67. Reconnecting
Nicole sat in the patrol car in silence as she stared blankly out at the road, radar gun in hand. As soon as a car caught the corner of her eye, she sat up and checked the speed – 38 mph. She sighed as she relaxed back into the chair.
“What was it?” Dolls asked from the passenger seat.
“38. In a freaking 45.” She shook her head as she rolled her eyes. “God, don’t people speed in this town anymore?”
“It’s probably because they can see us,” he shrugged.
“Yeah well, all I want is some action. Even if it’s just a broken taillight.”
He chuckled as he shook his head. “I don’t know how you do it.”
She looked over at him with her eyebrows drawn together in question. “Do what?”
“How you’re able to just go out there and want some action after what happened. I wish I could be like that, but I just…” He lowered his head and shook it slightly in frustration.
Nicole pursed her lips and looked at him sympathetically. “I mean, what you and I went through were two completely different things. I got shot, and you—”
“Shot a kid in the back and now he’s in a wheelchair forever. He’s never going to walk again.” He blew out some air as he dropped his head back against the headrest. “We’re supposed to protect and serve.”
“You were protecting me.”
“No, I didn’t do it right.” He shook his head. “I reacted too fast. I didn’t assess the situation correctly.”
“I reacted too quickly too. If anything, it’s my fault that everything happened the way it did. I’m the one who pulled my gun on the kid.”
He sighed in defeat and slowly nodded. The car got quiet for a few moments; the silence deafening to both of them as they dwelled on past events. “Look, if we keep focusing on who’s to blame then neither of us are ever going to get past this.”
Nicole looked at him with a weak smile and nodded in agreement, when the sound of a car rapidly approaching caught her attention. She quickly pointed the radar gun out the window and waited for a reading. When the numbers popped up, she grinned excitedly. “52. What do you think?”
“I think we can at least give ‘em a warning.”
Nicole gave a quick nod as she sat up in her seat and turned the key in the ignition. After flipping on the lights, she pulled out of the spot and chased after the car.
It was only a few seconds later when the dark blue sedan pulled over, and Nicole parked behind them. “You want to do it?” She asked as she looked over at Dolls, who held his hand up and shook his head.
“All yours.”
She already knew what his answer would be, but figured she’d ask just in case. She grabbed her aluminum storage clipboard containing her ticket book and eagerly hopped out of the car. About halfway through her walk to the blue sedan, she changed her quick pace to a leisurely stroll, trying to play it cool so that she wouldn’t come off as too keen. When she reached the car, the man in the driver’s seat immediately rolled down his window.
“Afternoon, officer!” He said in a chipper voice with a grin painted on his face.
“Afternoon.” She gave a quick nod and kept her neutral facial expression. “Do you know why I pulled you over?”
“Was I going too fast, Officer…” He trailed off as he squinted his eyes to read her badge. “Haught?” He regained his smile, but it slowly faded as the wheels turned in his head. “Wait a minute… aren’t you the cop that got shot in that bar?”
Nicole gritted her teeth as she opened the clipboard to pull out her ticket book along with her pen. “You were going 52 in a 45. May I see your driver’s license please?”
“Oh, right right. That’s way too fast.” He shook his head a little too eagerly and pulled his ID out of his wallet to hand over to her.
She took the license with a tense smile and copied the information down onto the paper.
Ever since the news spread about the shooting, any time she stopped someone they always asked her if she was ‘that cop’, or gave her a funny look. And quite frankly, she was getting really sick of it. She worked so hard to not be looked at any differently from any of the other officers – especially the male officers – and yet here she was, constantly getting looks of pity.
“I suppose I’ll be getting a ticket then, huh,” the man said in a way that was more of a statement than a question.
Quite frankly, she kind of wanted to give him a ticket at this point, just for bringing up the situation in the bar and bringing down her mood. But it wasn’t worth the paperwork. So instead, she just pursed her lips and shook her head as she ripped the warning ticket off to hand to him. “Actually, I’m just going to let you off with a warning this time. Just promise me you’ll slow down.”
He took the paper with confusion washed over his face as he looked over it. “Yeah but, I think I deserve a ticket for speeding.” He handed the ticket back out for her to take back.
Well, that was definitely a first. “You actually want a speeding ticket?”
He nodded with a smile.
“So, let me get this straight. I pull you over for speeding, give you a warning, and instead you want me to write you a speeding ticket where you’ll have to pay a pricey fine and get points on your license? I’m confused…”
He shrugged. “Well, if you giving me a ticket helps you out, then I don’t mind. I want to help. Especially after what that kid did to you.” His smile grew bigger, as if he was being a hero and doing her some sort of favor.
Nicole clenched her fist around the pen and inhaled deeply through her nose, attempting to avoid showing her frustration. She shook her head and calmly put the ticket book up in her storage clipboard before looking him dead in the eyes. “If I wanted to give you a ticket, I would’ve given you a ticket. I don’t need your permission to do so, are we clear?”
He quickly shook his head. “No, I didn’t mean—”
She sternly held her hand up, effectively cutting him off. She really didn’t care to hear what he had to say. This wasn’t an argument, it was a lesson, and she was going to get the last word in. “Now, please use this warning that I’ve kindly given you to remember to slow down in the future. Got it?”
He silently nodded as he looked at the paper, obviously avoiding eye contact out of embarrassment.
“Good. Have a nice day.” She walked back to the squad car and dropped down into the seat, sighing as she aggressively buckled her seatbelt and turned the key in the ignition.
“What’s wrong?” Dolls asked in concern.
“Nothing. It’s lunch time. Want to grab something to eat?” Without even waiting for his response, she pulled out onto the street from the side of the road and headed towards town.
Dolls just nodded his head in response, considering he genuinely wasn’t sure if the question was rhetorical or not. He decided to sit quietly for the rest of the ride, knowing that Nicole wasn’t in the mood to talk, and he certainly didn’t mind the silence.
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Nicole and Waverly stood at the front door of Sam’s new apartment, which was conveniently on the first floor. Waverly had spent all afternoon helping her move boxes and small pieces of furniture before picking Nicole up from work to help them. It was a quiet car ride, which was becoming the norm these days with the officer. It seemed like Nicole just kept putting up more and more walls since the accident, and without her wanting to seek help, Waverly was at a loss. She wanted to fix everything, but she just didn’t know how. So, she gave Nicole her distance in hopes that her fiancé would eventually be ready to talk and get the help she needed so that they could work on rebuilding their relationship and moving forward. Because being where they were at the moment, frozen and stuck in the same place, really sucked.
“There you are!” Sam said excitedly as she gave Nicole a quick hug.
Nicole looked at her friend apologetically. “Sorry, I wish I could’ve gotten off sooner.”
Sam gave Nicole a knowing look as she laughed at the double meaning behind the words. When Nicole realized what she had said, she just rolled her eyes and shook her head. She felt the heat creeping up to her cheeks in awkwardness, considering she and Waverly hadn’t done anything remotely intimate in a month.
With a quick wave of her hand in dismissal, Sam replied, “It’s okay. Waverly and I got a lot done. There’s just a few more boxes left and that’s pretty much it until the movers bring the big furniture tomorrow.” She smiled and led them out to the moving truck to get the rest of the stuff.
Everything had been going well. They efficiently created an assembly line where Waverly would pass boxes from inside the truck and hand them to either Nicole or Sam, who would then carry the boxes inside. They had a pretty good groove going, until Nicole managed to carry one of her boxes inside the apartment quicker than Sam, meaning that she returned to the truck quicker too.
Waverly lifted the box and turned around to hand it over to Sam, only to find Nicole reaching out for it. She quickly pulled it back and set it down to grab different box to hand over.
“What’s wrong with that box?” Nicole asked with a slight chuckle as she pointed to the box Waverly just had in her hands.
“Nothing.” Waverly shrugged. “I’d just rather you take this one.” She attempted to hand the box out to Nicole again, but the redhead just looked at her in confusion.
“How come?”
“Just because.”
Nicole shook her head and reached out for the previous box, but the brunette kicked it back to where she couldn’t reach it. Nicole scoffed and folded her arms across her chest as she scrunched her eyebrows in frustration. “Okay, what’s your deal?”
“I just don’t want you taking that one.”
“Why?” The word came out a little more demanding than she had intended, but she was getting annoyed. Waverly was being weird, and she wanted answers. As soon as she saw the look on Waverly’s face though, she realized what the brunette had been doing. “Wait a minute, have you been giving Sam all the heavy boxes and me all the lighter ones?”
Waverly dropped the box on the floor inside the truck and sighed. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself carrying something that’s too heavy for you.”
Nicole took a step back and rested her hands on her hips as she shook her head. “Wow. Seriously, Waverly?”
“Well, excuse me for wanting you to be safe.”
Without thinking, Nicole lifted her shirt to show Waverly her abdomen. It was the first time she had ever shown the mark to Waverly, considering she didn’t need anyone’s help changing her bandages or anything. Waverly stared at it for a moment, unsure of how she was supposed to react. She knew it was a big deal that Nicole was showing her the scar, but she also knew it was the wrong time to make a big deal about it. Thankfully, Nicole broke the awkward silence…
“See, it’s all healed. Now it’s just a big, ugly scar.” She yanked her shirt down before jumping up into the truck to grab the box, and then gracefully jumping back down.
“Nicole—”
“No, you know what? I think we can take it from here. Why don’t you just go home. Calamity needs to be fed anyways.” Without even looking back to see Waverly angrily jumping out of the truck and stomping towards the Jeep, she carried the box into the apartment and aggressively dropped it on the living room floor.
“Whoa, careful with that! My rare glass collection is in there!”
Nicole quickly looked up with worried eyes. “Really?”
“No,” Sam laughed amusedly as she waved her hand around. “It’s just some books.”
Nicole rolled her eyes and groaned before heading back out towards the truck, with Sam following directly behind. As soon as the dark brunette noticed that the third member of their team was missing, she looked around in confusion.
“Where’s Waverly?”
“She went home,” Nicole answered dryly as she grabbed another heavy box from the back of the truck before heading back towards the apartment.
Sam stood there for a moment, trying to figure out what happened, before finally chasing after Nicole to get her answers. “What do you mean she went home?”
“I mean, she went home.” Nicole dropped the box in the same manner as the other one and started to head back out, but was stopped by Sam pulling her back.
“Okay, wait, stop for a second. Sit down.” She led Nicole towards the couch by the hand and the redhead plopped down beside her friend – who had her feet up on the couch facing Nicole with her right elbow resting on the back of the couch and her right hand balled into a fist against her cheek – as she let out a frustrated sigh. “Okay, what happened?”
“I’m just so sick of everyone treating me like a baby! Yeah, I got shot. But I’m not shot anymore. There are no bullets in me. I’m all healed now, but just because this one thing happened to me everyone acts like I’m fragile.”
“Maybe it’s because you’ve been closing yourself off? You may be physically healed, but we both know that you’re not completely recovered from what happened.”
“Well I’m recovered enough to do my job without any handouts. And I’m certainly recovered enough to carry some damn boxes!” She huffed as she folded her arms tightly across her chest and sunk deeper into the couch.
Sam lifted an eyebrow as she looked over at the redhead. “Who was trying to give you a handout?”
“Just some guy I pulled over for speeding. I let him off with a warning, but he wanted me to give him a ticket, like that would somehow make up for getting shot.” She let out a breathy chuckle.
“Okay, well that guy was just being super patronizing in order to boost his own ego. But Waverly actually cares about you and wants to help you, not to make herself feel better, but because she loves you. She’s your fiancé, and she’s worried about you. Don’t you think you might have been just a little bit harsh on her?” She drew out the word ‘little’ with a high-pitched tone.
Nicole shrugged. “Maybe I was. A little.” She sighed as she sat up. “I know she cares about me and it’s all out of the kindness of her beautiful heart, but it’s just too much sometimes. I don’t need someone to hold my hand and tell me what I can and can’t do. I need someone to support me and tell me that I’m going to be okay. That everything is going to be okay again, and that I can still be the person I was before, even without…” She trailed off while looking down at her torso as she rested her hand over her lower abdomen and patted it gently a couple of times. “Without half of my reproductive system.”
Sam lowered her arm to lay across the back of the couch. “Well, have you told her that?”
Nicole shook her head. “I haven’t.”
“Then do that, doofus!” She playfully shoved the redhead, earning a groan in response.
“I know, I know. It’s just not that easy to be vulnerable.”
“But it’s Waverly. You’re going to marry her. If you’re able to be vulnerable with me, then you should be able to be vulnerable with her.”
She always hated when Sam was right, because that usually resulted in Sam rubbing it in her face, and thinking that she was always right just because she was right one time. But in this case, Sam was definitely right. And Nicole knew that, but she didn’t like it any better. She let out a long and drawn out sigh before saying the dreadful words, “You’re right.”
“I’m sorry, can you repeat that one more time?” Sam said in a serious tone as she reached into her back pocket and pulled out her phone. “I want to get a recording of this to set as your ringtone for when you call or text me.”
Nicole lightly backhanded Sam in the arm before standing up from the couch. “You’re annoying, do you know that?”
“Yes, but I’m also right. Do you know that?”
Nicole rolled her eyes as she walked away towards the front door to grab some more boxes, with Sam pestering her on the way out.
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When Nicole rode into the driveway from the passenger’s side of Sam’s car, she noticed that all of the lights were out except for the lamp in their bedroom...which meant that Waverly was in bed, waiting for her; and more specifically, waiting for an apology. She said her goodbyes to Sam and walked into the house, practicing what she was going to say in her head.
When she reached the top of the stairs, she noticed the bedroom door was slightly cracked open. She paused for a moment and took in one last deep breath before pushing the door open, and locking eyes with Waverly as she looked up from the book she was reading.
“Hey,” Waverly said with a small smile. She set her book down on the bedside table before sitting up a little more. “Did you guys get everything?”
Nicole slowly shut the door behind her as she looked at Waverly in surprise. She had been expecting the brunette to be a little more upset, but she seemed perfectly fine. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, we got everything out and returned the moving truck.”
“Good.” Waverly nodded her head as she continued to smile.
“Yeah,” Nicole smiled back. She was a little unsure about Waverly’s unexpected mood, so she decided to just accept it with caution.
After brushing her teeth, Nicole grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants from the dresser before making her way over to her side of the bed. She turned around and pulled her slacks down before kicking them off.
Waverly glanced over, catching full sight of Nicole’s boyshorts-covered ass as she picked up her uniform pants and folded them neatly. She pulled her gray sweatpants up over her hips and immediately lifted her shirt up over her head, leaving her in just her baggy sweatpants and a black sports bra.
Waverly studied the woman’s back intently. She watched the muscles moving and flexing as Nicole picked up her t-shirt and prepared it to put over her head. She bit her bottom lip as she stared at the redhead for as long as she could, trying to savor the image, before Nicole pulled the shirt over her head and slipped into bed underneath the covers. Waverly quickly looked away, hoping Nicole wouldn’t notice how turned on she was right now. It had been so long that even the smallest things made her aroused; and she didn’t always do anything about it. She hadn’t even touched herself in about a week, and she was just now starting to feel how much her body craved to be touched. She subtly squeezed her thighs together as she swallowed thickly.
“I’m sorry for being an ass earlier,” Nicole finally said as she stared down at her fingers picking at some loose threads in the comforter.
Waverly looked over at Nicole. “What do you mean?”
She turned her head to look at Waverly, making eye contact. “Before, at Sam’s. When I snapped at you. I was being an ass.”
A small, reassuring smile spread across Waverly’s face as she slightly shook her head. “It’s okay. I was being overprotective.”
“You weren’t though. You were being just the right amount of protective. I know how worried you are about me, and I love you for that. But it’s all just so frustrating.” Nicole sighed as she leaned back against the headboard and looked down at her lap in thought.
Waverly hesitantly brought her hand up to Nicole’s hair, but when Nicole relaxed more into the touch, Waverly took it as a sign of approval and ran her fingers through vibrant hair as she allowed the woman to collect her thoughts.
“It’s just a lot for me, you know? I’m not used to being in a situation like this where I can’t control something about myself and I have to be patient. I know the wound is recovered, but I still have a long way to go to get back to where I was before, and that scares the shit out of me because I don’t know if I can ever get back to that.”
Waverly tried her best not to look at Nicole with pity as she waited for the redhead to continue.
“And when people try to help me out, it makes me feel weak.” She looked up at Waverly. “I know you mean well, but when you tell me I can’t do stuff, it makes me feel weak. And I can’t handle that.”
Waverly nodded in understanding. “I won’t do it anymore, scout’s honor.” She held up three fingers and winked, earning a chuckle from Nicole before continuing. “So, what do you need from me then? Is there anything I can do that will help?”
“I just want you to tell me everything will be okay.” She sighed and dropped her head.
“Hey,” Waverly said softly as she gently turned Nicole’s head to look at her. “Everything will be okay. We’re going to get you through this, however you need to. Okay?”
Nicole nodded as she pursed her lips and exhaled through her nose. She noticed Waverly begin to lean in closer, and flitted her eyes down to the brunette’s soft lips, before they made contact with her own in a gentle kiss.
They hadn’t meant for the kiss to go on for that long, but neither of them could pull away. The soft, tender movements progressively turned into more needy and passionate ones. Nicole moved her hand underneath Waverly’s tank top and brushed her knuckles across the skin above her hips, eliciting a whimper from the brunette. Taking this as a sign to move forward, Waverly tugged at Nicole’s shirt, but before she could get any further, Nicole pulled back and looked at Waverly with hesitant eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Nicole said as she shook her head. She could feel the guilt begin to bubble up inside. “I just don’t think I’m—”
“It’s okay,” Waverly replied with a soft smile. She dragged her fingertips up Nicole’s forearm, and the redhead watched with attentive eyes as goosebumps formed all over her body. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment and she swallowed thickly before opening them again.
“It’s not that I’m not turned on, because I am. I just don’t think I could handle being touched. I don’t know, is that stupid?”
Waverly quickly shook her head. “No, that’s not stupid. After what you’ve been through, I think that’s normal.” She paused for a moment as an idea hit her, and a mischievous smirk spread across her face.
Nicole looked at Waverly in curiosity. “What?”
“I have an idea.” Waverly sat up and lifted her tank top above her head, giving Nicole only a few seconds to take in the image of her breasts sitting perfectly in her maroon bra before unhooking it and throwing it to the floor – leaving her with an even better view.
With slightly widened eyes, Nicole asked in confusion, “What are you doing?”
But Waverly didn’t reply. Instead, she just smiled at Nicole as she laid down on the bed and lifted her hips to drag her cotton shorts down her legs. She dragged her fingertips up her torso towards her chest to grab her breasts. She unashamedly moaned when she tugged at her nipples with both hands, catching each one between her fingers and the fleshy part of her palms, before slowly sliding her flattened right hand down her abdomen and slipping it underneath the waistband of her panties. As soon as her fingers slid through her wet folds, she pushed her eyebrows together and gasped. She was so aroused that the touch triggered what felt like electricity shooting throughout her entire body at full speed. Her eyebrows relaxed and she bit her bottom lip as the corners of her mouth tugged up into a satisfied smile. She looked over at Nicole, and tried not to laugh at the woman staring at her with wide eyes and her jaw practically hitting the mattress.
“Is this okay?” Waverly asked in a soft, sultry voice.
Nicole had to force herself to nod, considering she had momentarily forgotten how to move her body. She didn’t even realize how long it had been since she’d seen Waverly like that, and she didn’t realize how much she missed it until now. She felt her arousal starting to pool between her legs as she stared at the brunette; her right hand moving between her legs underneath the teal fabric of her panties as her left hand continued to squeeze one of her breasts. When she realized Waverly was giving her a look that indicated that she was waiting for verbal confirmation, Nicole quickly spoke…
“Yes. Yeah, yes, this is okay. This is really okay.” She fervently nodded as she shifted her eyes between Waverly’s hands on her body, and her eyes.
“Good. Because I’m so horny right now that I don’t even think I could stop even if I tried.” She continued to move her first two fingers up and down around her entrance, still not yet touching her clit. When she decided that she was worked up enough, she lifted her hips again and slid her panties down her legs.
Nicole licked her lips when she noticed the crotch of the fabric stick to Waverly’s center for a brief moment before releasing in a spring-like motion. She watched Waverly get settled back into the mattress to run her fingers up and down a few more times before steadily bringing them up to her sensitive bud for the first time. The sound of Waverly’s moan hit Nicole’s ears, and it was almost as if she could feel it herself as her own clit twitched in excitement.
“Fuck, Waves” Nicole whispered. She hadn’t really had much of a sex drive lately, and she was beginning to feel the build-up of not having had an orgasm in a few weeks hit her at full force.
Waverly opened her eyes and looked at Nicole. Her pupils were blown with arousal and pleasure. “It feels so good baby.”
“Shit,” Nicole said under her breath. She couldn’t take it anymore. She pushed the covers down and swung her legs over so that she was on top of them like Waverly. Without taking her eyes off of the brunette’s center, she pushed her hand down the front of her sweatpants, underneath her boyshorts, and straight into her arousal. A guttural moaned escaped from the back of her throat and she shivered at the sensation.
“Oh my god” was all Nicole could say. She didn’t ever want this feeling to end.
“Are you wet baby?” Waverly asked as she drew large circles around her own clit while rolling one nipple between her fingers before moving to the other one.
Nicole nodded. “Mhm,” she hummed through pursed lips. “I’m so wet. Jesus, I don’t think I’ve actually ever been this wet before.”
Waverly gasped as she felt a surge of arousal shoot straight to her center at the words. “That’s so fucking hot, Nic. You’re gonna make me come so fast.” It wasn’t long after the words left her mouth that she had an idea. “I love it when you touch me like this baby. Your fingers feel so good.”
Nicole looked over in confusion at first, but then realized what Waverly was doing. She didn’t need any time to decide whether or not she wanted to play along. “Yeah? You like when I rub your clit like that?”
With a fervent nod of her head, Waverly rasped, “Yes baby. Oh god, yes. It feels so good.”
Nicole slowed down her pace on her own clit, not wanting to reach her orgasm too quickly – even though she really wanted it right now. Instead, she moved her fingers on the outsides of her clit and slowly ran them along the insides of her slick folds. “I want to feel inside you. Can I feel inside you baby?”
Without hesitation, Waverly moved her fingers down and slipped one finger inside with ease. She moved in and out slowly as she dragged her curved finger along her wall, groaning at the feeling of pleasure.
Nicole was now using her wrist to slide her fingers along the outside of her clit at a moderate pace. She knew that if she went any faster, she would push herself into her climax, and she wanted to hold off until Waverly was close enough.
“Can you add another finger baby?” Waverly asked in a tone that sounded nearly like a whine.
“Yeah baby,” Nicole panted.
Waverly pushed in a second finger, and inhaled sharply before exhaling out a long moan. “Fuck, Nicole…that’s good. That’s so, so good. God, you’re so deep inside me. How do you always know how to touch me in just the right ways?”
Nicole felt her center twitch at the words. “I always want to make you feel good, baby. I love feeling you around my fingers, pulsing around me in warning. I can already feel how close you are.”
“Fuck” Waverly hissed. She closed her eyes tight and moved her fingers faster inside of her.
“Want me to touch your clit baby?”
“Mhm,” Waverly nodded. But just as she was about to move her left hand down to her clit, she felt Nicole’s fingers on her. She looked down and saw pale skin circling her as she pumped her own fingers at a matched speed, and she nearly lost it. Nicole was touching her, for real, and the thought of that alone sent her hurdling into an orgasm so strong that she couldn’t stop herself even if she tried. She reached over with her freehand and grabbed onto Nicole’s forearm, holding on for support, as she felt herself contracting around her fingers.
“Nicole, I’m coming! Oh fuck…s-so…good unghh,” Waverly moaned as she writhed around on the bed.
Nicole watched the brunette’s strong abdominal muscles contracting as she repeatedly lifted herself up a bit before dropping back down, as if she were doing crunches. She slowed down her pace on Waverly’s clit, patiently waiting for her to remove her fingers from her core. When she did – with a heavy sigh – Nicole immediately dropped her fingers down and gave lazy strokes up and down the brunette’s center, enjoying the way the woman’s arousal coated her fingers.
“Are you gonna come too baby?” Waverly asked in a languid tone.
Nicole was so wrapped up in feeling Waverly, that she had completely forgotten about her own fingers moving through her folds on autopilot. She moved her fingers directly on her clit and began to draw quick circles, already feeling herself approaching her orgasm. She nodded as her panting became more and more apparent. “Yeah, I’m gonna come Waves.” She moved her left hand from Waverly’s center to up above her head and grabbed onto the pillow.
Waverly bit her bottom lip as she watched Nicole’s hand moving underneath her baggy gray sweatpants, and she could’ve sworn it was the sexiest thing ever. “Can I feel your hand?”
Nicole nodded. She wasn’t even sure if she knew what Waverly was asking in the haze of her arousal, but she would’ve said yes to just about anything at this point, seeing as the only thing on her mind right now was releasing all of the built-up tension.
While still keeping her distance just in case, Waverly reached over with her right hand and rested it gently on top of Nicole’s over the fabric, feeling it rapidly moving underneath. Almost immediately, Nicole’s breathing began to pick up pace. She moved her hand from the pillow to one of Waverly’s breasts, squeezing the fleshy mound against her palm.
Waverly smiled as she watched. She loved that Nicole was using her body to get herself off. It made everything feel so much more intimate. With the rate that Nicole’s hand was moving between her legs, and the rapid progression of her panting, Waverly knew that it would take just a little bit of dirty talk to get Nicole coming in her pants.
“I love it when you jerk off for me baby. It’s so fucking sexy watching you touch yourself.” She gently squeezed Nicole’s hand between her legs while simultaneously pushing her chest up a little more into Nicole’s palm, and the woman’s panting became slightly more vocal as her hips began to rock. “That’s right baby, make yourself come for me. I want you to make a mess in your pants so that they’re absolutely ruined.” She punctuated her statement with a high-pitched moan, just for show. “God I want to suck you off so badly. I just want to wrap my lips around you and suck on you until you’re coming in my mouth—”
“Unnngh shit! Ohhh god!” Nicole brought her hand from Waverly’s breast to her own inner thigh and squeezed as she pushed her hips up into her stilled hand, putting pressure on her clit as she felt what was probably the most intense orgasm of her life. She could feel the several days of pent-up frustration in every single contraction. It was so intense that anything more than stilled pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves was too much for her.
Waverly was in awe as she watched Nicole moaning and squirming for at least a full minute. All she really wanted to do was just hold her fiancé, but she knew she couldn’t without permission. And now definitely wasn’t the time to ask for it. So instead, she watched from her side of the bed; roaming her eyes up and down the redhead’s clothed body as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. Witnessing Nicole experience such an incredible orgasm made her aroused again, and she was already craving to touch herself some more.
She debated whether or not to do so as she impatiently dragged her nails across her abdomen. Should she wait until Nicole was finished? Would it be okay to have a second orgasm when Nicole had only just had her first?
…Fuck it, she finally thought to herself, and swiftly brought her fingers down to her clit. She circled rapidly, already feeling herself getting close.
As Nicole felt herself coming down from her high, she relaxed into the mattress with her eyes closed and caught her breath. It only took a few moments for her to realize that the mattress was slightly moving, and small closed-mouth moans were coming from the woman beside her. With a furrowed brow, she opened her eyes and turned her head to see Waverly already back at it again. She chuckled and shook her head – not in judgement, but in amazement.
“You gonna have another one?”
Waverly hastily nodded her head. “Mhm,” she replied with her bottom lip caught between her teeth in concentration.
“Good. I love it when you come. And don’t hold back. I want to hear how good you feel.”
Waverly opened her mouth – releasing her lip in the process – as the closed-mouth moans turned into loud open-mouthed moans. The sounds became louder and louder, until screams of pleasure were rebounding off of the walls of their bedroom, and Waverly was hit with another satisfying orgasm.
“OH FUCK!”
A string of various curse words and moans filled the room as Waverly rode out her second orgasm, and Nicole couldn’t help but smile. When Waverly let out a sigh of satisfaction while relaxing into the bed, Nicole reached over and grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers as she brushed her thumb along the knuckle of Waverly’s index finger.
Waverly opened her eyes halfway and gave her fiancé a lazy smile. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay,” Nicole replied with a reassuring smile. “I really liked that.”
“Me too.” Waverly scooted a little bit closer towards Nicole until the redhead happily embraced her in her arms. Waverly wrapped her arm around the redhead’s torso as she comfortably rested her head on her chest.
“Waves, I’m really sorry I haven’t been…in the mood lately.”
Waverly shook her head as she hugged Nicole a little tighter. “It’s okay. This was worth waiting for.” She chuckled lightly as she began to fall asleep.
Nicole nodded while she stared up at the ceiling. She let her mind wander a bit before speaking again. “I think I’m going to start talking to someone.”
“Yeah yeah, that’ll be good. Talking is good. Good…talking…” Waverly mumbled as her breathing became slower and heavier.
Nicole looked down to see the brunette’s eyes closed and her muscles fully relaxed. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” she whispered with a small smile before kissing the top of Waverly’s head and getting comfortable. She started to drift off only a few minutes later, making it the first night in weeks that it didn’t take her hours to fall asleep; and hopefully, the first night without a single bad dream.