46. Release

“Workin’ hard or hardly workin’?” Nicole asked with a giddy smile as she approached the counter of the coffee shop. It was her lunch break, and she decided to spend it with her girlfriend.

“On the record? Working hard. Off the record?” Waverly looked around to make sure nobody was looking – of course, that was only for dramatic effect since they were currently the only ones there – before grabbing Nicole by the collar and pulling her in for a searing kiss. “Hardly working.” She winked and smiled amusedly at the dumbfounded police officer.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting that.” Nicole cleared her throat before straightening up her uniform.

Waverly giggled. “I can tell by the way your eyes are nearly popping out of your head.” She booped Nicole’s nose with her index finger before leaning over the counter, unintentionally giving the redhead a perfect view of her cleavage. Nicole’s eyes flitted down to the girl’s chest for a brief moment before looking back up to find that she had been completely caught. “Officer Haught, were you looking at my breasts?” Waverly feigned shock.

“I plead the fifth.” The brunette shook her head and laughed, and Nicole joined in. “Hey, do you want to go out on a date with me tonight?”

“Tonight? But it’s Wednesday? We hardly ever go out on a week night.” Waverly stated with a quirked eyebrow.

“We hardly ever go out anymore in general! Come on, I want to take you out on a date. Show you off. Maybe even check you out while you’re not looking.” Nicole leaned over the counter and looked up at the brunette with a cocky smile.

Waverly shook her head and bit her bottom lip. “Why are you so damn cute?”

“Because you love me.”

“I do.” She kissed Nicole’s forehead. “Okay, I’ll go out on a date with you.”

“Yes.” Nicole fist pumped, as if there was actually a chance that Waverly would say no. Waverly shook her head and laughed.

“Where are you taking me?”

“I was thinking we could see a movie tonight. You in?”

“Oh! I’ve been dying to see that new one about the star-crossed lovers who found each other again after thirteen years.”

“The chick flick?”

Waverly rolled her eyes. “It’s not a chick flick, it’s a romantic drama.”

Nicole shrugged. “Whatever. The main girl is hot, so I’m in!”

Waverly folded her arms tightly across her chest as she glared at Nicole across the counter, and the redhead chuckled in response.

“Baby, I’m totally kidding. Nobody’s hotter than you. If that’s the one you want to see, then I would be happy to take you.”

“You better be kidding! And just for that mean joke, you’re buying me the extra-large popcorn.”

---

Nicole opened the glass door for Waverly and waved her arm out for her to enter first, and the brunette smiled.

“You’re so chivalrous.” Waverly stated as she walked through the door.

“I really just wanted to check out your ass.” Nicole teased, earning her a slap in the arm from her girlfriend. “Hey, do you have any gum in your purse?”

“Nicole, we’re literally on our way to buy popcorn. You’re only going to end up chewing it for two minutes before spitting it out.”

“Please?” Nicole pouted, hoping Waverly would find her cute enough to give in.

Nicole loved chewing on gum, even if it was for only two minutes. It calmed her down whenever she got nervous or excited about something, and even though she and Waverly had been together for nearly six months now, being on a date with her made her feel a little bit like her stomach was in knots. She had no idea why though. Maybe it was because Waverly looked really good in the tight jeans and low-cut sweater she was wearing, or maybe it was because they haven’t been out on a date in weeks…or maybe it was just because Nicole was excited to go to a movie theater for the first time in over a year. Whatever it was, she enjoyed the butterflies that were currently fluttering around in the pit of her stomach. It made their relationship feel new and exciting again.

Waverly shook her head as she sighed. “Fine. But I’m going to start buying you your own gum so that you’re not always wasting mine.” Waverly said half-jokingly.

“Hey, I’m not opposed.”

As they walked through the theater lobby towards the snack counter, Waverly rummaging through her purse for some gum, they heard the sound of a wolf whistle coming from behind them. When they turned around, they noticed a thickset man with a big bushy beard who looked like he was in his mid 30s making his way towards them. He had on a baseball cap and sported a few tattoos on his arms. Waverly froze as she noticed him looking at her like an animal hunting its prey, but Nicole quickly stepped in the way of his line of sight.

“Got something to say?” Nicole demanded.

The man peered around Nicole and smirked as his eyes drifted from Waverly’s chest down to her jeans. “That is one fine piece of ass.”

“Excuse me?” Nicole nearly snarled as she stepped closer to him, completely blocking his view of the brunette.

“Oh don’t be jealous now, sweetheart. You’re a looker too, just not so much my type. I like ‘em much shorter than me, if you catch my drift.” He winked.

The redhead clenched her fists and scowled at him, looking like she was ready to fight if need be, but Waverly just cowered and slowly began to back away. She used to fight back whenever she was catcalled, but that was before. Before she was made aware of how much weaker she was against men. Sure, she was always aware of the biology of it all, but it never stopped her from sticking up for herself before. But now, it wasn’t even worth the risk, because now she knew what the consequences could be. Her heart began racing as she thought about this big, brawny guy punching out Nicole and making his way towards Waverly to do whatever he wanted with her. Sure, there were a few people around, but would they even be able to help? Would they even notice if he had dragged her off into an empty theater? Or worse, out into his car? She thought about Chrissy’s story, and how that was a very real possibility. What if he had a gun?

As Nicole proceeded to scold the stranger with harsh words, Waverly felt her extremities start to tingle and slowly become numb as her breathing came out short and harsh. With a clenched fist around the fabric of her sweater over the left side of her collarbone, she gasped for air and desperately looked around for anywhere to hide. She spotted the bathrooms and immediately ran towards them.

“Waverly!” Nicole called out, worried about her girlfriend leaving her sight.

“Looks like it’s just you and me, princess.” The man took a step forward as he bit his bottom lip and made grunting noises while his eyes roamed all around Nicole’s body.

Nicole whipped out her badge and brandished it in his unsuspecting face. “You really don’t want to cross me, so how about you do yourself a favor and make yourself scarce, Chewbacca.” She flitted her eyes down to his beard before looking back up into his eyes, attempting to burn a hole in them.

The man scoffed as he threw his hands out in front of him in dismissal. “Whatever. Gingers aren’t my type anyways. You’re not worth the hassle.” He turned and walked away.

“Yeah, and pigs aren’t mine!” She called out, but he didn’t bother turning around to acknowledge her. “Asshole.” She hissed under her breath as she made her way towards the bathroom.

“Waves?” Nicole called out softly as she lightly treaded over to the only stall with a closed door. She gently knocked on it. “Hey, it’s me. Are you okay?”

This was the one time Waverly wished her girlfriend couldn’t actually follow her into the bathroom. Sure, for the most part it was an advantage, but right now she just wanted to be left alone.

“I just need a minute.” She replied. Her voice was weak and cracked a little, and it broke Nicole’s heart.

“Okay. Um, I’ll be in that little lounge area then.” Nicole walked out the first door and sat on the padded bench in the small waiting area that separated the theater lobby from the restrooms. She pulled out her phone and read over a few articles on PTSD after sexual assault before Waverly finally came out of the bathroom. Before Nicole even had a chance to stand up, Waverly sat down next to her.

“Sorry. I just needed to get out of there.”

Nicole shook her head as she grabbed Waverly’s hand resting in her lap. “It’s not your fault. That guy was being an asshole, and he had no right to talk to you or even look at you like that. Fucking entitled...men.” Nicole trailed off, clearly still upset about the whole thing as she huffed. Of course, she knew that not all men were like this, but the ratio in Purgatory was getting more and more disappointing each day.

“It’s fine. I just want to forget about it.”

“Are you sure?”

“We’ve only got a few minutes left before the previews start, and I know how much you love watching those.” She said as she rummaged through her purse, finally finding that piece of gum and holding it out for Nicole to take.

Nicole looked at the gum and then up at Waverly. Her entire demeanor had completely shifted from before that guy showed up. Before, she was relaxed. Her posture was tall and the atmosphere around her was bright. Now, her muscles were tense and she slumped a little. Her beaming smile was long gone. Nicole wrapped her hand around Waverly’s holding the gum and dropped it down between them.

“It’s okay if you’re still upset. I know how difficult it is for you to-”

“No, you don’t know, Nicole.” Waverly interrupted in a stern tone as she pulled her hand away. “You don’t know until it’s happened to you. Have you ever been physically forced to do something you didn’t want to? Have you ever had a man hold you down to where you couldn’t move so that he could do whatever he wanted with you, reminding you of just how much weaker you are? Reminding you of how cruel and unfair it is that you’re at a disadvantage because you were born as a woman?”

Nicole assumed the question was rhetorical, so she just sat there and looked at her girlfriend with apologetic eyes. But apparently, the question wasn’t rhetorical.

“Well, have you?” Waverly asked more firmly.

Nicole shook her head. “No, I haven’t.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“So then how can you possibly know what I’m going through right now?”

“You’re right, I don’t. I can only imagine, and empathize. But Waverly, I want to help you.”

“That’s what my therapist is for.” Waverly replied sharply as she looked down at the floor. She paused for a moment before continuing a little softer. “You shouldn’t have to deal with this.”

Nicole was initially hurt by the statement, but realized that Waverly said it not because she didn’t want Nicole’s help, but because she didn’t want to be a burden. Nicole turned to face Waverly as she draped an arm over the back of the bench.

“Hey, I know I’m no professional and I’m just some local cop who spends most of her day sitting at a desk doing paperwork or in a squad car writing traffic tickets, but I’m also your girlfriend, which means that I’m not going anywhere. You’re the love of my life, Waverly. And it may be too soon to even say that, but I don’t care, because it’s true.” She gently placed a hand on Waverly’s knee, half-expecting Waverly to jerk it away, but instead she seemed to relax a little more. “What happened to you is unfair, and it’s going to take some time for you to feel strong again, but until then I have enough strength for the both of us. So let me carry some of the load for you.”

Waverly nodded and gave a brief smile before slowly leaning into Nicole’s side. The redhead wrapped her arms around Waverly and held her tight as she rested her chin on top of her head.

“I just want to go one day without thinking about it.” Waverly sighed.

“And you will, soon. But for right now, we can just sit here like this until you’re ready to go see the movie.”

---

About halfway through the movie, Waverly and Nicole found themselves less paying attention to the screen, and more paying attention to each other’s lips. They had been making out for a solid ten minutes with the kiss getting even more heated with each passing second. Nicole pulled back, needing a moment to catch her breath.

“Um, should we move to the back?” Nicole asked in a hushed tone, practically panting as she threw her thumb over her shoulder.

“Shh! This is a movie theater, not a hotel room!” A woman hissed from in front of them. She looked like she was about Gus’s age.

“Sorry!” Nicole whisper-yelled as she gave an apologetic wave.

“Teenagers...” The woman turned back around to face the screen and shook her head.

Waverly giggled and covered her blushing face at being caught. “She thinks we’re teenagers.”

“Well, that makes me feel a little bit better about turning 27 next month.” Nicole chuckled. “I do kinda feel like a teenager right now though. Haven’t made out in a movie theater in years.”

“Me neither. I forgot how sexy it was.” Waverly replied as she slowly leaned back in towards Nicole’s lips.

“SHH!”

The loud shushing of the woman startled them and caused them to quickly jump apart before their lips had even touched.

Waverly and Nicole gave the woman another apologetic look before turning to look at each other amusedly. Nicole was biting on her bottom lip in a desperate attempt to hold back her laughter.

Waverly leaned into Nicole and whispered into her ear, “How about we focus on watching the rest of the movie, and have some fun when we get home.” She punctuated her question with a slow and gentle kiss just behind Nicole’s ear as she slowly trailed a finger up the inside of the redhead’s thigh, stopping just below her crotch. The redhead shuttered as she tightened her grip around the edges of the armrests and swallowed down a moan. “Would you like that, baby?”

Nicole simply nodded her head. Her jaw was basically on the floor at this point, and she jumped when she felt a couple of fingers brush against the crotch of her jeans. Waverly giggled as she moved her hand to Nicole’s on the armrest between them and interlocked their fingers. Before, Nicole had really hated that the armrests didn’t come up in this old theater, but now she was slightly grateful for the barrier, seeing as all she could think about right now was getting into her girlfriend’s pants.

“I hate you.” Nicole whispered as she shifted uncomfortably and tugged at her crotch, all too aware of just how damp her boyshorts were right now.

Waverly just smiled and gave Nicole a peck on the cheek before leaning down to rest her head on the redhead’s shoulder.

It was four days ago when they had sex for the first time since before Halloween. They had sex again Sunday, and Monday, and again Tuesday morning, but Waverly still hadn’t been able to have an orgasm. She had brought it up in her therapy session yesterday, even if she felt a little awkward about it...

“So, Nicole and I had sex for the first time a few days ago. I mean, first time since...you know.” Waverly said as she hastily bounced her leg up and down while playing with her fingernails.

“And how did that go?” Amy asked with a smile after she had finished writing down some notes she started before Waverly had changed the topic.

“It was good. I mean, it was really good. I felt comfortable with her. Safe.” She nodded as she glanced at Amy and then back at her nails.

“That’s good.” The older woman smiled. The fact that Waverly was still nervously nodding and avoiding eye contact meant that she had more to say, and hadn’t gotten to the point yet. So, Amy waited patiently as she rested her hands on top of her notepad.

“Yeah. But, um...I had a little trouble...I mean, I couldn’t...um...” she could feel her face getting redder by the second as the heat of her embarrassment crept up her chest and all the way to her hairline.

It was at this point that Waverly realized just how in sync she and Nicole were. Nicole would understand right away what she was trying to say, and she wouldn’t even have to finish her sentence - just like she had proved Saturday. Amy, on the other hand, did not know what Waverly was trying to say, according to the way she was just sitting there smiling and nodding as she patiently waited for Waverly to finish her sentence. ...or maybe she did know and she just wasn’t going to make this easy for her. Whatever the reason, Waverly knew she was going to have to just come out with it.

She sighed. “I couldn’t finish. Like, climax…I couldn’t get there. So I just told her to stop, and that was the end of it.”

“I see...” Amy trailed off as she quickly wrote something down on her notepad before clasping her hands together again and looking back at Waverly. “Did you two talk about it?”

Waverly nodded. “She said that sex isn’t about having orgasms, but about connecting.”

“She sounds like a smart woman.” The older woman smiled.

“She is. Super smart.” A small smile formed on Waverly’s face as quickly as it vanished. “But I still feel guilty. We’ve had sex every day since then and I still haven’t been able to have an orgasm.”

“Have you had one at all since the assault?”

Waverly nodded as she lightly bit her tongue before continuing barely above a whisper. “I mean, not with Nicole though.” She anxiously played with her nails some more.

“So, you’re able to orgasm through self-stimulation then? I’m assuming that’s what you mean.”

Waverly nodded without looking up. She rolled up the sleeves of her knit sweater as the heat spread throughout her entire body. “Um, this is okay, right? We can talk about this kind of stuff?”

“We can talk about anything you want, Waverly. Nothing you’re struggling with is off-limits, and that includes sex. In your last session, you told me that one of your goals is to be able to enjoy intimacy with Nicole again, and that’s exactly what we’re working on here. So there’s no need to feel embarrassed.”

The corners of Waverly’s mouth turned up into a smile as relief washed over her. She felt herself relax a little bit and nodded her head in understanding. She had to keep reminding herself that this was a safe space where she wouldn’t be judged for anything. And it was just sex, a natural part of life.

“I just don’t get it. Why can I have orgasms by myself but not with Nicole? It’s not like she doesn’t know how to please me, because she does. Sometimes better than I do. So why is it that every time she’s touching me, I get so close, but then I just get stuck there until the moment is gone?”

“Well, orgasms are linked to the body and mind. Since you’re able to achieve an orgasm yourself, I’m going to say there’s nothing physically wrong with your body.”

“So, you think it’s my mind?”

Amy leaned forward a little as she uncrossed her legs. “Maybe you’re subconsciously keeping yourself from having an orgasm with Nicole.”

Waverly let out a short, breathy laugh. “Why would I do that? I like having orgasms. They’re pretty awesome.” She folded her arms across her chest and leaned back into the couch, slightly slouching as she crossed a leg over the opposite knee.

Amy chuckled. “Yes, having an orgasm is very enjoyable. But it’s also an extremely vulnerable experience. Maybe you’re not ready to let anyone back in just yet.”

Waverly straightened up on the couch. “I trust Nicole. I trust her more than anybody on this entire planet. Even more than my own sister. I want to let her back in…I am letting her back in. That’s not the problem.”

“Then what do you think is the problem?”

Waverly shook her head as she leaned back into the couch again. “It’s stupid.”

Amy nodded shortly, not because she agreed, but because she understood Waverly’s hesitation. She looked Waverly directly in the eyes as she spoke, “Your brain is like one big puzzle, and everything you tell me about yourself is a small puzzle piece that gets us closer to understanding the finished product. Nothing you say is stupid. Everything is important and crucial to me helping you, and to you helping yourself.”

Waverly sighed and swallowed thickly as she collected her thoughts. “I just can’t stop overthinking it. I focus so much on having an orgasm that I get distracted and can’t have an orgasm. I mean, does that even make sense?”

Amy nodded. “It makes perfect sense. Sounds like you’re so focused on Nicole’s needs that you’re neglecting your own.” Waverly furrowed her brow as Amy continued. “You’re able to give yourself orgasms because you’re not focused on performance. But when you’re with Nicole, you want to give that to her because you feel like you owe it to her, and then it becomes a task. That’s when you start overthinking everything, and you block yourself from the actual stimulation of everything, and thus an orgasm becomes nearly impossible to achieve.”

Waverly pondered for a moment as she let the words sink in. “I guess that makes sense. I just don’t want her to think that she’s not doing a good job. Or that I’m not, like, satisfied or something.”

“From what you’re telling me about her, I don’t think you have to worry about that.”

“So then, what do I do?”

“Don’t focus so much on making it happen and just let it happen. If your mind starts to drift, try to focus on the things that Nicole is doing to you and put it into words. Maybe something like, ‘right now she’s stimulating my clitoris, and squeezing my breasts.’ Sometimes verbalizing what you’re physically feeling, even if it’s just verbalizing it in your head, can add an extra layer of stimulation and keep your mind on track.”

Waverly sunk into the couch and nodded as a blush formed on her cheeks, feeling only a little embarrassed and awkward at the bluntness.

“Another thing that can help is to fantasize while she’s touching you. Think up some of your favorite fantasies and pick one beforehand that you can utilize. Create as many details as you can and really try to immerse yourself in that fantasy. Maybe discuss it with Nicole and ask her to participate in a specific role, such as dressing a certain way or saying certain things. Anything that you think will help make it more realistic. These things can definitely keep your mind engaged during sex, which is what seems to be the issue right now.”

A nervous smile formed on Waverly’s face. Sure, she had talked about sex with her friends and Wynonna, but never with someone she has only met once before, and definitely not in such a clinical way. So, naturally she felt a little bit uncomfortable, but everything her therapist was saying made sense.

“Just remember that your mind is extremely powerful, and right now it’s keeping you from reaching an orgasm. Next time you and Nicole have sex, I want you to try these things and see where they take you...”

Now, Waverly was ready to try her therapist’s advice. As soon as the movie was over, Nicole grabbed Waverly’s hand and dragged her out of the theater. Normally the redhead would stay until the end of the credits out of respect for all of the people who worked on the film, but she was so turned on that she barely waited for the ending scene to fade out before jumping out of her seat.

“Nicole, you’re speeding.” Waverly pointed out with an amused smile on her face as she glanced over at the speedometer.

“Huh? Oh, sorry.” Nicole released her foot from the gas pedal.

“We’ve got all night, babe. Wynonna is staying at Doc’s apartment tonight. We’ve got plenty of time. No need to rush.” She grabbed her girlfriend’s hand and entwined their fingers.

“I know, I know. I just got a little carried away. Ever since Saturday, I just want to be with you all the time. I didn’t realize how much I missed being with you.”

“You’re with me every day.” Waverly knew what Nicole had meant, but she enjoyed having a little fun with the officer from time to time.

“Yeah, but I mean like, with you with you. Romantically.”

“Like, on a date?” She bit the inside of her cheek to hold back her smile.

“No, I mean...being intimate with you.”

“So, you just want to get into my pants.” Waverly stated dryly, although she was teasing.

Nicole’s eyes widened. “What? No! No, I just meant that I missed it. But I don’t need that to enjoy spending time with you! God, Waverly, we don’t even have to have sex tonight. We can just cuddle on the couch, or play a game, or-”

Waverly held up her hand to cut off the redhead before she malfunctioned and giggled. “Nicole, I’m completely messing with you.”

The redhead let out a sigh of relief as she loosened her grip on the steering wheel. “You’re not funny.”

“Then why am I laughing?”

“Because you’re evil.” Nicole chuckled when she felt a smack on her arm. “But seriously, everything I said was true. We don’t have to tonight if you don’t want to.”

“Oh, no. We’re going to have sex tonight. I want to. Plus, my therapist gave me some tips in my session yesterday that I think will help me achieve an orgasm.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Nicole asked curiously, but Waverly wagged a finger at her.

“Uh uh, I’m not giving away my secrets. Get your own therapist.”

“Okay, fair enough.” Nicole chuckled.

Waverly was teasing, but honestly she was afraid that if she had told Nicole what she was planning on doing, then she would feel some added pressure and would end up failing again. At that thought, Waverly had an epiphany. No, not fail. It’s not failing. Orgasms aren’t an end-goal of sex, and it’s okay to not always have them. Waverly knew that the sooner she understood that, the easier it would be to climax.

Noticing how quiet it got, Nicole glanced over at her girlfriend and found her deep in thought. She gently squeezed her hand to get her attention, and Waverly looked at her. “Hey, it’s okay if you don’t get it tonight. I don’t want you to stress out about it, okay?”

Waverly nodded as she gave a small smile.

“I mean, we can just keep practicing. Really, I don’t mind.” Nicole smirked before turning her head forward to face the road.

Waverly shook her head and chuckled. “Horndog.”

When they got to the Homestead, Waverly and Nicole noticed Wynonna’s truck parked out front.

“I thought you said she was staying at Doc’s tonight?” Nicole asked as she shut the car door.

Waverly furrowed her brow. “Yeah, that’s what she told me.” She shrugged. “She’s probably just picking up some things.”

When they opened the front door, their eyes landed directly on Wynonna’s naked body sitting on the couch with a shirtless Doc’s face between her legs. Nicole and Waverly immediately covered their eyes and walked back out the door, abruptly shutting it behind them.

“Nope, nope, did not want to see that. Erasing that from my memory forever. Oh God, it burns.” Waverly paced around the porch as she rubbed the palms of her hands into her eyes. Nicole just stood there with wide eyes, staring at a spot on the porch. The door swung open and they turned around to find Wynonna in Doc’s flannel shirt, pulling a pair of sweatpants up over her hipbones.

“Well, I guess that’s what I get for interrupting you two all the time.” Wynonna said teasingly after shutting the door behind her.

“Oh no, this is so much worse. I’m the one who drew the short straw here.” Waverly stated as she stepped towards her sister, unable to look at her anywhere below her face.

Wynonna rolled her eyes. “It’s not like you’ve never seen a naked woman before...or a pregnant woman.”

“Yeah but not my sister! I don’t want to see you two doing it!”

“Oh, come on, we weren’t doing anything you haven’t done before! We’re all adults here, right Haught?”

Nicole continued to stare at the ground with her face scrunched up, slowly shaking her head. “I just don’t get the mustache and the chin stubble. I mean, how is that at all comfortable?”

Wynonna glared at her with hooded eyes and pursed lips. “Gee, thanks for the support.”

Waverly sighed and shook off the rest of her shock before she continued in a much calmer tone. “I thought you said you guys were going to be at Doc’s place tonight?”

“No, I said Doc and I were spending the night together...at the Homestead. But you probably missed that last part because as soon as I said the first part you were fantasizing about ripping Officer Haught-to-trot’s clothes off.” Waverly lowered her head at how completely true that was. “Look, now that we’re all getting laid again, I think we should reinstate a ‘knickers on the door’ policy.”

“Oh, which door? The front door? Because apparently your private bedroom isn’t good enough for you to get laid in.” The annoyance was apparent in Waverly’s tone.

“Oh, don’t act like you and Nicole don’t get your freak on on that couch. I’m a witness.”

“That was one time!” Waverly defended. “And I had warned you beforehand. And it was make-up sex!”

“Guys...” Nicole tried to interject, but they ignored her.

“Well Doc and I are having make-up sex.” Wynonna stated matter-of-factly as she folded her arms across her chest.

“You’ve been making up since last week! What, are you on round five now?”

“Round seven, actually. The first three rounds were us breaking in his new apartment.” Wynonna smirked

“Guys...” Nicole tried again a bit louder, but was still ignored.

“Well good, then you can break it in some more this round.”

Wynonna shook her head. “We were here first! Besides, all he has is a twin mattress, and we need a full-size bed for what I’ve got planned.” She winked.

“And yet the couch is good enough...”

“We were warming up!”

“GUYS!” Nicole shouted.

“What?!” Wynonna and Waverly snapped in unison.

Nicole stood with her hands out at them in defense as she continued a little softer. “Look, obviously there was a misunderstanding here, so Waverly and I will just go back to my house. Problem solved, right Waves?” She gave the younger Earp a knowing look.

Waverly sighed. “Okay, fine. I haven’t seen Calamity Jane in a while anyways.” She folded her arms across her chest. “Just let me grab a few things...” She glared at Wynonna once more before hesitantly entering the house.

When she walked in, she noticed Doc sitting awkwardly on the couch in a white undershirt and jeans. He stood up as soon as he noticed Waverly. “Uh, Waverly! Doin’ well?” He chuckled nervously as he reached up to tip the hat that wasn’t on his head and shifted his eyes awkwardly when he only caught air.

“I am. And I suppose you are too?” She gave him a knowing look and he let out a short, breathy laugh.

“Well uh, things have been much better for me since your sister decided to take me back.”

“Just...don’t screw it up this time, okay? She really needs you, but she’ll never admit that. So don’t give her a reason to cut you loose again. Got it?”

He nodded firmly. “I understand.”

Waverly gave him a small smile before trotting up the stairs.

After Waverly packed a bag - and gave Wynonna a mean look for kicking them out of the house - she and Nicole made their way over to Nicole’s house, where they were happily greeted by Calamity Jane.

“Did you miss me?” Waverly asked in a high-pitched tone as she squeezed the plump cat, who was purring in her arms and nuzzling her face.

Nicole took Waverly’s book bag from her and slung it over her own shoulder to carry for her. “I think she hates me for never being around anymore.” Nicole let out a breathy chuckle as she scratched Calamity’s head between her ears. When the cat jumped out of Waverly’s arms to sashay into the living room, Nicole took Waverly’s hand and tugged on it with a warm smile. “Come on. Let’s go up to my room.”

Waverly happily followed Nicole up the stairs. As soon as they got to the bedroom, Waverly sat on the edge of the bed and ran her hands along the bedspread with a nostalgic look on her face as she smiled. “I almost forgot what it felt like being here.”

Nicole set the bag down in the corner chair and slowly walked over to sit down next to Waverly on the bed. “You know, we don’t have to do this here if you don’t want to.”

Waverly turned to look at Nicole with concerning eyes. “That’s twice tonight that you’ve tried to talk me out of having sex with you. Do you not want to?”

“No, no! I’m not trying to talk you out of it. I just want to make sure you know your options, and that I’m okay with whatever you decide.” She grabbed one of Waverly’s hands and pulled it into her own lap. “We haven’t done anything here since...”

“Since the assault.” Waverly answered. She was getting better about saying it out loud.

Nicole nodded. “Since the assault. I know you’ve been more comfortable being intimate in your own bed, so if you don’t feel comfortable doing anything in mine, we don’t have to.”

“No, I do. I mean, yeah, my bed gives me this extra layer of security. But yours does too. We’ve done a lot in this bed, and I feel safe in it. I feel safe with you.” She smiled as she tucked a couple of stray locks behind Nicole’s ear.

“So, being here isn’t going to mess up whatever tips your therapist gave you?”

Waverly shook her head. “Nope. Location doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I’m with you.” She leaned in and gave Nicole a quick kiss on the lips.

“Good. Because you really worked me up earlier.”

“Oh really?” Waverly dragged a finger down the side of Nicole’s neck and continued at a painfully slow pace down the front of her shirt in between her breasts and batted her eyelashes. “How so?”

Nicole shook her head as she gave Waverly a warning look. “You know how so.”

“I want you to tell me.” Waverly continued her finger further down until she reached Nicole’s pubic bone over her jeans, at which point she immediately changed direction and moved diagonally towards her inner thigh. She bit her lip and looked back up at Nicole through thick lashes. “What is this doing to you?”

Nicole leaned back on her hands as she spread her legs slightly. “It’s turning me on.” She replied in a breathy tone.

Waverly shook her head. “More specifically.” She moved her finger in between Nicole’s legs and put pressure on what she presumed to be the right spot.

Nicole jerked her hips as a shaky breath escaped her lips. “It’s...making me wet.”

Waverly nodded her head and smirked as she slowly circled her finger around the spot, pleased to see Nicole’s breathing pick up. “Uh huh. What else?”

Nicole threw her head back as a moan escaped her lips before lifting it back up. “It’s making my clit hard.”

“And?”

“And...ohhh.” She began rocking her hips against Waverly’s hand, trying to add more pressure against the brunette’s finger. “And it’s making me want to screw you senseless.”

Waverly nodded as she moved her hands to Nicole’s belt buckle. “Good.” She said before crashing her lips against the redhead’s and undoing the buckle. She hastily unbuttoned and unzipped Nicole’s jeans and slid her hand inside the waistband of her boyshorts.

Both Waverly and Nicole inhaled sharply when Waverly ran her fingers through slick folds.

“Jesus” Waverly breathed and rested her forehead against Nicole’s as she closed her eyes. She continued to slowly move her fingers, feeling the arousal between them as she explored. She would never get tired of feeling just how wet Nicole got for her.

Nicole whined when Waverly’s hand disappeared, but when she realized that Waverly was discarding her clothes, she quickly did the same. After tossing her last article of clothing aside, Waverly immediately crawled back on top of Nicole and laid down with their thighs between each other’s legs.

“Oh, fuck.” Nicole moaned when they made contact, and she instantly flipped them over. She leaned down and stole a greedy kiss as she hovered over the smaller woman.

Realizing that she had taken the control away from Waverly without asking, she pulled back and paused as she looked down at the brunette with questioning eyes. Waverly gave her a nod of approval, and they continued to rock against each other. They easily slid against each other’s thighs, coating each other in arousal. With each thrust, Nicole moved closer and closer to Waverly’s center, until she was rubbing herself against Waverly’s sex and mixing their arousal together. With a furrowed brow, Waverly lifted her head up and looked down between their bodies before dropping her head back down onto the pillow.

“I can feel you.” The brunette whispered with a smile as she ran her hands through her own hair on her head. “God that’s so hot.”

As Nicole continued thrusting against her center, Waverly’s mind began to drift to thoughts of that night at the party. She quickly shook her head and thought about what her therapist had told her. If your mind starts to drift, try to focus on the things that Nicole is doing to you and put it into words. She took the advice, and began to put it into practice. Nicole is currently rubbing her clit against mine. As soon as she said that to herself, she felt her stomach drop as a fresh wave of arousal coated her center.

“Unghh” Waverly moaned as she began thrusting harder against Nicole. She felt so close, and yet so far away from her. She wanted to get even closer, which she knew wasn’t possible since their bodies were pressed together, so she wrapped her arms around Nicole and buried her face in the crook of her neck as she hugged her tight.

Nicole began kissing and nipping at Waverly’s neck, attempting to spur the girl on even more. She trailed her kisses down to Waverly’s breasts and lingered there for a moment. The brunette let out a frustrated groan when she felt Nicole’s center disconnect from hers, but she also reveled in the feeling of Nicole touching her nipples. The redhead greedily kissed down Waverly’s torso towards her thick curls, and when Waverly realized what Nicole was doing, she quickly sat up.

“No, I want to feel you on top of me. I don’t want to do it this way.”

Nicole froze and looked up into dark, brown eyes. “Are you sure?” Over the past few days she had only given Waverly oral, nothing else, since that was all she was comfortable with.

The brunette nodded. “I want to feel your body on top of mine. I want us to do this together.”

Nicole smiled and crawled back up Waverly’s body and as she stared down into lust-filled eyes, she slowly dropped her center down against Waverly’s. The way Waverly’s eyes fluttered shut triggered something in Nicole, and she began rocking her hips at a moderate pace.

They continued to rock against each other’s bodies, a sheet of sweat building between them as gasps and whimpers filled the room, until Waverly couldn’t take it anymore. She loved feeling Nicole’s sex against hers, but her walls ached to hold onto something.

“I want you to touch me.” Waverly whispered as she grabbed Nicole’s hand and guided it through her folds, making sure there was no mistake or hesitation.

Nicole happily accepted the request, and ran her fingers through Waverly’s arousal, humming at the slickness. She already knew how wet Waverly was because their bodies were pressed up against each other, but it was different feeling it between her fingers. It was something she hadn’t felt in a long time, and she smiled at the feeling.

Waverly furrowed her brow and dug her nails into the skin of Nicole’s biceps as she felt skilled fingers exploring her sex. Nicole had only touched her like this twice since the party – once the morning Waverly walked in on Nicole touching herself, and again on Saturday, but both times it had been brief, and both times it had brought up thoughts of Champ. But this time, all she thought about was Nicole, and how good her fingers felt touching her like that. Nicole hadn’t been inside her since before that night, though. Waverly wasn’t sure what would happen if she went there, but she was willing to find out if it meant getting to feel her walls clenching around Nicole’s fingers.

“Can you go inside?” Waverly asked with trepidation.

Nicole teased her finger’s around Waverly’s entrance as she looked at the girl, trying to soften her face as much as possible in order to provide extra comfort. “Are you sure?”

Waverly nodded. “Please.”

“Okay. But you can change your mind at any time, okay?”

Waverly nodded again. She gripped Nicole’s biceps tighter and inhaled sharply when she felt a finger slide inside her.

“Good?” Nicole asked for reassurance.

Waverly nodded and slowly began to rock her hips, wanting to feel more movement. “Can you add another?”

Nicole added an extra digit, and licked her lips at the way Waverly was stretching around her. Sure, sometimes she wished she could feel inside Waverly with her own genitals, but she couldn’t complain. Feeling Waverly around her fingers was a gift, and she was thankful that she could focus all of her attention on Waverly’s needs instead of getting distracted by her own…and if she were penetrating Waverly with her genitals instead of her fingers right now, she would definitely get distracted.

Waverly grabbed onto Nicole’s rear end and squeezed her cheeks before giving a light spank with one hand, causing Nicole to buck her hips forward. The way her clit rubbed against Waverly’s thigh felt really good, and she decided to take advantage of it. Without changing the pace of her fingers, she began rocking her hips, gliding her sex along Waverly’s thigh. She quickly brought her thumb up to Waverly’s hood and began drawing circles.

After a few minutes, Waverly began to get sidetracked by distracting thoughts again, so she focused on what was happening in the moment. Nicole is fucking me with her fingers, and she’s circling my clit with her thumb. Waverly felt Nicole begin to grind faster. And she’s rubbing her own clit against my thigh. Fuck she’s so sexy. I can feel her wetness all over my leg. Waverly let out a loud moan when Nicole curled her fingers as she continued pumping, purposely hitting just the right spot. Oh fuck, she’s hitting my G-spot. Holy shit that feels good.

As Nicole began to pick up the pace of her thrusting hips, her fingers naturally did the same. She pumped faster inside Waverly and thumbed quicker over her clit. She began panting, and Waverly knew that she was close.

Oh fuck. She’s going to come. She’s going to come all over my leg. Oh shit. Her fingers feel so good touching me. She’s going to make me fucking come. Waverly felt the pressure building up inside and she smiled. This was it.

Nicole felt Waverly’s walls get tighter around her fingers, and she looked down at the brunette. Her eyebrows were drawn tight together and she had her bottom lip pulled between her teeth.

“Fuck, Nicole. Don’t stop.” Waverly choked out when the redhead was thumbing her clit on the perfect spot, sending jolts through her legs with each swipe.

“Are you gonna…?” Nicole panted.

Waverly nodded as she squeezed her eyes shut and dug her fingers deep into Nicole’s shoulder blades.

“Me too.” Nicole felt herself getting extremely close, and could easily push herself into her climax if she wanted to, but she held off. She wanted to wait for Waverly. “I want us to come together. Can I come with you?”

Waverly nodded, and Nicole stilled her pumping fingers inside Waverly and curled her fingertips back and forth against her spot as she fervently massaged her clit, knowing that it would push the brunette over the edge.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” Waverly repeated as she felt all of the tension coiling tightly around her entire body, until… “FUCK!” Her walls contracted passionately around Nicole’s fingers as her orgasm exploded throughout her entire body. For a second, she felt like she was literally seeing stars. This orgasm was nothing like the ones she had been giving herself lately. This one was more intense than she could ever imagine, and she felt like she was floating on cloud nine.

Nicole was thankful for the timing because she couldn’t hold off her own orgasm any longer. She had waited until the very last possible second, and came as soon as she felt Waverly clenching around her fingers. “Unghhh” Nicole moaned as she released her arousal all over Waverly’s thigh. She felt her own contractions as she continued stimulating her sensitive bud against Waverly’s strong thigh, before collapsing on top of the girl.

The pair laid there, gasping for air as they held on to each other tightly. Waverly would feel an occasional aftershock, to which she would slightly twitch her legs. As their panting died down and they came back down to Earth, Nicole lifted herself up and looked down at Waverly, studying her face. When her eyelids slowly lifted open, Nicole smiled.

“I’m guessing your therapist’s tips worked then?”

Waverly let out a short, breathy laugh as she covered her face with her hands. “God, that was so good.” She said through her hands before moving them to wrap around Nicole’s neck. “I think you’re going to have to wash your sheets, because I just made a mess all over them.”

Nicole chuckled. “I think you’re going to have to wash your leg, because I just came all over it.”

The sound of Waverly’s laughter filling the room warmed Nicole’s heart to no end. Even though she was laughing a lot more since starting therapy, it still didn’t happen nearly as often as it used to. She wished she could just play the sound on repeat, because it honestly was her favorite sound in the world…well, her second favorite sound. Her first favorite sound was Waverly’s angelic singing voice.

“What are you thinking about?” Waverly asked as she dragged her nails up and down Nicole’s back.

“How much I love you.” Nicole leaned down and gently captured Waverly’s soft lips with her own before pulling back. “I’m so proud of you, you know.”

“For what?” Waverly lightly giggled.

“For going to therapy, and for putting yourself out there, and for letting me in. You’re doing so much, and I see how much you’re progressing, and it just amazes me how strong you are.”

Tears began to form in the corners of Waverly’s eyes as she smiled at her girlfriend. “I wouldn’t be able to do any of this without you, you know. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Waverly wrapped her arms around Nicole’s neck and pulled her down before passionately kissing her and smiling at the dragons she felt flitting about in the pit of her stomach.