19. Don't Follow Me

“Yeah, you better be putting that back on,” Waverly muttered with a smirk, eyeing Nicole from across the room as she slid her sling back on.

“I am, ain’t I?” she argued with a grin, walking over and sitting across from her at the table as she ate her donuts. Waverly gave her a small smile as she looked into her eyes. They sat like that for a few seconds, moment breaking when Nicole saw a flash of uncertainty rush through them. She slid her hand across the table and dropped it over Waverly’s with a squeeze. “Can you promise me something?”

“Hmm?” Waverly questioned through a mouthful, raising her brow.

“That you’re gonna stop holding your feelings in.” Waverly slowly dropped her head with a sigh, and Nicole ran her thumb along the length of her hand. “‘Cause it’s  ok to not be ok. I need you to know that. I can’t just sit here and watch you suffer, Baby, that’s not fair. Not to me or you. I need you to trust me. You-”

Waverly raised her head with a clenched jaw. “I do trust you,” she mumbled.

Nicole tilted her head a bit. “Then why do you keep hiding from me? From all of us?” she asked gently.

Waverly slipped her hand back to her lap and Nicole swallowed at the loss of contact. “‘Cause I’m fine,” she answered almost in a grumble, shifting in her chair.

Nicole shook her head slightly and pushed her hand through her hair. “I don’t need a mind reader to see that you're not, Waves.”

Waverly looked up at her with hard eyes. “I’m fine, ok?” she said in an attempt to sound stern, but her voice broke with the last syllable. She quickly pushed her chair back and stomped towards the stairs.

“Waverly,” Nicole pleaded, following her to the bottom of the staircase.

“We’ve known each other for a week, Nicole! Quit acting like you know exactly who I am and what I’m feeling!” Waverly shoved her finger into Nicole’s chest with her words before making her way up the stairs. “Don’t follow me.”

Nicole stepped back a bit, feeling like she had just been shot in the heart. Her brow furrowed and she looked down, pursing her lips. She didn’t notice when Waverly looked at her for a second when she reached the top of the stairs with tears already rolling down her cheeks. Nicole trudged towards the table, grabbing her belongings, and headed towards the door.

Her hand was on the door handle, but it swung open at her. “Woah, Haughty, sorry, didn’t see you th- Hey . . . who kicked your puppy?” Wynonna mumbled, noticing the saddened look on her face. Nicole made an attempt to meet her eyes, but couldn’t, so she just looked past her, sucking one side of her cheek in. “My sister kicked your puppy,” she mumbled to herself. 

“Can I go?” Nicole asked quietly.

Wynonna stepped to the side. “She’ll get over whatever it is, you know she will,” Wynonna said in an attempt to reassure her.

“Yeah, well, apparently I don’t know her at all,” Nicole mumbled almost in a mocking tone as she walked towards her car.

Wynonna cocked a brow, letting out a sad sigh. “I’ll talk to her.”

“Good luck getting anything out of that.” She slammed her car door and started it, quickly pulling away from the Homestead.

Wynonna watched her leave, feeling very confused. She shook her head and headed inside. Walking up to the cabinet, she pulled a full bottle of whiskey out, took a few sips, and stuffed it back in there. She knew Waverly had to be pretty pissed off to make Nicole that upset, and a pissed off Waverly was never any fun. She trudged up the steps reluctantly and tapped on her door. “Babygirl?” she asked softly. “Can I come in?”

“Go for it,” she heard come from the other side of the door, so she slowly pushed it open. The curtains over the window had been drawn shut, the lights were off, and she saw a lump of blankets curled up at the edge of the bed.

She let out a sigh and sat on the opposite edge of the bed. “You ok, Waves?”

“Yep,” she answered flatly with a sniffle.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yep.”

“‘Cause that girl of yours looked pretty upset leaving here, ya know.” She pulled her legs up onto the bed and laid back, looking up at the ceiling.

She heard a sniff that seemed to be cut short with a sob of some sort. “Yep,” she answered, shakily this time.

“Babygirl,” Wynonna mumbled, turning to face her back. “You know you can talk to me about whatever it is.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m going to.”

“She didn’t do anything to you, did she?” Wynonna asked, pushing herself up a bit.

“No-” Waverly answered defensively but quickly corrected herself to a flatter tone. “No, she didn’t, Wynonna.” She sunk farther into the bed, pulling the blankets up closer to her face.

“Waverly, will you just tell me what happened so I can help you?” Wynonna begged.

Waverly flipped to look at her with a grunt, her face heavily tear-stained. “I don’t need your help. Or hers. Now, will you all just leave me the fuck alone?”

Wynonna’s eyes widened, for she rarely saw this side of her baby sister. She swallowed the lump in her throat and sat up, getting off the bed. “Yeah . . . whatever you want, Waves,” she sighed, noticing the dark blue hoodie on the bedpost. She picked it up and looked at the front, recognizing it as Nicole’s. She brought her eyes back to Waverly. “Y-you want this?” she asked, holding it out in front of her.

Waverly’s eyes traced over it for a few seconds and Wynonna saw tears come back to her eyes. “No,” she sniffled, flipping back over.

Wynonna sighed and placed it on the pillow she had previously been laying on. “Holler if you need me, I guess.”

“Mmm.” Wynonna gently closed the door and went back downstairs, heading straight for the liquor cabinet again.

___

After Waverly heard the click of the door, she let out the long, shaky breath that she had been holding deep in her lungs. 

Out of absolutely nowhere, her heart began to race and she felt as if she couldn’t breathe. Panic attack, she thought to herself. She sat up and tried to breathe slowly in and out, but she couldn’t calm herself down. Her mind was spinning with all kinds of thoughts, but she couldn’t even tell what they were. She was gasping for air at this point, her face now turning a light shade of blue. Looking around, she saw the hoodie on the pillow, realizing that was where Wynonna had left it. Waverly quickly snatched it up and brought it to her face, taking in the scent of Nicole that radiated off of it. She laid back on her pillow, still holding it there, and her heart began to slowly even out. Her breathing became steadier, and her hands stopped shaking. She wiped her face of tears with the hoodie and pulled it back up over her nose, eventually drifting off to sleep with it in her arms.

___

Nicole pulled up to her house and wiped her purple blotched, tear-stained face with the inside collar of her shirt. It was a miracle that she had made it home. She had sobbed the whole way back from the Homestead, not being able to see the road one bit. 

After a failed attempt at trying to calm herself down, Nicole let out a groan and swung the car door open, spewing the remains of her stomach onto the grass, getting some on her sling somehow. Slowly sitting back up straight, she wiped her face once more and headed straight to the shower for the second time that day. 

She really didn’t know what to be feeling. She wasn’t mad at Waverly, that was for sure. She was mad at herself. She never wanted to make her mad like that- that was the last thing she would ever want. Shaking her head, she drew the shower curtain open and climbed in.

After getting out, it was only a little after 11 o’clock, so she decided she had some time to kill before work. Now in a light t-shirt and shorts, she plopped onto her bed and set her alarm for one. Rolling around a bit, she sighed, not able to get comfy. She opened her eyes a bit, noticing something colorful hanging off her headboard. Opening them all the way, she remembered it was Waverly’s cat hoodie that she had stolen. She reluctantly pulled it on over her head with a grunt and laid back down, feeling calmness rush over her. Exhaustion pulled her eyes closed and she fell asleep within minutes with CJ purring at her feet.

.  .  .

“Baaaaaabygirllllll.” 

Waverly’s eyes fluttered open to see Wynonna kneeling in front of her, shaking her shoulder. “Hmm?” She stretched her legs out, hearing her knees pop.

“Dolls wants to meet with us to talk about Bobo’s party this weekend. You need to get ready so we can go.” Wynonna gave her a small smile. She noticed the hoodie in her sister’s arms and had to bite her tongue to keep a comment down.

“M’kay . . . What time is it?” Waverly asked, sleep still in her voice as she rubbed her eyes.

“A little after four.”

Waverly sat up with a yawn. “I’ll be down in a few.” Wynonna patted her arm and left her room to leave her to it. Waverly untangled herself from her mountain of blankets and stretched her arms out with a groan. Walking over to her closet, she searched around for something to throw on. Deciding on a pair of grey leggings, she yanked them up her legs and searched for a shirt. She found one of her cheer camp t-shirts from high school in the back of her closet and pulled it on with a smile.

She thought for a second before pulling walking over to her bedroom door and sticking her head out. “Nonna?” she called down the stairs.

“What?” Wynonna called back.

“Is it cold out?”

“A little. I’d bring a jacket or something.”

“Ok.” She pulled the door closed and went back to her closet to try to find something. “No . . . no . . . definite no.” She couldn’t find anything that looked appealing to her at the moment.

“C’mon, Waves! We got places to be, people to see!” She heard Wynonna call from the bottom of the stairs. She let out a sigh as she tapped on the metal bar in her closet. Turning around, she walked back to her bed, picking up that stupid fucking police flag hoodie and slipping it on over her shirt. Regret socked in her her chest as she pulled her hair into a high messy bun and pulled the hood up over the back of her head just behind the bun.

“Good enough,” she muttered to herself as she stuck her feet into slip-on sneakers.

“Waverly!”

“I’m coming!” she shouted as she shoved her phone in her hoodie pocket and headed down the steps. Wynonna eyed her, tracing her eyes up and down her. “What?”

“Nothing,” she replied with a smile. “Go on, get in the truck.”

Waverly nodded and headed outside, climbing up into the passenger seat. Wynonna plopped herself in the driver’s seat a few seconds later and started it up. Waverly’s ears started to bleed as heavy metal blasted through the speakers.  “Nope, not if I’m in here,” she huffed and flipped the station to something more her style.

“Are you hating on my Slipknot?” Wynonna asked, raising her eyebrows at her as she turned out of the Homestead’s driveway.

“Sure am,” she replied with a sigh.

Wynonna pressed her hand against her chest and gasped dramatically. “How dare you!” Waverly rolled her eyes at her with a small smirk on her face. The rest of the ride was quiet besides the racecar noises Wynonna made as she turned a few corners. She parked close to the entrance of the station and they both hopped out. “Ready, Freddy?” Wynonna asked as she fixed her bra in the mirror.

“Yeah,” Waverly mumbled, watching her with a disgusted look on her face. They walked into the station, heading in the BBD office. Waverly greeted Doc and Dolls, sitting down on the couch in the corner.

“I want food,” Wynonna stated, already halfway out the door. Doc and Dolls let out an annoyed sigh at the same time. Waverly shook her head and pulled her phone out of her pocket as she curled up on the couch. 

She heard footsteps a few minutes later that brought her back to reality. “Yes, Wynonna, you’re hilarious,” she heard Nicole say sarcastically as she walked in the room after her sister. Waverly’s eyes shot open. She hadn’t taken into consideration that Nicole was also part of Black Badge, but it seemed that Nicole hadn’t even noticed that she was sitting in the corner of the room.

“Ok, now that we’re all here,” Dolls grumbled, glaring at Wynonna, who was chowing down on a cookie. “We can get started. I have a map of the building here, all of you gather around the table.” Waverly pushed herself up from the couch and Nicole looked over at her. She bit the inside of her bottom lip nervously and dipped her head a little as she walked over to the table, seeing Nicole’s eyes widened at her, also seeming to have not realized she would be there. Nicole sat down and was just about to cross her legs when Waverly slumped onto her lap. Her body went stiff and she looked at Waverly with confusion written all over her face.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, burying her face into her neck.

Nicole’s muscles relaxed and she traced her fingers up her side, pulling her closer. “It’s ok,” she said softly, looking down at her with a half-smile. Waverly smiled a sincere smile and kissed her cheek. Nicole was still very confused, but she could ask questions later. She scooted the chair in right as Dolls began to speak. 

“The whole town’s been invited to this party, so it won’t be too suspicious that we’re all there. The people there will most likely not figure that anything’s out of the ordinary. That's not the case, though. I’ve divided us into teams of two to survey the area. Earp and Doc, you’ll have the entrance.” He pointed to an area on the blueprint in front of him. “I need you to be watching for suspicious-looking people and suspicious-looking activity. Wynonna, you’ve seen most of the people in this town before, so if you see someone you don’t recognize, you need to keep an eye on them.” 

“Aye, aye, Captain!” she responded with a salute.

“Doc, you need to be on the lookout for people . . . not of this time.” He looked up at Doc with a sneaky grin. Doc tipped his hat towards him. “Haught and Waverly.” Nicole glanced up at him, but Waverly’s eyes stayed transfixed on the button she was messing with on Nicole’s top.

“Waves,” Nicole whispered, tapping her thigh.

“Yeah?” she asked, looking up at her. Nicole pointed to Dolls with a smile. “Oh . . . Sorry.” Her face went a dark shade of pink as she looked towards him.

Dolls gestured towards the middle of the paper. “You two will be in the ballroom. I need your eyes and ears open. The point of going to this is to try and get something we can use to arrest Bobo. To my understanding, Waverly, you have a friendlier relationship to him than the rest of us, so if you get a chance, maybe start a conversation, try to get something out of him.” Nicole squinted her eyes at her after hearing that, not knowing why she had a closer relationship with him.

Waverly looked up at her with a toothy smile. “I’ll tell you later,” she promised, patting her chest.

Her brows went up. “Uh, yeah, you will.” Waverly rested her head back against her, spinning the green band on Nicole’s finger.

“Agent Haught, your job will be to eavesdrop on Bobo’s crew’s conversations. They won’t suspect that from you. We’ll all be getting earpieces to communicate with each other, but you'll be getting a sound enhancement one as well. Sounds good?”

“Yes, sir,” Nicole confirmed.

“Agent Haught,” Waverly whispered huskily in her ear with a grin.

Nicole’s face went red and she pinched her arm. “Waverly,” she chastised quietly through her teeth.

“Ahem,” Wynonna coughed. The couple's faces were both blushed as they smiled up at Wynonna.

“Nedley and I will be making rounds around the whole building, searching for things and chatting with people, asking what they know. The party starts at seven and ends at 11 on Saturday. I expect all of you here at six so we can go over a few more things and I’d like to meet back here after so we can go over anything that we’ve discovered. It’s a formal event, and I expect nothing less than that.” he got nods from all of them, and nodded in confirmation. “One final thing. No drinking whatsoever. I want us all alert just in case something does happen.”

“Really, Dolls?” Wynonna complained.

“I mean it, Earp. Unless you want to be kicked from the mission, hands off.”

“Fine,” she grumbled, crossing her arms and slumping down in her chair.

“I think that’s it. Anyone have any questions?” Dolls asked, standing up from his chair. Everyone shook their heads, mumbling out negative responses. “Alright then, I’ll see you all Saturday. I need to relay this information to Nedley in a more . . . proper manner.” Dolls grabbed his blueprint and left the room, shutting the door behind him. Waverly slowly stood up from Nicole’s lap and turned sideways to crack her back.

Nicole stood up with a groan and slid her hand down Waverly’s arm to pull her attention towards her again. “Let’s go talk?” she asked.

Waverly nodded and Nicole headed for the door, leading Waverly with her hand on the small of her back. Waverly quickly realized that she was using her casted hand, and quickly looked towards her.“Where’s your sling?” she demanded as they walked into her office.

Nicole let out an airy sigh as she sat down at her desk and rolled over to Waverly on the couch. “It’s, uh . . . in the laundry,” Nicole mumbled, rubbing the back of her neck and pulling her top lip in with her tongue.

“Why?” Waverly questioned, straightening the collar that she had just messed up.

Nicole twisted back and forth in her chair a bit before spinning completely around as she spoke. “Kinda threw up all over it.”

Waverly caught the arm of the chair and made her face her again. “Nic . . . ?” She moved her hands to the outside of her thighs to keep her from trying to move away again.

“Hmm?” Her eyes met hazel ones again- Nervous hazel ones. Waverly drew in a breath and swallowed. “Oh, you want to know why?” she asked a little more forcefully than she had meant to. “Right.” Nicole pushed herself away from her and stood up, walking to the other side of the room. “Well, my girlfriend kinda blew up at me, rightfully so, and now I feel like a real bitch, ya know?” Waverly stood up and slowly walked over to her. “So when I left, I was real fuckin upset ‘cause I made you upset, and I never want that. That’s, like, the number one thing I told myself I’d never do.” 

“Nic,” Waverly said quietly, reaching out for her hand.

“I ended up pulling a you. Sobbing so hard that I threw up. My lawn is now beautifully decorated along with my sling.” She pulled away from Waverly so she couldn’t grab her hand.

“Nicole,” Waverly said again, voice cracking, trying to calm her down a little bit.

Nicole spun quickly back around, tears starting to roll. “I’m just so, so sorry, Waves. I should have never pu-”

“Nicole.” She brought her hands to her cheeks, wiping her tears with her thumbs. “I’m not mad at you.”

Her forehead creased. “Wh- You’re not?”

“Would I be wearing this if I was?” she asked with a smile, tilting her head and gesturing down to her hoodie.

“I guess not . . .”

Waverly slid her hands down to her waist, interlocking her fingers behind her back. “No, I wouldn’t. Nic, I . . . I don’t know why I went off on you like that. I really don’t. ‘Cause I didn’t mean it . . . like, at all. I promise you that.”

Nicole nodded and pressed her forehead against Waverly’s. “Ok,” she breathed out. “I thought you hated me for a while there.”

“I could never hate you,” Waverly assured with a smile, arching herself into Nicole and running her finger along her jaw, drawing her in for a kiss.

Nicole sighed into it, letting her body relax. “Ditto,” she mumbled, walking them towards the door and pinning her against it, hoping it wouldn't trigger her in any way. But she just looked up at her with heart eyes, so Nicole knew she was good. Nicole flashed a cocky smile as she twisted the lock, and Waverly’s mouth came open a smidge, corners upturned, before she drew Nicole’s mouth back to hers, finding her tongue with her own. Nicole let out a small moan and moved them from window to window, reaching up and twisting the blinds shut, not once breaking the kiss. 

Waverly moved her hands down Nicole’s body, feeling every curve until they met her hips. She gripped the tucked in fabric and pulled it out, finding no tank top below like there usually was. Waverly let out a giggle, pushing her tongue out between her teeth and looking up at Nicole with a grin. Nicole rolled her eyes as she tugged at the bottom of the hoodie, asking her permission. Waverly brought her arms down and pulled it off herself in one quick motion, tossing it to the side. Nicole looked down at her girlfriend with a smile, but her cheeks went bright red as she pushed her back a little bit, staring at her shirt.

“You ok there?” Waverly asked with a laugh.

Nicole looked up at her with a set of wide eyes. “You were a cheerleader?” she asked.

“Yeah . . . You didn’t know that?” She ran her thumbs along her bare hips under her shirt.

“I did not,” she mumbled, glancing back down at the shirt. “It just . . . used to be my thing . . . I guess it still is.”

Waverly shook her head with a smile, sliding her hands to Nicole’s ass with a squeeze and pulling her impossibly closer. “I see . . . Well, is there a problem now that you know about my previous status as cheer captain?” 

“Captain, huh?” Nicole licked her lips and kissed her way up to Waverly’s ear. “You must be very flexible then,” she whispered, sending chills down Waverly’s spine.

“That I am,” she mumbled in response, letting out a few breathy moans and gripping her ass harder as Nicole nipped at her ear lobe. Nicole chuckled at the idea that popped into her head as she worked her way back to Waverly’s lips. She slowly slid her hand from Waverly’s hair, down her chest, and back behind her. She scooped her up, hearing Waverly giggle as she kissed around her face. Waverly locked her ankles behind her and wrapped her arms around her neck. “You have fun doing that, don’t you?” she asked, running her fingers through the hairs at the base of her neck.

“Mmm, yeah. But you know what’s more fun?” Waverly raised her brows at her in question. “This.” Nicole spun them around and vigorously pushed Waverly against the wall, maybe, just maybe, bucking her hips up into her as she did so.

Waverly quickly inhaled as her eyelashes fluttered. “Nicole,” she breathed out, able to meet her eyes now. Nicole shot her a shit-eating grin. “This is definitely more fun, yeah.” Nicole chuckled as she slid her uncasted hand up her shirt, rubbing her thumb along her ribs. Waverly pulled at Nicole’s bottom lip with her teeth, letting it go with a cheeky smile. She kissed her way down to her neck, nibbling on her pulse point.

“Fuck,” Nicole groaned, throwing her head back and thrusting her hips forward involuntarily. Waverly breathed a moan against her neck, making Nicole feel warmer in a whole bunch of places. 

Waverly pulled back, looking down at the branding she had just left on her. She cupped the back of her head, crashing their lips together again as she felt around on Nicole’s front, finding the top-most unbuttoned button on her shirt. She gave it a tug, pulling back from the kiss to look at Nicole for approval, and the way Nicole licked her swollen lips was a definite answer. Waverly bit her bottom lip with a smile before pulling her back in by the collar. She undid the first button, working her way down the line. She reached the bottom and brought her hands back to the top, flicking it open around Nicole’s chest and inhaling sharply. “Officer Haught,” she muttered, peeling her eyes away and looking deeply into her eyes. “Who gave you permission to be this dang beautiful?”

Nicole rolled her eyes playfully above a blush. “Oh please, have you looked at yourself recently? ‘Cause I’d  be lying if I said you weren’t the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

Waverly’s face blushed deeper than Nicole’s from the mixture of the complement and her drawl. “Can you not make me swoon for, like, .2 seconds? Please?” 

Nicole grinned and nuzzled her nose with her own. “Nope.”

Waverly sighed, looking at her with heart eyes. Nicole continued on with the kissing, resituating Waverly in her arms as she pulled away from the wall and headed for the couch. “Top,” Waverly mumbled in between kisses, releasing her ankles from behind her back.

Nicole raised her brows. “Yes, Ma’am,” she muttered as Waverly’s feet hit the floor. She brought her hands to Nicole’s shoulders, tracing her thumbs across her collarbones before slowly backing her all the way to the couch, giving her a good shove at the end so she fell backward. Nicole bit her lip as she resituated herself to lay down, and Waverly slipped in between her legs, giggling profusely. “You should do that more often . . . for science, of course,” Nicole mumbled, drumming her fingers up Waverly’s thigh to her hip.

“You don’t gotta ask me twice.”

Nicole smiled and Waverly dipped her head to meet her mouth, fingers gripping her hair. Nicole slid her hand up Waverly’s shirt, slipping it around to her back and hooking her fingers on the bottom hem. Waverly sat completely upright and practically ripped her own shirt off so she now was left with just a bra. Dropping her head again, she went straight for Nicole’s neck, slowly beginning to rock her hips into her. “Good job,” Nicole breathed out with a chuckle as her fingers gripped into her back. “You didn’t get stuck this time.”

Waverly sat up with a pout. “You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?” she questioned, sticking her finger under the bottom elastic of Nicole’s sports bra and straightening out the folds.

“How could I? That was some high-quality entertainment.”

Waverly rolled her eyes. “I’m glad my struggles amused you, Nic,” she grumbled. 

Nicole smirked wide. “You know what else I like?”

Waverly raised her brow at her. “Mm, what’s that?”

“The faces you make. They’re great.”

Waverly laughed a little. “Oh yeah? Which ones?”

“Well, all of them, ‘cause I just like your face." She pinched her cheek. "But your focused face is adorable, and that face you made when we drove past those cows the other day almost made me throw up happy faces.” Waverly blushed, and Nicole looked up at her, biting her lip. “But this face is priceless.”

“What face?” Waverly asked with a hint of confusion.

“This one.” Nicole grabbed Waverly’s hand that was resting on her stomach and brought it up, clamping it down over her breast. Nicole smiled an open smile, observing the face, which was just as she imagined it would be. She heard Waverly’s breath stall and saw her eyes widen downwards, mouth popping open. She held in a laugh as she watched Waverly gather her bearings and slowly raise her eyes to hers, her face redder than Nicole's hair. “You good, or you need another minute?” Nicole asked, tilting her head and pulling her bottom lip in with her tongue.

“I’m goo-” Nicole let out a small chuckle, hearing her voice stick to her throat. She released her hand, and Waverly moved it down to her hip, digging her nails in purposely. “You have to warn me next time you do something like that.”

“But there’s no fun in that,” Nicole reasoned, tracing circles around Waverly’s abs with her thumb.

Waverly nodded, pursing her lips before shifting her knee right in between Nicole’s legs into her, at the moment, very sensitive spot, making her moan a little bit louder than Waverly was expecting. She fell forward onto her, snickering into her chest. Nicole brought her hand down, smacking her ass with a tight grip. “That was very rude of you, Waverly Earp,” Nicole muttered through her teeth, still trying to catch her breath.

“Oh, sorry, did you want a warning next time?” Waverly asked, sitting up and giving her a look.

Nicole sighed, dropping her head as she accepted her defeat before quickly looking up and flipping them over, towering over Waverly with a proud smile. “You’ve lost your privileges, Missy.” She gave Waverly a wink, before shifting her body down and dropping her head for a kiss. Propped up on her elbow, she rocked her hips into Waverly, sliding her hand down from her neck to her chest, giving one of her breasts thoughtful squeeze, opening her eyes and glancing up as she moved down from her lips to her jawline. She smirked, seeing Waverly’s eyes rolled back and hearing curses whispered out.

A series of loud knocks at the door separated them. “Haught, why the hell is this door locked? I’ll physically hurt you if my sister just so happens to be in there with you!” They both looked at each other wide-eyed before Nicole began to button her shirt and Waverly flew off the couch to throw her own shirt back on.

Rushing to the door, she unlocked it and stuck her head out. “Hey, Nonna! What’s up?” she asked nervously, stepping out the door and shutting it behind her, leaning back on the doorframe casually. She swallowed when she heard Wynonna suck in a breath of air.

“Can you two not last three seconds without going at it like rabbits?!” she huffed, throwing her arms out in front of her.

“Wynonna, we weren't- No.”

“Yeah, mhm, ok. Anyway, Gus is making dinner, and she said you need to invite Officer Bang Bang ‘cause she wants all the family there or whatever.”

Waverly smiled at the fact that Nicole was already family to Gus. “Ok, I’ll ask her. Anything else?” 

“Nope.” Waverly nodded, cracking the door back open. “Oh yeah, Waves? I do have one more thing.” Waverly turned back to look at her sister. “Your shirt’s on backwards,” she informed, raising her brows at her knowingly. Waverly’s eyes widened as she looked down, seeing a plain grey shirt. Her face reddened and she slipped back through the door, finding Nicole still struggling with her buttons. She walked over to her, flipping her shirt forwards.

“What’d she wa- Why is your face so red?”

Waverly cleared her throat as she took over buttoning. “My shirt was on backwards,” she mumbled, looking up at Nicole when she let out a snort.

“Oh no, I’m sorry,” she said, still laughing.

“Well, she’s calling you Officer Bang Bang now.” Nicole’s laughter seized, and she threw her head back, letting out an annoyed groan as Waverly rolled her sleeves, evening them out. “Yeah, mhm. She said Gus wants you over for family dinner,” she added, looking up at her, nervous for her reaction. 

Nicole’s eyes softened and a warm smile slid onto her face. She pressed her forehead against Waverly’s. “I’ll be there,” she whispered assuringly.

Waverly ran her thumbs across the bottom of her cheekbones and gave her a kiss. “When do you get off?” she asked, walking to the other side of the room to grab the hoodie off the floor.

“Right now, after I talk to Nedley,” Nicole replied with a wink, tucking her shirt back in.

“Are you sure he’s ok with you messing with your schedule all the time?” She pulled the front of Nicole’s shirt straight, sliding her hands up and doing away with some of the wrinkles.

“He’s Nedley, Wave. He’d tell me so if he didn’t like it and I work enough overtime to make up for it anyway.” Waverly nodded, and Nicole headed for the door. “Is it cool if we run by my house first? I wanna change.”

“Yeah, I’ll go tell Wy that you’re coming.” Nicole flashed her a smile and left out the door.

.  .  .

“What’s she makin’?” Nicole asked, pulling into the Homestead driveway.

“I dunno,” Waverly sighed. “Let’s go find out.” She opened her door but paused when she heard yelling, now noticing that the front door was wide open. They both looked towards each other with worry and fear on their faces.

Nicole clenched her jaw, leaning across Waverly and pulling a gun out of the glovebox. She cocked it, looking back to Waverly with softer eyes. “Stay behind me,” she ordered gently. Waverly nodded quickly and Nicole jumped out of the car, still getting used to the feeling of a gun in her left hand. She made her way quickly to the door, Waverly keeping her distance at about five feet behind. Nicole pressed her back against the wall by the doorframe and Waverly decided to do the same too. She held her hand palm out to Waverly, ordering her to stay. Waverly swallowed, gripping the wood of the house. Nicole softened her eyes at her, grabbing her hand and kissing her knuckles in order to try and ease her fear. Waverly nodded and Nicole knew it was time to move in. She raised her gun, stepping in the doorway, doing a sweep of the room. Waverly saw her drop her gun back to her hip and roll her eyes.

“Bobo, what the hell are you doing here?”