
Waverly narrowed her eyes, but Nicole ignored the look and took Waverly’s suitcase from her hand.
“Drive safe!” Rosita called as they made their way down the hall and out the front door.
Nicole placed Waverly’s suitcase in the trunk next to her own then slid into the driver’s seat, the strangeness of finding Waverly seated on the other side of the car hitting her like a ton of bricks. They regarded each other silently before Nicole finally broke the awkward silence with a forced laugh.
“This is weird, right?”
“Let’s not make it weirder by talking about it,” Waverly replied, turning away from Nicole to look out the windshield instead.
“Fine.” Nicole fired up the ignition and paused before putting the car in gear. “Coffee?”
“Sure,” Waverly said, seeming surprised by the offer. “There’s a place just around the corner called-”
“Home Brew,” Nicole finished for her. “Yeah, I know it.”
Waverly hummed under her breath, and Nicole pulled away from the curb. They drove in relative silence, an alternative rock station playing softly on the radio as Nicole pulled into the familiar drive thru.
“What’s your drink of choice?” Nicole asked as they waited for their turn to order.
“Medium iced soy vanilla latte, half sweet, with a dash of cinnamon and extra ice,” Waverly rattled off.
Nicole blinked at her, and Waverly arched an eyebrow defiantly.
“What? Need me to write it down for you?”
Nicole rolled her eyes as she pulled up to the speaker box to place their order.
“Hello, what can I get for you?” the crackly voice from the speaker asked.
“Good morning. Can I get a medium iced vanilla latte with soy milk, half sweet, with extra ice and a dash of cinnamon?” Nicole asked, shooting Waverly a smug smirk as she perfectly recalled her complicated order.
“Of course. Anything else?”
“And a medium iced Americano. That’ll be all.”
“Great. I’ll have those for you at the next window.”
Nicole paid and handed Waverly her drink once it was ready, taking her Americano gratefully before pulling out of the drive thru and navigating them onto the interstate.
“Thanks for this,” Waverly mumbled, as if it physically pained her to thank Nicole for anything.
“You’re welcome.”
Nicole merged into the middle lane and settled herself in for the drive ahead. Waverly sipped her coffee and stared out the passenger side window, and Nicole wondered what she was thinking about and if she found this situation as uncomfortable as Nicole did. They made it a few miles before traffic slowed down, the summer rush to the south in full effect just as Nicole had predicted.
“So,” Nicole began, glancing at Waverly briefly as she considered how to start the conversation they needed to have. “You want to catch me up on the past few years? You’re living in Anaheim now, right?”
“Right,” Waverly said, glancing at Nicole warily. “What else do you want to know?”
“I don’t know. Whatever a former friend turned fake girlfriend should know about you, I guess. Do you like living there? What do you do for work? What are your hobbies?”
Waverly sighed before listing off the answers to Nicole’s questions like she was checking boxes on a form at the doctor’s office. “Anaheim is okay. Probably not where I want to be forever, but it’s fine for now. I’m a pharmacist, and I love my job. I’m also working on my Ph.D. in Pharmacology and Physiology, so I guess that’s what I spend the majority of my free time on these days.”
“Shit, that’s impressive,” Nicole said truthfully. “Why did you want to pursue a Ph.D.?”
“I always liked learning and being in school, so I figured why not go all the way, you know? Plus, I might not want to work in the pharmacy forever. I think it’d be kind of fun to teach at a small college part-time or something like that in the future.”
Nicole smiled at that, surprised to learn she and Waverly had a passion for education in common.
“I really love teaching,” Nicole said, “but I don’t think I could do it at the collegiate level.”
“You’re teaching at a high school, right?” Waverly asked. “I remember Wynonna mentioning it a while back.”
Nicole nodded. “Yeah, I teach AP English Lit and coach the varsity girls’ basketball team. Coaching was actually the main reason I got into teaching in the first place, but I really love working with the kids in both athletics and academics.”
“Was your team any good last year?” Waverly asked.
Nicole appreciated her making an effort, though if she remembered correctly Waverly had almost zero interest in sports.
“We had a great season,” Nicole said. “Three of my starters are returning, too, so it should be another good year ahead.”
Waverly hummed as she took another sip of her drink. “I’m sure the girls really like having you as a coach,” she said offhandedly.
“Careful, Earp. That sounded suspiciously like a compliment,” Nicole teased. “What makes you say that?”
“I don’t know,” Waverly said, shrugging and keeping her eyes trained out the passenger window. “You were always so passionate about basketball. I’m sure that carries over into your coaching.”
“I guess that’s true,” Nicole agreed, an unexpected warmth settling in her chest at Waverly’s frank assessment.
They drove in silence for a few minutes before Waverly spoke again.
“Tell me about the last girl you dated,” she said.
Nicole eyes widened in surprise as she glanced away from the road briefly.
“Why?”
“Because as your girlfriend, I think I would know that sort of information,” Waverly answered.
“Um-” Nicole paused, trying to recall anything worth sharing about the last woman she’d been seeing. Dating was probably too strong a word to describe the couple of dates and steamy hookups they had shared, but she didn’t necessarily feel the need to share the specifics with Waverly. “Her name was Taylor. We met at a bar one night after work, went on some dates over the span of a few weeks. It never got super serious or anything.”
“What would you say your type is?” Waverly asked.
Nicole squeezed the back of her neck as she felt the weight of Waverly’s gaze on her. It would definitely be inappropriate to say femme presenting women with long brown hair and hazel eyes, so Nicole settled on a little white lie to satisfy Waverly’s curiosity.
“I don’t have a specific type,” Nicole said somewhat truthfully. “I’m just attracted to whoever I’m attracted to, I guess. Was your ex your usual type?” she asked in an obvious attempt at redirecting the conversation away from herself.
Waverly snorted. “Champ was a textbook egotistical athlete who thought he was god’s gift to women, so I suppose you could say that.”
“What happened between you two?”
Waverly’s face flushed slightly, and Nicole wondered what she would have to be embarrassed about when it came to her last relationship.
“He…cheated on me,” Waverly admitted quietly. “More than once.”
Nicole gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white, and she took a deep breath to keep the disgust out of her voice so Waverly didn’t mistake it for being directed at her.
“I’m really sorry that happened to you,” Nicole said simply, knowing the words weren’t enough to actually fix anything. “That prick better hope I don’t see him at the wedding,” she muttered.
Waverly chuckled and met Nicole’s eyes with a wry smile. “Why? You gonna fight him to defend my honor?” she asked.
“I just might,” Nicole replied, meaning every word.
Fuck that asshole for treating Waverly like shit and clearly damaging her self worth in the process, if her embarrassment about the situation was anything to go by.
“You know it wasn’t you, right?” Nicole asked. “If Champ didn’t realize what he had with someone like you, then he’s more of an idiot than I thought, which is really saying something because I already hate the guy.”
“You don’t need to give me the ‘it’s not you, it’s him’ pep talk. I’m over it, okay?”
“I’m not blowing smoke up your ass, Waverly. You’re gorgeous and smart and way too good for someone who treats you like shit,” Nicole pressed.
Waverly eyed Nicole and seemed to consider her words before her eyes widened in surprise.
“Oh my god, are you making a pass at me right now?” she asked, her tone incredulous.
“Wait, what?” Nicole met Waverly’s eyes briefly before she had to focus back on the road. “Of course not. I was just trying to be supportive.”
Waverly scoffed. “You really can’t help yourself, can you? Once a player, always a player,” she muttered.
Nicole felt her face flush in anger at Waverly’s unjust accusation. “What the fuck-”
“Forget it, Nicole. There’s no way you’re getting me into bed, regardless of how cozy we have to appear to be for the next week,” Waverly said sharply.
Nicole laughed harshly and shook her head in disbelief. “As if I’d want to hook up with someone who’s so conceited they think I’m hitting on them when I’m clearly not interested and never have been. Grow up, Waverly.”
“You grow up,” Waverly shot back.
“Very mature,” Nicole countered. “I can’t imagine why I wouldn’t be interested in you when you’re so much fun to be around.”
“Fuck you,” Waverly said.
“In your dreams, Princess.”
Nicole shot Waverly a glare before changing lanes to pass a car moving slowly in front of them. Waverly huffed next to her, and they fell into a tense silence for the rest of the drive.
****
By the time they arrived at the beachfront rental home Wynonna had booked for the wedding, Nicole’s body was vibrating with pent up agitation, and Waverly looked as though she wasn’t faring much better. Nicole checked her texts and punched in the code to let them into the house, and she and Waverly entered in silence, each lugging their own suitcase across the threshold.
The house was a stunning modern construction with an open concept layout that boasted a wall of windows overlooking the large pool in the back yard and the beach below. Nicole looked around the house in awe, taking in the gorgeous view as Waverly did the same from a few feet away. Nicole chanced a look at Waverly, who stood stiffly with her arms crossed over her chest as she surveyed the sand below them.
Sensing her gaze, Waverly turned her head and arched an eyebrow silently.
“What?” Nicole asked.
“What yourself,” Waverly replied. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Nicole’s brow furrowed. “Like what?”
“Like that,” Waverly reiterated, gesturing vaguely in Nicole’s general direction. “Just…don’t look at me.”
“Oh my god, you’re fucking impossible,” Nicole muttered, running a hand through her hair as she was once again scolded for doing absolutely nothing wrong.
“You know what? I’m going down to the beach. Don’t follow me.”
Waverly turned on her heel and left Nicole standing by the large windows.
“Wouldn’t dream of it!” Nicole called over her shoulder, hearing a mumbled curse from Waverly as she slammed the back door behind her.
A steep wooden staircase led from the backyard to the beach, and Nicole watched Waverly traverse it carefully before her feet hit the sand. She slipped off the sandals she’d been wearing and held them in one hand as she made her way to the water.
Nicole sighed heavily, realizing this week was going to be more hellish than she’d originally thought if she and Waverly couldn’t go more than thirty minutes without arguing. She decided to take her mind off it by exploring the rest of the house, wandering through the vacant rooms one by one and taking in the slightly varied beach views from each of the bedrooms. An incoming text interrupted her meandering, and she felt an immediate sense of relief that Wynonna and Rosita were apparently pulling into the driveway already.
She met them at their car, smiling tightly at Rosita as she climbed out of the passenger seat.
“How was the drive?” Rosita asked, glancing over Nicole’s shoulder and frowning when there was no sign of Waverly behind her.
“Went about as well as you’d expect,” Nicole said.
Rosita gave Nicole’s forearm a reassuring squeeze before following her to the trunk of the car. They’d packed the SUV within an inch of its life, and Nicole chuckled as she noted there wasn’t a spare inch of space in sight. Wynonna rounded the back of the car and regarded her handiwork with a proud grin.
“I MacGyvered that shit like a champ,” she said, earning a laugh from Rosita. “Almost had to leave Rosie’s dress behind though,” she said, winking at Nicole.
“As if,” Rosita replied, lugging the first bag off the gigantic pile and throwing it over her shoulder before reaching for another one.
Nicole and Wynonna grabbed their own handfuls of luggage before following Rosita into the house, dropping everything in the entryway as they made multiple trips until the car was completely empty. By the time they were finished, Waverly was reentering the house through the backdoor, clearly surprised that her sister had arrived so soon.
“Shit, sorry guys. I would’ve helped if I’d known you were here already,” Waverly said, frowning at the pile of bags by the front door.
“Where’ve you been, baby girl? I was beginning to think Nicole might’ve left you on the side of the road somewhere around Del Mar,” Wynonna joked.
“I wish I had thought of that,” Nicole mumbled, earning an amused smile from Rosita.
“I just needed some fresh air,” Waverly hedged, her gaze sliding to Nicole briefly before looking away again. “Where does everything need to go?”
“Those can all go in the kitchen,” Wynonna said, pointing to a few paper bags that held groceries for the week. “Everything else is either Rosita’s clothes or supplies for the wedding.”
Rosita smacked her arm playfully. “More than half of those bags are yours, babe. Your hair products alone took up an entire duffel bag.”
“What can I say? It takes work to look this good.”
Wynonna tossed her hair over her shoulder dramatically, and Nicole chuckled as she grabbed a handful of bags and took them to the kitchen to start unloading their contents. Waverly grabbed a suitcase and followed Rosita up the stairs, presumably to the main bedroom where she and Wynonna would be sleeping.
Nicole had just finished loading the fridge as everyone reconvened around the kitchen island.
“What’s next?” Nicole asked.
Wynonna checked her watch. “Eliza and Dolls should be here in the next hour or so, but until then we can all just unpack and chill. I might hit the pool for a bit if anyone wants to join,” she said, waggling her eyebrows suggestively at Rosita.
Eliza was Rosita’s other bridesmaid whom Nicole had never met but knew was one of Rosita’s sorority sisters from college. Dolls was Wynonna’s only traditional groomsman, and they’d become good friends since Wynonna started at the music label she currently worked for. The entire wedding party was sharing the house for the week, while the other guests who chose to arrive in town before the reception on Saturday had booked rooms at a boutique hotel a few miles down the road.
“I’m down for the pool,” Nicole said. “Which rooms are Waverly and I supposed to be in so we can get our stuff situated?”
Wynonna cleared her throat nervously, and a pit settled in Nicole’s stomach at the wary glance she and Rosita shared.
“Yeah, so, about that,” Wynonna began cautiously. “You and Waves will be in the blue room upstairs.”
I fucking knew it, Nicole thought.
“I’m sorry. Did you say room as in singular?” Waverly asked, the words coming out in a near squeak as her eyes flitted between Rosita and her sister.
“This is the biggest rental we could find in the location we wanted, and it’s only a four-bedroom house,” Rosita explained. “Since Eliza and Dolls don’t know each other, we can’t exactly ask them to room together…” she trailed off.
“You’ve known this was going to be an issue the whole time,” Nicole realized, unsure if she wanted to laugh or cry at the ridiculousness of the situation she now found herself in.
“Well, we assumed we’d figure it out when the time came,” Wynonna said, “but in all honestly, Rosie and I both forgot about the bedroom issue until we were on the road this morning.”
“So what you’re saying is, Nicole and I are supposed to share a room?” Waverly asked, pointedly looking anywhere other than in Nicole’s direction as she confirmed their obvious predicament.
“Unless one of you wants to sleep out here in the living room, but it might be kind of hard with the lack of privacy and so many people in the house,” Wynonna said with a grimace.
“Why don’t I just book a room at the hotel?” Nicole offered. “I don’t mind driving the few miles back and forth when we have events planned.”
A look of pure relief settled over Waverly’s face at the suggestion, and Nicole tried not to take it personally.
“The hotel is fully booked,” Rosita said quietly. “I called them from the road to check.”
“Oh.”
Nicole glanced at Waverly, and their eyes met briefly while Nicole rubbed the back of her neck.
“Okay, well, maybe I can just-”
“It’s fine,” Waverly interrupted. “We’re adults, we’ll figure it out.”
Nicole gaped at her in surprise. “We will?”
Waverly shrugged but avoided looking at Nicole. “We don’t have much of a choice.”
She was right, of course, but Nicole didn’t figure Waverly for one to give up searching for alternative options so easily.
“I’m really sorry, you guys,” Rosita said, looking truly upset at the situation her friends were being forced into.
Nicole waved her concern away more casually than she felt, not wanting to cause any undue stress leading up to her and Wynonna’s big day.
“Waverly is right,” Nicole agreed. “Don’t worry about us, we’ll make it work.”
Seeing no reason to stand around discussing the inevitable any further, Nicole grabbed her large suitcase and hauled it up the stairs, finding the room with the light blue walls at the far end of the hall. She heard a muffled conversation from down the stairs as she chucked her bag onto the bed, unzipping it and rifling through the contents until she found the bathing suit she’d packed. If anything could help clear Nicole’s head, a swim in a gorgeous pool overlooking the beach sure ought to do it.
Waverly arrived moments later, glancing around the room warily as though expecting a monster to be lurking in one of the corners.
“There’s a love seat over there,” Nicole said, pointing at the tiny excuse for a couch situated under the large window that overlooked the ocean. “I can sleep there, and you can have the bed.”
Waverly eyed the sofa and queen-sized bed covered in pristine white bedding and nodded slowly, seeming to accept Nicole’s offer in a daze.
The room also had its own en suite bathroom, which was an unexpected bonus that Nicole hadn’t noticed on her first perusal of the house. She walked to the doorway leading into it and leveled a concerned look at Waverly, who had yet to cross the threshold of the bedroom.
“I’m just gonna change real quick, then the bathroom is all yours if you need it,” Nicole said.
She held up the bathing suit in her hand, and Waverly’s eyes dropped to it before flicking back up to Nicole’s face.
“Okay,” she said, finally rolling her suitcase into the room as Nicole closed the bathroom door behind her.
Nicole stared at her reflection in the mirror, giving herself a silent pep talk as she undressed and changed into her bathing suit. She stepped into the tight, boy-short style bottoms and slid them up her legs, cursing whatever cosmic deity she’d pissed off to find herself in this situation.
This is fine, everything will be fine. You’ll sleep on the couch, Waverly will sleep in the bed, no big deal. Sure, you’ll get no break from spending time together for the entire week, but how bad could it be? Unless Waverly decides to smother you in your sleep tonight…which, okay yeah, that would suck.
Nicole pulled her shirt over her head and unhooked her bra before pulling on a navy blue racer-back swim top and adjusting it over her chest. The cut of the top made her boobs look great and showed off her flat stomach nicely, not that there would be anyone who cared to see it. She pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail and blew out a breath through pursed lips.
You can do this. It’s five days. What’s the worst that could happen in five days?
With a final steadying breath, Nicole opened the bathroom door and found Waverly sitting on the bed scrolling through her phone. She glanced up at the sound of the door opening, doing a double take and trailing her eyes over Nicole’s bare skin as Nicole paused self-consciously in the doorway. Nicole ignored the warmth spreading over her cheeks and the hint of satisfaction she felt at catching Waverly off guard, crossing to the foot of the bed and tossing her dirty clothes into her suitcase before searching for the bottle of SPF one million sunscreen she’d brought. Redheads were famous for turning into lobsters the second the sun hit their skin, and unfortunately Nicole was no exception to that rule.
“I’ll see you down there?” Nicole asked, glancing up once she’d located the sunscreen and flipped the lid of her suitcase shut.
Waverly’s eyes snapped up from where they’d been lingering around her chest, and Nicole arched an eyebrow in amusement.
“Um, yeah.” Waverly paused to clear her throat, her cheeks tinting a beautiful shade of pink as she kept her eyes trained away from Nicole’s body. “I’ll be down soon.”
Nicole draped a large white towel she’d found in the bathroom over one shoulder and left the room with a smile on her face, certain she could feel Waverly’s eyes on her until she disappeared down the hall.
Notes:
Might not be a coffee shop scene per se, but I still got them ordering coffee together so HA!
I'm sure these two sharing a room will go totally fine by the way ;)
Chapter 4: Waverly
Notes:
You guys are giving me life in the comments LOL.
Fair warning that I’m not gonna tag spicy chapters NSFW for you this time around, so just sit back, relax, and read at work at your own risk from here on out ;)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Waverly slid large black sunglasses over her eyes and prayed the meager protection from the sun’s glare would provide some relief from the headache she felt pulsing behind her eyelids. She had taken her time getting ready, partially unpacking her suitcase and hanging a few formal items in the bedroom closet before donning her swimsuit. She’d chosen one of her favorites - a classic black bikini with spaghetti straps and bottoms that covered most of her ass, mainly because Wynonna would give her endless shit if Waverly wore anything she deemed scandalous.
While examining her reflection in the bathroom mirror, Waverly recalled how hot Nicole had looked in her swimsuit and debated whether it would be plausible to fake being sick rather than having to face the group waiting for her downstairs. She had been caught staring at Nicole’s tits within the first five minutes of them sharing a bedroom, and now she was expected to walk down to the pool and face her as though nothing had happened?
Christ, she needed a stiff drink or ten if she was going to survive the week.
Waverly paused in the kitchen and looked out the large windows overlooking the back yard, noting that Eliza and Dolls had both arrived while she was changing. Waverly had met Eliza a few times since she was a good friend of Rosita’s, but she’d only seen a rare photo of Dolls on Wynonna’s social media pages. Both wore casual clothes instead of swimwear, and judging by the suitcases sitting in the entry, they’d likely walked straight back to the pool once they realized that’s where the rest of the group had congregated.
Meeting new people often gave Waverly anxiety, especially when she was dressed in nothing but a bikini with a towel slung around her neck, but there was nothing for it but to head outside and greet the rest of the wedding party. Waverly opened the back door, and all eyes turned towards her as she crossed the paved patio and approached the lounge chair Dolls and Eliza were currently sitting on as they chatted with Wynonna and Rosita. Nicole was the only one in the water, but embarrassment over her earlier ogling had Waverly ignoring the redhead as she waited for introductions to be made.
“Hey, baby girl,” Wynonna said, as soon as she spotted Waverly standing next to her chair. “You remember Rosita’s sorority sister, Eliza. And this is Xavier, but everyone calls him Dolls.”
Dolls shook Waverly’s hand with a wide smile, and Eliza waved from his other side as Waverly shifted awkwardly on her feet.
“It’s great to meet you,” she managed, “and good to see you again, Eliza.”
“You, too,” Eliza said. “How was your drive down this morning?”
“Oh, it was fine. We left around eight, so traffic wasn’t too bad. How was yours?” Waverly asked.
“It only took about 5 hours to get down here, so it could’ve been worse.”
“What area do you live in?” Waverly asked, not remembering if Rosita had mentioned it before.
“I’m up in Santa Barbara,” Eliza said.
The sound of a body emerging from the pool made Waverly turn her head, and whatever she was going to say in response to Eliza was immediately wiped from her mind. Nicole had pulled herself out of the pool and was now walking towards the rest of the group, and Waverly couldn’t help but stare as glistening rivulets of water ran down every inch of her toned body. Nicole had an almost predatory smirk on her face as she closed the distance between them, dimples on full display as her eyes raked over Waverly without a hint of shame for openly checking her out.
Before Waverly knew what was happening, Nicole grabbed both ends of the towel hanging around her neck and wrapped them around her hands, pulling Waverly close enough to place a lingering kiss against her cheek.
“There you are, baby. We were starting to miss you down here,” Nicole said, the soft tone in her voice unlike anything Waverly had ever heard directed towards her. Nicole’s mouth was close to Waverly’s ear, but she spoke loud enough that their friends could hear every word.
Waverly’s brain short-circuited on the term baby leaving Nicole’s lips, and she could do nothing but stare as Nicole finally released the towel and took a half step back. Nicole tilted her head as Waverly remained silent, but that small motion was enough to jumpstart Waverly’s heart and resume the flow of oxygen to her brain.
Pretend. They were pretending now because Eliza and Dolls were here. Fuck, okay. You can do this, Waves.
“Sorry, I uh-” Waverly paused to clear her throat, forcing a self-deprecating smile onto her face as the newcomers watched her curiously. “I couldn’t find my bathing suit top, so I had to basically dump out my whole suitcase and then put everything back once I found it,” she lied.
Nicole’s brown eyes glistened in the midday sun, her lips twitching slightly at Waverly’s fib.
“That sounds like my Waverly,” she said smoothly.
The rest of the group chuckled before Eliza picked up whatever conversation she and Rosita had been having before Waverly’s arrival.
That sounds like her Waverly? Jesus fucking Christ.
Waverly was glad her sunglasses covered the top half of her face, because she was certain her eyes were bugging out of her skull at the ease with which Nicole had slipped into the role of smitten girlfriend. A role Waverly had expected Nicole to play once other people arrived, but that did nothing to lessen the impact of seeing it in action.
Nicole winked at her - fucking winked for god’s sake - and went back to the water, slipping in easily and swimming slow laps up and down its length as the others chatted. Eliza got up at some point to go change into her own bathing suit, but Waverly was barely aware of her leaving as she watched the muscles ripple across Nicole’s back while she swam. She felt a flick against her thigh and glanced down to find Rosita looking at her with a hand raised to block the sun.
“You ok, Waves? You’ve been standing there for, like, five minutes now,” Rosita said.
Fuck me.
“Oh. Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just gonna go lay out for a bit, I think.”
Waverly cast a final look in Nicole’s direction before choosing an empty lounger slightly separated from the rest of the group. She draped her towel over it and laid on her stomach, sliding her sunglasses off and crossing her arms under her cheek as she closed her eyes. The late July weather was perfect for a day at the pool, mid-70s with a slight breeze that felt amazing against Waverly’s heated skin. The rhythmic sound of arm strokes through water drifted to Waverly like a natural sound machine, and she unconsciously matched her breathing to the tempo Nicole set as she swam.
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Waverly blinked herself awake slowly, the brightness straining her eyes as she struggled to remember where she was. A loud splash followed by a chorus of laughter was enough to reorient her to the rental house and the pool, and she lifted her head to take in the scene around her. Dolls, Rosita, and Eliza were now in the water, and the women were trying to get Dolls to take a shot from the bottle of what looked like tequila that was clutched in Rosita’s hand.
“Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty.”
Waverly craned her neck to find Wynonna sitting on the edge of her chair, an amused grin on her face as she regarded Waverly from beneath the wide sun hat she wore.
“Feeling better after your nap?” Wynonna asked.
Waverly considered it, realizing her headache was gone and she felt more relaxed than she had in days.
“I do, yeah,” she said. “How long was I out?”
Wynonna shrugged. “A little over an hour maybe.”
“Sorry I’ve been antisocial. I didn’t plan on falling asleep,” Waverly said.
“It’s no biggie, baby girl. I’m glad you were able to get some rest. I was sorry to have to wake you, but I think you’re starting to burn,” Wynonna said, poking Waverly’s back with the tip of her finger.
“Oh, shit.”
Waverly tried turning her head enough to see her back, but she couldn’t tell if her skin looked red or not in the bright afternoon sun. She had definitely forgotten to apply sunscreen before coming downstairs, and although she had a decent base tan given her olive complexion, she still didn’t want to get a sunburn before the wedding.
“My sunscreen is on my chair if you need some,” Rosita called from the pool, having overheard Waverly’s conversation with her sister. She held up the tequila in a silent cheers as Waverly thanked her and went to push herself up from her chair.
“I’ll get it, Wave.”
Waverly’s head whipped around at the voice, and she found Nicole lounging in the chair next to hers wearing aviator sunglasses she hadn’t had on previously. She’d released her hair from its elastic, and it had air dried in slight waves around her face. Waverly tried to protest as Nicole climbed out of her chair, but she waved her concern away quickly.
“No worries. I’ve got you, baby.”
Who knew Nicole Haught was such a fan of pet names? Waverly fucking hated it.
Truthfully, she actually found it adorable, but not when Nicole was using them on her in the context of a relationship that Waverly needed to remember was nothing more than a sham. No matter how much she liked Nicole calling her baby and doing nice things for her.
Whose terrible idea was this fake dating thing again?
Nicole returned with a bottle of sunscreen in hand, and Wynonna patted Waverly’s shoulder as she stood from the edge of her chair.
“Looks like you’re in good hands, sis,” she said, winking at Waverly before tossing her hat on her own chair and jumping into the pool with the rest of the gang.
Nicole paused and looked down at Waverly for half a second before perching on the edge of Waverly’s chair near her hip.
“I’ll do your back for you, and then you can sit up if you want,” Nicole said.
“Oh, I’m sure I can-”
“Wave,” Nicole interrupted, and Waverly could see the arch of her eyebrow over the top of her sunglasses. “Can you not fight me on this one thing?” she asked, lowering her voice so only Waverly could hear.
It’s not like Waverly could argue further in front of their friends, especially over something as stupid and mundane as letting her girlfriend put sunscreen on her back.
For the love of all things holy.
Waverly sighed in acceptance and pressed her forehead against her crossed forearms, her entire body tensing as she awaited Nicole’s touch. She was nowhere near ready for this level of intimacy with Nicole. They hadn’t even discussed their stances on touching, holding hands, or god forbid kissing in front of people while maintaining this ruse - not that something as innocent as applying sunscreen really belonged in any of those categories. The truth was, Waverly had been too scared to broach the topic of PDA with Nicole while they’d been trapped in a car together, and then of course, they’d had a fight that had stranded them in an awkward silence for the rest of the trip.
She heard Nicole rub her hands together a few times, likely to warm up the lotion, before Waverly felt the first glide of Nicole’s palms over her skin. She held her breath as Nicole pressed gently just under the tie at the base of her neck, spreading lotion down and out over her shoulder blades. She repeated the motion a few times before sliding her hands higher to cover the tops of Waverly’s shoulders to the base of her neck, and Waverly shivered slightly as Nicole brushed the fine hair there with her thumb.
“Relax,” Nicole murmured, and Waverly felt her body obey without her permission.
The tension in her back released, and Nicole hummed in approval as she pressed her thumbs more firmly into Waverly’s Trapezius muscle and dragged them down her spine. Waverly bit the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning at the delicious pressure, and after another agonizing minute of working knots out of Waverly’s upper back, Nicole finally removed her hands to squeeze more lotion into them.
If Nicole’s hands on her upper back had been torture, her long fingers pressing into Waverly’s lower back just above the top of her bathing suit bottoms was almost unbearable. She shifted her hips as Nicole ran the flat of her palm from one side of her back to the other and then had the audacity to squeeze Waverly’s ribs briefly before her touch disappeared.
“All set,” Nicole said, breaking the tense silence that Waverly now realized actually hadn’t been silent at all.
The rest of the group was still chatting and laughing in the pool, but Waverly’s mind had been solely focused on the feel of Nicole’s hands for the last however many minutes. Waverly pushed herself up and sat cross-legged in her chair, finding Nicole’s gaze on her though she couldn’t see her eyes beneath the sunglasses.
“Need any help with the front?” Nicole asked, a smirk playing around her mouth as she handed the bottle of sunscreen to Waverly.
“You’re disgusting,” Waverly said, keeping her voice low so the others didn’t hear.
Nicole outright laughed at that, shaking her head as she stood and looked down at Waverly.
“Am I, though?”
She didn’t bother waiting for a response, tossing her sunglasses onto her chair before joining the others in the water.
Waverly was left alone to stew over her feelings, and she had plenty of them bouncing around her jumbled and now painfully aroused brain. The first thing that occurred to her was the need for a discussion about physical boundaries - the sooner the better. Waverly would spontaneously combust before the week was through if Nicole was going to insist on touching her regularly, so she needed to nip that in the bud as soon as possible for her own self-preservation.
Of course, some physical contact between girlfriends was to be expected, and Waverly would just have to deal with it. Rosita had them all scheduled for a group dance lesson the following day, and it was safe to assume Waverly would end up partnered with Nicole who was - hello? - her fucking girlfriend for the week. What Waverly really needed was an acting lesson so she could get on Nicole’s level, because the woman was playing her part surprisingly well, and it had only been a few hours.
Then there was the issue of them sharing a bedroom all week, which Waverly honestly couldn’t even contemplate being as worked up as she currently was. She forced that land mine to the back of her mind and would do her best not to trip over it until she absolutely had to. Preferably after dinner when she’d been supplied with enough alcohol to make her brave enough to face the music.
Waverly watched Nicole subtly as she goofed around with the others, appearing carefree and completely unbothered by the anxiety-inducing scenario she and Waverly had put themselves in. Why was everything so freaking easy for her? It must be nice for Nicole to send Waverly into a mental tailspin with the slightest touch of her hand yet remain perfectly composed and unaffected herself. If Waverly needed any further proof that Nicole harbored absolutely zero romantic feelings towards her, Nicole’s blasé attitude about all of this was the smoking gun.
It made Waverly furious.
After a few more minutes of splashing each other in the water and passing the tequila bottle around, everyone climbed out of the pool and decided to get cleaned up for dinner. Nicole led the way up the stairs silently, her towel tied around her waist with a precarious knot that Waverly tried not to focus on too hard for fear it might come loose and reveal Nicole’s half naked body.
Waverly was simultaneously exhausted, annoyed, and so turned on she wished she could have a few minutes of privacy to take care of the dull throbbing between her legs. She would have no such luck, however, as she and Nicole entered their shared room, closed the door behind them, and regarded each other across the expanse of the perfectly made queen bed. Unfortunately for Nicole, Waverly’s only defense against her unrequited attraction to the redhead was years of repressed anger, and she wielded it with the lethality of a skilled swordsman as she stared Nicole down.
“What was that out there, huh?” Waverly asked, letting her frustration with the day saturate her tone.
“What are you talking about?”
Nicole looked genuinely confused, and Waverly might’ve pitied her if she had any control over her own spiraling emotions.
“Here, babe, let me do your back for you,” Waverly said in a mocking imitation of Nicole’s voice. “I mean, what the hell, Nicole? Was that really necessary?”
“Oh my god, I put sunscreen on your back so you wouldn’t burn. How terrible of me,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Seriously, Waverly, what is your problem?”
“I don’t have a problem,” Waverly said.
“Kinda seems like you do since we’re arguing over nothing for the umpteenth time today,” Nicole disagreed.
“I just- You can’t just go around touching people like that without warning,” Waverly said, running a hand through her hair in frustration.
“Waverly,” Nicole said, her tone softening as though she were speaking to a five-year-old. “I’m sorry if I upset you, but I truly didn’t think it was a big deal. Hell, I’m sure your sister or your friends have put sunscreen on your back loads of times.”
“Yeah, well it didn’t feel like my sister or a friend was putting lotion on my back,” Waverly grumbled. “It felt like my fake girlfriend was.”
Nicole’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Isn’t that the point?” she asked.
“No, I mean-” Waverly huffed, clearly not explaining herself well as Nicole watched her with something approaching concern in her eyes. How did she make Nicole understand that her touch did something to her, and she needed it to stop before she humiliated herself beyond recovery?
“If you even think about touching me like that again without my permission, I’ll break your fingers.”
Waverly blinked, just as surprised as Nicole now looked by the words that had tumbled out of her mouth.
Well, that oughta do it.
Nicole looked as though Waverly had slapped her, her mouth hanging open for a moment before she snapped it shut and shook her head slowly. She raised her palms in the universal sign of surrender and backpedaled towards the door.
“Whatever you say, Princess. I’m done fighting with you about this,” Nicole said.
“And stop fucking calling me that,” Waverly added.
“Maybe I would if you stopped acting like a brat,” Nicole countered.
She reached for the door but paused when Waverly spoke again.
“Where are you going?”
“I need some fucking space. I’ll go for a walk or something while you get ready,” Nicole said.
She was out of the room before Waverly could argue, pulling the door closed softly behind her instead of slamming it like Waverly would’ve done, because of course perfect Nicole Haught was too in control to let the others know they’d been fighting.
Waverly sat on the edge of the bed and dropped her head into her hands, rubbing at her temples to calm her racing heartbeat. She was a colossal idiot and clearly the only one being tortured by this fucked up little scheme between her and Nicole, and still Waverly couldn’t help but remember the feel of those hands on her skin and the light press against her ribs before Nicole had released her.
She collapsed backwards onto the bed and stared at the ceiling, wishing like hell she’d never agreed to have Nicole Haught be her date to the wedding. Nicole with her expressive brown eyes and seductive pet names and slightly callused fingertips that dragged deliciously against Waverly’s skin. Goddamn her.
Waverly knew she was wet. She’d been wet since Nicole had almost forced a moan from her lips while massaging her back, and it would’ve been embarrassing if Waverly’s desperation for release wasn’t overriding all the other feelings that were too complicated to do anything about just then. But desire - that was one thing Waverly could take care of, even if not in the way she wanted.
She slid one hand down her bare stomach slowly, closing her eyes as she imagined a slightly larger hand in place of her own. She didn’t bother teasing herself, knowing full well what was awaiting her as she slid her fingers beneath her bathing suit bottoms and into the damp curls between her thighs. She sighed at the contact, using two fingers to spread her wetness up and over her clit, circling it with light pressure so she didn’t push herself over the edge too soon.
Waverly snatched her hand out of her swimsuit as the bedroom door opened suddenly, and Nicole barreled in like a woman possessed. Her cheeks were flushed as though she’d been running, but Waverly realized as she sat up that Nicole was simply pissed.
“You know what,” Nicole started without preamble, “I’m not the one being the asshole here, so I shouldn’t have to leave. You’ve been a dick since the second you saw me yesterday, so you should be the one to go.”
Waverly scrambled off the bed and faced Nicole from the opposite side of it, her own cheeks warming at the realization of what Nicole had nearly caught her doing. She fidgeted with the bottom of her bathing suit, adjusting it slightly to make sure it was still in place after the previous moment’s activities.
“What are you doing?” Nicole asked, eyeing Waverly and cocking her head slightly at the lack of response to her rant about kicking Waverly out of their room.
“Nothing,” Waverly said quickly, refusing to meet Nicole’s eyes and staring at the center of the bed instead.
“Okay…” Nicole dragged out the word and narrowed her eyes, and Waverly wondered if she looked as flustered as she felt. “What were you doing before I came in?”
Waverly swallowed and forced herself to look at Nicole. “Like I said, I wasn’t doing anything.”
She went to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear but froze as she realized her fingers were still wet with her own arousal. Waverly dropped her hand back to her side, and Nicole tracked the movement with the intensity of a hawk eyeing a mouse. Waverly knew she was done for the moment Nicole’s eyes suddenly widened and snapped up to Waverly’s in surprise.
Nicole crossed the room in three quick strides, grabbing Waverly’s wrist before she could snatch it away. She lifted Waverly’s hand to her face and inhaled deeply, a mumbled fuck falling from her lips as she closed her eyes while tightening her grip on Waverly’s wrist.
“Shit,” Waverly whispered.
Nicole’s eyes flew open, and then her lips were on hers.
Notes:
I know, I know - it’s a cliffhanger, and I’m sorry. BUT it’s only chapter 4 y’all! I want my non-slow burn gold star please and thank you because you already know what’s coming next lol.
I really wanted to get more into this chapter, but it ended up being way too many words to keep everything in one, and it made sense to put the break here before things really get interesting. Don’t hate me!
Seriously, your comments so far on this are so freaking fun for me - keep ‘em coming!
Chapter 5: Nicole
Notes:
I really hope there are no more cliffhangers in your future, friends…
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Nicole couldn’t explain what came over her as she slammed her mouth against Waverly’s without warning. The idea of Waverly touching herself mere minutes after Nicole had left the room, as if she was so turned on she couldn’t possibly wait another second- fuck, did that knowledge do something to Nicole. She didn’t think as she gripped the back of Waverly’s neck with her free hand, still holding tightly to Waverly’s wrist with the other. She didn’t consult the logical part of her brain as she bit Waverly’s bottom lip and tugged slightly, grinning at the surprised huff of air that left Waverly’s mouth.
Nicole did, however, tense up when she felt Waverly pull her wrist free from her grasp. She released Waverly’s neck and took a half step back, holding her hands up to let Waverly know she’d understood the silent request. Waverly’s eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at Nicole, her brow furrowed as they regarded each other warily and tried to slow their breathing.
“Is this the part where you break my fingers?” Nicole asked, recalling Waverly’s threat from a few minutes earlier.
“This is the part where you shut up,” Waverly said, closing the distance between them and pulling Nicole’s head down to reconnect their lips.
Waverly walked Nicole backwards until her back hit the bedroom door, and Nicole let her because who was she to argue with a woman who clearly knew exactly what she wanted? Nicole was completely baffled that she was apparently what Waverly wanted, but all thoughts outside of the current moment fled from her mind as Waverly’s tongue traced the seam of her lips, and Nicole opened for her without hesitation.
She groaned as Waverly’s tongue slid against hers and flipped their positions easily, pressing Waverly’s back against the door and threading her fingers through Waverly’s hair to hold her in place. Waverly arched into her, and Nicole huffed in frustration as the towel tied around her waist prevented her from slotting a thigh between Waverly’s legs.
She lowered one hand to play with the tie of Waverly’s bathing suit over her hip, and she felt Waverly tug the knot free from her towel so the fabric could pool at her feet. Nicole bent her leg and shifted her weight forward, moving her lips to Waverly’s neck as Waverly rolled her hips against her and mumbled a strained fuck near Nicole’s ear. Nicole ran a hand up Waverly’s side and pulled her body closer, encouraging Waverly to rock against her bare thigh as she licked a wet trail up Waverly’s neck.
Nicole’s lips froze against Waverly’s pulse point as a sharp knock sounded against the door, and Waverly’s head fell back against the wood with a comically loud thud.
“Shh,” she whispered against Waverly’s ear, chuckling under her breath as Waverly gripped Nicole’s hips to steady herself.
“Yeah?” Nicole called out, just loud enough to be heard through the door.
“Hey, Nicole.” It was Eliza’s voice on the other side, and Waverly rested her forehead against Nicole’s shoulder as she sighed in relief. “Rosita wanted me to let you guys know that dinner is in thirty minutes.”
Nicole nodded before remembering Eliza couldn’t see her. “Sounds good, thanks,” she said.
She listened for Eliza’s footsteps as they faded down the hall, then shifted her weight carefully as she leaned back to look at Waverly. Her pupils were blown wide, breathing ragged as her eyes flitted between Nicole’s and then dropped to her lips before rising again.
Nicole had no idea what to say, too stunned to even contemplate what the hell had just happened. She straightened her leg slowly and stood to her full height, giving Waverly some space as they continued to watch each other. Waverly seemed to realize she was still gripping Nicole’s hips and dropped her hands as though Nicole’s skin had burned her.
A million emotions flickered over Waverly’s face as Nicole studied her - surprise, worry, embarrassment, fear. But the one that stood out and had Nicole’s breath catching in her throat was need, telegraphed clear as day in Waverly’s dark hazel eyes and the way she pressed her teeth into her bottom lip. Nicole didn’t know how to reconcile this Waverly with the one whom she knew couldn’t stand her, had hated her for years, but was now looking at her as though she needed Nicole to finish what she’d so foolishly started.
Nicole opened her mouth to say something, hoping the right words would come to her when she did, but Waverly shook her head and blew out a heavy breath through kiss swollen lips.
“You should go get ready for dinner,” Waverly said, her voice gravelly as she stared at Nicole’s lips. “I’ll shower after you.”
Nicole frowned, the words not at all what she’d expected Waverly to say.
Surely they had to talk about this - what it meant, how they moved forward from here. Nicole’s head was reeling with questions and confusion and her own white-hot desire, but Waverly wanted her to get ready for dinner as though nothing had happened?
“Okay, but-”
“I need you to go get ready, Nic,” Waverly said, cutting her off. “I can’t look at you right now or we’ll never make it downstairs.”
Oh.
Well, that was a feeling Nicole could certainly relate to.
She nodded in understanding and left Waverly by the door as she rummaged through her suitcase in a daze, finally locating her toiletries and the outfit she was going to wear for the evening. Casting a final glance at Waverly who was still leaning against the door as she watched Nicole move about the room, Nicole slipped into the bathroom and shut the door with a quiet click. She leaned her forehead against the wood and took a steadying breath before dropping her belongings on the counter and turning the shower on as cold as it would go. Nicole was more turned on than she’d ever been in her life, and she had no earthly idea how they were supposed to make it through dinner.
****
The silence surrounding Waverly and Nicole as they took turns dressing for dinner was heavy with tension but surprisingly lacking the awkwardness Nicole had expected. They moved around each other carefully and eyed each other constantly, but neither of them crossed the invisible line that Waverly had drawn between them. Nicole’s self control had almost slipped when Waverly had emerged from the bathroom wearing a tight red skirt that ended mid-thigh, but Waverly’s knowing smirk and thorough perusal of Nicole’s semi-formal outfit kept her in check as they stared at each other across the room.
They were now seated next to each other at a large dining table with Wynonna and Rosita directly across from them and Eliza and Dolls on either end. Rosita had hired a private chef to cook for them that evening, and the table was littered with delicious looking snacks and appetizers as the main courses were prepared. Bottles of wine were passed around, and everyone relaxed into easy conversation as they waited for dinner to be served.
“Hope you didn’t end up with a sunburn, baby girl,” Wynonna said conversationally as she munched on a carrot dipped in homemade hummus.
“Oh, it’s fine,” Nicole answered for her. “I checked while we were getting ready.”
“I’ll bet you did,” Wynonna said, winking at Nicole whose cheeks instantly flushed.
You have no fucking idea, Nicole thought.
She chewed on the inside of her cheek as the guilt of keeping something this huge from her best friend gnawed at her. What would Wynonna think if she knew Nicole’s tongue had been in her sister’s mouth mere minutes before, and they probably would’ve taken things further if not for Eliza’s interruption? Nicole glanced at Waverly out of the corner of her eye, and she smiled tightly as though reading Nicole’s thoughts.
“How did you two meet?” Dolls asked, gesturing between Nicole and Waverly with his wine glass.
“We basically grew up together,” Nicole said. “I moved to the Earps’ neighborhood when I was about thirteen, and Wynonna tried to kill me with her scooter our first week in the new house.”
“It’s pretty rare for people to stay together from such a young age,” Eliza commented.
“Oh, it took ages for these two idiots to get together,” Wynonna chimed in. “Isn’t that right, Waves?”
Waverly forced a laugh that Nicole could tell wasn’t genuine, but she played off her discomfort with a casual shrug. “What can I say? I was the best friend’s annoying little sister who pestered Nicole until she finally cracked and gave me a chance.”
Nicole frowned at Waverly’s self-deprecation and wondered if that’s how she really felt or if she was just spinning a believable story for Dolls and Eliza’s benefit. The idea that Waverly actually believed she was nothing more than a thorn in Nicole’s side was enough to make Nicole speak up before considering her words.
“That’s not true,” she said.
Five pairs of eyes turned to Nicole expectantly, and she took a steadying sip of her wine before continuing.
“Waverly was a constant presence in my life from the time I was thirteen all the way through college. She knows me better than anyone aside from Wynonna, so it only makes sense that we’d eventually end up together.”
Waverly met Nicole’s eyes with wide ones of her own, and Nicole smiled at her to let her know she’d meant what she said, aside from them ending up in a real relationship, of course.
“That’s really sweet,” Eliza said, sighing as she rested her chin in her hand. “I hope I find a love like that someday.”
Waverly choked on the sip of wine she’d taken, and Nicole patted her back a few times to make sure she was okay.
“Who asked who out?” Dolls asked, earning a snort from Wynonna as she smirked at him.
“Are you asking which one of them wears the pants in their relationship?” Wynonna teased. “You’re such a dude.”
“No, I-” Dolls looked between Nicole and Waverly in concern, trying to backtrack so as not to offend anyone. “I was just curious, I swear.”
“It’s fine,” Waverly said, letting him off the hook with a smile before glaring at Wynonna. “And Nicole asked me to prom her junior year of high school, so that was our first official date.”
Nicole was impressed with the smooth delivery of Waverly’s lie, and she imagined for a moment what it would’ve been like if she had actually asked Waverly to be her date to prom. Would she have said yes if Nicole had been interested in her romantically back then, or would it have been too weird to blur the lines of their distant friendship?
“Oh man, I still remember that prom,” Wynonna said with a laugh. “You all should be glad you weren’t subjected to witnessing Waverly’s painful dance moves.”
“Hey!” Waverly plucked a grape from the charcuterie board in the center of the table and chucked it at Wynonna’s head.
“It’s okay, baby,” Nicole said, sliding a hand onto Waverly’s thigh beneath the table as she winked at her. “I’m a good enough dancer for the both of us.”
Nicole felt the muscle jump as Waverly tensed slightly, and she was about to pull her hand back before Waverly’s warm fingers slid over her own and held her still. Waverly’s eyes met hers for a beat as the rest of the group faded from Nicole’s awareness, the moment finally broken when Wynonna gagged across the table.
“Ugh, you guys need to get a room,” Wynonna said, eyes narrowing slightly as she cocked her head at Nicole. “The heart eyes are seriously gross.”
It was possible Nicole was laying it on a little thick with the fake girlfriend act, and the questioning glance from Wynonna put her in check. Still, Nicole had a part to play for Eliza and Dolls’ benefit, so she would continue to lean into it as the situation required.
“Thanks to you and Rosita, I believe we already have one,” Nicole quipped, laughing at Wynonna’s answering groan.
“Leave them alone, babe,” Rosita said. “We were just as bad when we first got together.”
“You’re still that bad,” Waverly muttered, earning a laugh from the group as the chef made her way over with multiple plates of food balanced on her arm.
They ooh’d and aah’d over the assortment of family-style dishes that were placed before them, and Wynonna and Waverly took turns regaling their friends with stories from their childhood, many of which featured something embarrassing happening to Nicole at Wynonna’s hands.
“I honestly don’t know why I stayed friends with you,” Nicole said after the particularly mortifying tale of how Wynonna had drafted a note to a girl Nicole had a crush on and asked her to check yes or no if she liked Nicole back.
The answer had been an emphatic ‘no’ indicated by more than one large check mark, which was one of the only rejections Nicole had ever received from a prospective love interest.
“It’s because I’m so fun to be around,” Wynonna said with a mischievous grin. “And also because your ginger ass had no other friends.”
Nicole rolled her eyes but couldn’t argue the point as Wynonna had, in fact, been Nicole’s only true friend in high school, despite her general popularity with the rest of her classmates.
Waverly laughed a little too loudly at Wynonna’s joke, and Nicole eyed her with an arched eyebrow as she debated making Waverly pay for poking fun at her. A little teasing couldn’t really hurt after what they’d already done upstairs, or at least that’s what Nicole told herself as she slid her palm a bit higher on Waverly’s bare thigh.
Waverly’s laugh ended abruptly as she sucked in a surprised breath, and Nicole smiled at her plate as she continued eating with her free hand. Waverly shifted slightly on her seat, and Nicole squeezed her thigh once before sliding another inch higher.
“Waverly, Rosie told me you’re working towards your Ph.D. Is that right?” Eliza asked.
“Oh, um, yeah. I’ve got just over a year to go,” she replied, placing a hand over Nicole’s in an attempt to still her movement.
Nicole looked over and met Waverly’s eyes, a challenge clear in her own as she dared Waverly to let her continue the blatant teasing. Waverly’s thighs opened a bit wider under the table, and Nicole’s breath caught in surprise as Waverly released her hand. She pressed her fingers more firmly into Waverly’s skin and opened her up even wider, feeling a shudder travel through Waverly as she tore her eyes away and picked up her wine glass with shaky fingers.
Nicole had no clue what possessed her to be so bold, but feeling Waverly’s reactions to her touch had a rush of desire pooling between her own thighs in response. She slid her hand higher until she brushed the hem of Waverly’s skirt, which had ridden up almost to the crease of her thigh thanks to its already short length. Waverly gulped her wine in Nicole’s periphery, and Nicole repressed a smirk as she popped a grape into her mouth and chewed slowly.
She moved her thumb experimentally, tracing a circular pattern into Waverly’s skin before repeating the motion with the tip of her fingernail. Waverly squirmed beneath her hand, and Nicole squeezed tighter in a silent warning for her to keep still. Dolls said something that had the rest of the table cracking up, but Nicole heard nothing over the sound of her own blood rushing in her ears as she continued moving her hand over Waverly’s skin.
Nicole was about five seconds away from dragging Waverly from the table in full view of everyone so she could march her upstairs and touch Waverly exactly where she needed to be touched. This was her best friend’s little sister, the girl she’d known since middle school and never once thought of pursuing romantically, and Nicole couldn’t find it within herself to care. She needed to get her mouth on Waverly as badly as she needed oxygen, and toying with Waverly was only winding Nicole up with every passing second.
She removed her hand from Waverly’s thigh abruptly, making a fist in her own lap as she fought to get herself under control. She didn’t understand where this sudden desperation for Waverly was coming from, but she needed to get a fucking grip before Wynonna or Rosita noticed something was amiss.
Nicole felt Waverly’s eyes on her and met her gaze uncertainly, unfamiliar nerves settling in her gut as they regarded each other silently. Waverly’s eyes flitted between Nicole’s, and she nodded imperceptibly as though she understood exactly what Nicole was feeling. Nicole loosed a shaky breath as she reached for her wine glass without taking her eyes off Waverly’s face, and Waverly shot her a wink that had a flood of arousal gathering between her thighs.
****
The rest of the meal passed in a blur, and Nicole sighed in relief as she and Waverly re-entered their room and shut the door with a soft click. The sudden silence was deafening, the tension palpable as Waverly toed off her shoes and turned to face Nicole from the foot of the bed.
Nicole had never once been nervous before sex, at least not since her first time, but the way Waverly was looking at her made her throat constrict as she swallowed against the lump she suddenly found there. Waverly tugged the bottom of her blouse free from her skirt and released a shuddering breath, and Nicole realized she wasn’t the only one who was nervous.
The fact that the anticipation was affecting Waverly as much as it was her gave Nicole a boost of confidence as she started unbuttoning the black silk waistcoat she’d worn in place of a shirt. Waverly started working on the buttons of her blouse, and they watched each other undress in a moment that felt startlingly intimate considering their past few days together.
“Are you as wet as I am?” Waverly asked quietly, clocking the path of Nicole’s fingers as she finished with her buttons and left the waistcoat open over her abdomen.
Nicole chuckled low in her throat and arched an eyebrow in challenge. “You wanna come check?”
Waverly nodded slowly, and Nicole swallowed hard as she shimmied the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms. Nicole’s gaze drifted over the black lace cupping Waverly’s breasts, her fingers twitching by her sides as she itched to get them on Waverly’s skin.
“I do, actually,” Waverly said. “Because I’m fucking drenched for you already.”
“Jesus, Waverly.” Nicole took a step towards her, but Waverly shook her head and stopped Nicole in her tracks.
“That’s what you wanted, right?” Waverly asked, her voice lower than Nicole had ever heard it as she slowly lowered the zipper holding her skirt up. “You wanted to make me desperate for you while you touched me under the table.”
The question seemed rhetorical, but Nicole found herself answering anyway as the fabric of Waverly’s skirt pooled at her feet.
“Yes,” she admitted, running her tongue over her bottom lip as she drank in the sight of Waverly’s barely clothed body.
She had seen Waverly in a bikini, but this…
There was something indescribably more sensual about seeing Waverly clad in nothing but thin scraps of lace that she’d chosen to reveal to Nicole on her own terms. She stepped closer to Nicole and fiddled with the button on Nicole’s pants, trailing her eyes between the open halves of Nicole’s waistcoat as she worked the plastic through its loop.
“Not to ruin the mood or anything, but I have a question,” Nicole said, the sound of her zipper being dragged down seeming overly loud in the quiet room.
Waverly rolled her eyes and pushed her pants down over her hips before leaning up on her toes to kiss Nicole’s neck.
“Of course you do,” she said, nipping Nicole’s skin before soothing the spot with her tongue. “What is it?”
Nicole threaded her fingers through Waverly’s hair, holding her mouth in place as she pressed open mouthed kisses to Nicole’s skin.
“Judging by the fact you aren’t completely freaking out about this, I’m assuming this isn’t your first time with a woman,” Nicole said.
“That isn’t a question,” Waverly replied, chuckling against Nicole’s jaw as she huffed in frustration at Waverly’s non-answer.
“Have you?” Nicole tried again. “Been with women before?”
Nicole didn’t know why the answer mattered so much, but in part she wanted to understand what Waverly’s comfort level was, how slow they needed to take things, what questions she needed to ask as she explored Waverly’s body.
Waverly pulled back and met Nicole’s eyes, her own so hooded with desire it made Nicole’s breath catch in her throat.
“You’re not my first,” Waverly said. “And I don’t need you to be gentle with me if that’s what you’re really asking.”
Nicole didn’t mask her surprise as she studied Waverly’s face, but she saw nothing but the truth in her eyes.
“How did I not know that?” Nicole asked, attempting to reconcile this version of Waverly with the one who had existed in her mind for the past fourteen years.
Waverly slid the waistcoat over Nicole’s shoulders and off, an almost sad smile forming as she met Nicole’s eyes.
“We’re not exactly friends anymore, Nicole. And I didn’t post a coming out announcement on my Instagram or anything.”
Nicole couldn’t argue with Waverly’s explanation, so she lowered her head and captured Waverly’s lips in a kiss that was a question and an answer in one. She brushed her lips over Waverly’s gently, and Waverly’s breath warmed her face as she sighed against Nicole’s mouth.
“Nicole?”
Nicole hummed as she placed a kiss at the corner of Waverly’s mouth, and Waverly pulled her head back by the hair so Nicole was forced to look her in the eye.
“I don’t want you to be gentle,” Waverly said, and whatever hesitation Nicole had previously felt vanished like a wisp of smoke in a heavy wind.
She guided Waverly towards the bed with both hands on her hips, shoving her slightly to force her back once her knees hit the mattress. Waverly didn’t fight her but pulled Nicole in instead, making Nicole bend at the waist to keep their lips fused together as Waverly scooted back. Nicole pulled away from Waverly’s mouth and straightened, trailing her fingers over the lace at Waverly’s hips and watching Waverly’s face for any sign she wanted to slow down.
“Can I?” she asked, dipping a finger below the waistband and pressing into Waverly’s hip bone with her thumb.
“Yes, god,” Waverly breathed, lifting her hips slightly to help Nicole slide the material down and off.
Nicole groaned when she saw how wet Waverly was, and Waverly tugged at Nicole’s hand impatiently until she settled over Waverly’s body.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Waverly said, her fingers digging into Nicole’s back to pull her weight more firmly onto her.
Nicole kissed Waverly deeply, tracing her teeth with her tongue before rocking her hips against Waverly’s heated skin. The hitch in Waverly’s breath made Nicole impossibly wetter, and she repeated the motion as Waverly’s back bowed beneath her.
Nicole slid a hand between their bodies until she found the slickness between Waverly’s thighs, altering her position so one of her legs was between Waverly’s as she dragged a finger up Waverly’s slit. She spread Waverly’s arousal up and over her clit, and Waverly’s hips bucked against her hand as she pulled away from Nicole’s lips with a gasp.
“Inside,” she panted.
Nicole slid one finger in slowly and watched Waverly’s eyes slam shut as she clenched around the digit. She curled her finger slightly before pulling out and tracing Waverly’s opening with the tip, dragging it slightly higher and circling her clit again before repeating the pattern.
“Don’t fucking tease me,” Waverly said, eyes locking onto Nicole’s as she thrust desperately against her hand. “More.”
Nicole thrust two fingers into her and swallowed Waverly’s groan with her mouth, mindful that they weren’t alone in the house. It was honestly too bad, because Nicole wanted more than anything to hear Waverly scream her name as she came around her fingers. She set a quick pace as she fucked Waverly with her fingers, using her knee to force herself deeper as Waverly clawed at her back.
“God, yes, just like that.” Waverly’s ragged breaths were hot against Nicole’s ear as she drove into her, and Nicole felt Waverly’s teeth clamp down on her shoulder as she added a third finger on the next thrust.
Waverly groaned into her skin as she came, her inner walls gripping Nicole’s fingers so tightly she could barely move. She massaged Waverly gently to drag out her release, and Waverly finally grabbed Nicole’s wrist to signal she was too sensitive for more.
Nicole removed her fingers slowly and rolled off of Waverly, examining the wetness coating her hand before sucking her fingers into her mouth. She moaned at the sharp taste of Waverly on her skin, and Waverly was straddling her waist before Nicole registered that she had moved.
The sight of Waverly straddling her wearing nothing but her lacy bra made Nicole’s stomach clench in anticipation, and Waverly dragged her eyes over Nicole’s body as though she couldn’t decide where she wanted to touch first. Waverly leaned down to kiss her firmly, and Nicole held her against her lips to savor the moment before Waverly completely wrecked her.
Waverly placed a final peck against Nicole’s lips before shifting down her body, and Nicole shoved the edge of the pillow into her mouth to muffle her moan as Waverly found out just how desperate Nicole was for her touch.
****
Nicole had no idea what time it was as she and Waverly lay side by side and tried to slow their breathing. What little light had shone through the window when they had first come upstairs had long since gone, leaving the room almost pitch black as they’d driven each other to orgasm for a final time.
“Just give me a second to catch my breath, and I’ll move to the couch,” Nicole said, stretching her arms over her head as Waverly sighed contentedly beside her.
Waverly didn’t bother responding, likely too busy coming down from her own high as Nicole had been particularly relentless while simultaneously using her mouth and fingers on her that last round. Waverly’s fingers traced lazy circles over Nicole’s hip, and Nicole allowed her eyes to drift shut as she fully relaxed for the first time in hours.
Notes:
You’re welcome, fam ;)
Jokes aside, I’m really freaking proud of how this chapter turned out. I hope you guys loved it <3
Chapter 6: Waverly
Notes:
Have y’all ever tried writing sex scenes while a toddler shouts Peppa Pig songs in your ear? If not, you’re missing out. Really helps set the mood.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Waverly woke with a start, wincing at the crick in her neck as she tried turning her head. She was burning up, and she blinked her eyes a few times to clear the sleep from them before remembering where she was.
The beach house.
In a bedroom she was sharing with Nicole.
Right.
She lifted her head slightly, the pain in her neck forgotten as her breath caught in her throat. Nicole was sleeping soundly on her back, her face turned away from Waverly as she breathed deeply through slightly parted lips. Waverly was draped over half of Nicole’s body, which explained why she was overly warm. She glanced down their bodies at the sheet bunched around Nicole’s waist, the rise and fall of her stomach beneath Waverly’s arm, her perfect breasts exposed to the morning light, the muscular shoulder Waverly’s head had been resting on. Nicole had clearly never made it to the couch last night, and Waverly must’ve unconsciously gravitated toward her in her sleep.
Fuck.
Waverly lifted her arm off Nicole carefully and rolled onto her back, putting a bit of space between them as she stared at the ceiling. Last night had been so much more than Waverly had expected. Fun and sexy and overwhelming, not to mention exhausting in the best possible way. Waverly stretched her limbs experimentally, closing her eyes at the not unpleasant soreness in places that hadn’t been sore in way too long.
She rolled her head to the side and studied Nicole’s relaxed profile. Her red hair was splayed across the pillow wildly, the small beauty mark under her left eye practically begging Waverly to trace it with her finger. Waverly wondered, not for the first time, if Nicole even realized just how beautiful she was. She pressed her palms into her eyes roughly and breathed out on a long exhale.
She was so screwed.
Nicole finally stirred next to her, tucking both hands under her head and arching her back for a long moment before blinking her eyes open. She turned her head and found Waverly watching her, her brown eyes widening comically as she realized where she was and what it meant.
“Oh, shit,” Nicole said, pushing herself up onto her elbows as she looked at the narrow space between her naked body and Waverly’s. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep here. I’m sorry, I should’ve-”
“Hey.” Waverly rolled to her side and placed a hand over Nicole’s forearm to quell her panic. “Relax, it’s fine.”
“Is it?” Nicole asked, brow furrowing as her eyes flitted over Waverly’s face uncertainly.
Waverly shrugged the best she could from her current position. “I doubt your tall ass was fitting on that tiny sofa anyway,” she teased.
Waking up to find she and Nicole had shared a bed last night was a big fucking deal, but Waverly needed to act like it wasn’t or she might not get out of this conversation with her heart intact. Nicole relaxed back onto the mattress and blew an audible breath through pursed lips.
“What are you thinking right now?” Waverly asked quietly, terrified at the answer but needing to know more than she needed air.
Nicole sighed and turned to meet Waverly’s gaze. “I’m thinking I had sex with my best friend’s little sister, and Wynonna is probably gonna kill me if she ever finds out.”
“Right.” Waverly rolled onto her back and watched the ceiling fan spin slowly overhead as she tried not to let the disappointment show on her face.
“Not to be a queer cliché, but I think we should talk about last night,” Nicole said carefully.
Ugh. Waverly had been afraid of that. She did what she did best when faced with an uncomfortable situation and tried to play it off with a joke.
“Well, I certainly see what all the fuss was about,” she said lightly, glancing at Nicole out of the corner of her eye.
Nicole rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed pink as she reached over to tickle Waverly’s sides until she squealed. She finally managed to smack Nicole’s hand away and called a truce as they regarded each other.
“I’m trying to be serious here,” Nicole said.
Waverly groaned and pulled the covers over her head. Maybe if Nicole couldn’t see the depth of her emotions, it would make this situation more manageable somehow.
“Do we have to?” Waverly whined.
Waverly heard Nicole’s muffled chuckle and felt her shift on the mattress so she was sitting up.
“I think we do.”
“Fine.” Waverly remained buried under the covers and picked at her nails in the dark as she steeled herself for what was to come. “What do you wanna talk about?”
Nicole hummed under her breath. “Let’s start with an easy one. Do you regret it?”
Waverly sucked in a breath, wishing she could see Nicole’s face but not wanting to come out of hiding just yet.
“That’s an easy one?” Waverly asked incredulously.
Nicole didn’t respond, and Waverly considered the question seriously.
Did she regret having the best sex of her life with the woman she’d secretly been in love with for the better part of a decade? No, she didn’t - even knowing she would end up heartbroken when this temporary thing between them came to its inevitable end.
“I don’t,” Waverly said quietly. “Do you?”
Nicole took her time answering. “I feel like maybe I should…but no. I don’t either.”
Relief flooded Waverly’s chest, and she rubbed her feet together beneath the sheets as she waited for Nicole to go on.
“Was this just a one time thing?” Nicole asked.
Waverly couldn’t keep the disbelief out of her voice as she responded. “Do you want it to happen again?”
“Why the tone of surprise?” Nicole asked. “Was it not good for you, or…”
“No!” Waverly cleared her throat and lowered her voice. “Sorry. I didn’t mean no, it was amazing. I just…didn’t know if you felt the same way.”
Waverly squinted against the harsh sunlight streaming through the window as Nicole tugged the sheet away from her face.
“Come here,” Nicole murmured, pulling on Waverly’s hand until she got the message and straddled Nicole’s lap.
They sat eye to eye as Nicole leaned against the headboard and rubbed slow circles over Waverly’s hips with her thumbs.
“If the three orgasms I had last night weren’t proof enough of how good it was for me, I’m more than happy to try again until the message sinks in,” Nicole said, watching the path of her fingers as she pressed more firmly against Waverly’s skin.
“Really?” Waverly bit her lip and settled her weight more firmly on Nicole’s thighs.
“Really.”
Nicole’s eyes locked on hers as she took one of Waverly’s hands and moved it to her center, and Waverly groaned at the undeniable proof of Nicole’s desire for her.
“Fuck, how are you so wet already?” she asked, dragging a finger through Nicole’s folds gently.
Nicole smirked. “I must’ve been dreaming about the smoking hot woman I had sex with last night.”
Waverly arched an eyebrow in surprise. “You think I’m hot?”
Nicole laughed but schooled her expression quickly as she realized Waverly’s question was serious.
“Waverly.” Nicole shook her head and slid her hands up Waverly’s thighs. “You are gorgeous. You’ve always been-”
Waverly leaned in to capture Nicole’s lips, and Nicole wrapped her arms around her lower back to pull her in closer. She kept her fingers pressed between Nicole’s legs and rocked her hips forward, and Nicole gasped into her mouth as Waverly’s fingers slid over her easily. She pressed harder and used two fingers to circle Nicole’s clit, and Nicole pulled away from her mouth to press a kiss to Waverly’s chest.
“God, that feels good,” Nicole said around a sigh.
Warm lips clamped around Waverly’s nipple, and her hips jumped forward of their own accord as she gripped the back of Nicole’s head with her free hand. She rubbed more firmly against Nicole’s clit and pressed a kiss to the side of her head before moving her lips to Nicole’s ear.
“Can you come like this?” Waverly asked, hissing in a breath as Nicole scraped over her nipple with her teeth.
“I think so,” Nicole panted, shifting her hips slightly so Waverly’s fingers hit her at just the right angle. “Just- fuck, don’t stop.”
Hotter words had never been spoken, and Waverly doubled her efforts as she tilted Nicole’s head back to place a searing kiss on her lips. She worked furiously between Nicole’s legs, grinning when she felt Nicole tremble beneath her with her impending orgasm.
“Let go, Nic. I’ve got you.”
Waverly whispered encouragement against Nicole’s lips until she came with a quiet moan, her head falling back against the headboard as her ragged breathing slowed. Nicole opened her eyes and smiled softly at Waverly, shaking her head slightly before her expression morphed into something more mischievous.
“Here. Shift over a bit,” Nicole said, guiding Waverly to straddle one of her thighs before pulling her into a kiss that had Waverly groaning into her mouth.
“Lift your hips,” Nicole commanded, resting her hand against her thigh and encouraging Waverly to lower herself onto her fingers as she thrust her leg up slightly.
“Fuck,” Waverly breathed, taking Nicole’s fingers as deep as she could before raising up and sinking onto them again.
“Just like that, Wave,” Nicole whispered, watching in awe as Waverly fucked herself against her hand. “You look so good with my fingers inside you.”
“God, I need-” Waverly lost her train of thought as Nicole curled her fingers slightly, and she bucked her hips harder as she chased the release that was already building inside her.
A low whine tore from her throat as Nicole added a third finger, and Waverly slammed her eyes shut at the delicious fullness the extra digit provided. Her rhythm became erratic as she approached the cliff’s edge, and Nicole leveraged her thigh to keep driving into Waverly as she panted against her lips.
Nicole brushed a thumb over Waverly’s clit, her free hand covering Waverly’s mouth to muffle her cry as she jerked and spasmed through her release. Nicole moaned as Waverly gushed around her fingers, removing her hand from Waverly’s mouth and gripping the back of her neck instead as she pulled her into a frantic kiss.
The kiss slowed naturally as their breathing did, and Waverly rested her forehead against Nicole’s as she waited for her heartbeat to return to normal.
“Do you think we have time for me to eat you out?” Nicole asked.
Waverly cracked up at her casual delivery, leaning back slightly to find an amused grin on Nicole’s face that made her dimples pop. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand and frowned when she realized how late it was.
“Probably not. The others are probably already downstairs,” Waverly said.
Nicole hummed and pulled Waverly into a final kiss before tracing her thumb over Waverly’s bottom lip. “Later then,” she said, and Waverly found herself hoping she meant it.
Waverly climbed off Nicole’s lap reluctantly, and they both showered quickly and changed into casual clothes.
“You know, we never really talked about what happens next,” Waverly said as she maneuvered a striped t-shirt dress over her head.
Nicole snorted. “Oh, you mean because you distracted me with sex?”
“I did no such thing,” Waverly argued. “I believe you were the one who wanted to demonstrate how wet I could make you before I’d even touched you,” she said smugly.
“Touché,” Nicole said. “Well…what do you want to happen next?”
Waverly thought about it as she watched Nicole tug a pair of shorts up her legs, her torso still bare except for a purple bra that cupped her breasts perfectly. Waverly wasn’t stupid. There was zero chance of her and Nicole ending up in a real relationship - after all, Nicole had the option of pursuing Waverly for more than ten years and never acted on it - but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun while they were stuck playing out this fake dating ruse.
“I want to keep doing…whatever this is,” Waverly said, gesturing between them as Nicole glanced up at her. “If you want to, I mean.”
Nicole buttoned her shorts and tilted her head slightly. “You mean, like, a friends with benefits type thing?”
Waverly bit the inside of her cheek and scrunched her nose slightly. “Well, we’re not really friends, so maybe we don’t need to put a label on it. We have a few more days here, we’re clearly compatible in bed, so we might as well have some fun while we’re stuck together through the end of the week. What do you think?”
“And when the week is over?” Nicole asked. “Then what?”
Waverly searched Nicole’s face for a clue that might shed some light on what Nicole wanted her to say. She settled on what she assumed Nicole wanted to hear, forcing the squishy feelings bubbling up in her brain to shut the hell up.
“Then nothing,” Waverly said, proud of herself for keeping her tone light. “We go back to our own lives, and no one else has to know anything ever happened between us.”
Nicole stared at her for a long moment, and Waverly forced herself not to fidget under her gaze.
“Okay,” Nicole said finally.
She turned away from Waverly to pull on a shirt, and Waverly released a shaky breath as she ran a hand through her hair.
Okay. See? That was easy. Just a few more days of…whatever this fantasy is, and then it’s back to real life.
Nicole flashed her a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes as she walked to the bathroom to brush her teeth, and Waverly wondered if she’d just made a huge mistake.
****
Wynonna was at the kitchen island when they made it downstairs, furiously whisking what looked like pancake batter in a giant metal bowl.
“Is there coffee?” Waverly asked, spotting the blessedly full pot on the far side of the kitchen before she even finished her sentence.
Wynonna glanced up and did a double-take as she looked Waverly over, and Waverly prayed to god there wasn’t a visible hickey or some other remnant of her and Nicole’s evening activities on her body.
Nicole chuckled from behind her as Waverly poured herself a coffee as though her life depended on it.
“Damn, baby girl, you look exhausted,” Wynonna said. “Haught keep you up all night with her snoring?”
Waverly spluttered the sip of coffee she’d just taken back into her mug, her watery eyes darting to Nicole’s and finding amused brown ones already on her. Nicole rolled her lips between her teeth to keep from laughing, and Waverly glared at her before clearing the devil’s brew from her throat.
“Something like that,” she finally managed.
“For the record, I do not snore,” Nicole said, giving Waverly a pointed look as she brushed her shoulder on her way to the coffee pot.
“What are you making?” Waverly asked, leaning over the counter to peer into Wynonna’s mixing bowl.
“My world famous chocolate chip pancakes, obviously,” Wynonna said.
Waverly and Nicole shared a concerned glance over the top of Nicole’s mug. There was only one decent cook in the soon to be Earp-Bustillos household, and it certainly wasn’t Wynonna.
“Are they gonna be edible this time?” Nicole asked.
She ducked as Wynonna threw a handful of chocolate chips at her, somehow managing to not spill her coffee in the process.
“I burned them one time,” Wynonna countered, glaring at Nicole as she sprinkled more chocolate into the batter.
Nicole hummed under her breath, and Waverly silently applauded her decision to let the topic drop.
“Where is everyone?” Waverly asked.
Wynonna pointed with her whisk, and Waverly turned to look out the kitchen windows. Dolls, Eliza, and Rosita were sprawled out on lounge chairs around the pool, Dolls and Eliza with steaming mugs of coffee in hand and Rosita with what Waverly suspected was a mimosa.
“What’s on the agenda for today?” Nicole asked, swiping some chocolate chips from the open bag and popping them into her mouth.
Waverly watched her lick the melted chocolate from her lips, a smirk playing around Nicole’s mouth as she caught Waverly staring.
God, she was going to be insufferable now, wasn’t she?
Waverly surprisingly didn’t hate it.
“Dance lessons,” Wynonna said. “And before you start complaining-” she paused and leveled a stare at Waverly who was, in fact, just about to complain “-it was Rosie’s idea. She thought it would be a fun group activity, and maybe it’ll help those of you who are…rhythmically challenged so you don’t embarrass us on the big day.”
“I am not rhythmically challenged,” Waverly said. “I just happen to be clumsy and get dizzy easily.”
Wynonna snorted and Nicole chuckled alongside her.
“Come on, dancing queen. Let’s leave your sister to her Great British Bakeoff reenactment,” Nicole said.
She surprised Waverly by reaching for her hand, and Waverly interlaced their fingers as they headed outside to greet the others.
****
It turned out dance lessons weren’t so bad if you had a good partner, and Waverly was clearly paired up with the best dancer in the room other than the instructor. Nicole was a natural, and more than once Waverly caught herself shaking her head in bemusement as she tried to come to terms with yet another thing Nicole Haught was great at.
“How are you so good at this?” Waverly asked.
The instructor, a stern old woman named Meredith, had long since left Nicole and Waverly alone, focusing her efforts on the rest of the group who clearly needed the extra attention.
“Do you really want to know?”
“Duh, that’s why I asked,” Waverly said.
Nicole shrugged one shoulder as she led Waverly around the room in a slowed down foxtrot. “A girl I was seeing in college was a part-time dance teacher. I went to a few of her classes, and I guess some things stuck,” she explained.
Waverly’s jaw ticked as she rolled her eyes. “Ah. I should’ve known it was something to do with one of your many girls,” she muttered.
Nicole sighed and adjusted her grip on Waverly’s hand. “Can we please not fight about this? I know you think I’m some kind of womanizer or whatever, but it was never like that.”
Waverly opened her mouth to respond, but Meredith clapped her hands to signal the group should gather in the middle of the studio. She shot Nicole a final glance before stepping out of her embrace and joining their friends in a loose semi-circle. They watched Meredith demonstrate a few steps, using Nicole as her partner because, of course, and then they paired off again to work on what they’d been shown.
Waverly held her frame more rigidly than she had been previously, keeping more distance between her and Nicole’s bodies as Nicole twirled them around the room. Waverly stumbled a few times, and Nicole looked down at her with something close to exasperation on her face.
“You’re tripping over your feet because you’re too tense,” Nicole pointed out. “Just relax and let me lead. I know what I’m doing, remember?”
Waverly snorted at the double meaning in Nicole’s words. “Oh, I think we’ve established how experienced you are,” she said, her voice rising a bit more than she realized.
Rosita shot a concerned glance their way as she and Wynonna came within a few feet of them, and Waverly shook her head slightly to let her friend know everything was fine.
Waverly’s breath caught as Nicole tugged her against her body without warning, her grip on Waverly’s hand bordering on painful as her lips brushed the shell of Waverly’s ear.
“I’m getting a little tired of the digs about my dating history,” Nicole murmured, the words nothing more than a whispered breath that Waverly strained to hear over the music. “If I didn’t know any better, I might think you were jealous.”
“You’re the most arrogant person I’ve ever met,” Waverly said, keeping her voice low this time as her cheek brushed Nicole’s.
Nicole chuckled darkly, and Waverly cursed the shiver that zipped up her spine in response.
“I find that hard to believe considering you were dating a tool like Champ Hardy.”
The words were clearly meant to piss Waverly off, and they had their intended effect. She pulled her head back and glared at Nicole, barely resisting the urge to dig her heel into the top of Nicole’s foot. The fact she and Nicole were still dancing around the room as they argued was bordering on absurd, but Waverly knew they were trapped in the studio until the lesson was over.
“I’m starting to remember why I hate you so much,” Waverly said.
Nicole’s hand at her lower back slid down until it rested over the swell of Waverly’s ass, and Waverly sucked in a quiet breath as Nicole pressed into her and drew Waverly’s hips flush against her own.
“Didn’t seem like you hated me when you were riding my fingers this morning,” Nicole breathed, her nose pressed into Waverly’s hair as her lips ghosted over her temple. “Or last night when you let me-”
“Enough,” Waverly snapped. “You’ve made your point. Why don’t we finish this ridiculous lesson in silence, hm?”
Nicole stayed mercifully quiet as they finished their dance, but Waverly was hyper aware of everywhere their bodies touched until the final note of music faded and Meredith signaled the end of the class.
****
They got back to the house just before noon, and Waverly was practically vibrating with pent up frustration as everyone went upstairs to freshen up before meeting for a poolside lunch in an hour. She sat on the edge of the bed and slipped her heels off, stretching her toes and rolling her ankles to ease the slight soreness after being on her feet for so long.
Nicole closed the bedroom door with a soft click and leaned back against it with her arms crossed over her chest.
“Ready to kiss and make up?” Nicole asked, the corner of her lips turning up in a teasing smile.
Smug asshole.
Waverly picked up one of her discarded heels and tested its weight in her hand before chucking it at Nicole. She sidestepped the flying shoe easily, her mouth hanging open while she stared at Waverly as though she’d tried to shoot her.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” Nicole said.
“Oh, calm down,” Waverly replied with a wave of her hand. “It was a shoe, not a grenade.”
Nicole narrowed her eyes, her signature smirk settling over her face as she took a few steps towards the bed.
“You know, out of the hundreds of thousands of girls I’ve dated, I think you’re the first one to assault me with a fashion accessory.”
Waverly rolled her eyes so hard she thought they might get stuck in the back of her skull. She pushed off the bed and dragged Nicole towards it by the front of her shirt, shoving Nicole onto her back before hiking her dress up and straddling her waist.
Nicole looked up at Waverly with a victorious gleam in her eye. “I think I’m gonna need an apology for earlier if you expect me to make you come,” she said.
Waverly pulled her dress up and over her head and smirked as Nicole’s eyes immediately fell to her breasts.
“Okay, Nicole.” Waverly rocked her hips against Nicole’s stomach and grinned at her sharp intake of breath as she gripped Waverly’s waist. “I’m sorry I act like an asshole around you because your cocky attitude drives me insane. How’s that?”
“Meh. Could use some work if I’m being honest.” Nicole moved suddenly, and Waverly’s eyes went wide as she found herself looking up at Nicole from her back. “If you want to come in my mouth again, I’m gonna need something a bit more sincere, sweetheart.”
Waverly squirmed beneath Nicole as she tried halfheartedly to shove her off, but Nicole grabbed her wrists and pinned them next to Waverly’s head. Waverly was so turned on her brain had practically ceased functioning, and she licked her lips as she stared into Nicole’s nearly black eyes.
“Bite me,” Waverly said, arching an eyebrow in challenge.
If Nicole thought Waverly was actually going to apologize for speaking the truth earlier, or throwing a stupid shoe at her, she had another thing coming.
Nicole chuckled at her defiance and lowered her head to Waverly’s chest. “I thought you’d never ask,” she murmured, dragging her lips over Waverly’s skin before biting her breast just above the nipple.
“Shit,” Waverly hissed, arching into Nicole’s mouth as the sharpness of the bite faded into a throbbing pleasure that went straight to her clit.
Nicole released Waverly’s wrists and shifted lower until her head was between Waverly’s thighs. Waverly looked down her body just in time to see Nicole place an open mouthed kiss to her inner thigh, and she let her head fall back against the pillow with a heavy sigh.
“One more for good measure, I think.”
Before Waverly could decipher the meaning of Nicole’s words, she felt Nicole’s teeth sink into her thigh and bit the back of her hand to muffle her cry as desire flooded her core.
Nicole licked over the mark she’d made with the flat of her tongue, and Waverly shuddered as cool air ghosted over her sensitive skin. She felt Nicole shift the fabric of her underwear to the side and realized with a jolt of anticipation that she wasn’t going to bother taking them off.
“Nicole?”
Waverly’s voice sounded breathy and desperate to her own ears, but she couldn’t help it as the tip of Nicole’s tongue traced her clit in an agonizingly slow circle.
“Hmm?”
Nicole flattened her tongue and licked up Waverly’s slit, and Waverly opened her legs wider to give her more access.
“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”
Nicole laughed against Waverly’s sex and glanced up at her with a knowing smile before focusing back on her task.
“Whatever you say, Princess.”
And then Nicole’s tongue was inside her, and all coherent thoughts went out the window.
Notes:
I think I have to add an angst tag to this story now, don’t I? Damn it.
Happy New Year, friends <3
Chapter 7: Nicole
Notes:
This chapter ended up long as hell, so grab yourself a cozy spot and settle in friends.
Forget angst. Bring on the feels and shit.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Nicole had not, in fact, slept on the couch.
Waverly sighed as she shifted in her sleep, and Nicole gently traced her fingers up her spine as Waverly snuggled deeper into her side. The sex last night had been amazing as Nicole had come to expect between them, but she’d woken up feeling like they were starting to drift way past complicated when it came to their arrangement.
Nicole liked Waverly. She was whip smart and gorgeous and - sure, stubborn as hell - but she was also fun to be around, and Nicole actually liked hanging out with her even when they were bickering like an old married couple. And then, of course, there was the physical chemistry between them which was…distracting at best and highly problematic at worst. Nicole had initially been caught off guard by how well they fit together, but now that she’d experienced what things could be like between them, she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to walk away without seeing Waverly again.
She knew what would happen after the bouquet had been tossed, the cake had been sliced, and the wedding was officially over. Hell, Waverly had literally warned her they would go their separate ways and go back to their own lives at the end of the week. This was nothing but a temporary fling that would run its course in a few days, but Nicole realized she was praying for time to slow down so she could savor the fleeting moments they had left. Waverly might walk away from this and forget it ever happened, but Nicole suddenly wasn’t so sure she’d be able to do the same.
Waverly shifted in her sleep again, and Nicole seized the opportunity to slide out from under her arm before she woke up. She pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and brushed her teeth quietly before sparing Waverly a final glance. She was still sound asleep, stretched across the bed like a starfish now that Nicole wasn’t taking up half the space, and Nicole couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful she looked with the early morning sunlight illuminating her tan skin.
She sighed and left the room, pulling the door closed with a quiet click before tiptoeing down the stairs so she didn’t wake anyone else. It was just after seven, so Nicole wasn’t surprised to find the kitchen empty as she made her way to the coffee pot and filled the tank with water. She waited for the machine to run before pouring herself a mug and heading out to the patio, stretching out in a lounge chair as she watched the sun rise slowly over the sand below.
Nicole jumped when she heard the sliding door open behind her, and she smiled as Rosita took the seat next to her with her own cup of coffee in hand.
“Damn, it’s gorgeous out here,” Rosita commented, humming in appreciation as she sipped from her mug.
“It is,” Nicole agreed. “I’m surprised to see anyone else up this early.”
Rosita shrugged and flashed Nicole a wry smile. “I’m getting more anxious the closer we get to the big day,” she admitted. “I haven’t been sleeping all that well.”
“Anything I can do to help?” Nicole asked.
“No, but thank you for asking. I just want everything to be perfect, you know? You only get to marry the love of your life once.”
“I get it. I’m really excited for you two,” Nicole said. “I’ve known Wy a long time, and I’ve never seen her this happy.”
Rosita grinned and held her mug out for Nicole to tap in a cheers. “Thank you for saying that, it means a lot. What about you?” she asked. “Wynonna says you haven’t had anyone special in your life for a while now.”
Nicole snorted. “You mean aside from my pretend girlfriend currently asleep upstairs?”
Rosita chuckled and took another sip of her coffee as she gazed out over the ocean. “How’s that going, by the way? I haven’t had a moment alone with Waverly all week, but it must be going alright since you’re both still breathing.”
Nicole bit the inside of her cheek and considered how to respond. Rosita was Waverly’s closest friend, but Nicole didn’t want to share anything that could put them in hot water later.
“We’re…figuring it out,” Nicole said carefully. “I’m actually having a good time when Waverly isn’t reminding me what an awful person she thinks I am.”
Rosita hummed under her breath, and the two sat in silence for a while as the sky grew lighter by the minute.
“I think it was hard for Waverly, having a new person show up in her and Wynonna’s life when it had been the two of them against the world for so long,” Rosita said thoughtfully. “From what I hear, you were a real force of nature that Wynonna couldn’t help but be drawn to, and I think Waverly grew to envy how close you two became. It might not make much sense, but I don’t think she really hates you as much as she tells herself she does.”
Nicole considered Rosita’s words and heard the definite ring of truth in them, although she doubted Waverly had been exaggerating how much she disliked her for all these years.
She smiled at the memory of last night and raised a skeptical eyebrow at Rosita. “Tell that to the shoe she threw at me yesterday,” she joked.
Rosita’s eyebrows rose in alarm. “She threw a shoe at you?”
“Mmhmm.” Nicole chuckled at the look on Rosita’s face and shrugged. “Apparently, I bring out the worst in her. Or she brings out the worst in me. I don’t know which, honestly.”
“Hmm.” Rosita’s amused smile lingered as she leaned her head back against her chair, and Nicole was relieved she let the topic drop.
A few minutes later, the sliding door opened again and Wynonna and Dolls came outside with a sleep mussed Waverly on their heels. Dolls was dressed in workout clothes and had a pair of headphones hanging around his neck, while Wynonna and Waverly both wore pajamas as they clutched their coffee mugs like life preservers.
“Morning all,” Dolls said, planting his foot onto an empty chair as he leaned into a stretch. “Anybody want to join me for a run on the beach?”
A chorus of grumbled hell no’s rippled through the group, and Dolls chuckled as he stretched his other side. Wynonna perched on the edge of Rosita’s chair and pressed a kiss to her lips, whispering something Nicole couldn’t hear into her ear and making Rosita’s cheeks flush as she swatted Wynonna’s arm.
Nicole flinched in surprise as warm lips brushed her cheek, and before she knew it Waverly was squeezing against her side to share her lounge chair. Dolls smiled at them before transitioning into a calf stretch, and Waverly sighed as she settled herself against Nicole’s side so their bodies were pressed together from knee to shoulder.
“You let me sleep in,” Waverly said quietly, resting her head against Nicole’s shoulder as she looked out over the water.
Nicole swallowed at the casual domesticity of their position and leaned her head against the top of Waverly’s. “You looked so comfortable, I didn’t want to wake you,” she said.
Waverly hummed quietly as she cradled her coffee mug. “I woke up cold without you there to keep me warm,” she murmured.
“Sorry, baby,” Nicole said, the term of endearment slipping easily from her lips as she slid her hand into Waverly’s free one and interlaced their fingers on her lap.
Waverly gave her hand a subtle squeeze as they fell into silence for a few minutes.
“Alright, I’ll be back in an hour or so,” Dolls said as he finished his stretches and placed the earbuds in his ears. “Don’t have fun without me.”
They watched him descend the stairs to the beach and start a brisk jog away from the house, and Wynonna turned on Waverly and Nicole before thirty seconds had passed.
“Okay, what is going on with you two? I mean, damn, you both deserve fucking Oscars for how well you’re playing up this whole fake girlfriends thing,” she said.
Waverly immediately released Nicole’s hand, and Nicole tried not to take it personally as she frowned at the loss.
“Isn’t that the point?” Waverly asked. “Nicole being my date was your idea, remember?”
“I know,” Wynonna said. “I just assumed you two would be at each other’s throats the whole week and struggle to pull it off. I guess I should be relieved that I was wrong.”
“Apparently, Waverly threw a shoe at Nicole yesterday if that helps,” Rosita said, smirking and shooting Nicole a wink.
Waverly turned on Nicole with narrowed eyes. “You told her that?”
Nicole shrugged. “It’s true,” she said.
She would’ve paid good money to see Rosita’s face if she’d told her what happened after the shoe throwing incident, not that she ever would, of course.
Wynonna laughed and shook her head. “Now that’s the dynamic I expected to see between you two,” she said. “For a minute there I was questioning whether you two really hated each other or not.”
“Oh, I do,” Waverly said, at the same time Nicole responded with, “I’ve never hated Waverly.”
They blinked at each other as a tense silence spread between them, and Nicole sighed as she realized what an idiot she was for believing Waverly’s feelings would change. She needed to rid herself of the childish fantasy that Waverly would ever bury the hatchet between them once and for all. Waverly had repeatedly and in no uncertain terms told Nicole how she felt about her, and it was time she start taking Waverly at her word.
“I think I’m gonna change and go for a walk,” Nicole said, pushing herself to standing and immediately missing the warmth of Waverly’s body beside hers.
“Do you want some company?” Waverly asked, using her hand to block the sun as she looked at up at Nicole.
“No need,” Nicole said. “There won’t be anyone to put on a show for.”
Waverly frowned and looked like she was about to argue, but Nicole started towards the house before she could try.
****
The wedding was only two days away, which meant the evening of Wynonna and Rosita’s non-traditional bachelorette party was finally upon them. The brides had requested somewhere they could get good drinks and dance to decent music, so Nicole had found an upscale club not too far from the rental house that fit that description. Rosita had extended the invitation to all of the wedding guests who weren’t parents or grandparents of those in the wedding party, and Nicole expected a decent turnout from the younger crowd who were local to California and were also planning to attend the wedding.
They had spent most of the day lounging around the pool, and Nicole had kept her distance from Waverly as much as possible. She wasn’t avoiding her exactly, but their conversation from the morning had erected a barrier between them that Nicole was currently using as a makeshift shield. As they took turns showering and getting dressed for the evening out, they tiptoed around each other in a silence bordering on awkward for the first time since they’d arrived at the house.
The club they were going to had an outdoor bar and dance floor that overlooked the bay, so Nicole had opted for a pair of loose fitting pants and a sleeveless shirt so she didn’t get overly warm in the summer heat. Waverly was wearing a deep green dress that made her eyes pop and had pulled her hair back into an intentionally messy updo, which showed off a distracting amount of skin around her bare neck and shoulders that Nicole had a hard time keeping her eyes off of.
She zipped Waverly’s dress for her and turned to leave their room, pausing when Waverly grabbed her wrist unexpectedly.
“Hey. Is everything okay?” Waverly asked, eyes darting over her as Nicole turned to face her.
“Everything’s fine,” Nicole said. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
“I don’t know. You just seem…distant today, I guess.”
Nicole gently pulled her wrist out of Waverly’s grasp and gave her a tight smile. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better when we’re hanging out with the group tonight,” she said.
“That’s not what I meant,” Waverly said, moving to run a hand through her hair before remembering it was up. Her hand fell limply by her side as she frowned slightly. “I feel like I did something to upset you, and I don’t know how to fix it.”
“Don’t worry about it, Waverly. I just…needed a reminder of why we’re really here, so I should probably be thanking you.”
Waverly’s brow furrowed as she searched Nicole’s face. “I don’t understand what you mean by that,” she said.
“Forget about it. Let’s go celebrate your sister and Rosita and have a good time tonight, okay?” Nicole turned and opened the door before Waverly could press her further, and once the group was ready they shared an Uber to travel the few miles to the club.
The place was packed for a Thursday night, and Nicole was glad the research she’d done looked to be solid based on the number of patrons drinking and dancing inside. Wynonna dragged Rosita to claim an open table, leaving the rest of the group to follow or head to the bar. Nicole offered to get the first round for everyone, and Waverly went with her as Dolls and Eliza followed the brides.
The large bar was crammed with people, and it took a few minutes for a spot to open up so Nicole could lean her elbows against the polished wood and wait for a bartender to spot her. Waverly leaned against her shoulder as Nicole placed their order, and the obviously queer bartender grinned at the two of them as they turned away to mix their drinks.
“You wanna dance later?” Waverly asked. “Or did your ex only teach you how to tango?” she teased.
Nicole rolled her eyes and threw back one of the shots the bartender had placed in front of her, immediately signaling them to replace it with another one.
“Sure, Waverly. Whatever you want.”
Nicole was not about to let Waverly drag her into a fight within the first five minutes of them being there, so she ignored the comment about her ex although it pained her not to snipe back.
Waverly huffed as though disappointed Nicole hadn’t taken the bait, and Nicole carried the tray of drinks and shots back to their table without another word. She passed out the assorted cocktails to their waiting friends, and they clinked glasses over the table before knocking back the Fireball shots she’d chosen.
“Cinnamon whiskey is disgusting,” Eliza said, grimacing as she slammed her empty shot glass upside down on the table.
Nicole smirked at the familiar burn in her throat. “Next round can be your pick,” she offered.
“Don’t look now, but speaking of disgusting…” Wynonna trailed off as she looked somewhere over Nicole’s shoulder, and Rosita groaned as she spotted whatever Wynonna was staring at.
“I had hoped he wouldn’t come,” Rosita said.
Nicole felt Waverly tense beside her, and the pieces clicked into place as she realized who they must be talking about.
“He’s got the new girl with him,” Wynonna muttered, squinting as she continued to look in what Nicole assumed must be Champ’s direction. “Jesus. What is she, twelve?”
Nicole placed a hand on Waverly’s thigh in what she hoped was a show of support, knowing it couldn’t be easy to see her ex on these terms, and with a new woman on his arm no less. She was relieved when Waverly placed her hand on top of hers, silently accepting the gesture as a shadow suddenly loomed over their table.
“Hey gang,” the man said, looking around the table with a smug smile on his face.
The blonde clinging to his bicep looked barely old enough to be legal, and Nicole raised an eyebrow at the polar opposite of Waverly that Champ was apparently dating now. Champ, for his part, was an average looking twenty-something with overly styled hair and a smarmy grin that would’ve made Nicole instantly dislike him, though she already did thanks to what Waverly had told her about him. The blonde woman beside him had dyed her hair within an inch of its life and was wearing enough makeup to stock a Sephora, sharing none of the natural beauty Waverly boasted. Nicole threaded their fingers together on Waverly’s thigh, and she felt Waverly take a steadying breath beside her.
“Champ,” Rosita said, smiling tightly as she regarded him and his date. “Who’s your friend?”
“This is Brittany,” Champ said, wrapping an arm around her waist possessively as his eyes landed on Waverly. “My girlfriend.”
To her credit, Waverly didn’t react but merely took a slow sip of her drink as she avoided making eye contact with Champ or the wannabe Barbie beside him.
“Are you going to introduce us to the rest of the wedding party?” Champ asked, his gaze bouncing between Nicole, Dolls, and Eliza expectantly.
“Right. Everyone, this is my second cousin, Champ Hardy and…Brittany, apparently,” Rosita began. “This is Wynonna’s friend Dolls; my sorority sister, Eliza; and Waverly’s date, Nicole Haught.”
“Girlfriend, actually,” Nicole added, enjoying the way Champ’s eyes immediately bugged out of his head at the term. “Nice to meet you.”
“You’re Waverly’s-” Champ shook his head as though the words weren’t computing, and Nicole smiled up at him innocently.
“Girlfriend,” Nicole said, slower this time. “Do you want me to spell it for you?”
Wynonna snorted into her drink, and Champ’s face turned so red Nicole wondered if he was having a stroke.
“Babe, let’s go,” Brittany said, tugging on Champ’s arm. “I want a drink.”
At least she was smart enough to read the room, Nicole thought.
Champ let her drag him away without another word, and Waverly’s entire body relaxed as she let out a slow breath.
“Well. He was…special,” Eliza commented dryly.
“Waverly’s ex,” Rosita pointed out, and Eliza’s eyes widened in understanding.
“Thank you,” Waverly murmured, turning to give Nicole a small smile as she squeezed her hand. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“The fuck she didn’t,” Wynonna disagreed. “I can’t believe that douche replaced you with a teenager. Seriously, I wanna see her I.D.”
“Babe, relax,” Rosita said, gripping Wynonna’s free hand on top of the table. “Nicole handled it perfectly, and now we hopefully won’t have to deal with him for the rest of the weekend.”
“I hope you’re right,” Wynonna muttered.
Waverly knocked back the rest of her drink in two swallows and turned to Nicole suddenly, her eyes gleaming with an expression Nicole couldn’t pinpoint.
“Let’s dance,” she said, sliding out of the booth before Nicole could respond.
Nicole let Waverly drag her onto the crowded dance floor, gasping in surprise as Waverly turned around and pressed herself against Nicole so there wasn’t a breath of space between them. Waverly draped her arms around Nicole’s shoulders, and Nicole gripped her hips as Waverly rolled them against her slowly.
“Are you all right?” Nicole asked, reeling from how aggressive Waverly was being as she ground her hips against her again.
“I’m great,” Waverly said, gripping the back of Nicole’s neck with one hand as she continued to grind against her.
Nicole bent one knee slightly and slotted it between Waverly’s legs, groaning as Waverly bit her lip and moved against her slowly. She turned in Nicole’s arms and pressed her ass against Nicole’s front, threading her fingers through the hair at Nicole’s neck as she reached back to pull her in closer.
“God, you feel good,” Waverly said, angling her head towards her shoulder so Nicole could hear her over the music. “I’ve missed this today.”
Nicole had no idea what to say to that, so she focused on moving with Waverly as she continued to control their rhythm and proximity. Waverly gripped one of Nicole’s hands at her waist and slid it higher so it rested over her ribs, releasing a heavy breath as Nicole pulled her in tighter.
“Kiss me.”
Nicole’s steps faltered, certain she must’ve misheard as Waverly continued to grind against her with reckless abandon. No one was watching them right now, so there was no reason for Waverly to ask to be kissed. Unless...was she asking because she genuinely wanted the connection with Nicole, without all the pretense and the bullshit of their fake relationship hanging over them?
“Nicole?” Waverly glanced over her shoulder expectantly, her eyes clearly dropping to Nicole’s lips.
“I- Are you sure?”
Nicole had yet to kiss Waverly in public aside from innocent brushes of lips against her cheek, and the idea of doing it now when any of their friends could see had Nicole in a slight panic. They had never discussed their stances on PDA, and Nicole had the sense that if they crossed that line now there would be no going back. At least not for her.
“I’m sure. Please, Nic.”
Fuck if Waverly begging didn’t send a shock of arousal straight to Nicole’s center. How was she supposed to deny the woman anything when she asked so nicely?
Nicole lowered her head and placed an open mouthed kiss to the side of Waverly’s throat, and she felt the vibration of Waverly’s satisfied hum as she dragged her lips higher and scraped the spot below her ear with her teeth. Waverly sagged against her slightly as Nicole sucked on her neck, and Nicole tightened her grip over her stomach to hold her in place.
Waverly turned in her arms and threaded her fingers through Nicole’s hair, dark eyes flitting between Nicole’s briefly before she pulled her head down and connected their lips. Nicole tried to keep the kiss closed in case they were being watched, but Waverly apparently had no such concern as she teased she seam of Nicole’s lips until she finally opened for her. She groaned into Waverly’s mouth and angled her head to deepen the kiss, savoring the now familiar taste of Waverly mingled with the sweet cocktail she’d had.
When they finally came up for air, Nicole blinked her eyes open to find Waverly staring at something over her shoulder. She tried not to panic as she wondered which of their friends had seen them, remembering it was completely in character for her to be seen kissing her girlfriend at a club. She half turned and scanned the bodies behind her, freezing when her eyes landed on an irate Champ Hardy. Nicole whipped her head around to search Waverly’s face, finding her sporting a smug smile as she looked Champ’s way.
Oh.
She’d been using Nicole to make Champ jealous.
Of course she had.
Nicole stepped away from Waverly as though she’d been burned, and Waverly’s eyes shot up to hers in surprise at the sudden distance between their bodies.
“What are you-”
“I’m not feeling well,” Nicole said, going with the first excuse that popped into her head as she took another step away from Waverly. “I’ll meet you back at the table.”
Waverly stared after her with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and Nicole turned away from her before Waverly could read into whatever expression was currently on her face. She weaved through dancing bodies until she found the door that led to the outdoor bar, gripping the railing that faced the ocean as she took in deep lungfuls of salty air.
Nicole wasn’t cut out for this - the fake smiles one day and verbal sparring the next, the lying, the pretending, the not knowing what was real and what wasn’t. She’d been an idiot to think the arrangement she and Waverly had made wouldn’t eventually blow up in her face, and now here was the proof. Nicole was developing real feelings for Waverly, and Waverly was dangling her in front of Champ in the hopes of what - getting him back? Making him wish he hadn’t cheated on her?
Nicole shook her head to clear it and watched the dark water slosh against the shore below. Two more days. She could keep her feelings in check for two more days, and then she’d never have to see Waverly Earp again, just like Waverly promised.
****
Nicole drummed her fingers against her thigh as she sat in the back of the Uber, listening to a drunk Wynonna belt Alanis Morissette at the top of her lungs. She was itching to get out of the car and away from the group, suddenly desperate for some time to herself so she could process everything she was feeling.
The bedroom she shared with Waverly now seemed like a jail cell, and Nicole wondered if she could come up with a plausible excuse not to sleep there tonight. Maybe she could sneak down to the living room and sleep on the couch after everyone else was in bed. She was an early riser - no one would even need to know she hadn’t slept in Waverly’s room as long as she didn’t make it weird the next day.
Yes, that could work.
Feeling slightly better with a plan in place, Nicole followed on Waverly’s heels as everyone made their way upstairs, or in Wynonna’s case was half dragged with the help of her wife to be. Once in their room, Nicole found her pajamas and went to the bathroom to change, relishing the few minutes alone before she was forced to face Waverly again.
When she finally emerged from the bathroom in her boxer shorts and t-shirt, she found Waverly sitting on the bed picking at the hem of her dress. Waverly glanced up at her through her lashes, and Nicole sighed as it became painfully obvious that Waverly was going to ask about what had happened at the club.
“Are you feeling better?” Waverly asked, looking Nicole over as though she could identify whatever was wrong with her by sight alone.
“I’m fine.” She shifted her weight as Waverly studied her, the urge to bolt and avoid this conversation too overwhelming to ignore. “I’m gonna go grab some water from the kitchen.”
“Nicole, wait.” Waverly stood before she could escape, and Nicole wrapped her arms around herself as though they would protect her from whatever Waverly was going to say. “I know something is off with you, you’ve been acting weird all day. I just…I need you to tell me what’s going on so I can help.”
Nicole scoffed and arched an eyebrow in disbelief. “You sure you actually want to help me, Waverly? Or do you just need happy-go-lucky Nicole back so you can dangle me in front of Champ to piss him off again tomorrow?”
Waverly’s eyebrows hit her hairline as her mouth hung open, but no words came as she crossed her arms over her chest. “What are you talking about?” she asked finally.
The fact that she had the audacity to play dumb made Nicole furious.
“I’m talking about how you used me to make your sleazy ex jealous when you allegedly wanted nothing to do with him anymore. Do you get how embarrassing that was for me? Realizing you were just taunting him when I thought you-” Nicole snapped her mouth shut, but Waverly’s ears perked up at her slip.
She uncrossed her arms and watched Nicole as she paced back and forth on her side of the bed.
“You thought I…what?” Waverly asked quietly.
“It doesn’t matter what I thought,” Nicole said. “Clearly, the only thing you cared about was getting Champ’s attention, so mission fucking accomplished. I hope you two are very happy together when he comes crawling back to you, which I have no doubt he will after your performance tonight.”
“Performance? Nicole, I wasn’t-” Waverly sighed heavily as she ran a hand over her face. She squared her shoulders and met Nicole’s gaze as she tried again. “Champ is a pig. He cheated on me multiple times for god’s sake. I want nothing to do with him, and I sure as hell wasn’t trying to make him jealous tonight, although I’ll admit his face was priceless when he saw us together. I can’t lie and say that didn’t give me a sick jolt of satisfaction, because it did.”
“You expect me to believe you didn’t know he was watching us, and you just happened to ask me to kiss you when he was five feet behind me?” Nicole asked.
“Yeah, I do, because that’s the truth,” Waverly said.
Nicole studied her for a long moment before shaking her head slowly. “I wish I could believe you, Waverly, but this all just seems a little too convenient. First, Wynonna asks me to be your date, then you agree to it after not speaking to me for years, and now you initiate PDA as soon as Champ is around to witness it? It just doesn’t add up to me. If you wanted to go through with this ruse for the sole purpose of getting back at him, you should have just told me that from the beginning.”
“For fuck’s sake, Nicole. I swear to you I don’t want that boy-man Champ fucking Hardy. I want you.”
Nicole froze, searching Waverly’s face for evidence of a lie. She had to be lying, because there was no way she could actually mean-
“I want you,” Waverly repeated, rounding the end of the bed and cupping Nicole’s face in both hands. She stared up at her with pleading eyes, and Nicole’s brow furrowed as Waverly’s hands kept her frozen in place. “I’ve wanted you since I was fourteen, Nic. Since before I even understood what it meant to want another girl as something more than a friend.”
Nicole frowned as she tried to make sense of everything Waverly was saying, her thoughts swirling too fast for her to keep up. “So me being your date this week and this casual hookup agreement was…what, exactly?”
Waverly’s lips turned up in a sad half smile as she shrugged. “The date thing truly was Wynonna’s idea. But the rest was me taking what I could get, for however long I had you.”
“But…you hate me.”
Waverly dropped her hands from Nicole’s cheeks and placed them on her hips instead, tilting her head side to side as she made a noncommittal sound in the back of her throat. “What’s that saying? There’s a thin line between love and hate?”
Nicole’s eyes widened as the weight of what Waverly hadn’t quite said settled over her. “Are you saying you-”
“Nicole,” Waverly interrupted gently. “Shut up and kiss me.”
Nicole obliged immediately, carding her fingers through Waverly’s hair as she ducked her head to press their lips together. Waverly sighed into her mouth, tugging Nicole closer by the waistband of her shorts as the kiss deepened. This kiss was different from the others - softer, less desperate, and Nicole took her time savoring the feel of Waverly’s lips and teeth and tongue.
Nicole pulled her shirt over her head while Waverly worked on her boxers, and they fell into bed with Nicole completely naked and Waverly still in her dress. Waverly looked up at her with a depth of emotion Nicole couldn’t wrap her head around right then, so she lowered her head and brushed her lips over every inch of Waverly’s skin she could reach - her lips, her jaw, the side of her throat as Waverly rolled her head to the side to give her more access.
She worked her way lower and huffed when she reached the top of Waverly’s dress, which wouldn’t budge from her shoulders as the cut was too tight. Nicole pushed up on her knees and ran her hands down Waverly’s sides, feeling for the zipper that would release the fabric from her body.
“It’s on the back, remember?” Waverly asked, eyes crinkling as Nicole groaned in frustration.
“Turn over.”
Nicole moved so Waverly could roll onto her stomach, and she straddled the backs of Waverly’s thighs as she found the cursed zipper. She tugged the metal down slowly, revealing the tanned skin of Waverly’s back inch by inch until the zipper ended at the base of her spine. Nicole unclasped her bra next, and Waverly shifted on her forearms to pull her arms free of the fabric before Nicole placed a palm to the center of her back and encouraged her to lie back down.
Waverly’s skin was the softest thing Nicole had ever felt, and she took her time gliding her hands over the expanse of bare skin from her shoulders to her hips. Waverly shuddered beneath her as Nicole pressed her thumbs firmly into the base of her spine and worked up, feeling Waverly’s body go limp as she exhaled a deep breath.
Nicole leaned down to place a kiss in the center of her back before shifting down the bed until she could tug the fabric of the dress down Waverly’s body and off. Waverly’s thong went next, and she was finally left completely bare to Nicole’s gaze as the perfect swell of her ass begged for Nicole’s attention.
“Get on your knees, Wave.”
“Fuck.” Waverly did as she asked, keeping her head and forearms pressed into the mattress as she shifted into position.
Nicole kneeled behind her, trailing her fingers up Waverly’s inner thigh and watching goosebumps spread over her skin as she fidgeted in anticipation. She leaned over Waverly and pressed a lingering kiss to her lower back as her fingers ghosted between her legs, and Nicole sucked in a breath as she felt just how ready Waverly was for her already.
“God, I will never get tired of this,” Nicole murmured, sliding through Waverly’s folds gently before reaching forward and pressing against her clit.
Waverly pushed back against her hand, and Nicole pressed soft kisses into her skin as she worked between her legs slowly.
“You are so beautiful, Waverly. So fucking beautiful.”
Nicole slid two fingers into her slowly, and Waverly whined as she rocked her hips back to take her deeper. Nicole gripped her hip with her free hand and held Waverly still as she fucked her slowly, in no rush to push Waverly to a climax as she watched her take her fingers. She could keep at this all night, and if Nicole had her way, that’s exactly what they would do.
Waverly began to shift her weight impatiently, and Nicole gripped her hip more firmly and placed a gentle bite over one ass cheek to remind her who was in charge just then. Waverly cursed as Nicole removed her fingers and spread her arousal from her clit to the bottom of her slit, teasing her before thrusting back in with three fingers and watching Waverly stretch perfectly around them.
“Fuck, please,” Waverly said, shoving her hips back roughly to increase Nicole’s pace. “Can I- I want to see you,” she panted.
Nicole placed a final kiss to her spine and removed her fingers slowly, letting Waverly roll to her back before climbing over her. She brushed her wet fingers over Waverly’s lips in a silent question, and Waverly grabbed her wrist and sucked them into her mouth, keeping her eyes locked on Nicole’s as her tongue swirled around them. Nicole kissed her hard when she was finished, moaning at the taste and putting her fingers back where Waverly needed them as she licked the arousal from Waverly’s lips.
She thrust into Waverly agonizingly slowly, refusing to speed up even when Waverly begged with her hips and her words and her nails at Nicole’s back. Nicole could feel her tightening around her fingers, the build up steady but gradual as Waverly’s breathing became ragged and her thrusts against Nicole’s hand more frantic. Waverly cried out when Nicole finally curled her fingers and hit just the right spot, and Nicole shushed her with a kiss to her lips as she repeated the motion over and over again.
“Say it again,” Nicole whispered, her lips brushing Waverly’s as her breathing fanned over her face in quick pants.
Waverly’s brow furrowed slightly before her eyes widened in understanding, and she gripped the back of Nicole’s neck as she pressed their foreheads together.
“I want you.”
A thrill ran up Nicole’s spine as she thrust deeper and angled up firmly, and Waverly clenched around her with a drawn out groan.
“Only you, Nic. Fuck, please, baby.”
Nicole rubbed her thumb over Waverly’s clit on the next thrust, and she swallowed Waverly’s shout with her mouth as her climax flooded Nicole’s palm. Waverly’s nails dug into the back of Nicole’s neck, but she welcomed the pain as Waverly’s orgasm dragged on while she continued to thrust into her gently.
“Too sensitive,” Waverly breathed finally.
Nicole stilled her hand immediately and waited a beat before removing her fingers slowly, licking them clean as Waverly watched, her pupils blown wide with desire.
“God, that was…” Waverly closed her eyes and didn’t finish her sentence, and Nicole chuckled as she shifted to lay by Waverly’s side while her breathing gradually slowed.
Nicole pressed her lips to the side of Waverly’s shoulder and ignored how wet she was as she stared at the ceiling with a goofy smile on her face.
“You should sleep,” Nicole said. “It’s late.”
Waverly rolled her head to the side and arched an eyebrow at Nicole before sitting up and straddling her waist with a wicked grin.
“Hell no,” Waverly said, pressing a kiss to Nicole’s lips before scooting back to settle between her thighs. “We can sleep when we’re dead.”
Notes:
I swear I was not trying to make you guys hate Waverly in the middle there!
I’m thinking 2-3 more chapters to wrap this one up. Look at me keeping my word count on the lower end for once LOL.
Hope you all liked this one :)
Chapter Text
“Shit, that’s cold!”
Waverly laughed against Nicole’s lips as her back was pressed against the shower wall. Nicole chuckled and shifted focus to Waverly’s neck, pressing a kiss there before brushing her lips over Waverly’s ear.
“Give me a minute, and I’ll warm you up,” Nicole murmured, reaching behind Waverly to make the water raining down on them slightly warmer.
The warmer water helped slightly, but Waverly still shivered as Nicole bent to press kisses along her collarbone before returning to her lips. Waverly groaned as Nicole traced the roof of her mouth with her tongue, and she tugged on Nicole’s hips until their water slicked bodies were pressed flush against each other.
“I’m still cold,” Waverly whispered, arching an eyebrow in challenge when Nicole pulled back to look at her.
“So impatient,” Nicole said, clicking her tongue in faux disapproval as she dragged her eyes down Waverly’s body slowly.
“I’ve been wet for you since I woke up,” Waverly said, biting her lip as blatant desire flooded Nicole’s gaze.
“Well,” Nicole said, tracing drops of water up Waverly’s thigh with a smug smirk, “we can’t have that, now can we?”
Waverly shook her head slowly and released a shuddering breath as Nicole sank to her knees in front of her, looking up at her through dark lashes as she massaged Waverly’s calves and placed a kiss just above her knee.
“God, you’re gonna torture me, aren’t you?” Waverly asked, her breathing already becoming irregular as Nicole continued to lick and suck at her damp skin at a leisurely pace.
She felt Nicole’s answering chuckle against the outside of her thigh and pressed her shoulders more firmly against the tile wall as Nicole looked up at her.
“Anticipation isn’t torture,” Nicole said, gliding both hands up Waverly’s thighs and then behind her to cup her ass and tug her hips forward slightly. “Some would argue it’s the best part.”
Nicole sucked a mark into the skin above Waverly’s damp curls, and her hips bucked involuntarily as Nicole continued to massage her ass with one hand.
“I would argue the best part is when you’re inside me,” Waverly said, slamming her eyes shut as Nicole licked her slit from bottom to top and hummed at the taste of her.
“Patience is a virtue, baby,” Nicole countered, focusing gentle pressure on her clit as she spread Waverly’s folds with her fingers.
She flattened her tongue and licked her more firmly, and Waverly gripped the back of her head to keep Nicole where she wanted her. Nicole worked her up slowly, exactly as Waverly knew she would, and she tried not to be demanding as she tugged Nicole closer by her wet hair when she sucked on a particularly sensitive spot.
“Fucking hell, Nic,” she breathed, widening her stance to give Nicole better access.
It apparently wasn’t wide enough for Nicole, who leaned back and slapped the shower bench next to her with the palm of her hand. Waverly took a half step closer to it and propped one foot on the cool stone, and Nicole’s eyes locked onto her dripping center thanks to her newly exposed position.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Nicole muttered, repositioning until her shoulder was tucked under Waverly’s lifted thigh, her hand gripping the back of Waverly’s support leg as she leaned closer still.
She dragged her tongue through Waverly’s wetness with painful slowness, and Waverly shivered as cool air teased her overly sensitive skin. Nicole pressed the tip of her tongue against Waverly’s entrance, and Waverly’s knee almost gave out as the back of her head thudded against the tile.
“Fuck, please,” she begged, thrusting her hips forward in the hopes of taking Nicole’s tongue deeper.
Nicole kept her tongue firm and pushed into her more fully, and Waverly fought the reflex to sag in relief. Waverly loved Nicole’s long, slender fingers, but she had vivid dreams about Nicole’s mouth that kept her up at night. She licked into her slowly, pressing deeper each time as Waverly rocked against her face. A flash of heat spread through her body like a wildfire, and she felt Nicole’s groan vibrate through her as a fresh wave of arousal spilled over her tongue.
Nicole released Waverly’s leg and rubbed her thumb over her clit as she continued to fuck her with her tongue, and Waverly dug her nails into Nicole’s shoulders as she tried to keep herself upright. The pressure in her core increased as Nicole pushed her relentlessly, and she came with a yelp of surprise as Nicole shifted up and sucked hard on her clit. Nicole pressed a palm to Waverly’s abdomen to help her remain standing as she rode out the high, lapping at her gently until she pushed at Nicole’s shoulders to signal she was too sensitive for more.
Nicole helped Waverly lower her foot from the bench before standing, chuckling when her knees popped loudly as she stood to her full height.
“You okay there, grandma?” Waverly teased, drawing Nicole in for a kiss and groaning at her taste on the taller woman’s lips.
“Watch it,” Nicole muttered, grinning as she placed another peck to Waverly’s lips before pulling away. “This old lady can make you come so many times you’ll have to be carried down the stairs if you’re not careful.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Waverly said, smirking at Nicole’s arched eyebrow.
She grabbed Nicole’s hips and flipped their positions, chuckling when Nicole hissed in a breath as her back connected with the shower wall.
“Told you it was cold,” Waverly said.
Nicole rolled her eyes and pulled Waverly towards her by the back of her neck, connecting their lips in a hungry kiss as Waverly pressed against her fully. Waverly teased Nicole’s nipple between her fingers as she licked a path up Nicole’s neck, forcing her chin to the side to give herself better access to her skin.
“Inside, Wave. I need you inside.”
Waverly smiled against Nicole’s throat before scraping her teeth over her pulse point. “What was that thing you said about patience?” she asked coyly.
Nicole groaned under her breath, and it took Waverly a minute to realize she’d lowered her hand to touch herself as they kissed.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Waverly scolded, grabbing Nicole’s wrist and pulling her hand up to her face.
“This belongs to me,” she murmured, sucking Nicole’s fingers into her mouth and circling them slowly with her tongue as Nicole’s eyes went wide. “Say it.”
Nicole’s throat bobbed as she swallowed, and Waverly dragged her teeth over Nicole’s knuckles as she removed her fingers from her mouth.
“It’s yours,” Nicole breathed, tensing as Waverly trailed her hand up the inside of her thigh.
Waverly hummed her approval as she tapped the inside of Nicole’s ankle with the side of her foot. Nicole spread her feet wider immediately, bringing her closer to Waverly’s height as she granted Waverly the access she wanted.
“Good girl,” Waverly said, grinning at the hitch in Nicole’s breath as she lowered her head to draw a wet nipple into her mouth.
Nicole sighed at the contact and arched into her touch, and Waverly moaned as her fingers slid through Nicole’s drenched folds with ease. As much as Waverly had been looking forward to teasing Nicole, she decided she could demonstrate a lesson in patience another day.
****
Nicole placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of Waverly and turned to make her own, and Waverly couldn’t help the sudden urge to be close to her again in spite of their recent shower activities. She stepped into Nicole’s space and wrapped her arms around her from behind, grinning against Nicole’s back as she paused her coffee making to place warm hands over Waverly’s and just enjoy the moment.
“What was that for?” Nicole asked, turning to face her once Waverly had released her grip.
“Nothing,” Waverly said. “I just like being close to you. I never thought we would have…this,” she finished lamely.
“And what is this, exactly?” Nicole asked, pulling Waverly against her and wrapping her arms loosely behind her back.
“I don’t know,” Waverly admitted. “Would it be okay if we don’t worry about defining anything right now? I like you, I really like spending time with you, but I know this is different for us and…I don’t know. I guess I don’t want to ruin it by putting any pressure on us. Does that make sense?”
“Of course it does,” Nicole said, smiling before brushing a feather-light kiss next to Waverly’s eye. “I’m completely fine with taking things day by day, Wave.”
“I think you missed,” Waverly said, running a hand up her back as Nicole’s brow furrowed in confusion. Waverly tapped a finger against her own lips, and Nicole grinned as she got the message.
She pressed a chaste kiss to Waverly’s lips, but Waverly couldn’t help threading her fingers through Nicole’s shower-damp hair and begging for entry with her tongue. Nicole hummed against her lips, drawing Waverly closer as they kissed slowly and tried not to ruin it by smiling too much.
“Gah, my eyes!”
Waverly pulled away as though she’d been electrocuted, but Nicole’s arms around her waist kept her from putting too much distance between them.
Rosita and Wynonna were standing at the edge of the kitchen, Rosita sporting a wide smile while Wynonna held both hands over her eyes.
“I knew that kiss at the club was too hot to be fake,” Rosita said smugly.
“What kiss?” Wynonna asked at the same time Waverly said, “You saw that?”
Waverly glanced at Nicole and found her looking surprisingly calm, the slight tick of her jaw the only indication of any tension on her part. She shifted to move Waverly against her side but didn’t completely shy away from touching her, even with the new additions to the room.
“Oh yeah,” Rosita confirmed.
“Is it safe?” Wynonna asked, peeking through her fingers to confirm Waverly and Nicole were finished making out.
Waverly rolled her eyes, her annoyance at being interrupted slightly overriding her panic at Wynonna finding out about her and Nicole like this. “What are you, five?”
“Wait. You saw them kissing last night and didn’t tell me?” Wynonna asked, looking at her fiancée in surprise.
Rosita grimaced but nodded. “You were pretty hammered, babe. Plus, I didn’t want to make any assumptions…” she trailed off, looking between Waverly and Nicole expectantly.
“It’s not what you guys are probably thinking-”
“Can it, Haught. I want to talk to my sister,” Wynonna interrupted. “Alone.”
Wynonna turned on her heel and walked out to the backyard, leaving the door open as a clear signal that she expected Waverly to follow. Waverly sighed heavily and squeezed Nicole’s waist before stepping away from her.
“It’ll be fine,” Rosita said, smiling reassuringly. “She’s just surprised, that’s all.”
“I hope you’re right,” Waverly muttered, sparing Nicole a final glance over her shoulder.
“I’ll be right here if you need me,” Nicole offered.
Waverly nodded and turned to face the music. She crossed the yard and sat next to Wynonna, who was sitting at the edge of the pool with her feet dangling in the water. They sat in silence for a minute, watching the sun rise over the waves, and Waverly waited for Wynonna to speak first.
“What the hell is going on, Waves? You and Nicole are so in character you’re kissing in the kitchen when no one else is around?”
“Not exactly,” Waverly said. “We were kissing because we…wanted to? Ugh, this is so awkward to talk about with you. We’re adults who like kissing each other, okay? It’s not a big deal.”
Wynonna arched an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with Waverly’s response. “Last I checked, you hated Nicole, but this morning I find you two making out like it’s a regular occurrence. Forgive me if I don’t understand why you’re kissing your fake girlfriend when no one is around to witness it.”
“This whole thing was your idea, remember?” Waverly pointed out.
“It was my idea for Nicole to be your fake date so you didn’t have to come to my wedding alone. I don’t recall saying you should actually hook up with her. Nicole is my best friend, for god’s sake.”
“Yeah, and I’m your sister,” Waverly said, getting defensive despite her best efforts to remain calm. “And oh, by the way, you’re literally marrying my best friend tomorrow. You being upset about this is the definition of hypocritical, Wy.”
“The difference is, I fell in love with Rosita,” Wynonna argued. “You’re just…what? Messing around with Nicole for a few days before going back to avoiding her again? That’s not the same thing at all, and you know it. What if Nicole catches real feelings for you?”
A humorless laugh slipped out before Waverly could stop it, and she shook her head in exasperation. “Then I guess she can join the fucking club.”
Wynonna’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
Waverly kicked her feet under the water and sighed. “Nicole might be messing around with me, but I’m not just messing around with her…”
“You’re gonna have to spell it out for me, baby girl, ‘cause from where I’m sitting that’s exactly what it looks like,” Wynonna said.
“Wy, I-” Waverly paused and looked out over the ocean rather than meeting her sister’s eyes.
It’s now or never, right?
“I love her,” Waverly said. “I’ve been in love with Nicole for years.”
Wynonna gasped beside her, and Waverly turned to find wide blue eyes staring at her like she was a stranger.
“Oh,” Wynonna said quietly. “Oh, shit.”
“Yeah. Oh, shit.”
“Wait. Is that why you’ve been avoiding all of us for the last few years and been generally MIA whenever we try to make plans with you? If you love her, why have you been avoiding her for so long?” Wynonna asked.
“I just-” Waverly considered how to explain things in a way that made sense. “It was really hard watching Nicole constantly date other girls, especially while I was still figuring out my sexuality when we were younger. And then once I did figure it out, I realized that I was certain about my feelings for her, but she never saw me that way and it made me angry and resentful. I never expected to have a real chance with her, and then this week happened, and there’s this undeniable spark between us and…” Waverly shrugged, not sure what else to say as Wynonna processed everything she’d heard.
“I think Rosie knew there was something going on there,” Wynonna said finally. “But she’s always been smarter than me, hasn’t she?” she said, chuckling.
Waverly nodded. “I mean, she is kind of a genius. She used to ask me about Nicole sometimes, so I think she might have suspected. She never pushed though, and I never told her how I really felt. I’m sorry I’ve basically been lying to you both - or, all three of you, I guess - but it was more for my own self-preservation than anything.”
“I wish you had told me so I could’ve tried to support you, but I understand why you didn’t. Nic being my best friend makes all of this more complicated, doesn’t it?”
“It does,” Waverly agreed. “But I’m sorry I let it come between you and me for the last few years. That was my fault, and I own that.”
Wynonna’s eyes took on a steely glint as something else occurred to her. “Hold on. You’re in love with Nicole, but you don’t know how she feels about you?” she asked.
“We haven’t really talked about it,” Waverly admitted. “This is all so new, I don’t want to push her too fast or make things weird between us.”
“Oh, hell no,” Wynonna said, pushing herself to standing and forcing Waverly to look up at her against the blinding sun. “We’re going to straighten this out right now. I’m not letting my baby sister get her heart broken by my best friend, or anyone else for that matter.”
“Wy, wait!” Waverly scrambled to her feet and jogged after Wynonna, not catching up to her until she was already back in the kitchen.
“Do you have feelings for my sister?” Wynonna asked, hands on her hips as she stared down a startled Nicole.
Nicole’s eyes flicked to Waverly in surprise, and she shifted on her feet as Wynonna, Rosita, and Waverly all awaited her response.
“Um, yes?” Nicole said uncertainly, likely wondering if that was the response Waverly wanted or expected based on their previous conversation.
“You don’t sound so sure,” Wynonna pressed. “You know Waverly isn’t someone you can just fuck around with and then ghost, right? She’s my sister, Nic, and she’s always going to be in our lives. If you’re not serious about this, you two need to knock off whatever the hell you’ve been up to for the past week.”
“Wynonna-” Rosita tried, but Wynonna shushed her with a wave of her hand.
Waverly hoped the apology was clear in her eyes as Nicole’s gaze landed on her again. They had literally justdiscussed not needing to define things between them, and now Wynonna was practically forcing Nicole to sign her name in blood to prove she was serious about committing to Waverly.
God, this is such a mess.
“I’m serious about Waverly,” Nicole said, maintaining eye contact with Waverly as she spoke confidently. “I’m in this for however long she wants me around.”
Waverly grinned, stepping around her sister as she pulled Nicole into a fierce hug. She buried her face against Nicole’s chest before turning her head slightly so she could get words out.
“Fair warning, it might be a really long time,” Waverly said quietly.
Nicole wrapped her arms around her and held her close as she pressed her nose to the top of Waverly’s head.
“I’m counting on it,” she whispered.
Waverly lifted her chin to meet Nicole’s waiting lips, and she chuckled at the dramatic groan that could only have come from her sister.
Notes:
That’s a wrap, friends! I was expecting to need another chapter or two to close this one out, but this felt like the right place to bring this story to an end. I hope you guys liked this one <3
I’m back on my grad school shit and need to take a short break while I work on my classes and maybe actually try to read something on my giant TBR shelf, so it might be a little bit before you see a new work from me. I do, of course, already have an outline started for a new fic idea I’m really excited about, so I’ll be posting again as soon as I possibly can.
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(Think an enemies to lovers sexy spy drama, lies and betrayal, and the slowest burn that ever burned because I know y'all secretly love that shit LOL)Much love to you all - thanks for reading and supporting my work as always.
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