idk if your still taking prompts but if you are could you do 49 for WayHaught??
I love prompts! And this was a tough one.
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“Well this is awkward.” The four words that Nicole absolutely did not want to hear from Wynonna Earp under any circumstances, let alone hearing them while standing in the Earp family kitchen in her underwear and a much too small t-shirt from Waverly’s closet.
She whips around, splatting pancake mix off the end of her spatula. “Wynonna… hi.” she tries to think of an excuse, but really what chance does she have? “I um, I was just—”
“Nicole?” Wynonna interrupts.
“Hmm?” Nicole’s hum is an octave higher than normal but there’s really nothing much she can do as she tries to remember if she shaved her very bare legs, if she brushed her hair, if she bothered to wash off her mascara last night. Everything about her here and now bear the hallmarks of a very well established relationship… that Waverly has been keeping secret from her sister for way too long.
“Are you about to try and think up an excuse for why you would be half naked, braless and making breakfast in my kitchen?”
Nicole glances down at her chest. Tight white shirt. Of course. “Um, no?” she tries. She’s always been a terrible liar.
Wynonna just shakes her head. “I like you Haught.”
Nicole lets out a long breath of relief, but Wynonna isn’t finished.
“If you hurt my little sister, I will beat the shit out of you.”
Before Nicole can respond, they both turn to the sound of feet on the stairs. Waverly’s voice floats down. “Babe, have you seen my underwear from last night? I just needed to put on some washing and— oh hell.”
Wynonna crosses her arms over her chest as Waverly comes into view. “You better believe there’s hell little sister. And you just found it.”
“Okay Snuff, I’m serious. Is this too much?” Nicole turns to face her cat, honestly looking for an opinion. Unfortunately, snuffles is not the most forthcoming, rolling over onto her back and meowing. “Oh no missy, I know that trick. No belly rubs.”
Nicole tugs at her own belt again. It’s a habit she hates but can’t seem to break. Something about the uniform, high pants and a chunky belt that makes her want to waltz around town like an old school law man. She knows she was doing exactly this during that excruciating crossed wires conversation with Waverly all those weeks ago.
God, weeks. How has she let everything hang between them for so long? Oh right, monsters mayhem and the town almost being swallowed into hell. Sure, they’d had a couple dates and a few kisses. Nothing quite as intense as that too short afternoon make-out session though.
Nicole loses track of straightening her tie, smile loose on her lips as she remembers Waverly blowing into the station like a dust devil, leaping into her arms and kissing her senseless. That speech, those earnest eyes and the sweetest lips Nicole has ever tasted were all too much to bear. If Nicole even managed any sense of charm or character, she can’t be sure.
It all ended too soon with the first local ringing the counter bell and no other officer around to take Mrs Akin’s report about a break-in to her granny flat(She wouldn’t be told that her cats probably just knocked over that vase, she insisted on a full report). Waverly had snuck out, looking guilty as sin straightening her scarf on her way out the door. She gave a tiny wave and a sweet smile at the door, leaving Nicole breathless all over again.
Now it’s Waverly’s birthday. She’d begged Nicole to come(as if she could say no).
“Of course Waves. I wouldn’t miss it.” They were waltzing along main street, ignoring the knowing looks of the few locals who’d figured them out. Not even noticing the idiot boys who couldn’t see past the noses on their faces to see just how smitten and involved both women were walking along together. Any wolf whistles sent their way summarily ignored, Waverly made Nicole promise.
“You swear?”
She was so cute, Nicole had held a hand over her own heart. “I solemnly swear, hell or highwater I will attend your birthday celebration, Waverly Earp.”
Waverly hopped a little on the spot, clapping her hands like the personified embodiment of sunshine she is. With Nicole grinning at her like a fool, is when Waverly chose to drop the addendum, of course. “Make sure your costume is good.”
Nicole had groaned, her knees dipping a little as she dragged her feet to properly outline her distress. “Wave. That’s really not my—”
“You promised.” Waverly was looking so smug.
Nicole is hopeless against that damn smile, but she still had to try. “You didn’t say anything about a costume.”
Waverly just kept looking at her with wide, sweet eyes and Nicole knew there was no backing out now. “Okay fine, what am I s’posed to wear them.”
“That’s the best part. You gotta surprise me.”
Now, ready to leave Nicole hopes this is the kind of surprise Waverly is happy with. Snuffles is still watching her impassively. “Maybe I should just wear the dress. That would count as a costume right? I haven’t warn it since aunt May’s funeral.”
Snuffles yawns, stretches, then heads to the kitchen to sniff at her empty food bowl. Nicole follows pulls the cat food from her pantry, cracks the tin and scrapes the guts out with a spoon.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Nicole sighs. “That doesn’t count. What about a pirate? I could probably whip up something outa my house clothes…” She remembers the last revenant Wynonna had only managed to dispose of after he’d kidnapped Waverly and held her at knife point for the better part of a day. “No, you’re right. No need to remind her about the attempted… well, you know.”
Snuffles doesn’t know and she happily starts chewing down her can of tuna.
Nicole sighs again, returns to her bedroom and opens up her cupboard to check her reflection in the full length mirror one more time. She tugs at her tie, knowing it’s not getting any tighter. Her vest seems to fall nice and straight down her chest and over her hips and the pants aren’t that disimilar to her uniform. Well, except for that one part of her costume. The one she’s most unsure of.
Waverly insists on taking Nicole on their first date. “Just cause you wear the pants more than I do, doesn’t mean you get to tell me where I’m goin’.”
Nicole just smiled, “Did I mention you’ve dated too many shitheads?” She got a light smack on the arm for that statement, but she stands by it, and she thinks Waverly knows she’s right. All things considered, Nicole is kinda glad she doesn’t have to find somewhere to go on their first date – wouldn’t know where to go. She can’t say she hadn’t been looking for a good place(she’s been fantasising about asking Waverly out for months after all), but she hasn’t heard about anything that wasn’t drinks at Shorty’s or a long drive into the city.
Turns out, Waverly’s got them covered.
“Wowee,” Nicole whistles long and low at the view of the salt lakes, the mountains out past the cracked white plane and the colour varied sky hanging above it all. They’re alone, sheltering under a rock overhang on a wind blasted hilltop.
“You like?” Waverly sounds almost shy.
It takes a moment for Nicole to tear her eyes away from the sky as it continues to change colours with the setting sun. Once she does, there’s little else she can do but stare at Waverly who is looking down at her own boots, hands firmly in her pockets. Nicole has to hold back the irritation of knowing that Waverly’s boyfriends have all definitely been shitheads, because Waverly is amazing and perfect and has clearly not been told that enough.
“I love it.” She keeps smiling until Waverly looks at her. “Everything’s perfect. Magical even.”
They huddle together watching the sunset and swapping a flask of whiskey tea between them until it’s too cold to feel their faces and they huddle together in Waverly’s beat up truck to watch the stars fill the sky.
“First kiss?” Waverly is three questions deep into twenty questions. She already knows about Nicole’s cat(Snuffles), and her favorite colour(blue). Nicole knows about Waverly’s first pet(Barry the snake) and her favorite colour(gold).
Nicole doesn’t have to think about her answer. “Mary-Ellen Pittman in second grade.”
“Naw, was she cute?”
“Cutest. Broke my little heart when she went walkin with Jason Einhold the very next day.”
“That bitch.”
“Nah, can’t hold it against her. What about you? Same question?”
Waverly grimaces making Nicole laugh. “Fourteen. Champ was keen on those old westerns where they just kind of smooshed their mouths together so the censors wouldn’t get all riled up.”
Nicole laughs. “Yeah, sounds familiar.” She grew up in a town not that different from Purgatory.
Waverly looks at her with the sweetest expression, leaning forward just a little. Nicole can see she wants to kiss her, but after that first wild afternoon, Waverly seems to have lost some of her nerve again. She remembers with heartbreaking clarity that she scares Waverly. Nicole can understand that. She understands how terrifying it can be figuring things out for the first time, but she won’t be shy with her affections either. If she’s honest, she’d have to admit she doesn’t know how to be shy about what she wants. She leans in and presses a gentle kiss to Waverly’s lips. It’s short, sweet and brings a blush to Waverly’s cheeks.
Waverly lets out a long gust of air that sends a thrill of pride down Nicole’s spine as she leans back, shaking her head and searching for another question. “Okay… Any siblings?”
Nicole nods, grimacing at the thought of her brothers. “Pete and Jessie. Both younger.
“You don’t get along?”
“They’re alright,” she says taking a longer draft of Waverly’s spiked tea. “It’s just they still don’t wanna admit that I’m…” She gestures between them to explain.
It takes a moment for Waverly to connect the dots, but when she does she sets her palm on Nicole’s knee. “A unicorn?” She says it so seriously that Nicole nods for a few seconds before registering what she said and laughing.
“Teasing me again?”
“Only a little. And last time doesn’t count.” Waverly is still close, smiling shyly as her hand moves warm and firm up to Nicole’s thigh.
In sixteen questions Nicole kisses Waverly twice more. The third kiss, Waverly starts then escalates, pulling Nicole bodily toward her and taking full advantage of the bench seat of her truck until they’re lying together just like that first time. The windows fog up quickly and they shuffle and squeeze around to strip off coats and scarves. Waverly’s hair is flat in some place and tangled in others from her lost beanie, and Nicole thinks she’s beautiful.
She tells her so and Waverly blushes with a delighted smile.
