28. One Month Anniversary - Part 1

Two days later

“Hey love.” Nicole greeted as she made her way towards the counter.

Darren grinned as he looked up at the officer. “Hey sweetie.” He wiggled his fingertips in a delicate wave and exaggeratingly batted his eyelashes.

Nicole rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t talking to you.”

Waverly swatted him on the arm before reaching out for Nicole’s arm and pulling her in for a chaste kiss over the countertop.

“Hey, hey. No PDA in the coffee shop.” Darren teased, earning a glare from both of the women.

“Go unpack those boxes in the back and check to make sure everything is correct.” Waverly ordered.

Darren threw his arms up in the air. “Hey, you said you were going to do that!”

“Well now I’m telling you to do it. Go.” Waverly pointed a firm finger towards the back as she watched the curly-haired man shuffle off in defeat.

“Hey, so are we still on for tonight?” Nicole brought Waverly’s attention back to her as she played with the brunette’s fingers on the countertop. Waverly couldn’t hold back the smile that touched her eyes.

“You mean our one month anniversary dinner? Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Good. Because I had to pull the cop card to get that reservation.”

“Oh, is that so? Using your profession to get special treatment, are you?” She walked around the counter to the other side where Nicole was standing.

“More like using my profession to get my girlfriend special treatment, since she decided last minute that she wanted to go to the fanciest and busiest restaurant in the city.” She felt Waverly reach her arms around her waist to pull her in closer and in return put her arms around the brunette’s shoulders.

“Well why don’t you pull the cop card on me in the employee bathroom in the back and I’ll show you what all it can get you.” She punctuated her sentence with a smirk and a bite of her bottom lip as she slid her hands down the back of Nicole’s tight dark uniform top and into the back pockets of her black slacks, causing the redhead to gulp.

“Waves, don’t tease me like that.”

“Who said anything about teasing? I’m being one hundred percent serious.” She pulled Nicole into her hips and slowly leaned up to kiss her, but the sound of footsteps approaching caused them to jump away from each other just before their lips touched.

“Boxes are unpacked and checked.” Darren said, only slightly annoyed.

“Okay, good. Thank you.” Waverly was glad that he already had his attention on cleaning the espresso machine and not on her, because if he had been looking at her he would see how flustered she was, which would have been a dead giveaway.

“Uh, well, I better get to work.” Nicole said as she put her Stetson on over her short, red locks.

“Okay.” Waverly pouted. “Oh, I forgot to ask, how is Dolls? Any better?”

Nicole frowned and tilted her head. “Eh, he’s moody. I think he’s still pissed at me for talking to him about Wynonna Saturday morning, but he’ll get over it soon enough. We’re going on a stakeout together today so there’s no way he can stay mad at me forever.” Waverly nodded in response. “We’ll pick this back up tonight?” A small smirk formed on Nicole’s face, one that you could only see if you knew what they were talking about just moments prior.

“You bet, officer.” Waverly said with a wink. “And don’t forget your coffee.” She handed the cup out to Nicole, who took it and smiled at the words ‘my girlfriend’ with a heart next to it where the name usually goes in Waverly’s perfect handwriting.

“Bye baby.” She gave Waverly a quick peck on the lips before walking out the door, fully aware of Waverly staring at her ass like she does every day.

“What’s tonight?” Darren asked, still cleaning the machine.

“Our one month anniversary.” She grabbed a rag and wiped down the countertop – as she did when there was nothing else for her hands to do.

“Oh nice! Congrats.”

“I just can’t believe it’s only been a month. Seems like we’ve been together much longer.”

“Well you know what they say…” He slung his rag over his shoulder and folded his arms across his chest as he leaned against the counter.

“No? What’s that?”

“One month of hetero time equals ten years of lesbian time.”

She pursed her lips and slapped him with the rag in her hand, trying her best to hold back her smile as she shook her head.

“Ow!” He feigned harm through his laughter. “You know it’s true.”

“Whatever.” Waverly rolled her eyes. “At least I have plans tonight.”

“Hey! I have plans tonight.” He scowled at her implication that he didn’t have people to hang out with.

“Oh yeah? With who?”

“With Jeremy, actually. We’re going to that nice coffee shop on the edge of town and he’s going to fix my laptop for me.”

“You’re hanging out at our rivalry coffee shop?” Waverly crossed her arms as a look disappointment formed on her face. “Why don’t you come here?”

“Because, everyone knows The Grind is just a place you get coffee to go, not to hang out. Honestly, it’s more like a Dunkin’ Donuts than a Starbucks.”

“Hey, that’s not true! We have tables in here for people to sit down at with their laptops!” She mindlessly waved her hands in the general direction of the small tables while still looking at Darren.

He scoffed. “Yeah, two.”

She looked around the shop and took in the small area. He was right, it did look just like a Dunkin’ Donuts. “Okay fine. I see your point.”

“Thank you.”

“But still. Don’t order any pastries! …unless it’s one of their lemon scones to bring to me, because those things are delicious.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head before walking away to continue his work.

---

Nicole massaged her back as she winced. The Purgatory police station had gotten a tip the previous day that the Revenants were planning something big, so Nedley decided that she and Dolls were the best candidates for the stakeout. They had been sitting in their undercover car outside one of the bars for nearly four hours, and all they’ve seen is one of the Revenants making out with a woman on his motorcycle – much to their displeasure. But the worst part about the whole thing, was the silent treatment Nicole was getting from her partner.

“Can you pass me the file? I want to read over it again. I need to look at something other than those two before they go any further than making out…”

Without looking at her, Dolls shoved the folder over to the driver’s seat and into Nicole’s lap.

“Gee, thanks.” Nicole rolled her eyes as she straightened up the corner of the folder that had gotten slightly bent before looking at him, waiting for at least a second of eye contact. “Oh, come on. You can’t shut me out forever.”

He continued to look forward, not saying a word or even changing his facial expression.

“Can you at least tell me why you’re being so pissy?”

Still no response. Nicole sighed and opened the folder, looking through some of the papers as she mumbled under her breath, “I was just trying to help.”

Dolls whipped his head around to look at her for the first time that day. “I don’t need your help.”

Nicole slightly jumped at the unexpected voice before snapping the folder shut and turning to face her partner. “I get it, you’re a big boy who can make his own decisions and live his own life. But I’m your partner, Xavier. And you’re my best friend. So whether you need my help or not, I’m always going to look out for you and I’m always going to have your back. And if you don’t like that, then tough shit, because that’s how this works.”

He looked over her face for a second before turning his head forward again with a groan.

“Fine.” He finally said. “Sorry I got mad.” The reluctance in his apology was apparent, but Nicole didn’t care. She wasn’t one to really need apologies from people anyway.

“And I’m sorry I butted into your…well whatever it is, with Wynonna. I’ll be sure to keep an eye on you from afar from now on. Maybe I’ll even bust out my fancy binoculars. Some popcorn maybe?” She tilted her head and looked at him with a crooked smile.

She could see him holding back his smile, so she nudged his elbow with her arm. He let out a breathy chuckle and shook his head.

“Everyone knows Doritos are the best stakeout food.” He replied.

“Speaking of stakeout food, what did you grab for snacks? I’m getting hungry.” She looked around the back of the car, but when she didn’t see any bags, she looked at him and clenched her jaw at his apologetic face.

“I forgot to grab the bags.” He chuckled nervously as he scratched the back of his head, looking anywhere but at Nicole’s glare.

“Okay, now I’m the one who’s going to give you the silent treatment.”

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“Where are you headed off to?” Wynonna asked as she trotted down the stairs, eyeing a dressed-up Waverly who was sitting on the couch putting on her shoes.

“Nicole and I are going out. It’s our one month anniversary, remember?”

“Why would I remember that? I don’t even keep up with my own anniversaries.” The older Earp sauntered over to the kitchen and flipped open the lid of a doughnut box before pulling out a jelly-filled one. “Thanks for picking these up for me by the way.” She shoved half of the doughnut into her mouth and moaned at how good it tasted.

“You mean for us?” Waverly gave her a knowing look.

“Yeah, yeah.” She said with a full mouth before putting the second half of the doughnut into her mouth. She threw her head back and moaned around the doughnut, “This is so fucking good!” As soon as she swallowed, she wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand and picked up the box before heading towards the stairs with the other eleven doughnuts. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. Don’t want to get in the way of any more intimate WayHaught moments.”

“WayHaught?” Waverly quirked an eyebrow as she watched her sister pause on the bottom step and turn around to face her.

“Yeah, that’s your ship name.” Wynonna grabbed another doughnut out of the box, this time a sprinkled one.

“Well, I was sort of thinking we’d call ourselves Niverly…” Waverly trailed off.

“Sorry, kid. I don’t pick the ship names. You’re stuck with WayHaught.” She popped the rest of the donut into her mouth before ascending the stairs.

“Wait, then who does pick the ship names? Wynonna!” She called out, but sighed when her sister rounded the corner, ignoring her question.

Waverly put on the finishing touches of her makeup before answering the door. When she opened it, she gasped at the sight of the woman in front of her. She scanned her eyes down Nicole’s body from low V-shaped neckline of her tight, black dress that accentuated her breasts perfectly, to the fabric clinging to her hips and outlining her curves, all the way down to her black heels that made her strong calves pop and her painted red toenails. With wide eyes, she slowly looked back up at her girlfriend’s face, completely aware of her red curls and a face full of makeup.

“Wow.” Waverly finally breathed out.

“You like it?” Nicole nervously rubbed the back of her neck. “I mean, I don’t usually wear super feminine stuff like this, and I wasn’t sure if you were into feminine women, but it was hanging in the back of my closet and I just decided to go for it. I haven’t dressed up like this in a while and I was just kind of feeling it tonight.” She exhaled nervously as she waited for a response.

Waverly looked into the redhead’s eyes and saw the insecurity that resided there. She reassuringly reached out for her girlfriend’s forearms and rubbed gentle circles, feeling the tight muscles relax beneath her soft touch. “Baby, I love it. You look so sexy. God, a part of me just wants to skip dinner and get you out of that dress and into my bed.”

Nicole chuckled. “I would if this reservation wasn’t so difficult to get.” A loud rumble came from her stomach as soon as she finished her sentence. “And if I wasn’t so hungry. I didn’t eat because Dolls forgot to bring food to the stakeout, which ended up being a total bust by the way. Nothing but a bunch of kissing and people coming out the door to puke in the bushes. I think one of the Revenants called in the anonymous tip to waste our time.” She gritted her teeth at the thought.

“Aw, my poor baby.” Waverly rubbed Nicole’s arm as she gave her a sympathetic pout. “Let’s go get some food in that belly.”

---

“Okay Jeremy, you’ve got this. It’s not even a date. Just two bros hanging out…okay, one socially awkward bro hanging out with one cool and really attractive bro.” Jeremy shook his head. “Get it together Chetri. He’s just a friend. Don’t get caught staring, and you’ll be fine.” He blew out a puff of air, hoping to get rid of all his nerves. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the dark-haired man in a leather jacket and blue jeans strolling towards him.

“Hey Jeremy!” Darren waved.

“Game time.” Jeremy whispered as he tugged at the lapels of his light brown jacket. “Hey Darren! You made it!”

“Uh, yeah? I texted you saying I was almost there.” Darren replied with a confused look on his face.

“Oh, right. Yeah, no, I just meant that I’m glad you made it here safely.” Jeremy nodded as he gave a slight chuckle before clearing his throat. As soon as he saw Darren’s hand raising up in the air, Jeremy flinched and hid behind his arm.

“I was just going in for a handshake.” Darren explained with his hand still raised, concern showing in his voice.

“Oh. Yeah, sorry.” Jeremy straightened up, and gave the taller man a typical ‘bro’ handshake, hitting their hands together at the palms before sliding out into a fist bump. “I was bullied a lot as a kid, with me being the school nerd and all, so naturally I flinch whenever a hand comes towards me.”

Darren’s eyes softened. “Dude, that’s awful.” He placed a hand on Jeremy’s shoulder and squeezed reassuringly. “I promise I would never bully you. And next time I’ll just give you a less aggressive fist bump. Does that work?”

Jeremy looked over at the hand squeezing his shoulder, trying his best to ignore the electricity shooting through his body. “Uh, y-yeah. That w-works.” He gulped.

“Cool.” Darren smiled before giving Jeremy a strong pat on the arm and leading them inside the coffee shop. He swung his bag off of his shoulder and onto one of the tables and pulled out his laptop. “Man, thank you so much for helping me out. I owe you one.”

“Nah, I’m just glad I could help.” Jeremy waved in dismissal as he sat down in one of the chairs.

“No really. I’ll buy you a coffee. Just tell me what you want.”

“Oh, uh, wow. That’s really nice. Are you sure?”

“Totally. It’s just five bucks. Not like I’m buying you a giant flat screen TV or anything.” He chuckled.

“Okay, well I’ll take a vanilla latte.”

“You got it.” Darren pointed a finger at him and winked as he clicked his tongue before walking up to the counter.

It only took about five minutes for Jeremy to install the graphics card, completely fixing the laptop and amazing Darren.

“There you go. All fixed!” He passed the laptop over to Darren for him to check.

“That’s it?”

“Yep. That’s it.” He took the last swig of his coffee, cursing himself for being so nervous and drinking it too fast since he knew he was going to get a caffeine rush soon enough.

“Dude, how did you become such a computer genius?” Darren looked over his laptop, still shocked at how little effort it took for Jeremy to fix it.

“Well, I wouldn’t say I’m a genius.” Jeremy stated with a crooked smile. “But I started learning about computers when I was a teenager. I was just really fascinated with the science of it all. They use this whole other language.”

“You say that like computers are people.” Darren snorted.

“Well, sometimes they can be like people. Computers can be very complex and a little temperamental, as proven by your laptop needing a new GPU.”

Darren laughed as he zipped the laptop back up in his bag. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.” He sat the bag down on the floor next to his feet and took a sip of his coffee before tipping it towards Jeremy. “You know, I like you Jeremy. You’re one cool guy.”

“Really?” He was genuinely surprised. People never called him cool, especially not guys who wear leather jackets. Maybe he had a chance with Darren afterall.

“Yeah. We should hang out more often. You know, under different circumstances where you’re not fixing my computer.” He chuckled.

Jeremy perked up. “Okay! Yeah, totally. For sure. I’m down for that! There’s actually this really cool French restaurant I’d like to try. I heard they have the best calamari.” He gesticulated wildly in excitement.

Darren snorted. “How about we do something that sounds a little less like a date.” When he saw the panic in Jeremy’s eyes, everything clicked into place. The way Jeremy was so anxious around him, the occasional stuttering when he would talk, the obvious sweaty palms he felt when they shook hands…Jeremy liked him. His face dropped, and suddenly a look of sympathy washed across his features. “Oh. I didn’t mean it like that. I didn’t know that you were…I mean, that you liked–.”

“What? No way! I wasn’t, like, hitting on you or anything. Like, what? That’d be crazy, right?” He nervously laughed a little too loudly, causing everyone in the restaurant to look at them. He looked around and cleared his throat as he ducked and scratched his forehead, subtly hiding behind his hand.

If there was anything that Darren learned from his experience with Waverly coming out to him, it was that he shouldn’t press someone when it came to the subject, no matter how bad of a liar they were.

“Sorry man, guess I got my wires crossed.” He shrugged, trying his best to seem nonchalant in fear of embarrassing Jeremy any more than he already had.

Jeremy chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah, yeah you did.”

“Do you want to play video games together some time? Maybe on a free weekend or something?”

“Yeah dude, definitely! Let’s have a gamer bro hangout sesh!” Jeremy slightly winced at how forced the sentence sounded coming out of his mouth.

Darren smiled and nodded as he stood up and swung his bag over his shoulder. “Alright, cool. Well, I’m going to head off. Thanks again for helping me out, and I’ll see you later.” He held out his fist for a fist bump, which Jeremy pounded a little too hard. He clenched his jaw in an attempt to hide the shooting pain in his hand.

“Alright bro. Later!” He watched Darren leave as he shook his head, silently chastising himself for being so naïve and thinking that Darren could actually like him back.

“Man, that was rough to watch.”

Jeremy looked up from where he was massaging his knuckles and saw a tall, thin man with light brown hair neatly combed over the right taking a seat across from him.

“Um, what do you mean?” Jeremy quirked an eyebrow, unsure of why this random guy was talking to him…not that he minded.

“You getting rejected like that. That’s tough.” The guy gave a sympathetic smile as he crossed his arms and rested his elbows on the table, slightly leaning towards Jeremy.

Jeremy chuckled nervously. “Oh, no, that wasn’t…I mean, I wasn’t…” He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. “That guy was just a friend.”

“Yeah, no kidding. He made that abundantly clear.”

Pursing his lips, Jeremy debated to just give in and admit what the stranger clearly knew, ultimately deciding that there was no point in trying to lie. He sighed. “Okay, so I was making a move. But I shouldn’t have. I know he’s straight, but there’s still some part of me that’s holding out hope that he’s not.”

The guy nodded, as if in thought before looking back up. “You know what? You seem like a good guy Jeremy, so I’m going to help you out by giving you my expert advice.”

“How do you know my name? And why do you want to help me?” Jeremy was completely confused. He had no idea who this guy was, and yet he wanted to help him with some dating advice. Most people in this town overlooked him, so the last thing expected was for someone to want to help him with his love life – other than Waverly, of course.

“When I overheard you and that guy talking he called you Jeremy, so I assumed it was your name. And I want to help you because I like helping people, especially the underdogs.” He grinned, showing off his pearly teeth.

“Oh, okay. Kind of like a superhero?”

The guy pointed his finger in the air. “Except I’m a human with no super powers.”

“So, like Batman.”

“Actually, the name’s Robin.”

Jeremy snorted. “You see yourself as more of a sidekick too?”

“No, I mean my name is actually Robin.” He spun his coffee cup around on the table, revealing the name.

“Huh.” Jeremy quirked a brow. He wasn’t expecting that.

“Look, you want my advice?” He slowly leaned forward so close to Jeremy that he could feel his warm breath hitting his skin. “You should put your energy towards guys that actually like guys, because I’ll bet you’d have a much better chance at finding someone that way.” He smirked as he slightly bit his lower lip.

Jeremy shook his head and sighed as he leaned back into his chair. “How?” He shrugged. “There are no guys on Grindr within a fifty-mile radius. How am I going to find someone when I’m clearly the only gay guy in this town?”

Robin looked down at the table and shook his head, letting out a slow, breathy chuckle.

Jeremy quirked an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”

Robin looked up, revealing the amused grin on his face. “Nothing.” He stood up from his chair and walked around to Jeremy. “Look, you seem like a pretty smart guy, so when you figure it out, come and find me.” He walked away, but before he got too far he turned back to a confused Jeremy. “Oh, and not all gay guys use Grindr.”

Jeremy raised his eyebrows as he watched Robin walk off. “Figure what out?” He called out, but received no answer.

---

“I can’t remember if I said this before, but you look stunning in that dress.” Nicole looked up and down Waverly’s blue dress from across the table as she took a sip of her wine.

“You didn’t, but I could tell you were enjoying it.” Waverly smirked as she did the same.

“Yeah? Am I that obvious when I’m checking you out?”

“Totally.”

“Well then, I’ll be sure to be more discreet next time.”

Waverly giggled and shook her head. “Are you ready to go home?” She looked at Nicole with wide eyes. “I mean, your home. Are you ready to go to your home…” She trailed off before nervously gulping down the rest of her wine.

Nicole reached out and placed her hand on top of Waverly’s and rubbed light circles over her soft skin. “Yes. Let’s go home.” She smiled as she brought Waverly’s hand up to her mouth and kissed the girl’s knuckles before leading her out of the restaurant, hand-in-hand.

“It’s cool that Nedley let you borrow the undercover car.” Waverly stated as she slid into the passenger’s seat next to Nicole.

“Yeah, he said I could keep it for the week so that I don’t have to drive the squad car around town. Something about wanting me to blend in with the rest of the citizens and get to know everyone better. He said it was just part of the job, but I think he genuinely feels bad that I don’t have a car of my own.”

“Nedley acts like a big tough guy, but underneath it all he’s just a big softie.”

Nicole chuckled as she turned the keys in the ignition. “I think you’re right.”

They had been driving for about fifteen minutes, and neither of them had barely said a word. They didn’t need constant conversation to enjoy each other’s company. They were both content with the soft sounds of music coming from the radio while looking out onto barely-lit country roads as they made their way from the city and back towards Purgatory.

The only problem was, Waverly’s mind kept slipping into thoughts of all the things she wanted to do with Nicole tonight. She tried to think of something else, but her mind always led back to sexual thoughts. She looked down at Nicole’s hand on her thigh, rubbing light circles with her thumb. She knew Nicole didn’t mean for the action to turn Waverly on; she probably didn’t even realize she was doing it, but that didn’t take away from the fact that Waverly was getting more and more aroused by the minute. With the thoughts of having sex with Nicole running through her mind, looking at the redhead all night in that tight dress that perfectly showed off her boobs – Waverly never thought she was a boobs girl, but since Nicole came into her life she was most definitely a boobs girl – and with Nicole’s fingers touching her skin and igniting a fire, Waverly almost couldn’t take it. She closed her eyes and tried to steady her breathing, not even noticing the soft moan that escaped from the back of her throat.

As soon as the sound hit Nicole’s ears, she looked over at Waverly with concern. She noticed the girl had her eyes squeezed shut and her chest was barely heaving up and down at a faster pace than normal. She scanned her eyes over to Waverly’s knuckles turning white as she squeezed the car door armrest. Nicole smirked at the brunette before turning back around to look ahead out the windshield and over the straight empty road, lightly grazing her fingertips up Waverly’s thigh. She smiled at the gasp she received when she moved Waverly’s panties to the side and began stroking up and down her soaked folds.

“God, baby. You’re already so wet for me.” Nicole gasped when she felt the pool between Waverly’s legs.

With her eyes still closed, Waverly fervently nodded. She couldn’t form words, so she just kept breathing as she clenched the door tighter in her right hand and grabbed onto the edge of the center console with her left hand.

Nicole didn’t want to take too much time exploring since she knew that doing this while driving was dangerous, so she moved her fingers up to Waverly’s hardened clit and began rubbing circles at a slightly faster pace than she would normally start at.

Waverly threw her head back against the headrest as she opened her legs a little wider. “Ungh,” was all she moaned out.

Nicole picked up her pace, rubbing Waverly’s clit in the exact way she knew would bring the girl to orgasm in no time. Waverly gasped as she felt her orgasm taking over her body, and with a shudder she squeezed her hands tight around the parts of the leather of the car that was keeping her grounded and felt her center contracting against Nicole’s soft fingers. When her orgasm had subsided, she pulled Nicole’s hands away, letting the redhead know that she was finished. Nicole smiled and gently pulled Waverly’s panties back over her center and gave her a quick pat – causing Waverly’s entire body to twitch at the sensitive feeling – before bringing her fingers up to her lips and sucking them clean.

“Think that’ll hold you over ‘til we get home baby?” Nicole asked in a sultry voice.

Waverly nodded as she continued to catch her breath. She was now slumped back into the seat, trying to regain control over her body. “Thank you.” She whispered after a few moments.

Nicole shook her head. “No, thank you. Thank you for letting me touch you and for trusting me.”

The brunette smiled as she sat up and reached over for Nicole’s hand that had made its way back onto the steering wheel and entwined their fingers together. “How much longer do we have to go?”

“About thirty minutes.”

Waverly groaned and threw her head back against the seat. This was going to be a long ride.