26. Penthouse Party

“Waves, I’m not sure this is appropriate,” Nicole shouted into the brunette’s ear over the thumping beat of the music as she watched her girlfriend grind her backside against the front of her body. Nicole looked around the room, eyeing cautiously to see if anyone was watching.

It wasn’t that Nicole was embarrassed to be seen with Waverly, or that she didn’t want Waverly dancing on her like that, because she did – her flushed cheeks were a dead giveaway. It was more so that she felt like she would somehow be less of a role model if she were to dance so provocatively.

Waverly whipped around and threaded her hands through the back of Nicole’s hair as she pulled the woman’s hips against her own. “What’s wrong baby, you don’t like my dancing?” She smirked as she swayed her hips to the beat, her arms now resting on Nicole’s shoulders with her elbows locked as her hands connected behind the redhead’s neck.

“No, I absolutely love your dancing. I’m just not so sure it’s a good idea for us to be dancing together like that.” She gulped, trying her best not to verbally react to Waverly sliding her hands down to the woman’s denim-clad ass.

“Why not? Everyone else is dancing like this.”

“Yeah, but none of these people are police officers.” She waved her hand around for emphasis.

“And neither are you. At least not tonight.” Waverly stated as she turned back around and continued to grind some more against Nicole as she danced with her hands held up in front of her face, lightly swaying with her hips.

Nicole looked up and down her girlfriend’s toned figure, a rush of heat shooting between her legs at the sight. She watched the girl’s leg muscles flexing as they worked with the music. She loved the way that flowy floral skirt looked on Waverly, but she had to admit that she wished the girl was wearing something that hugged her ass a little bit more. She also wished that the brunette was wearing something that exposed her abs like she usually did, but she wasn’t really complaining. How could she when Waverly looked gorgeous in just about everything? The woman could be wearing used trash bags and Nicole would still feel that flutter in her chest that she felt every time she laid eyes on Waverly Earp.

Nicole shook her head as a breathy laugh escaped her lips. “Fuck it.” She downed the rest of the beer that was in her hand before setting the empty bottle down on a nearby table. She silently vowed to help Dolls clean up the inevitable mess later, but right now she had a beautiful woman to attend to.

The redhead grabbed Waverly’s hand, successfully twirling her before pulling her against her body and guiding the brunette’s hands around her shoulders. She then brought her own hands down to Waverly’s hips and stared into the brunette’s eyes as they stepped to the rhythm of the generic music in sync with one another.

“God you’re so sexy,” Waverly breathed out in awe of the redhead’s movements.

Nicole wouldn’t call herself a dancer – not like she would call Waverly one – but she knew how to hold a steady rhythm and how to dance with a partner.

“And you’re enticing,” Nicole replied smoothly, running her hands down to Waverly’s thighs before sliding them back up the sides of her body. Her breath hitched at the sight of Waverly biting her bottom lip as she stared at Nicole with hungry eyes, as if she were something to be devoured.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” Waverly said barely above a whisper as she shook her head.

If Nicole hadn’t been staring directly at Waverly’s face, she never would’ve known that the girl had even said anything.

“I know exactly what I do to you.” She grabbed onto Waverly’s lower back and pulled her in close as she planted a firm kiss on her lips, eliciting a moan from the smaller girl.

The kiss only lasted a couple of seconds, but it was enough to leave Waverly’s head spinning.

“I can’t believe you just did that!” Waverly stated in shock.

“Aren’t you the one who told me to let loose?” Nicole replied with a playful smirk. She knew that she was teasing her girlfriend and that it was torturing the poor girl, but that was exactly what she had wanted. This had now become a game to Nicole; a game that she loved to play.

Waverly shook her head in disbelief. “Yeah, but I didn’t think that you would actually do it.”

Maybe it was the one bottle of beer she had, or maybe it was the atmosphere of the party, or maybe it was the adrenaline rush of letting go of the reputable demeanor she always displayed whenever she was out in public...Nicole had no idea what it was that gave her the motivation to become so daring, but either way, neither she nor Waverly had anticipated what she was about to do next.

With her left hand on Waverly’s waist and her right hand holding on to in the brunette’s left hand, Nicole smoothly dipped Waverly towards the floor and gave her a passionate kiss that left the petite girl weak in the knees. Waverly gasped at the immediate contact before almost instantly giving into the kiss. After a few seconds, Nicole’s arm began to quiver from holding most of Waverly’s body weight as she hovered over the floor, so she pulled out of the kiss before quickly pulling the girl upright.

As soon as Waverly was standing up again, she grabbed Nicole by the sides of her face and pulled her into a searing kiss, immediately darting her tongue in and out of the redhead’s mouth in a way that showed hunger and desire.

Nicole was completely taken aback by the kiss, but quickly gave into the sweet taste of her Waverly. She wrapped her hands around the brunette’s face and glided her lips along the other girl’s. Suddenly, everything around her began to drift away. The music faded away and the sounds of Waverly’s racing heartbeat grew louder, filling Nicole’s ears like a calming ostinato. It was like she and Waverly were the only two people in the room, sharing a private and intimate moment with one another. She pulled the tank top out of Waverly’s skirt and slid her hands underneath the fabric to feel the warm skin of her abdomen. A loud moan from the brunette brought Nicole back to reality, and suddenly she remembered where they were. The sounds of the people around them faded back in and Nicole reluctantly pulled away from Waverly, returning them to a more appropriate stance.

“I want you,” Waverly panted as soon as she felt the loss of contact.

The redhead looked into the girl’s completely blown pupils and knew that they were both goners.

“Please, Nicole. I need you so badly. I can’t…I don’t think I can…” Waverly struggled to find the right words to explain that she felt like she might actually die if she didn’t tend to the strong ache between her legs. She huffed in frustration, finally giving up. “Just, take me somewhere.”

Nicole nodded and grabbed Waverly’s hand, swiftly leading her through the crowd and up the stairs, which was off limits to the rest of the party guests since the only thing up there was Dolls’s bedroom, master bathroom, and the guest room. On their way up the stairs Nicole debated between just going straight for the guest bed or settling for the bathroom, but decided that the bathroom would be less rude.

With Waverly’s hand still grasped tightly in hers, Nicole knocked on the bathroom door just in case somebody was in there before dragging Waverly inside and kicking it shut behind them.

Before the door had even finished closing, Waverly pushed Nicole against it and roughly connected their lips together as she tugged the redhead’s navy-blue windbreaker off of one shoulder, signaling for her to take it completely off. Nicole immediately took the hint and without disconnecting their lips, hastily pulled the jacket off of her torso. As soon as the garment had left her body, she pushed Waverly back towards the sink and hoisted her up onto the counter, with the brunette wrapping her legs around the taller woman in the process. Nicole reached between their bodies underneath Waverly’s skirt and in between her legs, and pushed her panties to the side, running her slender fingers through the pool of arousal that resided there.

Waverly’s mouth opened in an ‘O’ shape against Nicole’s lips as she sharply inhaled. Her eyebrows pulled together and she clawed at the redhead’s upper back through the white t-shirt she was wearing as she felt the skilled digits slide along her center, hitting her in all the right places.

They hadn’t gotten very far before the door swung open, causing the two to momentarily panic. Nicole quickly withdrew her fingers and spun around on her heels to stand beside Waverly, who immediately closed her legs together and smoothed out her skirt over her thighs.

“Wynonna!” Waverly squeaked.

“Do you two ever stop fucking?! Christ, you’re like rabbits just constantly going at it!” The older Earp berated as she folded her arms, not even bothering to close her eyes and look away this time since the women had already appeared to be decent by the time her mind was able to comprehend what they were doing in the first place.

“What are you doing here?” Waverly asked as the last remnants of shock slowly left her face.

“In the bathroom or at the party?” Wynonna asked amusedly.

“At the party,” Waverly swung her legs and used the momentum to hop off the counter, folding her arms as she leaned against it. “I thought you weren’t coming tonight?”

Nicole wrapped her arm protectively around Waverly’s shoulders and glared at Wynonna, only slightly annoyed by her interrupting them…again. It was like the woman had Spidey senses, but instead of sensing that something was wrong she sensed that Waverly was getting laid. Although, she couldn’t be too mad since they technically weren’t supposed to be there in the first place.

“Yeah well, I was originally planning on staying at home by myself to binge watch Teen Mom, but then I thought to myself, ‘What the hell am I doing? I’m Wynonna fucking Earp! I crash house parties, not pity parties.’” She placed her hands on her hips triumphantly, as if she had just solved an incredibly difficult math problem.

“Technically it’s not crashing if you were invited,” Nicole pointed out as she lowered her eyes at the older Earp.

“Whatever. Either way, I drove my ass out here to have some fun.”

“Okay, so now tell us what you’re doing in the bathroom?”

“To pee, obviously.” Wynonna gestured towards the toilet. “You do know bathrooms are for more than just boning, right?” She smirked at the pair.

“There’s a bathroom downstairs. This bathroom is off limits.” Nicole stated with a little more authority than she had originally intended, but the tone of voice had just become second nature to her.

“Okay, well Dolls told me I could use this bathroom since the one downstairs was occupied and I unfortunately have to take a whiz like 24/7 now thanks to this little bun occupying my oven.” She gently patted the small bump of her belly. “Besides, I’m pretty sure Whisky Neat didn’t give you two permission to break in his bathroom sink.” She gave them a knowing look.

“Okay, yeah, he doesn’t know we’re up here. But you could’ve at least knocked first.” Waverly scolded.

“Well sorry, I didn’t expect you and officer Haught-to-trot here to be getting it on in Dolls’s off-limits bathroom.” She held her hands up in mock defense. “You should have locked the door if you didn’t want anyone to come in.”

“It’s a bathroom! Common curtesy is to knock before entering.” Waverly retorted.

“Exactly. It’s a bathroom, and any normal person would lock the door.”

“Well we were kind of busy. Locking the door wasn’t exactly at the top of my to-do list in the moment.”

Wynonna massaged her temples at Waverly’s poor (or clever) choice of words. “Okay, whatever. Look, can I just pee please? That’s all I want here, and then you guys can continue to do each other.”

Waverly rolled her eyes as she dragged Nicole out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind her as Wynonna was already pulling her pants down to sit on the toilet.

“We can find somewhere else to go baby,” Nicole said as she rubbed Waverly’s lower back in an attempt to make her girlfriend feel better.

“No, it’s okay. I’m not really in the mood anymore,” she sighed. “Come on, let’s go see if any of our friends are here.” She gave a weak smile before pulling the redhead down the stairs.

As soon as they reached the bottom step, they noticed Dolls walking towards them. He was wearing a gray polo and a pair of loose fitting black jeans.

“Hey guys, I was just going to check on Wynonna to make sure she found the bathroom okay.”

Nicole raised an eyebrow. “She’s fine.”

He nodded his head as he looked down at his boots, dodging the knowing look the redhead was giving him.

“So, is Eliza here yet?” Nicole asked, subtly trying to get his mind off of Wynonna and back on to the woman he was currently seeing.

“Ohhh who’s Eliza?” Waverly asked a little bit too excitedly. She couldn’t help it; she loved romance.

“His new lady friend.” Nicole smirked.

“Actually, she’s just a regular friend. And she’s not coming tonight.”

Nicole’s playful smirk quickly shifted into more of a concerning frown when she saw the look of rejection on her friend’s face. “What? Why not?”

“She said it probably wasn’t a good idea to meet my friends since we’re not a serious thing.” A look of hurt flashed across his face for the briefest moment before brushing it off. He quickly continued before either of the women could comment on it or give him any pity. “But whatever. I’m going to enjoy my night with the people who are here.”

Nicole nodded and gave him a supportive smile as Waverly did the same.

“Say Haught, you interested in a round of beer pong?” He asked as he nudged her arm with his elbow.

Nicole snorted. “You know that nobody has ever beaten me at that game, right?”

“You mean not yet,” he smirked in a way that conveyed the challenge behind his words.

“Oh, you’re on.”

The three of them headed towards the recently abandoned long folding table. Dolls collected the used cups before pausing to look at Nicole. “Hey, wait a minute…”

Nicole looked up at him, giving her full attention.

“Why were you guys upstairs?” He quirked an eyebrow.

Nicole’s eyes nearly popped out of her head and Waverly bit down on her bottom lip in an attempt to hide the grin that was trying to force its way onto her face.

“Oh, uh…” Nicole rubbed the back of her neck nervously as she let out a breathy chuckle, darting her eyes over to Waverly for a brief moment before looking around the room. “Hey, why don’t I go get us some new cups!”

Before Dolls could even protest, the redhead had slipped away from the conversation and into the kitchen.

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Waverly watched Nicole and Dolls begin their fourth round of beer pong as she leaned against a nearby table, eyes glued to Nicole. Even though she was nearly drunk off her ass at this point, she still managed to be elegant as she threw the ping pong balls into the plastic red cups. Waverly licked her lips as she watched the muscles of the redhead’s strong, pale arms bulge and disappear with each movement when she unexpectedly felt a thin arm loop itself around her own. Slightly startled, she quickly turned to see who it was.

“Come with me to the kitchen to get a drink?” Chrissy Nedley asked in Waverly’s ear before pulling back and smiling at the girl.

Waverly’s smile touched her eyes as she nodded and stood up to walk with Chrissy into the kitchen, arms still looped together.

Seeing Waverly walk away with someone out of the corner of her eye, Nicole quickly looked up to see who the person was, ready to take them on if need be. When she saw that it was Chrissy, she relaxed her flexed muscles and attended back to the game, relieved that Waverly was with someone safe. Even drunk Nicole still made Waverly’s safety a priority.

Waverly Earp and Chrissy Nedley were best friends in high school. Well, she, Chrissy Nedley, and Stephanie Jones were best friends in high school, but Steph ended up being more of a jerk than a friend. Thankfully the blonde left Purgatory as soon as they graduated high school, not caring one bit about leaving Waverly and Chrissy behind. She didn’t even bother to say goodbye to them, not that Waverly really cared. Chrissy, however, was always a good friend to Waverly. She had held her close whenever the youngest Earp would break down about her family issues, always took her side during the inevitable arguments with Champ, and made sure the girl knew how thankful she was to have Waverly in her life. And even though they hadn’t spent much time together in the past three years since graduation with life understandably getting in the way, they never struggled to pick up right where they left off whenever they did get the chance to catch up.

As soon as they reached the kitchen, which was only occupied by people occasionally going in and out to grab drinks, Chrissy slid her arm out of Waverly’s grasp and reached into the fridge to pull out a carton of orange juice and a bottle of vodka from the counter before proceeding to make herself a screwdriver.

“Want one?” She looked up at Waverly, who was leaning over the island across from her as she poured the vodka into a plastic cup.

Waverly shook her head. “I’m designated driver tonight.”

Chrissy nodded and looked back down at the drink she was making, smiling at the fact that Waverly had probably planned to be the one to drive home a hammered Nicole - and she could tell even from a distance that Nicole was undoubtedly smashed. She assumed it was usually the other way around with the redhead being a police officer, and that tonight Waverly had encouraged the woman to have a bit more fun than she was probably used to.

When she was finished, she put the orange juice back in the fridge and mirrored the shorter girl’s stance as she leaned over the countertop before picking up her drink.

“So, I would ask you what’s new like I usually do when we get a chance to talk once every few months or so, but I think I already know what’s new with you.” She gave Waverly a knowing look as she brought the cup up to her red lipstick-stained lips.

Waverly looked away from her friend as her cheeks tinged a light shade of pink. She tried her best to bite back her smile, but it was no use. Any time anyone mentioned her and Nicole or even alluded to the situation, all of the memories she had with the redhead flooded her mind and filled her up with a special kind of warmth.

“Oh my god, look at you! You’re completely smitten!” Chrissy exclaimed as she grabbed one of Waverly’s forearms with both of her hands and shook it lightly.

Waverly brought her other hand up to her cheek and bashfully leaned into it. “She’s pretty special.”

“I can see that.” The slightly taller woman grinned at Waverly. “She really is quite a catch. You’re one lucky girl.”

“Why Chrissy Nedley, do you have a crush on my girlfriend?” Waverly teased. When she saw Chrissy stand up and lean against her palms, which were now gripping the edge of the counter as she shook her head while suspiciously looking down at the countertop, Waverly quirked an eyebrow.

Chrissy looked up at Waverly’s face, which was beginning to show subtle jealousy, and rolled her eyes. “Relax Wave, I’m not going to try to steal your girl. But she is attractive.”

“She is,” Waverly agreed hesitantly, slightly confused. “Okay, so wait...do you like women too?”

Chrissy chuckled. “I wouldn’t consider myself a part of the community. I only date men, but I am open to having a sexual experience with a woman, at least once in my life.” She shrugged. “I’m not trying to sound like one of those girls who use gay women as science experiments or anything, but I do find some women to be attractive and wonder what it would be like. Plus, I hear that sex with another woman can be way better than with a man, which makes the whole thing seem very alluring.”

Before she could even stop herself, Waverly was nodding with a grin on her face. As soon as she realized what she was admitting to, she stilled her movements, silently cursing herself, because she knew Chrissy well enough to know that the girl wouldn’t let that go.

“Ohhh,” Chrissy drew out as she slowly leaned back down over the island, smirking at Waverly. “So Officer Haught must be pretty great in bed then.”

Waverly pursed her lips and shook her head at her friend – not in disagreement, but in warning.

“Oh, come on! You used to talk to me about your sex life with Champ all the time, to the point where I can probably accurately describe what he looks like naked to a sketch artist.” She rolled her eyes at the sheer amount Waverly was willing to share with her about her former boyfriend.

Waverly was aware of just how much she shared about Champ, but honestly she never gave two shits. She didn’t care if her friends knew pretty much everything about him that she did; she didn’t care if they knew what he looked like naked; she didn’t care if they knew about the (debatably) Texas-shaped birthmark on his upper thigh; she didn’t care if they knew that he only lasted more than five minutes one time; she didn’t care if they knew that she constantly bought him lip balm because he had a tendency to sport chapped lips; and truthfully, part of her really didn’t care that other women got a taste of him. She didn’t care about any of it, because she wasn’t in love with Champ. But Nicole was different; Nicole was the best part of her life, and she wanted it all to herself. She wanted everything about Nicole to be just for her and no one else, because she was in love with Nicole.

Waverly shook the thoughts out of her head and quickly replied. “And you used to do the same to me with Robin!”

“Can you believe he turned out to be gay? Quarterback of the football team...” She trailed off.

“Yeah, well, so did I, and I was head cheerleader.” Waverly stated without hesitation as she shrugged.

Chrissy’s eyebrows shot up at how easily the words had slipped out of Waverly’s mouth. The Waverly she knew would never admit that so easily in fear of disapproval of the people around her, including Chrissy - despite the fact that Waverly knew Chrissy would accept her and love her no matter what. The Waverly Earp she knew spent her whole life changing herself for the people around her, putting on a façade in order to please everybody that came into contact with her and even everybody who didn’t. She was stunned that the girl had let go of the years of practice she had put into saying exactly what everybody wanted to hear in such a short amount of time.

“Wow, Nicole really has changed you.” She looked at this new Waverly with shock still residing in her eyes, and realized based on the look on Waverly’s face that the girl wasn’t sure if she meant that as a good thing or a bad thing. “I mean that in the best way possible,” She elaborated as she reassuringly grabbed Waverly’s arm, feeling her friend relax under her touch.

“You really mean that?” Her voice slightly quivered with emotion.

“Of course I do, Waverly. It’s obvious that what you and Nicole have is a good thing.” She pulled her hand back and wrapped it around her cup, taking another sip of her drink.

“You don’t think it’s weird? Some people think it’s weird...” Waverly trailed off as she thought back to all of the instances of homophobia she had dealt with since being with Nicole. She couldn’t care less what Champ or her former classmates thought of her, but the thing that really stung was when strangers whom she had never even met hated her because of who she loved. They would decide how they felt about her before even giving her the chance to win them over with her famous smile and wave. And that was something that was incredibly difficult for someone who was such a people pleaser. Not that she had any regrets though, because she wouldn’t trade Nicole for anything. The rude comments and dirty looks were a small price to pay to be with – in her opinion – the most incredible woman in Purgatory, and quite possibly in the whole world.

Chrissy shook her head. “It’s not weird, it’s normal. I know this is so cliché, but love is love no matter who it’s with. If Nicole is the one who makes you go weak in the knees, then it’s right. Don’t pay any attention to the assholes who say otherwise, because they’re the ones with the problem, not you.”

Waverly thought back to the man at the arcade who had gotten so upset at them for holding hands and kissing. She never understood why people found it so weird. Why was a woman kissing another woman or a man kissing another man any different than a woman kissing a man? Kissing is kissing, and holding hands is holding hands. Why was her falling for someone who made her feel so special and loved a bad thing to some people? And what did her relationship even have to do with them?

Chrissy could see Waverly deep in thought, and knew exactly what she was thinking about. “Seriously Waves, what you have with Nicole is so beautiful and inspiring. And I can’t force the close-minded people to understand that because they have to figure that out on their own, but I’ll do my best to stick up for you and for Nicole whenever I can. You both have my full support.”

Waverly smiled at her friend through watery eyes. “Thank you. That means so much to me, Chrissy. You have no idea how relieving it feels to hear you say that. I can’t believe how quickly it took you to wrap your mind around it.”

The taller woman let out a breathy laugh. “Well I mean, it’s not like it’s completely new information.”

Waverly raised an eyebrow in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Chrissy played with the rim of her cup for a few moments as she put some thought and consideration into choosing her words carefully. “Do you remember that time you, me, and Steph had that sleepover at my house and we watched Black Swan for the first time?”

Waverly swallowed hard as she felt her throat begin to go dry. She knew exactly where this was going. She remembered that movie very well, and she remembered that scene very well. She was fifteen years old, and it was the first time she had seen two women even kissing…and they were doing way more than just kissing. She nearly had a heart attack when she saw it. She remembered a rush of heat shoot straight between her legs as she watched Mila Kunis going down on Natalie Portman, and at the time she thought that it was just her teenage hormones causing her to get turned on by anything and everything, but now she knew exactly why she liked that scene so much. Out of everything that had happened that night during the sleepover – Stephanie raving about how she had lost her virginity to Todd Moore, them getting kicked out of the grocery store because Chrissy punched a random guy in the face for grabbing her ass, Sheriff Nedley scolding them when he found out that they (mainly Stephanie) had raided his liquor cabinet – despite it all, that scene was the first thing that always popped into her mind whenever anyone brought up that night.

“Mhm,” Waverly hummed in response to Chrissy’s question, trying her best to hide her flushed cheeks at the memory.

“Well, when we were watching that movie, at that one part…Stephanie of course complained about it saying that they only wrote that in there to get men to watch it and boost ratings, but when I looked over at you, your eyes were glued to the TV. Your face was so red, and you just seemed really into it. I think that was the first moment where I thought that you might not be totally straight. After that, I started noticing little things here and there. I don’t even think you meant to be obvious about it, but sometimes you would just give off these little hints that you might be attracted to women.

Waverly shook her head in disbelief. “How did you know something about me that I didn’t even know?”

“Because I always saw you for who you were, and you always saw yourself as the person everyone wanted you to be.” She smiled as she gave a slight shrug. “But it’s not like I knew for sure. I had just wondered if there was something there. I kept the possibility open and prepared myself for it if you ever came out to me. I actually practiced my reaction in the mirror.” She chuckled as she shook her head. “But I never thought it would take you this long to figure it out.”

“Wow, I knew you were a good friend, but I never realized how much you really cared about me. If Stephanie had been paying attention to me like you had, she would’ve undoubtedly forced me to admit that I was enjoying the scene and then she would’ve told everyone at school that I was a lesbian.”

Chrissy clenched her jaw and shook her head at the truthfulness behind that scenario. “Yeah, well Stephanie Jones was a Grade A bitch.”

“Why did we ever become friends with her?” Waverly questioned both Chrissy and herself.

“I think we were too polite to say ‘no’ when she asked to sit with us during lunch her first day of grade 8, even after making fun of my outfit and your pigtail braids.” She and Waverly both laughed, even though it was completely true.

“’Ey!” Nicole shouted as she stumbled into the kitchen and immediately rested her arm on Waverly’s shoulder. “Guess who has two thumbs ‘n jus’ won at friggin’ beer pong qua-druple times?” She exaggeratedly pointed her thumbs at herself. “This guy! Oh yeah, I’m the beer pong champ-i-non.” She dragged out each syllable as she struggled with that last word.

Waverly giggled at Nicole’s slurred speech and Chrissy held her hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter.

“Wha’s so fun-ny?” The redhead looked back and forth between Waverly and Chrissy, making herself slightly dizzy and grabbing the edge of the island to steady herself.

“Nothing sweetheart. You’re just really cute.” Waverly pinched one of the redhead’s cheeks, causing the drunk woman to grin.

“If I’m cute then you’re the cutes’ Waverly Earp in town.”

Waverly quirked an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure I’m the only Waverly Earp in town.”

“I hope so, ‘cause I can barelely handle jus’ one of you.” She snorted.

Waverly knitted her eyebrows together, unsure of what her girlfriend was talking about. Was she a bad girlfriend? Was she too needy? Nicole had never said anything before, but then again alcohol can make people say things they normally wouldn’t. She experienced this first-hand at one of Champ’s parties in grade 12 when he continuously begged her to have sex with him again the night after losing her virginity to him and shouted that he didn’t make her come their first time in front of all of his friends, and hers. She later told him that it wasn’t true and that it was just the alcohol talking, even though it was absolutely true – which her friends knew, because once again, she didn’t care what they knew about Champ. But she had managed to successfully mend his fragile little ego, seeing as how he proceeded to brag to all of his friends about what a sex god he was.

Nicole quickly turned to Chrissy and smirked while simultaneously showing a hint of disbelief on her face. She pointed to Waverly with one of her thumbs while continuing to hold herself up with the other hand on the countertop. “Can you buh-lieve that this girl once had e-lev-nen orgasms in one night? I mean…” she blew out a puff of air and with raised eyebrows shook her head slowly but exaggeratedly. “Talk ‘bout stamina. I actually los’ the feeling in my hand after a while!”

“Oh my god,” Chrissy said partially in disbelief and partially in amusement. She couldn’t help the loud laugh that escaped from the back of her throat. “Seriously Waverly? Eleven?!” She asked incredulously.

All of the color had drained from Waverly’s face and went straight to her ears, which were now crimson. “Okay, that’s enough talk for one night.” She said nervously as she gently pushed Nicole out of the kitchen, avoiding the look Chrissy was giving her. “Come on honey, let’s go dance.”

The redhead’s eyes widened and a wide grin slowly formed on her face. “I love to dance!”

“Uh huh, I’m sure tomorrow you won’t be saying that,” Waverly said more to herself than to Nicole as she pulled the woman into the crowd of people until they found a spot where there was more space around them.

She couldn’t help but laugh at the inebriated woman flailing her arms and neck around. Normally she was on beat, but right now her movements were very sporadic and definitely not on beat.

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After about thirty minutes, Waverly began to feel the space they originally had getting a lot tighter. She looked around the room and noticed that there were significantly more people here than there had been when they first arrived; some of whom looked to be underage.

“I’ll be right back.” Waverly stated as she began to walk away.

“‘Kay.” Nicole replied, still happily moving to the music.

The brunette looked back at her girlfriend, and realized that she probably shouldn’t leave her alone right now, even if it was for just a few seconds.

“On second thought, come with me.” She grabbed Nicole’s hand and led them through the tight crowd of people, finally ending up at the entrance of the penthouse.

She opened the door and stepped outside before looking around for Lonnie, and coming up short. Although, she did see a lot of couples making out against the wall. She rolled her eyes and figured he must have given into the temptation of the party.

“Figures.” She mumbled under her breath before dragging Nicole back into the party to search for Dolls. She pulled the redhead to the beer pong table, then to the living room where everyone was dancing, then out on the balcony where there were fancy patio chairs and a giant Jacuzzi, none of which contained the host she was looking for.

“Baaabe, what are we doing?” Nicole whined, holding her freehand up to her forehead as she slowly began to cross over into hangover territory. Her words were still slurring a bit, but not nearly as much as they had been before.

“Looking for Dolls. This party has gotten out of control.”

“He’s probably upstairs somewhere.” She shrugged as she plopped down into one of the patio chairs.

Waverly nodded and pulled Nicole right back up – earning a childlike groan from the redhead – and led them through the crowd once again, finally making their way up the stairs after a great deal of struggle. The brunette knocked on his bedroom door, but there was no answer.

“Well, guess he’s not in there.” Nicole shrugged as she began to walk away.

“Wait. What if he’s passed out or something? I mean, he did look pretty drunk after all that beer pong. Shouldn’t we check just to make sure he’s okay if he is in there?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Nicole knocked on the door a bit louder than Waverly had, wincing at the loud sound that caused a sharp pain in her head. “Dolls? It’s Haught–“

“And Waverly!” The brunette added before looking up at Nicole, who was smiling down at her the way she did when Waverly did something she thought was cute.

“Are you in there?” She waited a few seconds before knocking again, much louder this time for good measure, before nodding to Waverly as a way of silently telling her to open the door.

As soon as Waverly opened it, she took one step inside and immediately noticed Dolls fast asleep on his back with his entire body completely exposed – except for his left leg which was covered by the sheet – and Wynonna tangled up in the rest of the sheets, laying on her stomach on the other side of the bed and snoring like a chainsaw. Waverly squeaked before quickly but quietly shutting the door. She looked at Nicole with wide eyes, who was rubbing her own eyes with her palms.

“Okay, that was way more than I ever wanted to see of my work partner…or any man.” The redhead groaned.

“Wynonna and Dolls slept together?!” Waverly asked in disbelief. “What about Doc?!”

“They broke up.” Nicole stated, a hint of disgust still on her face from before, and also from the major headache she was getting.

“Yeah, but only like two seconds ago! I can’t believe she’s moved on this quickly!”

“Waves, it’s Wynonna…” Nicole looked at her knowingly.

“I know, but still. I guess I just wasn’t expecting to see my pregnant older sister in bed with your work partner; someone she’s barely ever talked to before.”

“And I’m sure we’ll get all the details from them later, but right now we need to figure out what to do about this party, because it’s starting to get way out of hand.” Nicole slightly jumped at the sound of glass smashing against the tile floor downstairs. “And quickly.”

“Well you’re a police officer. Why don’t you do something about it?”

Nicole paused for a moment before raising her eyebrows. “Oh yeah!” She wasn’t as drunk as before, but she was still drunk enough to have completely forgotten about her useful level of authority. She blamed Waverly for actually making her forget that she was a cop like the girl had wanted.

Waverly watched Nicole gracelessly trot down the stairs and disappear into the crowd before reappearing on top of the living room coffee table. She yanked the ends of two orange power cords apart, effectively cutting off the music.

“Alright, party’s over! Everyone, please leave in a calm and orderly fashion.”

The people from Purgatory who knew who she was quickly filed out of the apartment, but the random people from the city who decided to follow the noise and crash the party – which was about half of the attendees – just rolled their eyes and refused to move.

“Right.” Nicole clenched her jaw as she pulled out her badge and brandished it around. “Hi, yeah, Officer Haught speaking. If this apartment is not emptied in the next thirty seconds, I will call for backup.”

At that, the rest of the people began swiftly flooding towards the exit. Nicole hopped off the table and groaned at how dizzy she felt as she braced herself against a nearby wall.

“God, you’re so hot when you command an entire room of drunk people,” Waverly stated half-jokingly as she hugged the redhead’s waist with one arm, holding the taller woman steady.

Nicole wrapped her arm around Waverly’s shoulders and decided to use her as a crutch to keep herself upright. “Normally I would say something flirty, but I don’t wanna lead you on and I’m too drunk to fuck you tonight. I’d probably stick my finger in the wrong hole.” She giggled for a moment before quickly covering her mouth with her hand, a look of horror spread across her face at the realization of what she had just said.

Waverly looked around the room and noticed a couple of stragglers side-eyeing them. Nicole’s comment may have been a bit louder than a normal speaking volume. “Okay, let’s get you home and into bed before you start going into detail about our sex life.”

“Just to sleep, right?” Nicole asked as she continued to lean on Waverly, both of them stumbling towards the door.

“Yes sweetheart, just to sleep.”

“Wait.” Nicole abruptly halted her movements. “What about the mess? I promised I would help clean up.”

“I know, but it’s getting late and if we hang out here too much longer, I won’t be able to drive us home without falling asleep behind the wheel.”

“Why don’t we just spend the night here and then we can help clean up in the morning? Dolls won’t mind, and he has a nice guest room. Plus, you can keep an eye on Wynonna.”

Waverly nodded her head. The part about Wynonna had her completely sold. “Okay, let’s do that then.”

Once they made sure everyone had left, the pair headed up the stairs and crawled into the king sized bed in the guest room before falling asleep.