47. Victoria’s Secret

Waverly fell back onto the mattress as she panted heavily, attempting to catch her breath. She let out a heavy sigh of ecstasy as she chuckled lightly and shook her head, feeling like she was floating. Nicole sucked on her fingers and wiped Waverly’s arousal off of her mouth with the back of her hand as she crawled up from underneath the covers and laid beside Waverly. She pushed off the strands of auburn hair that were stuck to her sweaty forehead from being completely underneath both the sheet and comforter while going down on Waverly. The brunette was cold with it being winter in the old house and Nicole wasn’t about to let ‘Miss bonus blanket’ go without any cover, no matter how easily heated the redhead got. She snuck her arm underneath Waverly and urged the smaller woman to cuddle up into her side, which she did. Waverly rested her head on Nicole’s chest as she played with her fingers resting on her stomach – the same fingers that had just aided her tongue in making Waverly come undone – and smiled as she felt Nicole’s cheek rest against the top of her head.

“I’m so glad I’m having orgasms with you again.” Waverly’s voice was barely above a whisper as she continued to watch their fingers dance with one another.

Nicole kissed the top of Waverly’s head before nuzzling back against her. “Me too baby.”

“Can you believe we’re already halfway into December?”

“I know. It’s already almost Christmas.” Nicole stated as she shook her head in disbelief. Time had always seemed to move fast, but it definitely moved a whole lot faster since she started dating Waverly. “You still haven’t told me what you want for Christmas.”

Waverly wrapped her arm around Nicole’s waist and hugged her tightly as she closed her eyes and smiled. “I just want you. And sex. Lots of sex. Maybe you can just show up naked with a bow on top of your head.”

Nicole chuckled as she brushed Waverly’s hair back out of her face before wrapping her arms around the girl’s shoulders. “I can’t just give you sex as your Christmas gift.”

“Why not?” Waverly pouted.

“Because I’m already giving you sex. It wouldn’t be much of a gift if it’s something we do all the time.”

“Oh, trust me, what you just did to me was a gift. A gift from the lesbian gods above.” She turned her head upwards towards the ceiling. “Thank you, lesbian gods!”

A breathy laugh escaped Nicole’s lips. “You’re going to make me have to find you a gift on my own, aren’t you?”

“Mhm.” Waverly nodded as she rested her head back down onto the redhead’s chest.

Nicole sighed. “Okay, fine.”

They laid there in comfortable silence as a thought crossed Nicole’s mind. “Hey, do you know what the 24th is?”

“Christmas Eve, duh.”

“Well…yeah. But I mean, do you know what else it is?”

“Hmm…” Waverly tapped her finger on her chin, pretending to think. She knew exactly what day it was, because she had been thinking about it for a while now. It was a huge milestone in their relationship. “Let me see…” She continued to think some more. “Is it…” She paused. “Our…” She paused again as she looked at Nicole, trying to hold back her smile. “Six-month anniversary?”

“Ding ding ding! We have a winner!”

“Oooh, what do I win?” Waverly asked excitedly.

“A kiss.” Nicole leaned down and captured Waverly’s smiling lips in a chaste kiss.

“Mmm, my favorite kind of prize.” Waverly grinned.

“So, I was thinking…what if for our anniversary, we recreated our first date? You know, go back to that fancy restaurant. We can order different things, obviously, especially since you’re a vegan now. But I thought it would be nice to do that date over again. Go back to where it all first started.”

Waverly abruptly leaned up on her elbow and looked down at Nicole with wide eyes.”

“What?” Nicole asked, slightly startled by the unexpected movement.

“I was going to suggest the exact same thing.” Waverly stated incredulously.

Nicole drew her eyebrows together as a faint smile spread on her face. “Were you really?”

“Yes!” The pair laughed simultaneously as Waverly plopped back down onto the mattress. “God, we’re so gay.”

“Literally the gayest.” Nicole teased. “So, I’m assuming that’s a yes?”

“It’s definitely a yes.” Waverly smiled as she pulled Nicole in for another kiss. After a few seconds, she pulled back and pouted as she groaned.

“What’s wrong?”

“We have to wait almost two weeks to go on our again-date.”

Nicole chuckled as she cupped Waverly’s cheek with one hand. “It’ll go by fast.”

---

Nicole and Waverly walked down the stairs hand-in-hand that morning, trying to hide their grins from Wynonna as they approached her in the kitchen. The older Earp turned around from the pan she was attending to and grimaced at the sight before her.

“Gross. I don’t know what’s worse, having to hear you two banging all morning or seeing you two all lovey-dovey afterwards…”

Waverly squinted her eyes and shook her head in a playful manner as she sat down at the kitchen table. Nicole stood behind her with one hand in the pocket of her uniform slacks, and the other on the back of Waverly’s chair, smirking proudly at the older Earp.

“I honestly don’t even care if you heard any of that because I’m too blissfully relaxed from all of that incredible sex.” Waverly sighed as Nicole immediately and lovingly began massaging the back of Waverly’s neck.

“Oh really? Because I heard all of it.” Wynonna waved the wooden spoon around at her sister as she rested the other hand on her hip.

“Don’t care.” Waverly shook her head.

A devilish grin spread across Wynonna’s face as she began to mock her sister. “Oh, fuck, Nicole. God you’re so good at this. Jesus, your tongue is like a–”

“Okay, please stop talking.” Waverly stated with a raised hand and closed eyes. A blush formed on both hers and Nicole’s face.

“That’s what I thought.” Wynonna chuckled and turned around to avoid the impending glare from her younger sister.

“Hey, I’ve got to get to work.” Nicole said sweetly as she leaned down to kiss Waverly. It was meant to be a quick kiss, but their lips were like incredibly strong magnets pulling each other in deeper and deeper, making it impossible to pull away.

“Gross.” Wynonna said, still facing the pan with her back to the couple. She didn’t see them kissing, but the smacking noises and lack of talking was unmistakable.

They finally pulled away at the sound of Wynonna’s complaining, and Nicole leaned down to hug Waverly while resting her chin on top of the brunette’s head. “I’ll see you later tonight.”

“What time do you get off work today?”

“Midnight.” The redhead pulled out of the hug to see her girlfriend giving her an unfairly adorable pout. “I know. But I’ll come back to you. I promise.”

“Okay.” Waverly sighed. She closed her eyes and smiled when she felt Nicole’s lips linger on her skin above her eyes as she placed a delicate kiss on the brunette’s forehead.

“Bye baby.” She began to back away from Waverly and towards the door. They held each other’s hand for as long as possible until their fingertips slipped apart from the distance. “Bye Wynonna.” Nicole stated less enthusiastically.

“Later Haughtcakes.”

Waverly sighed, thinking about how boring the day was going to be without her girlfriend, when she realized that Wynonna was actually cooking. She quirked an eyebrow.

“Are you making eggs?”

“Yep!” Wynonna stated enthusiastically as she turned off the burner and scooped the browned scrambled eggs into a bowl. “You want some?”

“Uh, depends…how many eggshells are in them?”

The older Earp set the bowl down along with two plates and glasses of water as she sat down in the chair across from her sister. “Ha ha, very funny. No eggshells, promise.”

"Either way, I don't eat eggs anymore, remember?" She said as she grabbed an orange from the fruit bowl in the center of the table, ignoring the eyeroll from Wynonna. “Since when do you cook anyways? Trying to impress Doc?” She wiggled her eyebrows an immediately began peeling the orange.

“No. I figured that if I’m going to be a mom, I might as well learn how to cook food.” She smiled down at her 27-week baby bump and gently rubbed her hand across it before speaking in a high-pitched baby voice, “I don’t want my baby to grow up on fast food and alcohol like we did.”

“Um, you mean like you did.”

Wynonna rolled her eyes and continued in a normal voice. “Okay fine, whatever. The point is, I’m learning to cook so that she can have at least a semi-normal life.”

“Hey, she’s going to have a completely normal life!”

“Oh yeah? With two non-committal parents who are addicted to sex and alcohol, two lesbian aunts, and a great aunt who barely shows any affection and routinely pulls a shotgun on any customers who causes any sort of ruckus? Yeah, all the kids will be jealous of her.” Wynonna stated sarcastically as she bit into her banana.

Waverly’s smile dropped at the pang of pain she felt from her sister’s words. She was fully aware that being gay wasn’t ‘normal’ according to most of society’s standards, but to hear her sister say it stung a little.

“Ouch. Didn’t realize Nicole and I would be such an embarrassment to your daughter.” Her voice was dripping with sadness.

Wynonna’s eyes widened when she realized what she had said. “No, Waverly, I didn’t mean it like that–”

“It’s true though. I think about it sometimes, you know. When Nicole and I have kids, will they be bullied for having two moms? Will they be picked on or chosen last to be on the kickball team, or always be that one person left without a partner in science class because of something they didn’t choose?”

“Waves, the world is constantly changing. People are becoming more accepting of it. I’m sure that by the time your kids are in school it won’t be a big deal. Hell, half of their classmates will probably have gay parents…”

“I hope so.” Waverly sighed as she rested her elbows on the table and rubbed her face.

“Just don’t worry about that unless you have to.” She reassuringly rubbed her younger sister’s arm. “And they’ll be chosen last in kickball because they got your genes, not because you’re gay. You’re shit at sports…ironically.” Wynonna chuckled.

“Hey! You don’t know, they might get Nicole’s genes. She was point guard on the varsity basketball team, you know.”

“Of course she was.” Wynonna rolled her eyes at the stereotype, and quirked an eyebrow when she picked up on another one. “So you and Nicole are already thinking about kids, huh? Damn, you lesbians really do move fast.” Wynonna brought her fork up to her mouth and Waverly playfully pushed it out of the way, causing the eggs to drop back onto the plate. Wynonna just laughed, too amused by her joke to be at all upset.

“Shut up! You’re the one who said Nicole and I would be aunts…together!”

“Yeah, because it’s obvious that you two are going to get married.” Wynonna rolled her eyes. “You two complete each other so much that it’s actually so gay. Like a freaking romance movie.”

“Yeah…” Waverly sighed with a smile as she dreamily twisted her fork around.

The two fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments, enjoying the rest of their breakfast, until Wynonna had to get something off her chest.

“Can I get personal with you about sex for a moment?” The older Earp asked.

“Depends. Are you going to ask me about scissoring again?”

Wynonna shook her head. “Nope. I watched that informative YouTube video you directed me to the last time I asked, and I am now a connoisseur.”

“Then yes.”

Wynonna quickly set her fork down on the table. “Okay, so ever since Doc and I have gotten back together, he hasn’t been very…how should I say this…” She scrunched her face up in thought as she moved her hands around in the air, waiting for the word to come back to her. “Keen.”

“You mean he’s not interested in having sex?”

“No, he is. He’s just not as rough with it? He’s just too gentle.”

“Oh.” Waverly nodded her head in understanding as she stared at Wynonna, trying her best not to visualize Doc having sex with her sister.

“I think he’s worried about hurting the baby maybe? But I’ve told him several times that he won’t. My doctor told me that if anything it might rock the baby to sleep. But even with me reassuring him, he’s still very cautious. I don’t know what to do. I just need rough sex, you know?”

“Maybe you should take him with you to your next doctor’s appointment and have her explain it to him? Maybe he just needs to hear a professional say that it’s okay in order for him to feel comfortable doing it.” Wynonna sighed as she nodded. “When is your next appointment?”

“Next Monday.” Wynonna whined as she placed her forehead down on the table and rolled it back and forth. “I have to wait almost a week to get rough sex.”

Waverly patted the hair on the back of Wynonna’s head, slightly amused by how impatient she was. She honestly expected her sister to have a low sex drive around this part of the pregnancy, but nope. Wynonna was still super horny all the time. Not that it was a bad thing though, just unexpected…but at the same time, completely expected from Wynonna.

The older Earp puffed out some air as she lifted her head up. “I guess I can’t complain. I should be grateful that I’m at least riding the train to boner town again.” She smirked at her sister. “And I’m happy that you are too.”

Waverly blushed as she tried to hide her smile behind her glass of water.

“Well, can you really call it boner town when you’re banging someone with a vag?” Wynonna questioned as her face scrunched up in curiosity, before shrugging. “I guess that strap-on you guys have counts either way.”

Waverly’s smile dropped as she felt uneasiness wash over her. She averted her gaze down to the table and brought her fingers up to the back of her neck to play with the baby hairs that resided there. “We haven’t used it in a while. I’m not…I don’t think I can. I mean, I’m not sure if I’d still like it?”

Wynonna quickly realized that having any sort of phallic object around Waverly’s body was probably not something she wanted yet, or maybe ever again. It’s not that she had forgotten what had happened, she just wasn’t thinking about it.

Wynonna furrowed her brow and shook her head as she waved her hand. “Hey, that’s okay. You guys didn’t necessarily need it before, and you don’t need it now. Sounds like your sex life is going well either way.” She stated with a smile and a playful wink, attempting to lighten the mood.

Waverly gave a forced smile as she dropped the elbow of the hand that was still fidgeting with the back of her neck onto the table and leaned into her arm. The thought of using their strap-on hadn’t even crossed her mind, and now she couldn’t stop worrying that maybe Nicole missed using it. Waverly knew that even if she had, she wouldn’t dare ask Waverly for it. Nicole had spent this entire process waiting for Waverly to make the first moves, and although Waverly strongly appreciated the control that was given to her, it made her worry that Nicole wasn’t getting the things she wanted.

“Hey.” Wynonna said with a nudge to Waverly’s forearm, effectively bringing the younger brunette out of her thoughts. She noticed that the girl was starting to spiral into some negative thoughts and wanted to change the subject to something that would take her mind off of it. “What are your plans for today?”

Waverly sat up and shrugged. “I was going to take a warm bubble bath. Maybe read a book, watch some Friends...”

“Ew. Okay, no. We’re going out.” The older Earp grinned.

Waverly groaned. “Out where?”

“Out to the mall!” Wynonna stated enthusiastically.

The younger Earp quirked an eyebrow. “Since when do you like going to the mall?”

“Since I’ve needed to buy some new maternity clothes…and since Doc started working and I can now actually afford to buy something that doesn’t come with a bill in the mail.” She grinned.

Waverly looked at her sister skeptically. Being excited to shop wasn’t like Wynonna, and being excited to shop for clothes definitely wasn’t like Wynonna. “What’s the real reason?”

“I just gave you the real reason.” Wynonna shrugged.

Waverly folded her arms across her chest and leaned back into her chair as she gave her sister a pointed look.

Wynonna rolled her eyes and groaned. “Okay, fine. But you can’t tell anyone I said this. Not even Nicole, okay?”

“Okay.” Waverly nodded as she leaned forward, obviously intrigued.

“Ever since we decided last week to turn Daddy’s old room into a nursery, I’ve been dying to start decorating. I’ve looked up wallpaper, paint samples, furniture…even decorative pillows!” Wynonna dropped her face into her hands in embarrassment. “What have I become?”

Waverly had to hold back her squeal at the thought of her and Wynonna decorating the nursery together. Waverly absolutely loved decorating, and the thought of sharing that with her sister, who usually hated decorating, excited her. She grabbed her sister’s hands from her face and enthusiastically shook them, forcing Wynonna to look at her. “You’re nesting!”

Wynonna groaned. “Ugh. Can you please not call it that? It’s bad enough that I feel like Martha Stewart…”

“I’m going to run upstairs and take a quick shower, and then we can go to the mall.” Waverly said before immediately jumping out of her chair and running up the stairs. Before Wynonna could remind her that it was her turn to do the dishes, she had already disappeared.

---

Wynonna and Waverly had been at the mall for over three hours and managed to responsibly stick to purchasing only a couple of pillows and a baby blanket – as opposed to the entire store like they wanted to. Wynonna eventually dragged Waverly over to Victoria’s Secret, much to Waverly’s reluctance, but Wynonna had promised to buy her a pretzel afterwards.

“Do you ever get turned on by all the pictures of half-naked ladies in here?” Wynonna stated curiously as she ruffled through a drawer of lace underwear.

“No. And it’s super weird looking at sexy underwear with my sister. Pregnant you is starting to freak me out.” Waverly said as she stood uncomfortably with her arms folded stiffly across her chest, staying at least two feet away from her sister.

“Relax. I’m thinking something in here could help me with my Doc problem.” She held up a pair of red cheeky panties and evaluated them.

“Still creepy.” Waverly shuddered.

Wynonna clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes as she dropped the panties back in the drawer. She pulled one of Waverly’s arms out of its folded position and tugged. “Come on. Let’s go look over there.”

When they reached the new section, Waverly’s eyes immediately landed on the exact lace underwear that Nicole had bought recently, and that she had been wanting to buy for herself. “Oh my god! I’ve been looking for these!” She quickly sifted through the panties.

Wynonna quirked an eyebrow and rested her hands on her hips. “Thought this was too creepy?”

“Shut up. Help me find some maroon ones.” Waverly said without pausing her search.

“Ugh, fine. But then you’re helping me find mine.”

After a couple of minutes of four hands ruffling through different colored fabrics, Wynonna finally pulled out the pair Waverly was looking for. “Here!”

Waverly snatched the panties out of her sister’s hand and held them up, grinning. She then brought them down to her hipbones to at least somewhat gage how they would look on her. “Do you think this color looks good with my skin tone?”

“I think every color looks good with your skin tone.” Wynonna rolled her eyes in jealousy before they landed on a pair of dark blue ones. She quickly snatched them up. “What do you think about these for me? Is this sexy enough for a pregnant woman? You can answer that as someone who’s into chicks, or as my sister…”

“Okay, definitely not going to imagine those on you as anything other than your sister. But yes, those look super sexy. Doc is going to flip!”

“But is he going to flip me over and pound me senseless? The whole point is to get him to want to rock me like a hurricane…”

A woman who looked like she was in her thirties quickly covered her 10-year-old daughter’s ears as she scowled at Wynonna.

“Oops. My bad.” Wynonna said as somewhat of an apology, but the woman just scoffed and rushed her daughter away. “What? I used euphemisms!” Wynonna called out, but the woman just walked away even faster. “It’s not like your daughter doesn’t know what sex is! She’s probably already started double clicking the mouse by now!”

Waverly dropped her head into one of her hands as the entire store went quiet and stared at the two of them. “Oh God.” Waverly mumbled in total embarrassment.

Wynonna looked around at the customers staring at her. “What? Don’t act like you’re not all in here buying underwear that’ll get you laid…even you.” She looked pointedly at the only man in the store who was obviously buying something for his female partner. “If you just wanted to buy some knickers just for the sake of covering your lady parts, you’d all be at Target.”

Waverly threw the maroon garment in her hand back onto the table and grabbed Wynonna’s arm to pull her aside, away from the other customers who had now turned their attention back to their shopping.

“What are you doing?!” Waverly hissed.

“Sticking up for myself.” Wynonna stated proudly.

“Um, no, you’re causing a scene!”

“That woman started it! Did you see the stink eye she gave me? The nerve.” The older Earp folded her arms across her chest and huffed.

“All of that for a look?”

Wynonna dropped her arms as she realized that she had overreacted. “Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have yelled across the entire store about her daughter masturbating...”

“Uh, ya think? You’re going to get us kicked out! …I’ve never gotten kicked out anywhere before!”

“Relax. I’ll just tell them it’s the pregnancy hormones.” She said confidently as she rubbed her belly. Just then, Wynonna felt a pat on her shoulder.

“Um, excuse me.” The stranger said.

“It’s the pregnancy hormones, I swear!” Wynonna yelled defensively as she whipped around to face the woman.

“Um, okay? I was just bringing you back your shopping bags. You left them on the floor in front of that table over there…” She held up the bags.

“Oh. Thanks.” Wynonna took the bags and gave an awkward smile as the woman walked away before turning back around to face Waverly. “See? All handled.”

Waverly rolled her eyes. “Come on, let’s go get those panties. That was the only maroon pair and I want to grab them before they’re gone.” She walked back over the table, not really caring if her sister was following behind her or not.

Wynonna snorted. “What are the odds that somebody’s going to take the exact pair of underwear you were looking for?”

As soon as Waverly reached the table, her eyes widened. “They’re gone! I set them down right here!” She frantically searched through the table, only to come up empty handed.

“Holy shit! What are the odds?” Wynonna queried in surprise.

Waverly whipped around and jabbed a pointer finger at her sister. “This is all your fault!”

“Me?! What did I do?”

Waverly waved her hands around in the air. “You mocked the universe and it accepted the challenge!”

“Okay, I don’t think the universe took your sexy underwear.”

“Well somebody did, because they’re not here anymore!” Waverly huffed in frustration.

Wynonna looked around the store and noticed a brunette girl who looked about in her late-teens holding a basket containing the precious maroon lace panties. “She did.”

Waverly whipped her head around and rushed over to the girl, slightly startling her.

“Hi, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just…” She looked down at the basket, and it was indeed the exact pair she had been holding earlier. She looked back up at the girl. “Sorry, I was looking at those earlier, and I was going to purchase them, but I had to set them down for a second, and when I came back to get them they were gone. Is there any chance I can have them back?”

The woman looked at her quizzically. “If you wanted them so badly, why did you set them down?”

“Because my sister here was yelling inappropriate things around the store and apparently I’m the only mature one in the family.” She side-eyed her sister.

“It’s the pregnancy hormones.” Wynonna stated matter-of-factly.

The girl gave them a puzzling look before shaking her head. “Whatever. You put them down, so they were up for fair game. Sorry.” The girl shrugged as she began to walk away.

“Quick, work your lesbian magic on her! Bat your eyelashes and compliment her shoes!” Wynonna whispered, earning a nudge in the ribs from Waverly.

“I know, it’s just…” Waverly started as she pulled the girl back. “I’ve been looking for that exact pair of underwear for a long time, and they don’t sell them online in that color, and we live about 40 minutes away…and my sister’s pregnant, so you know…”

The girl drew her eyebrows together as she looked between Waverly and Wynonna like they were crazy. “Um, okay? I’m sure your boyfriend won’t notice the difference between these and the red ones over there…”

“Girlfriend, actually.” Waverly corrected. She didn’t know why she got easily offended whenever someone assumed she was straight, especially when she often did that to other people.

The girl raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Wait, seriously?”

“Is that really so shocking?”

“Yeah, kind of. I don’t usually meet other queer people around here.”

Waverly was taken aback. “Wait, you mean you’re gay too?”

“Well, pansexual.”

Wynonna snorted. “What does that mean? You got the hots for pots?” She quickly realized she was the only one laughing. Waverly stood there, hoping that this girl had a sense of humor and Wynonna didn’t just absolutely offend her. Especially since she was still gunning for the underwear.

“No, pans. But mostly cast iron.” The girl deadpanned.

“Wait, really?” Wynonna asked incredulously, and the girl burst out laughing.

“No! It means I’m attracted to people regardless of their sex or gender identity.”

Wynonna quirked an eyebrow. “Uh, isn’t that just bisexual?”

The girl shook her head. “Bisexuality often implies that there are only two genders.”

The older Earp looked at her with wide eyes. “There’s more than two?!”

The girl shook her head as she looked at Waverly while pointing towards Wynonna. “Educate her, please.”

Waverly just chuckled awkwardly. She honestly wasn’t all that informed on different genders or sexual orientations either. She had never heard of pansexuality, and she certainly had never heard of there being more than two genders.

“Or you can just bring her to one of the bi-weekly LGBTQ Mixers.” The girl shrugged.

Waverly’s eyes widened. “They have those?”

“Yep, we meet downtown. You should come. Bring your girlfriend. You’ll meet some pretty cool people, and maybe even find yourselves a gay squad.” The girl laughed.

“Oh, she already has a gay squad.” Wynonna pointed out.

“Well, then you can bring your gay squad. We’re always looking to meet new queer folks.” She smiled.

“Yeah, I’ll talk to my girlfriend and my friends about it. Let them know.”

The girl looked down at her basket and pulled out the panties. “Tell you what, I’ll give you these if you promise to come to a mixer sometime.”

“Really?!” Waverly asked excitedly.

The girl nodded, and handed the garment over. “Oh, and uh, the matching bra is on that table over there.” She winked as she pointed towards a separate table. “It was nice meeting you…”

“Waverly.” Waverly stated as she held her hand over her chest.

“I’m Sarah. It was nice meeting you Waverly. I better see you at a mixer soon!” She waved as she walked off towards the cash register to pay for her other stuff.

“Huh. Looks like you didn’t need to use your lesbian magic after all.” Wynonna shrugged, and Waverly rolled her eyes.

“You’re making it really difficult for me to want to help you pick out sexy underwear for your baby daddy.”

---

Wynonna and Waverly sat down at a table in the middle of the food court with their pretzels…well, Waverly sat. Wynonna just kind of plopped down as she dropped her shopping bags onto the floor.

“God, my back is killing me.” The older Earp whined.

“I offered to hold those bags for you.” Waverly shrugged as she happily bit into her pretzel, moaning and fluttering her eyelids at the taste of salt and carbs.

“Okay, can you please not make sex noises while eating? I heard enough this morning…”

Waverly just rolled her eyes and continued to stuff her face. She was too enthralled by the pretzel she was devouring.

“And I don’t need anybody to carry my bags. I may be pregnant, but I’m not disabled!”

“Okay, okay. You don’t have to convince me.”

They sat there quietly enjoying their pretzels for a while, relishing in the comfortable silence. Waverly’s mind wandered back to their conversation earlier about the strap-on. She may not have been ready to have Nicole use it on her, but she considered using it on Nicole. She remembered that when she used it, it gave her a feeling of empowerment. Maybe that was something she could really use right now.

“What’s going on in that big brain of yours?” Wynonna asked as soon as she noticed Waverly was deep in thought.

“It’s nothing.” Waverly shook her head.

“You sure?”

Waverly paused, weighing out the pros and cons of telling her sister, before figuring it couldn’t hurt. “I was just thinking…about maybe using the strap-on again.”

Wynonna’s forehead slightly creased in worry. “I thought you weren’t ready for that yet?”

“Yeah, not ready for Nicole to use it on me. But I was thinking, maybe if I used it on Nicole then it would be okay.”

The older Earp shrugged, trying to maintain and exterior of coolness. She wanted to know if Waverly had worn it before so that she could ask her burning questions about what it was like, but at the same time didn’t really want to know. It was obvious that Nicole was the more dominant one in the relationship, but she never considered Waverly to be the one on top at times. She shook the thoughts from her head. “Is that something you want?”

“I think so? I don’t know, I mean what if I’m not even ready to handle that? Or what if Nicole doesn’t want to?”

Wynonna shook her head. “I don’t think you’re giving Haughtpants enough credit. Just talk to her. You’re worrying about stuff that might happen when you haven’t even opened up that dialogue yet.”

Waverly let out a sigh as she pressed her hands against her forehead. “I know, I know. I should just talk to her.”

“Yeah, dummy.” Wynonna took the last bite of her pretzel. “So, uh, how have things been with…you know, all that?”

Waverly never really talked to Wynonna about her therapy sessions or the assault since she was always talking to Nicole about it. And of course Nicole reassured Wynonna that Waverly was doing okay, but she really just wanted to hear it from her younger sister. Wynonna was a bit jealous that she wasn’t the one that Waverly was leaning on for support anymore, but she couldn’t be upset about her having Nicole to help her work through it.

Waverly scrunched her eyebrows together. “You mean, sex?”

“No, no. I mean…you know…since Halloween. How have you been doing?”

Waverly immediately knew what Wynonna was asking about, and suddenly she realized that she hadn’t been doing a great job of keeping her sister in the loop with her progress. “Oh. Yeah, I’ve been pretty good. A lot better. Therapy is helping so much. I’m still working through some issues, but I don’t think about it nearly as often as I used to.”

“That’s great!” Wynonna beamed, happy to hear about how well her sister was doing.

“Yeah. Although, I have to give you most of the credit. It would be a lot more difficult to move on with having to see Champ’s stupid face around town.” Waverly noticed Wynonna was giving her a weird look. “What?”

“You said his name.”

“Oh…yeah, I guess I did. That’s becoming easier too I guess.”

Wynonna smiled at nodded at how far her sister had come since that terrible night. She never told Nicole this, but she too was slightly worried that Waverly would never be the same person again, but here she was, Waverly Earp. Sure, she would never be exactly the same, but she was pretty damn close. And that was all Wynonna could ask for.

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Nicole sighed as she trudged up the stairs after what felt like an incredibly long shift, and quickly noticed Waverly’s bedroom door cracked open with the lamp on. “Waves?” She called quietly from outside the door, not wanting to just suddenly open the door without Waverly knowing she was there and scare her…which wasn’t happening as often, but still happened occasionally.

“I’m up.” Waverly replied, and Nicole pushed the door open before proceeding to walk in. “Hey, what are you still doing up? It’s nearly 12:30.” Nicole asked as she took off her utility belt and laid it across the chair.

“Reading a book.” Waverly said with a smile as she brandished the book around.

Nicole continued to strip down to her underwear, hanging her uniform up in the process. “Well yeah, I can see that, but why? I figured you’d be asleep by now.”

Waverly shrugged as she closed the book and placed it on her night stand. “I couldn’t fall asleep without you here next to me.”

Nicole chuckled as she slipped under the covers next to Waverly and sighed in content as she hugged the brunette’s warm body. “Is this what we’ve become? Codependent like some kind of boring old married couple?”

“Hey, we’re not boring or old! …well, at least I’m not old. I’m still barely in my twenties.”

Nicole glared up at her girlfriend. “Gee, thanks for that reminder.”

Waverly giggled as she rested her head on top of Nicole’s as she stroked her red hair. “But yeah, it’s hard to fall asleep without you now.” Nicole just hummed in response as Waverly’s soothing strokes along her scalp was putting her to sleep. Waverly swallowed thickly. “But also, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Oh?” Nicole said barely above a whisper. Her eyes were still closed, even though Waverly had stilled her hand.

“Something important.”

Nicole opened her eyes and scooted back so that she was laying on her side, facing Waverly. The brunette positioned herself so that they were mirroring each other. “Okay?” Nicole replied.

“How would you feel about using our strap-on?”

Nicole simply looked at her girlfriend, processing the information. She had thought about it a bit, missed it even. But she didn’t want to put any pressure on Waverly to use it. She definitely wasn’t expecting her to be ready to use it so soon after what had happened though.

“Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

Waverly nodded. “Well, I don’t think I’m ready to have it used on me yet.”

“Oh.” Nicole nodded before realizing exactly what Waverly was asking. “Oh. You want to use it on me?”

“I mean, only if you want to. I know we’ve only done it a couple of times, but I was thinking that maybe being in a dominant position like that would be beneficial for me?”

Nicole nodded as she visualized it. It’s not that she didn’t enjoy Waverly penetrating her with their strap-on, she just wasn’t in the mood for it too often. But it’s been a reasonable amount of time since they last did it where she could easily be in the mood for it. “Yeah, okay. Let’s do it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I think it would be hot. Honestly, I’m kind of getting turned on just thinking about it.” The redhead grinned as she scooted her torso forward on the bed and kissed the brunette, but Waverly pulled away after only a second.

“Wait, there’s something else.”

“Okay.” Nicole pulled back, giving Waverly her full attention.

“My therapist has been talking to me about how fantasizing and possibly role playing during sex can sometimes add an extra layer of stimulation.”

“I really like your therapist.” Nicole smirked as Waverly giggled and shook her head. “So what’s your fantasy?”

“Um, I was thinking…oh god, this is going to sound so dumb.” Waverly let out a nervous laugh as she buried her red cheeks into her hand.

“No way! That’s not possible Waverly.” Nicole reassured as she eventually succeeded to pull Waverly’s hands away from her face. “Tell me, I won’t laugh. Promise.”

“Okay.” Waverly took a deep breath to compose herself. “I was thinking that maybe I could…um, wear your uniform maybe?”

Nicole drew her eyebrows together. “My police uniform?”

Waverly nodded.

“You want to role play as a cop?”

She nodded again. “And maybe, you could be a civilian, and I could pull you over to write you a ticket, and you could try to seduce me to get out of the ticket, and then we could have sex on the hood of the car…and this all sounds so much more ridiculous as I’m saying it out loud.”

“No! No, I love it!” Nicole beamed as she reached out for Waverly’s hand that was tucked against her chest and entwined their fingers.

“You do?”

“Yes, it sounds super sexy. The only thing is, there’s snow everywhere. Won’t we get cold having sex outside?”

“Hmm. I’ll wear a thick coat and leg warmers underneath.”

Nicole nodded, enjoying the visual she was getting of Waverly in a Purgatory police uniform. Maybe she’d unzip the neckline a little bit lower than Nicole usually did. “Okay. And is there anything specific you want me to wear?”

“A dress.”

“A dress? But we just said it was super cold outside.” Nicole pouted.

“I know, but we need something with easy access if we’re going to use the strap-on. It’s either a dress or you wear pants and have to take them completely off…”

“Okay, fine. I’ll wear a dress.”

“If you want you can borrow my knee high boots. That’ll help keep your legs warm.”

Nicole nodded. “With the boots and a warm jacket, I should be fine. Not to mention how heated we’ll get with the actual sex part.” Nicole looked at her seductively, and Waverly lightly smacked her arm in warning. “When do you want to do it?”

“Is tomorrow night good?” Waverly asked.

“I’m supposed to be working another late shift, but I’m sure I could get Dolls to cover for me the last couple of hours. So, tomorrow it is.”

“Great! It’s a date.” Waverly beamed.

“A sex date.” Nicole corrected with a smirk.

Waverly giggled as she shook her head. “It’s a sex date.”