33. Teacher

       A couple of nurses came in throughout the night, all knowing that Waverly wasn’t supposed to be in the hospital bed. But, how could they wake them up? An aw had come out of every single one that walked in.

       At around 8 AM, Waverly woke up from the stream of light coming from the window, streaming directly on her face. She bunched her eyes closed, letting out a small groan as she uncrossed her legs, popping her ankles. She looked down at the smushed face against her chest, slowly pushing her fingers through her hair, watching her smile in her sleep. She picked her phone up from the table next to her and began scrolling through Instagram, not wanting to disturb her.

       30 minutes later, she heard a breathy sigh come from Nicole so she looked down, seeing her face move a little before she actually opened her eyes. Waverly smiled down at her, rubbing the pad of her thumb on her cheek. She looked like a sleepy little kid, sun shining in and turning her eyes a golden honey color. “Sleep well?” She asked, voice a little hoarse from not speaking yet.

       “Mhm,” she mumbled with a smile. “I stay here,” she sighed groggily, snuggling her head into her chest and tugging the blanket up some more.

       The brunette’s brain was in cuteness overload, so she smiled sweetly at her, still lightly running her thumb across her cheek. “Ok, Baby.” She let out a content sigh, dimple popping out on her cheek.

       After 10 minutes of her dozing off for a little then blinking back up at Waverly, a nurse peeked her head in the room, seeing that the brunette was awake. She pointed towards Nicole, questioning if she was also awake. Waverly nodded, pushing her hand through her hair. The nurse walked in the room and she saw she had a clear cup with a pill and a cup of water. “Cole, get up,” she whispered. Nicole mumbled a negative response. “C’mon, you gotta take some medicine.”

       “Comfy,” she grumbled.

       Waverly pushed herself up on her elbows. “I know, I’m sorry, Love.” Nicole whined again. Waverly dropped herself back down, pulling her arm off of her and kicking her leg off of her lap.

       “Waveee.” Waverly shook her head at her, looking at the very amused nurse with a smile. She reclined the bed up so she was forced to sit up. Nicole whined again, flipping herself over to her back.

       The nurse handed her the two cups to give to the feisty redhead. “First round of painkillers. We are going to give her a 10-day prescription of them.”

       Waverly jabbed her elbow into her as she tried to curl into her side. Nicole’s eyes popped out of her head with a breathless groan, Waverly having just knocked her right in the chest. “Oh my gosh!” She sent both cups down, turning towards her. “Are you ok, I’m so sorry!” She groaned as she tried to suck some air back into her winded chest. She gently pulled her shirt up, making sure she didn’t- she didn’t even know, she just wanted to make sure it still looked normal.

       “Holy- How’d you do that?!” The nurse exclaimed, looking around the brunette.

       Waverly gently ran her finger over the top of it. “She got shot,” she informed, back facing her.

       “She- huh?!”

       “I’m a cop,” Nicole managed to get out. “Shot through my vest.”

       “Oh . . . Do you want some ice or something?” The nurse offered.

       “No,” Nicole said, pulling her oxygen tube off her face.

       “Yes,” Waverly said at the same time, glaring up at her. “Please,” she said, looking back at the nurse with a smile. She nodded and left the room. “I’m so sorry, Babe, I wasn’t thinking.”

       Nicole pat her leg. “It’s ok, I know.” She sighed, handing her the medicine. She tipped it back, Waverly handing her the water after.

.  .  .

       After one more round of a cleared x-ray, they were told they could go home. They were just about to head out when Dr. Pressman popped into the room with a new splint. “Hey . . .” Waverly watched her body stiffen.

       “Shae,” Nicole greeted, back towards her as she zipped up her bag. 

       “I brought you a better splint,” she said, offering it out towards her when she turned around.

       “Thanks.” She walked to the table to strip off her old one. The new one had elastic bands that held her fingers together, palm flat out. It had two wrist straps, so she didn’t have to wrap it up with anything to hold it on.

       “Just . . . change bandages once a day for about a week . . . I made you an appointment a month from today to come and get it checked up.”

       Nicole nodded, velcroing the final strap. She grabbed her bag, throwing the strap over her shoulder. “Sounds great,” she said with a bit of a bite. “Let’s go, Babe.” She held her hand out for Waverly.

       “Nic, you know I’m sorry,” she called after her.

       The Officer turned towards her. “Yea. You better be,” she quipped with a huff. She pulled Waverly out the door. They walked silently out to the car and she set her things in the back, climbing in and leaning against the door. The brunette looked towards her, biting the inside of her lip as she started the car with a sigh.

       The whole first half of the ride was quiet, besides the low music coming from the radio. Waverly couldn’t take it. “You wanna get lunch or something?” She asked, glancing towards her.

       “Sure.” 

       She pursed her lips a bit. “Where do you want to go?”

       “Wherever you want to go,” Nicole answered, looking towards her with a small smile. Waverly returned it, resting her hand on her thigh. She cupped the top of her hand after a few seconds, running her thumb along her fingers. Waverly pulled into a Denny’s parking lot about 5 minutes later. They got out of the car in true Denny’s fashion: messy buns, no make-up, and the clothes they slept in at 1:30 in the afternoon. The brunette scooped her hand up as they walked towards the entrance. Nicole opened the door, holding it open with her foot as she smacked her butt as she walked past. She shook her head at her, face a dark shade of crimson. A waiter took the couple to their booth and handed out their menus. He left with their drink orders.

       “Now, the real question is do I want breakfast or lunch,” Waverly mumbled, leaning over her menu.

       “I know what I want.” She looked up at Waverly with a devilish smirk.

       “Pancakes?” She guessed, looking up at her through her lashes.

       Nicole’s smile broadened. “Mhm!”

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       The waiter returned with their orders, handing them each their Chocolate Banana Pancakes. Nicole held in her happy giggle until the man was out of earshot. “This screams diabetes,” Waverly laughed.

       “I think you may have translated wrong, I hear eat me.” The brunette snorted into her coffee. They began to eat, chatting away.

       “Did you know that pancakes have been around since the Stone Age?” Waverly asked, snatching a slice of banana off her plate.

       Nicole looked up at her, slowly shaking her head. “I did not know that, thank you, Teacher.” Waverly went to make a face, but paused, setting her fork down and staring at Nicole with an unreadable face. “What?” She asked, scrunching her eyebrows together.

       “Teacher,” she said quietly.

       Nicole was still confused. “Ok . . . what about it?”

       Waverly propped her elbow up on the table, resting her head on her knuckle. “Would I be a good teacher?”

       The redhead's eyebrows went up, a small smile on her lips. “I think so, yea,” she nodded. “Is that something you’ve been thinking about?”

       “Not until this very second,” she said with a little laugh.

       “You’ve really never thought about that before?”

       “Well, I mean, maybe when I was a kid . . . You really think I’d be good at that?”

       Nicole nodded, blowing bubbles in her chocolate milk. “I mean you love kids. You’re super freaking smart. You like to boss people around all the time.”

       “Watch it,” she warned, getting a banana ready to flick on her fork.

       Nicole chuckled. “Really though, I think you’d be, like, the best teacher Purgatory has to offer . . . or wherever you decide to work.” Waverly smiled. “Miss Earp.”

       She giggled with a blush. “Now you’ve got me all excited. We’re looking all kinds of stuff up when we get home.”  Nicole nodded furiously, chewing through the half a pancake that she shoved in her mouth.

.  .  .

       “I missed you!” Waverly cooed to the large furball she picked up when she walked in the door.

       Nicole rolled her eyes, tussling the hair on CJ’s head as she walked past. “Can you feed her, Wave? I need to unpack all this.” She was already in her bedroom.

       “Yea!” She tapped a can of cat food into her bowl and set it on the ground, getting her some fresh water as well. She walked to Nicole’s room, finding her leaning halfway off the bed, plugging the charger in behind her headboard. “Having fun?”

       “Tons,” she deadpanned, looking up at her slightly red-faced from her head being upside down. Waverly pouted her lip out at her. “What?” She mimicked, pouting her own lip out.

       “You need to get better so I can lay on you without hurting you,” she whined.

       “Aww . . .” Nicole smiled, picking up her laptop. “But, now I get to lay on you all I want!” 

       She smiled, crawling onto the bed and stacking up the pillows for her to lean against comfortably. She laid back and Nicole plopped herself on her back, head against her chest, and pulled the blanket up over them. She balanced the laptop on her stomach and the brunette wrapped her arms around her, logging onto it. “Ok. What now?” She asked.

       Nicole looked up at her. “I dunno, what d’you wanna know?”

       “How does one become a teacher.”

       “Look it up!”

       “Ok!” She spoke as she typed. “How do you become a teacher in Alberta?” She clicked enter and Google gave her a whole bunch of information. She took a good 30 minutes clicking around and reading through a whole bunch of websites. Nicole was trying to keep up, but it seemed that she was a very fast reader. She finally broke the silence. “Well, that doesn’t sound too hard or unreasonable.”

       “I don’t think I understood any of that,” the redhead sighed.

       “If I am actually going to go through with this, I think my best bet is to get another Bachelor’s Degree. One in Education.”

       Nicole snapped her head up at her. “More college?!”

       She nodded. “If I were to just do the after-graduate program, which I will still have to do anyway, I would only be able to teach in history. And that probably means high school. So no thank you.”

       “So, you’re telling me that, hypothetically, my baby is going to have two different degrees?”

       She was quiet for a few seconds. “I’m not so sure this is hypothetical anymore, Nicole.”

       The redhead tossed the laptop off her lap, flipping around up on her knees. “You’re really gonna do this!?” She asked with a big smile.

       Waverly matched it. “If I can find an online college that’ll give me a degree!”

       The Deputy's smile widened impossibly wider. “AHHHH, I’M SO EXCITED!!!” She pulled her girlfriend into a hug, rocking her back and forth.

       Waverly giggled. She pushed her back suddenly. “I should probably go buy a laptop.”

       Nicole tipped her head at her. “You don’t have one? How’d you do your other online courses?”

       “I used Curtis’ old one. I had just finished my Bachelor’s Degree and was about to start my Master’s when it broke. Never got around to buying a new one,” she shrugged.

       Nicole hopped off the bed. “Well, c’mon, let’s go!” She had already slipped her slides on and was heading for the door.

       “Right now? Nic, I don’t have the-”

       “I’m buying it!” She heard the front door close. She sighed, knowing it wasn’t up for debate. She headed out the door, seeing that Nicole was in the driver’s side of her Jeep.

       She hopped in, shaking her head at her with a smile. “You don’t have to, you know that right?”

       “Mm, I know I don’t have to.” She pulled her head closer by the back of her neck, sliding her hand to the bottom of her chin. She began to punctuate everything she said with a kiss on her face. “But you’re my baby. And I love you. And I’m really happy for you. And you deserve it.” She landed the last kiss on her lips, giving her an unmistakably affectionate kiss, pouring all of her feelings into it. When she pulled away, they both kept their eyes closed, not wanting to lose that feeling just yet. When they did open them, they blinked slowly at one another. “And because I’m so happy right now, we’re gonna go get the Corvette. Also because I miss her, but still.” Waverly smiled sweetly, pulling her into an intoxicating kiss, hand on both cheeks.

.  .  .

       The brunette had somehow managed to keep her hands off of her long enough for her to get to the garage. Waverly climbed out of the car, swaying her hips ever so slightly as she walked up to the door, waiting for Nicole to catch up. She stopped behind her, wrapping her right arm around her front and pulling her back into her, leaving open-mouth kisses along her neck as she unlocked the door with her other hand. She flicked the lights on when she walked them inside, quickly turning and forcing the smaller girl against the metal wall. She kissed and licked down her neck some more, picking up the hem of the hoodie she had on with her teeth and pulling it up slightly. Waverly snuck her hand down the back of her joggers, gripping her bare ass with her nails, getting a small moan out of the redhead. Nicole then brought her hand up to her neck, tipping her head sideways and bringing her face to her ear. “I’m gonna go down on you,” she husked, immediately feeling the shiver travel through the younger girl’s body as she gripped her waist.

       “Sheriff’s Deputy Haught,” Waverly breathed.

       Nicole chuckled. “Upstairs,” she mumbled against her greedy lips.

       “What’s up there?”

       “Haught’s Hangout,” she smirked, taking her hand and leading her up the steps. She pushed open a door at the top revealing a room with a couple of beanbags, a TV/gaming system set up, a pool table, and a futon. Waverly looked around, not quite sure where to go. Nicole attached her lips to her neck right below her ear. “We’re fuckin’ on the pool table.” She unleashed the cockiest smirk on her face.

       A shockwave zapped Waverly right in between the thighs, almost making her knees buckle. “I have a feeling you’ve always wanted to say that to someone,” she mumbled as Nicole backed her up towards it.

       “I have,” she admitted. Waverly jumped up onto the edge. Nicole pulled her shirt and hoodie off in one go, dropping it to the floor next to her. The brunette grabbed the back of her head roughly, dipping her head down into a hungry kiss, feeling like a horny high school boy as she sloppily chased her tongue with her own. Nicole slipped her jacket off of her arms, yanking it down off her hand. She tossed it up onto the table and jumped up, sitting on her knees in front of the brunette, who pushed herself back to the middle and dropped down to her back, bunching it up into a makeshift pillow. The redhead pulled her shirt off, Waverly smirking when she remembered she hadn’t been able to wear a bra for the past two days. She slid forward, bumping her hips on the back of the smaller girl’s thighs. Hovering above her for a few seconds, teasing her finger down her lip, she dropped down to her elbows, kissing her hastily. She began to slowly bump herself against Waverly’s centre, pushing her hips up ever so slightly when they came in contact.

       “I’ll never understand how you’re so good at barely doing anything,” the brunette said as she nipped along her chin.

       “Barely anything, huh?” She drew her hips back, bucking them forward as she sucked on the point on her neck that made her shudder.

       She let out a high-pitched whimper, feeling the redhead smiling against her neck. “You’re funny,” she smirked, placing her hand on the top of her head and pushing her down.

       Nicole looked up at her smugly. “Are you losing your patience, Miss Earp?” She asked, reaching behind her and unhooking her bra, tossing it away. She kissed down the middle of her breasts.

       “Wouldn’t you rather it if I came in your mouth instead of my pants?” She questioned, feeling her sigh against her nipple.

       “Touche.” She moved her line of kisses and nips slowly down her stomach, teasing her as much as humanly possible.

       “Nicole,” Waverly begged, pushing her hips up into her stomach to get some type of friction.

       “Yes, Darlin?” She asked, tracing her tongue along the hem of her sweatpants.

       “If you keep this up I will tease you so hard you’ll cry.” Nicole knew she was very serious. She smiled innocently, licking a straight line from where she had stopped, up her stomach, up her neck, all the way to her mouth, locking their lips as she slipped her fingers under the hem and began tugging them down. She pulled them off her feet and tossed them up, covering her face. The redhead quickly propped her right arm across her hips and stuck her thumb into her.

       “Niiiic,” her squeal quickly dropped to a moan. Nicole smirked, pulling her underwear all the way off and kissing along her thighs. She fed her other arm around her leg and pressed her hand down on her left hip, moving the other to her right. She looked up at her, asking permission. “You fucking better,” Waverly grumbled. Nicole snorted, pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She locked eyes with the brunette, pressing her tongue flatly against her slit, sliding straight up. Waverly dropped down to her back with a breathy moan, one thought running through her head: I’m in trouble.

       “Yea?” The Officer asked. Waverly gripped the back of her head, shoving it forward. “Alright then,” she husked, casting her hot breath onto her. The brunette gripped the jacket her head was on as she traced up again, slipping through this time.

       “Holy-” Her breath was cut when she started circling her already swollen bud. She slowly picked up speed and added pressure, using her facial expressions and breathing as a guide. Within a few minutes, she was already close. Her hips were jumping every few seconds. Waverly let out a sharp moan, quickly grabbing Nicole’s head. “Theredon’tstop,” she sputtered. Nicole grinned, gripping her hip a little harder. She rocked it out and in 10 seconds, the woman flew over the edge with a gasp. The redhead was feeling cocky, so she kept going in the same spot, bringing her hand down and shoving two fingers into her, curving them up as she pumped them in and out. Nicole was sure she had never heard the brunette cuss so many times. She was screaming her name as she had another orgasm within seconds. She slowed it down this time, pulling her fingers out and lapping up whatever had spilled out of her. Waverly’s body was still twitching as she kissed up to her face, moving and straddling her hips. The brunette stared up at her as she hovered over her, letting her catch her breath a little bit. Waverly smiled with a little laugh.

       “Did I do it right?” The redhead asked with a shit-eating grin.

       “Asshole.” Waverly wrapped her arms around the back of her neck, pulling her down to meet her lips. The kisses weren’t greedy anymore. More intimate now.

       “You love me,” she smiled.

       “I do.”

       The redhead sighed happily, planting a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I believe we have a laptop to purchase.”