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“Buuull. Shit.”

Nicole lifted her eyes from the cards in her hands. “Excuse me?”

Waverly’s eyes narrowed on her. “You heard me Haught. Bullshit.”

“You callin’ me a liar, Waverly Earp?” Nicole leaned on the table to her left, towards her girlfriend’s face.

“I don’t know. Does the hat fit, Officer Haught?” Waverly leaned closer, dropping her voice to a husky tone.

“UUGH." Wynonna slapped her hand of cards on the table, disgusted look on her face. “Every time guys! EVERY time! Can we play one game without it turning into eye sex?!”

Xavier Dolls sat beside her, rolling his eyes, because really, she wasn’t any better. He looked at his watch. “It’s after midnight, we have work tomorrow, we should go anyways.”

“After midnight? What, do we have a curfew now?” Wynonna gave Dolls a perplexed glare.

“No.” Dolls was a man of few words. But the way he looked at Wynonna told her everything she needed to know.

Her open palms slapped the table as she stood. “Alright guys, have a good night!”

 

As soon as Nicole shut and locked the door, Waverly grabbed her hand and pulled her back to the table.

“Hey, whoa, what’s up?”

Waverly stopped and turned, right into Nicole’s arms. “We’re playing a game. Just the 2 of us. ‘Kay?”

 

“Aaand another one for me! That’s your bra.” Waverly gave Nicole a devious smirk. Four hands in and Nicole had lost every one. Waverly complained that taking off her socks shouldn’t count as one, but she did it anyway.

Nicole reached around to unhook the clasps when Waverly, stopped her, stood and pulled her shirt off, set herself on Nicole’s lap, straddling her.

“Isn’t this cheating?” Nicole moved her arms to wrap them around Waverly's torso.

“Maybe.” She ran her fingers the short auburn hair. She barely whispered a single sentiment, “my best friend...” It was never lost on Waverly how incredibly lucky she was, that she got to spend every single day, every minute, living life with the person who had always been her best friend, always would be.

“You’re mine.” Nicole just gazed into the hazel eyes, always changing color in different light. She pressed her lips gently to Waverly’s.

Waverly always felt a subconscious need to move at breakneck speed. So much of her time had been spent, wasted, without Nicole by her side. So she often stripped in a matter of seconds, before Nicole was even out of her shoes. Nicole brought her back down to earth, in a way. Yeah, they’d missed a lot of time. But she had to remind Waverly that just meant they had to slow down and appreciate the ones they had.

But there in the kitchen that night, for some reason, Waverly was acutely aware of the fact that sometimes, they just needed to slow down. She leaned her forehead to Nicole’s, and just breathed in that scent, the one she’d never really figure out what it all was. Some vanilla, shampoo, but something in the scent was just Nicole, it didn’t have a name other than Nicole. And Waverly inhaled that scent deeply.

Nicole rubbed her hands along the arms that wrapped around her neck. Those arms had wrapped around her thousands of times, since they were kids. She’d taken them for granted, for so long. Now, every time she felt them, she thanked whoever was listening for those arms, for the face leaning against her’s, the breath she felt against her own.

They whispered tender words against each other’s lips.

“I love you so damn much, Waverly Earp.”

“I love you, Nicole Haught. I love you.”

The women had forgotten about the music playing in the background - until a song came on. Cheesiest, sappiest song either of them had heard. But they were the cheesiest, sappiest people they knew. So it fit.

Nicole whispered words into Waverly’s ears as they moved, so softly, taking every moment in like it was a piece of history.

What's going on in that beautiful mind
I'm on your magical mystery ride

Clasps came undone, Nicole pulled Waverly’s bra forward, adoring every single inch of the woman in front of her.

Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections

She pressed long, tender kisses across Waverly’s neck, collarbone, breasts.

Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you

Waverly leaned forward, pressing her lips to Nicole’s neck as she let her bra loose, threw it to the side.

How many times do I have to tell you
Even when you're crying you're beautiful too

Tears lit both brown and hazel eyes as they leaned back to look into them.

Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts
Risking it all, though it's hard

Thumbs wiped the tears away. Lips met in fervor, need, like they’d never met before, like they’d never meet again.

Finally, Nicole stood, lifting Waverly with her, letting the song finish as she carried her to their bedroom.


You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you
I give you all of me
And you give me all of you

/

Nicole’s cruiser crunched over the gravel driveway, parked.
She stepped out and leaned against the car, watching Waverly paint that damn mailbox, for maybe the tenth time that month.

“You know, you could leave it one design for at least a week.”

Waverly spun around, paint brushes in both hands, paint on her arms and face. Waverly Earp was the messiest painter Nicole knew. She loved it.

Her eyes found the officer, that scrunched up look of focus still on her face that drove Nicole wild.

“I know. Do you know how long I’ve had to think about this, though? Years! I had so many ideas! And I’m gonna do ‘em all,” Waverly replied in a very matter-of-fact voice.

Nicole strode towards the paint-covered brunette, hair up in a messy bun, little overalls that only Waverly could look good in. She took the brushes from her hands, set them down, pulled Waverly close. She pressed a kiss to her forehead, not even caring about the paint.

“Don’t ever stop painting this mailbox, baby.” Her dimpled grin took over, bigger and brighter than any other time it did when they were kids.

Waverly’s smile took over her whole damn face, the biggest one Nicole had ever seen. She held up a pinky for Nicole. “Promise.”