31. What Happened to You?

“Oh fuck, Waverly! I’m almost there!” Nicole panted from where she was on top of Waverly’s face. “Jesus, that feels amazing.” She shuddered when she felt the vibrations of Waverly’s responsive hum against her most sensitive parts. She felt herself getting closer, but quickly began to grow frustrated when she just couldn’t get over the edge. It felt like she had been stuck there for hours, one push away from approaching her climax but never quite reaching it.

“Please baby, make me come,” Nicole whimpered. She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to feel her release. She looked down and saw sweet, hazel eyes looking up at her.

“Waverly,” Nicole whispered groggily as she was slowly pulled out of her dream and back into reality. She blinked a few times, trying to look around the darkened room. She lifted her head slightly and looked over to her left and found Waverly, curled up in a ball and bundled up in the majority of the comforter. Her tiny frame rose and drop at a slow pace, signaling her peaceful slumber.

Nicole dropped her head back down onto her pillow and sighed as she brought her palms up to press into her eyes for a second before dropping them back down to her sides.

“Shit,” she whispered to herself as she shook her head. She was still extremely aroused from her dream.

She looked over at Waverly once more and figured the brunette was asleep enough for her to get away with it. Nicole reached under the sheet and slipped her fingers through her folds, biting down on her bottom lip to stifle the gasp at how wet she was and how good her fingers felt on her swollen sex. As she ran two digits up and down slick folds, she tried to steady her breathing so that she wouldn’t wake Waverly up. Clenching her jaw, she slowly moved her fingers up to her clit, her hips involuntarily jerked at the touch. She looked over to make sure Waverly was still asleep. When she saw the girl still breathing deeply, she began to rub quick circles. Her goal was to reach her orgasm as quickly as possible. This wasn’t about exploration, it was about chasing her release from the pent up sexual frustration that had built while she was vividly dreaming about sitting on Waverly’s face. This was purely about getting off.

“Come on,” she grunted quietly as she changed up the pattern over her clit. Once she began to feel the familiar tension in her lower abdomen, she relaxed back down into the mattress, a drop of sweat rolling down the side of her hairline. “Yes,” she breathed out with a smile. She knew it would only take about a minute, two tops, to finish.

As soon as Nicole heard the sound of a breathy chuckle, she froze. She snapped her eyes open and looked over at Waverly, who was looking directly at Nicole’s hand under the sheet before trailing them up to meet Nicole’s eyes.

“Looks like someone didn’t get enough last night.” Waverly rasped with a quirk of her eyebrow. The crackle in her voice signaled that she hadn’t spoken in hours, and her droopy eyelids gave away her sleepiness.

“I uh... Sorry.” Nicole mumbled as she reluctantly removed her hand from between her legs, a soft sigh leaving her lips at the loss of contact. “I had a dream and I got really turned on and just needed to finish, you know?”

She had hoped that Waverly knew what she was talking about and didn’t seem like some horny teenager who couldn’t get her hormones under control, because she wasn’t always like this. She didn’t used to be the kind of woman who had sex dreams on a regular basis and woke up in the middle of the night touching herself with a sense of urgency. She didn’t used to be the kind of woman who stared at the couch in the sheriff’s office thinking about fucking her girlfriend on it while her boss explained to her what her tasks were for the day, resulting in her having to ask him to repeat himself. And she most definitely didn’t used to be the kind of woman who needed to excuse herself to the bathroom whenever she received a sexy picture of a half-naked woman – more specifically, Waverly Earp – while she was at work. But that was before she met Waverly. Now, she was that kind of woman more than she’d care to admit, because Waverly had Nicole hooked on her like a drug.

“Mhm,” Waverly hummed, bringing Nicole out of her thoughts. “I know exactly what you mean.” She smiled sweetly as she moved her hand under the sheet and lightly brushed her fingertips against red curls before slipping her index finger through wet folds.

“Oh!” Nicole moaned in surprise as soon as she felt Waverly’s warm skin sliding up and down her slit. She relaxed her head back into the pillow, thankful for her girlfriend’s touch.

“What kind of dream was it?” Waverly asked in a seductive voice.

“A…a uh–…oh fuck…a sex dream.” Nicole finally managed to choke out with Waverly circling her hardened clit at a pace so slow that it should be deemed illegal.

“Yeah, I got that part,” Waverly chuckled. “I meant, what were we doing in this dream?” She tensed her shoulders at the assumption she had just made. What if she wasn’t the person Nicole had been dreaming about? Sure, she was Nicole’s girlfriend, but that didn’t mean that she was the only woman Nicole found attractive. She could’ve been having a sex dream about Jessica Alba for all she knew. And she would be okay with that; Nicole was only human. She was a woman with a healthy sex drive and it wouldn’t be her fault if her subconscious conjured up a scene of her doing things with an attractive woman, especially a celebrity. As long as it wasn’t any of her friends or anyone she knew in real life, Waverly was fine with it. She couldn’t be jealous. She and Nicole had sex in real life, so why would Nicole feel the need to dream about her when she could have the real thing anytime she wanted?

“We were…” Nicole began before letting out a sigh at one particular swipe of Waverly’s finger over her clit. “I was riding your face.”

Waverly stilled her hand as her whole body relaxed at the confirmation that Nicole’s dream had been about her. As soon as she felt Waverly’s hand pause in the most torturous spot, Nicole looked over at the brunette with a worried face, but was met with a grin. She tilted her head slightly as if silently asking Waverly why she had stopped.

“You want to make that dream come true?” Waverly smirked.

“Uh, sure?” Nicole blinked, unsure if she was still dreaming or not. She remembered waking up, but what if she had woken up into another dream, like inception?

Waverly’s smile dropped into a frown as she completely removed her hand from Nicole. “You don’t seem so sure. Do you not want to?”

“No, I do.” Nicole smiled reassuringly. “I’m just surprised. You sure you want to do this now?” She turned from her back onto her side to face Waverly and looked over at the clock behind the brunette on the nightstand. “It’s only 4:30.” She stated before dropping her head down onto her hand resting on the pillow.

“I’m sure.” Waverly stared into her eyes as she dragged her nails all the way up the side of Nicole’s body, from her thigh to the curve of her hip and the dip of her waist, tracing the outline of her entire body until she reached the redhead’s face, which she then cupped with her hand.

“You’ve got me thinking about it and now I want to. I want to make you come.” She gave a sweet smile before pulling Nicole in for a delicate kiss. When she released the redhead’s soft lips, she gently brushed her thumb back and forth on Nicole’s cheek as she smiled at the redhead.

Nicole melted into Waverly’s touch. It always amazed her how no matter what the intentions of Waverly’s touches were – sympathy, frustration, sex – they were always accompanied with love. And Nicole always felt it. “Well, okay. If you’re okay with it.”

Waverly nodded before kissing Nicole again as she rubbed her hand all over the woman’s body, as if she was trying to touch her everywhere at once. After a few seconds of Nicole clearly trying to hold back her whines, Waverly pulled out of the kiss. “You don’t need to be worked up, do you?”

“Honestly? No.” Nicole shook her head. “I really just need to come.”

Without skipping a beat, Waverly was on her back and signaling for Nicole to climb on top of her. The redhead quickly but carefully adjusted her body so that her knees were on the mattress on either side of Waverly’s face as she gripped the headboard. Looking down into Waverly’s eyes for confirmation, she slowly sunk down onto the brunette and shuddered at the feeling of soft lips between her legs. As soon as Waverly’s tongue was working on Nicole’s clit, the redhead sighed in relief as she closed her eyes and threw her head back.

The sounds leaving Nicole’s mouth brought on Waverly’s own arousal, which was how she found herself with her own hand between her legs, working herself up to her release as she continued her ministrations on her girlfriend.

When Nicole felt Waverly moaning between her legs, she looked down to see the girl’s eyebrows furrowed and eyes shut tight in concentration. Her eyes followed a bead of sweat all the way down from her forehead to her hair. Nicole knew that amount of sweat couldn’t just be from the work Waverly was doing with her tongue. Nicole looked behind her and saw Waverly making quick circles on her own clit with one hand as the other pumped in and out of her center. Her body reacted to the sight by sending a fresh wave of arousal to coat Waverly’s chin, which the brunette then responded by wrapping her lips around the redhead’s bundle of nerves and sucking.

“Waves….that’s so…fucking…ho–OHHHH!” Before Nicole could even finish her sentence, she whipped back around to face the wall and clenched tightly onto the headboard as her whole body shuddered on top of Waverly. She rocked her hips a few times until she came down from her climax before lifting herself off of the brunette, who immediately bucked her hips into her hands as she came.

Nicole stared in awe at Waverly’s sex pulsing around her own fingers. She was so incredibly grateful to have finished in time to witness her girlfriend reach her own orgasm. She smiled as she looked at Waverly’s face, warmth spreading all around her body at how cute the woman looked with her face all skewed in pleasure as tiny gasps left her lips.

Waverly slowly opened her eyes and immediately landed them on the grinning redhead. “Was that as good as your dream?” she asked through the last of her panting as she pulled her fingers out, which Nicole hastily grabbed to suck off Waverly’s arousal. She released the girl’s fingers with a pop and a moan.

“It was better than my dream. Thank you,” Nicole whispered with a smile as she leaned over and gave Waverly a lazy kiss before plopping back down onto the bed.

Nicole grabbed her phone from the table next to her and looked at the time – 4:45 a. m. She groaned before setting her phone back down. “I don’t have to be up for another hour, but I’m not sleepy anymore.”

“Me neither.” Waverly said as she sat up. “We can get ready early and have breakfast together at The Diner?”

“I would love that.”

“I’ll go take a shower.” Waverly gave Nicole a quick peck on the cheek before she pushed herself out of the bed and headed off towards the bathroom.

“I’ll go get a quick workout in before I take mine.” Nicole said as she slipped out of bed and headed towards her dresser to put on shorts and a tank top.

Just as Waverly was about to step foot in the bathroom she spun around midstride and began to follow Nicole. “I’ll watch.” She said nonchalantly as she threw her towel on the bed.

Nicole turned around as she bent down to slip her shorts on, glaring at Waverly before standing up straight and crossing her arms over her chest.

Waverly sighed. “Fiiine. I’ll go take my shower.” She snatched the towel off the bed as she stomped towards the bathroom.

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As soon Waverly reached the counter after entering the coffee shop, she heard the sound of the bell over the door. She continued her movements and grabbed her apron, not even bothering to turn around since it was probably Darren.

“Waverly!”

Waverly froze and spun around as soon as she heard the panicked voice that was definitely not Darren. “Jeremy? What are you doing here so early? I haven’t even flipped around the ‘open’ sign yet…”

The frantic boy rushed towards her, chest heaving as he leaned against the counter. “I need your help!” He lifted himself up and frowned at the faint bruise under Waverly’s eye near her nose. “What happened to you?”

Waverly waved her hand in dismissal. “Accident. It’s a long story. What do you need help with?”

“I think a guy was flirting with me last night!”

Waverly’s eyes nearly popped out of her head as she squealed and ran around the counter to embrace Jeremy in a strong hug before letting go of him and latching her hands onto his forearms.

“Tell me everything! Who is he? What does he look like? What’s his name?!”

“Okay,” Jeremy said as he carefully detached himself from Waverly’s hands. “First of all, let’s not get too ahead of ourselves. I said I think a guy flirted with me. I don’t know for sure. I was up all night thinking about it…well, that, and trying to get to level 30 of Dragons and Robots. See, there’s this world of dragons, but there’s also these robots and you have to save the–”

“Jeremy.” Waverly glared at him.

“Right, another time.” Jeremy nodded as he chuckled awkwardly.

“What did this mystery guy say exactly?”

“We got to talking and he was asking about my love life and saying I should find a guy who likes guys and that he would help me.”

“Oh.” The excitement instantly dropped from Waverly’s voice. “Sounds kind of like he was just trying to be your wingman. Which is still cool! You’ve at least made a new friend.” Waverly smiled at him reassuringly.

“Yeah, you’re right. A new friend named Robin. How funny of a name is that?” Jeremy chuckled as he shook his head, completely missing the way Waverly had perked up.

“Wait, did you say Robin?”

Jeremy nodded.

“Robin Jett?”

“I didn’t get a last name.” He shrugged.

“Tall, thin, perfect smile and light brown hair neatly combed to the side?”

Jeremy nodded. “Sounds fairly accurate to concur.”

Waverly shrieked as she bounced up and down, forcing Jeremy to cover his ears.

“Ow! Would you stop doing that?” He rubbed his right ear and dramatically checked his hand for blood.

“Jeremy, Robin is gay. He was totally hitting on you!”

“Wait, really? Are you sure he’s gay?”

“One hundred percent! He dated Chrissy for two semesters and then came out senior year of high school.” She beamed. “I had no idea he was even back in town, or else I would’ve set you two up myself! You’re totally his type.” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Huh.” Jeremy said with a furrowed brow as he was lost in thought. Then it hit him…a guy was actually flirting with him. He actually had a chance with someone in this small town…he actually had a chance with someone ever. Sure, he had been on dates, but they mostly ended up just being one-night stands – not really his decision. He’d never actually had a boyfriend before though.

“Oh my god. He was flirting with me!” He said excitedly.

Waverly grinned as she held his hands and both of them eagerly bounced up and down in the air together.

“What’s all the fuss about?” Darren eyed them cautiously as he entered the shop.

“Jeremy basically got asked out by some guy last night!” Waverly nearly shouted.

Jeremy’s eyes widened as they flickered between Darren and Waverly. Waverly suddenly realized that he might not have been out to Darren yet. She dropped Jeremy’s hands and slowly folded her arms across her chest as she took a step back.

“Oopsie.” She sang as she gave Jeremy an apologetic look.

“Really? Right on, dude!” Darren held out a fist to Jeremy, who hesitantly bumped it in confusion.

“Wait, really?”

“Well, yeah. Sure. I mean, a guy as cool as you deserves some summer lovin’.” He winked at Jeremy to show that there were no weird feelings about him being gay, or about the confusion from last night. “Even though I’m the only one in this town who’s apparently not getting laid.” Darren sighed.

“Aw, don’t worry. We’ll find you someone, Darren.” Waverly gave him a sympathetic pat on the back.

He brushed Waverly’s hand off his shoulder as he scoffed. “I don’t need a wingman…or, wing-woman. I’m a hit with the ladies! I just, you know, haven’t had time this summer with work and driving my grandma around everywhere. If I really wanted a girl, I could find one.” He straightened his jacket as he confidently walked over to the counter to pull his apron on.

The bell dinged again, and Waverly and Jeremy turned around to see Chrissy walk through the door.

“Chrissy! Wait, is it my birthday or something? Two of my bestest friends visiting me first thing at work, it must be my lucky day!” Waverly wrapped her arms around both of their necks and pulled them into a tight embrace, clearly still hyped up from her conversation with Jeremy a couple of minutes ago.

“Wow, it’s good to see you too, Wave.” Chrissy chuckled as she felt herself being released from the brunette’s borderline suffocating grasp. She immediately noticed the bruise. “Jesus! What happened to you?!” She grabbed Waverly’s chin and turned her face to inspect the injury. “Did you and Nicole have a little too much fun last night?” She teased as she let out a short laugh.

Waverly’s face instantly turned beat red as she brushed Chrissy’s hand away from her face. She stared at Chrissy with wide eyes, her mouth opening and closing like a fish, unsure of how to respond. As soon as Chrissy realized that her joke was more of an accurate guess, she quickly changed the subject to save her friend from even further embarrassment.

“Anyways, I thought I’d come in here for some coffee before work. And maybe a doughnut.” She looked past Waverly towards the pastry display when her eyes were met with a tall, extremely handsome man with dark, curly hair. Her jaw slackened as she noticed him smile and wave at her.

“Uh, are you okay?” Waverly questioned with concern.

She leaned closer to Waverly so that Darren wouldn’t hear her. “Is that Darren Russo?”

Waverly smirked as she folded her arms. “Yeah. He’s been working here for at least a year now, which really shows how much you need to visit me at work more.”

Chrissy rolled her eyes as she glanced back up at Darren before quickly looking away, a faint blush taking over her cheeks as she noticed the way Waverly was looking at her.

“Why, you like him now?” Waverly quirked an eyebrow.

Chrissy scoffed. “No way. What makes you think that?”

“Uh, the drool on your chin?”

Jeremy snorted but quickly covered his mouth when the two of them gave him a look. “Sorry.”

“Darren is…well, Darren. He’s still the obnoxious womanizer of Purgatory High.” She folded her arms across her chest as she wistfully watched him sweep the floor. “No matter how cute he looks doing domestic things.”

Waverly rolled her eyes. “Chrissy, high school was three years ago for us, and five years ago for him. You’re both adults now, and neither one of you are the same as you were in high school.”

She raised her eyebrows in surprise as she looked back at Waverly. “Really? So, he’s no longer always trying to get with the ladies anymore?”

“Well…okay, so maybe he’s less of a womanizer. I mean, Darren will always be a ladies’ man, but he’s definitely not as bad as he used to be.”

“Uh huh.” Chrissy said, folding her arms incredulously. “And is he still homophobic too? Because if I remember correctly, he was always going around using that word with his buddies. You know, calling them the ‘f’ word and constantly saying ‘no homo’ after every joke. I don’t care how attractive he is now, I won’t hook up with anyone who’s not accepting of the LGBTQ community, especially when three of my friends are members.” She paused for a moment before coming to a realization. “I just realized that my only straight friend is Wynonna…”

“Actually, I hung out with Darren last night and he was pretty cool about me liking dudes.” Jeremy said. “Even after I asked him on a date thinking that he liked me.” Waverly widened her eyes at him, but he just waved her off in dismissal, to which Waverly gave him a look before shrugging it off and deciding not to press it any further.

“Yeah, and he’s cool with me and Nicole. He was very supportive when I came out. I’m telling you Chrissy, he’s not the same guy he was in high school. He’s more mature now, and he’s actually nice.”

Chrissy squinted her eyes at her friends, unsure of whether or not to believe them. She had known Darren since elementary school, and the words ‘Darren’ and ‘mature’ were never used in the same sentence.

“But if you don’t believe us, why don’t you find out for yourself? Go and talk to him.” Waverly urged.

“I think I will.” Chrissy strutted over to the counter where Darren was standing, wiping down the coffee machine with a wet rag. He jumped when he noticed the woman quickly appear in his face.

“Oh, hey Chrissy. I haven’t seen you in a while. It’s been, what, two years? Three?”

“Yeah, not long enough.” She said with a hard look in her eyes.

“Well, you look good.” He smiled.

She straightened up and placed her hands firmly on her hips. “Are you trying to get into my pants?”

“What? No!” Darren waved his hands in her face. “I was just saying, you look good. It was just a compliment.”

“Darren, you’ve never given a woman a compliment without expecting something in return.” She shot with a quirked eyebrow.

“Yeah well, not anymore. Ever since my mom passed away, I realized that there’s more to life than women. And more to women than hooking up.”

Chrissy’s face softened. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay. It was a couple of years ago. But my dad was an asshole who left her for our next-door neighbor, so I promised her that I wouldn’t end up like him and that I would be a good man. So, no, I’m not trying to get into your pants. But you are beautiful. And I’m only saying that because you deserve to hear it.” He gave her a crooked smile.

Chrissy blushed as she looked down at the counter, avoiding the look Darren was giving her. She cleared her throat before looking back up. “Can I get a small coffee and a glazed doughnut to go?”

“Sure thing.” He nodded before ringing up her order.

Waverly and Jeremy watched them chat while Darren made Chrissy’s coffee. Although they couldn’t really hear what they were saying to each other, there was some giggling involved.

“Twenty bucks he gets her number before she walks out of here.” Jeremy whispered to Waverly.

“No way. I know Chrissy, she’s going to make him work for it.” Waverly whispered back.

After a few more exchanges between Chrissy and Darren, Chrissy turned around with her coffee and doughnut in hand and began to make her way back towards her friends.

“Well, I gotta head into the city for my shift.” She gave Waverly a quick hug.

“Yeah, I better get going too. I’ll see you later Wave.” He hugged Waverly goodbye before following Chrissy out the door.

“You know, you didn’t have to walk me out Jeremy. I’m perfectly fine walking to my car by myself.” Chrissy chuckled as she reached her car.

“Oh, that’s not why I, uh…” Jeremy held his left arm straight down by his side as he rubbed it with his right hand. “Say, did I tell you how much I like your new hairstyle? The ombre look really suits you. And so does the blonde.” He forced an awkward smile.

“Uh, thanks. So now tell me what it is you really want.” She stated as she folded her arms across her chest, waiting for Jeremy to just say whatever it was he wanted to. She was sure it would be about Darren. Some sort of ‘I told you so’ maybe.

“Okay, okay. I was wondering if you still had Robin’s number?”

Chrissy was taken aback. That was definitely not what she was expecting Jeremy to say. “Robin Jett? As in, my ex-boyfriend?”

Jeremy rubbed the back of his neck as he looked everywhere but at Chrissy. “Yeah, uh, sorry. I thought…Waverly said that he was…I mean, I didn’t think that it was–”

Chrissy raised her hand in the air to cut him off. “Jeremy, it’s okay. It wasn’t a bad break up. I mean, it kind of sucked to find out that my boyfriend was gay, but I was glad to know that I wasn’t the reason he didn’t want to have sex with me. Well, not because I wasn’t good enough at least.” She noticed Jeremy tense up at the awkward conversation. “What I mean is, we ended on good terms.” She smiled.

“Oh. Okay, good.” Jeremy relaxed.

“I was just surprised to hear his name. I haven’t talked to him since high school. I didn’t even know she was back in town.” Her brow furrowed in confusion. “Wait, how do you know Robin?”

“I uh, I met him last night. When I was hanging out with Darren he was in the coffee shop and just came up to me and started talking to me.”

Chrissy chuckled. “Not surprised. Classic Robin. He always was brave enough to go after what he wanted. I’m surprised he didn’t just give you his number himself though.”

“Well that’s probably because classic Jeremy doesn’t know when a guy is making advances. He said to find him when I figured it out. So here I am, trying to find him.”

The newly-blonde nodded with a smile as she pulled up her contacts list. “As I said, I haven’t talked to him since high school, so I don’t know if this is still his number or not.” She handed the phone to Jeremy for him to copy into his own contacts.

“Thanks.” He smiled as he handed Chrissy’s phone back.

“I really do have to get to work, but Jeremy, just relax.” She reassuringly placed a hand on Jeremy’s arm. “Robin is a good guy and he’s easy to talk to. You have nothing to be nervous about. He clearly likes you, so you’ve already impressed him. So just be yourself, okay?”

Jeremy blew out a puff of air as he nodded. “Right. Okay.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later.” She gave one last reassuring smile before opening her car door.

“Wait, just one more question.” Chrissy looked at him, waiting to hear what he had to ask. “Did you get Darren’s number?” He grinned.

Chrissy sighed as she shook her head. “How much did you bet Waverly?”

“Twenty bucks.”

“Then you better use that twenty bucks to take Robin out on a date somewhere.” She winked before getting in her car and driving off towards the city.

As soon as she had left and he was alone, Jeremy pulled up a text thread, but decided it would just be better to call Robin instead of texting him. That way, he wouldn’t have to wait for a reply. He pulled up the contact and hit the call button before nervously bringing the phone up to his ear.

“Hey, Robin? It’s Jeremy.” He paused for a moment before letting out the breath he had been holding and grinning. “Yeah, the cute guy from the coffee shop last night…”

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Wynonna looked up from the beer tap she was holding to see Waverly walking towards the counter. “Hey baby girl.” She greeted before sliding the full glass over to one of their usual customers, who accepted the beer with a grunt. “You want something?”

“Just a soda. I’m on break and don’t want to be tipsy when I get back to work.”

Wynonna nodded and poured her a soda. When she handed her the glass, she noticed her eye under the lighting above the bar. “Whoa! Who did you get in a fight with?!” She asked as she eyed the bruise.

“Oh, just a door.” Waverly chuckled as she brought the drink up to her lips.

“You know, the trick is to not walk into the door, but rather walk around it.” Wynonna teased.

“Gee, thanks for the tip.” Waverly rolled her eyes as she sat down on the stool across from her older sister.

Wynonna quirked an eyebrow when she realized Waverly was wearing her warmest hoodie when it was summer outside. “What’s with the hoodie? I know you get cold easily, but I’m sweating even in this tank top.”

“Oh, um, I uh…” Waverly trailed off, unsure of what to say. She hadn’t thought of an answer for this because she didn’t think anyone would question her clothing choice. She tensed up when she noticed Wynonna’s eyes widen.

“Oh my god! You got a tattoo, didn’t you?!” Wynonna exclaimed as she pushed Waverly’s sleeves up her arms.

“Wynonna, no!” Waverly protested, but it was no use.

Wynonna frowned as soon as she saw the nasty hand-shaped bruise on Waverly’s left wrist. “What the fuck?”

Waverly pushed her away and pulled her sleeves down, looking around the bar to make sure nobody else saw her arm. Wynonna looked up at Waverly’s face with a look of confusion, but when her eyes landed on the bruised eye again, she put the pieces together. Her face quickly changed from confusion to an intense scowl that Waverly had never seen before.

“Did Nicole do this? Is that motherfucker abusing you?!” She growled, causing half of the people in the bar to turn and look at them. Waverly was thankful it was only filled with older folks she didn’t really know.

“Wynonna!” She hissed as she pulled her older sister into the back room for privacy. As soon as she shut the door behind them, Wynonna released herself from Waverly’s grasp.

“Tell me where she is baby girl. I’ll beat the shit out of her.” Tears began to form in her eyes, both out of anger and guilt for not seeing this before.

Waverly thought she could actually see smoke coming out of her ears. “No, Wynonna, Nicole didn’t hurt me.”

“Then who did this to you? Who do I need to beat up?” She folded her arms tightly across her chest as she awaited an answer.

Waverly hesitated. “Okay, I mean, it was Nicole, but it was a total accident.”

Wynonna clenched her jaw. “Waverly, that’s what abusers say.” She reached around her back to untie the apron around her waist and threw it on the floor as she stormed towards the door. “I’m going to kill her,” she fumed through gritted teeth.

“No!” Waverly ran as quickly as she could around Wynonna and spread her body across the door, effectively blocking the older Earp.

“Get out of my way, Waverly.”

“Wynonna, please. Just calm down.”

“Calm down?! You’re being brainwashed into thinking that this was an accident, when clearly it’s not! I’m going to help you baby girl, whether you like it or not, because I love you. And I won’t let some ginger cop get away with this just because she holds some level of authority. She won’t get away with this!”

She tried to push Waverly out of the way, but Waverly pushed her back, causing Wynonna to stumble a bit. “We were having sex, okay!” She yelled, knowing that the only way to get Wynonna to believe her was to tell the truth.

Wynonna quirked an eyebrow, unsure of whether or not to believe her sister. She placed her hands on her hips as she squinted at the petite brunette. “You’re going to have to give me more than that Wave, because this…” she waved her hand from Waverly’s eye to her wrist, “Is some extremely kinky shit, even for me.”

Waverly rolled her eyes before pointing to her eye. “We were 69-ing and she involuntarily jolted her leg up, kneeing me in the face.” She rolled up her sleeve and pointed to the handprint on her wrist. “I was on top and she grabbed onto my wrist next to her face needing to hold onto something when she…you know… She just squeezed a little too hard.” She felt a blush creep all the way up from her neck to the tips of her ears. She pulled the collar of her hoodie down to reveal a huge red and blue hickey on the bottom of her neck near her collarbone that Wynonna hadn’t seen before. “See? Things just got a little rough and clumsy last night.” She released the hoodie as she looked at Wynonna, who didn’t look nearly as pissed off as before, but still looked hesitant to accept the information.

“And Nicole has a huge bump on the back of her head from falling off the bed, so I’m not the only one who sustained injuries. And nothing happened that I didn’t want, so it’s all good.” She folded her arms.

“All of that from sex? I mean, Jesus, was this your first time together and you were just yanking my chain before about you two sleeping together?”

Waverly rolled her eyes. “No. It was our one month, and things just got really…passionate. I don’t know, accidents happen Wynonna. But none of it was on purpose, I swear.”

Wynonna nodded as she took a deep breath before suddenly bursting out into tears and dropping her face into her hands.

“Wynonna?” Waverly walked over to her sister and rubbed her upper arms, tilting her head so that she could see her face better.

“Sorry, sorry.” Wynonna sniffled as she wiped the tears away with the backs of her hands. “I thought she was hurting you and I just felt really guilty for a minute for not picking up on another thing going on in your life, and these stupid fucking hormones make it impossible to hold back any damn tears.”

“Hey,” Waverly cooed as she stroked Wynonna’s hair. “I’m okay. Nobody’s hurting me, especially not Nicole. She’s amazing and I’ve never been happier in my entire life. Everything is all good, okay?”

Wynonna sniffled as she nodded her head and a few more tears trickled down her cheeks.

“If anything, I’m just having really good sex.” She waggled her eyebrows, eliciting a short laugh from Wynonna.

“I’m sorry.” The older Earp shook her head, disappointed in herself for jumping to conclusions and getting so emotional.

“Don’t be sorry.” Waverly smiled, but her face formed into a frown at the realization of her sister’s words earlier. “Wynonna?”

“Hm?” Wynonna hummed.

“You said you felt guilty for not picking up on another thing going on in my life. What did you mean by that?”

“Huh? Oh, it’s nothing. Just pregnancy talk.” She waved a hand in dismissal and picked her apron off the floor as she tied it around her waist, avoiding Waverly’s gaze.

“Uh-huh. I call bullshit.” Waverly gave her a knowing look. “Talk to me.”

“Look, can we talk about this later? I have to finish my shift and I’ve already been in here for too long.” She took a step towards Waverly standing in front of the door and jerked her chin, signaling for Waverly to move.

“Fine,” Waverly said hesitantly as she stepped out of the way. “But we’re talking about this tonight when I get home from work.”

Wynonna looked back at her briefly with a neutral expression as she walked out the door, Waverly following behind her to get back to her own job.

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“Okay, spill it.” Waverly said as she threw her purse onto the kitchen table across from where Wynonna was sitting.

“Nice to see you too Waverly. How was my day? Oh, it was good, thanks for asking.”

Waverly rolled her eyes. “Sorry. How was your day?” She asked as she slumped down into the chair across from her sister.

“Well, let’s see, the beer tap only spilled on me twice, some drunk guy asked me if I had gained some weight, and Gus said that Doc called wanting to talk to me…again.” She pursed her lips.

“Doc is still calling?”

“Yeah. And it’s really starting to piss me off. Every time I finally get to a point where I’m not thinking about him, Gus comes over to give me a message from him. It’s like he knows I’m starting to get over him and the second I do he tries to weasel his way back into my life.” She sighed as she dropped her head down onto her arms folded on the table.

“Well maybe you should just talk to him, see what he wants?”

Wynonna shot up. “No. No way. I’m not talking to him ever again. Besides, I’m trying to move on.”

“With Dolls?” Waverly gave her a knowing look. “When I talked to Nicole today, she said that he was in an annoyingly good mood. Like, spent last night getting laid kind of mood…did you have something to do with that?”

Wynonna clenched her jaw. “I don’t want to talk about him either.” She dropped her head back down onto her arms.

Waverly sighed and dropped against the back of the chair. “Okay, fine. Then how about we talk about earlier.” She rolled her eyes at the muffled groan coming from the top of the table. “Oh come on. You said we’d talk about it later, and it’s later. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“It was nothing. I was just being hormonal.” Wynonna said as she walked over to the fridge.

“It didn’t sound like nothing.”

The older Earp plopped back down into the chair with a bottle of sparkling juice, trying to convince herself that it was alcoholic. “You’re never going to let this go, are you.”

“Nope.” Waverly crossed her arms as she stared at Wynonna, waiting for her to talk.

“Okay, fine.” She took a long swig from the bottle before slamming it back down on the table and peeling at the label. “I guess a part of me just feels guilty for not picking up on you liking girls before.”

Waverly sat up as a sympathetic look crossed her face. “Wynonna–”

“I know, I know. I shouldn’t feel bad about it. Chrissy already explained to me that if you wanted me to know you would’ve made it obvious or whatever. But I just can’t help but feel like I’m a shitty sister. I mean, I’m trying to think back to if I ever said anything hurtful as a kid. Like joked around saying ‘that’s so gay’ or made some dumb comment about you and Chrissy always being together or whatever, you know how kids are. And me as a kid definitely would say something dumb and offensive like that not knowing that it could hurt you. And sisters are supposed to pick up on this stuff, right? Even Chrissy noticed it.”

“Chrissy noticed it when we were in high school, and you left when I was twelve.”

Wynonna winced at the words before chugging the rest of the bottle and grabbing another one out of the fridge.

“No, I mean…I didn’t mean it like that.” Waverly quickly explained when she realized what she had just said. “I just meant, how could you have known when I was so young?”

Wynonna shook her head as she sat back down in her chair. “No, you’re right. It was shitty of me to leave you and I was being selfish. For nine years I left you all by yourself.”

“You had just lost your father and your sister. You did what you had to do to cope.”

“So did you, Wave. I should have been there for you.”

Waverly shook her head. “You and I both know that Daddy and Willa treated me like shit. But you never did. You always stood up for me and made me feel like a part of this family, even when those two didn’t.” She reached out and grabbed Wynonna’s hand as she sighed. “It hurt worse when you were gone. Daddy and Willa being gone I could get over, but not you. And even though I was so pissed at you for leaving, as I got older I understood why you did it. And the fact that it hurt so much not having you around only means that you were special to me. You are special to me. And I know you’re still punishing yourself for leaving me, but you know what? You’re not that person anymore. You don’t run when things get hard. I mean, you’re dealing with something huge and unexpected right now, and you’re still here.” She flitted her eyes down to Wynonna’s stomach for a brief moment.

“That’s just because no matter where I run to this baby is coming with me. Trust me, if I knew it would make a difference, I would be out of here.” She took a sip.

“I don’t believe that.”

“Yeah? Well you should.”

“Well I don’t.” Waverly folded her arms in protest.

“Why not?”

“Because I know you love me too much to leave me like that again when we’ve just started making this house our home again.”

Wynonna stared at her baby sister before a smile slowly spread across her face. “Yeah, I do.”

“Which is why you’re not a shitty sister. I mean, just today you were about to kick my girlfriend’s ass because you thought she had hurt me.”

“I’m still debating whether or not to kick her ass, accident or not.”

Waverly rolled her eyes. “See? You’re my over-protective big sister. And you know what? You’re a way better sister than Willa ever was.” She could see the smile that Wynonna was trying to hold back. “You shouldn’t feel guilty for not knowing something about me that I didn’t even know, okay? That’s just silly.”

Wynonna nodded as she swiped her finger across her eye, trying to play it off like it was just itchy. “Okay, I’ll try not to feel guilty anymore.”

“Good. And you better not try to kick Nicole’s ass either.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to see you get hurt, especially when you’re carrying my precious niece or nephew.”

Wynonna scoffed. “I could totally kick Haught-stuff’s ass, pregnant or not.”

“Wynonna, she’s a trained officer, and she has a gun.”

“So? I’m Wynonna Earp. I’ve been kicking asses my entire life.”

“Wynonna…” Waverly warned.

“Okay, fine. I won’t beat up your little girlfriend.” The older Earp brought the bottle up to her lips to take another swig of her drink.

“You mean my super strong, intelligent, amazing in bed, sexy as hell girlfriend?” Waverly smirked, trying to get a rise out of her sister. Sometimes Wynonna was curious about their relationship, but she knew that for the most part the last thing the older Earp wanted to think about was Waverly and Nicole together; especially not when she was this sober or no longer high on angry fumes like earlier.

Wynonna grimaced as she brought the bottle back down to the table. “Ew.”