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They had been up late working over a case that had Wynonna out all night with Dolls, staking out a local farm for any sign of their killer. This left Waverly and Nicole going over the younger Earp’s research in the kitchen of the Homestead trying to find another lead.
Without Wynonna’s usual interruption, Nicole was becoming distracted by her beautiful, brilliant wife pouring over her research trying to find the vampire on a rampage across the Ghost River Triangle. There was something about the way Waverly furrows her brow, chewing lightly on her bottom lip in concentration that makes Nicole’s heart flutter every time, even after four years of marriage.
She makes her way round the table, sitting herself in the chair next to Waverly, her body turned to face the younger woman.
“Baby,” she says, stretching out the word, her hand comes up to rest on Waverly’s thigh and running gently over smooth skin. “Do you wanna take a break with me?” She leans in closer, lips brushing the brunettes ear as she speaks. She moves her lips over her neck leaving a trail of kisses in her wake. “We have the house to ourselves, for once.” She says against her skin.
“We need to get this research done, hopefully we can find a lead on this guy,” she says, though it’s not very convincing, too distracted by the wonder that is her wife’s lips on her neck. Her hand comes up to cup the back of Nicole’s head, holding her in place.
“I’m a woman of action baby, you know that,” the Sheriff says smugly, grinning against soft skin.
She moves her lips to a sharp jaw line just about to connect their lips when Waverly speaks again. “You’re ridiculous is what you are,” she retorts with a light chuckle.
Nicole pouts, pulling back with a whine. Waverly points her pen toward her wife. “As cute as that is its’s not going to work,” she says disapprovingly. “Besides whining is so not the way to get me in the mood, baby,” she adds with a wink, then turns back to her research.
“We’ve been at it all evening, babe,” she complains. “When we could’ve been at it all evening,” she finishes with a suggestive smirk, reaching forward to pull Waverly’s chair closer.
This earns an eye roll and a hand on her chest keeping her at bay. “Nic, just let me finish this, okay? Give me like five minutes.” She leaves a placating kiss on her lips, then turns back to the book she was reading.
“If we make it two minutes, I’ll do that special thing that you like so much,” Nicole bargains, leaning closer to Waverly again.
Waverly turns to face her, listening more intently. “You know, with my tongue and the -” She’s cut off by the brunette standing abruptly grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the stairs.
“Okay, time for a break. Let’s go,” she says as she pulls the grinning redhead with her up to their bedroom.
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Hours Nicole lies awake in bed, not able to sleep with too much on her mind. Beside her Waverly sleeps soundly. She looks at her wife, watching her sleep for a minute, taking in her beauty. Nicole feels so lucky in these moments, so grateful for how her life has turned out.
She smiles to herself as she whispers, “Baby.” She waits for a moment to see if she shows any signs of waking.
“Waves? Are you awake?” she asks leaning over her body gently to see if she is. She brushes a stray hair from her face placing a light kiss on her cheek.
The action and her words earn her a soft groan, Waverly turning in her half sleep, seeking out the warmth of Nicoles body. Her hands fist in the front of her shirt pulling her in closing, snuggling her face into a warm chest.
The action warms her heart and she takes a moment to relish in the feel of her wife’s warm body pressed against her. She wraps her arms around her, holding her closer for a moment.
“Are you okay?” she hears mumbled against her chest. She hums in question, “You woke me up?”
“Oh, yeah sorry. Just thinking,” Nicole murmurs.
“What’s got you thinking at this time?” Waverly asks, shifting slightly to prop herself up on an elbow, head resent on her hand to look down at her wife. She brings her other hand to rest on Nicole’s chest, rubbing soothing circles into the soft skin.
“Did you know that squirrels are the number one cause of power outages in the US?” she asks, looking at the bemused look on Waverly’s face and continuing on, “Yeah they did research and everything. Apparently they chew through the electrical insulation.” She shrugs, like it’s the most normal thing in the world to be talking about at three in the morning .
“You woke me up because you’re thinking about squirrels?” Waverly asks, confused and annoyed about being woken for something so trivial.
“Yeah, they even made this thing called The Squirrel Index to track it and everything.” The redhead looks pleased with herself as if this is vital knowledge that she is imparting.
“I’m sure this would be cute at another time baby, but it’s 3am and you really wore me out earlier,” - she sees the smirk forming on Nicole’s lips - “and I really wanna sleep.” She gives her a soft kiss, then tucks herself into the crook of Nicole’s neck, putting her arm over a lithe waist and pulling her close.
“Yeah, okay. Sorry,” Nicole says quietly, kissing her head and putting her arms around her, returning her embrace.
A while passes with Nicole still awake, Waverly appears to be drifting off in her arms. “Do you think they know what they’re doing or is it accidental?”
“Ugh, baby,” the brunette groans against her chest. “Go to sleep.”
“I’m trying!” she insists. “I just can’t stop thinking of these little squirrels like planning out their attacks. Ya know like one of ‘em gets hit by a car and they decide to get their revenge or something?”
She looks dead serious as she says it and Waverly can’t help herself, she bursts out laughing, despite how tired she is. “Oh my god, baby. You’ve put way too much thought into this,” she struggles out between laughs.
After a moment Nicole joins her in laughing, full-bellied and genuine and it feels like such a pure moment between them, she takes note of it wanting to save this memory. Waverly laughing on top of her, eyes crinkled and grin on display, completely at ease.
“It’s a genuine question, babe!” she insists once the laughing has subsided, leaving content smiles and aching ribs.
“I love you, Nicole Haught,” Waverly says, hand on her cheek again. She pulls her in for a languid kiss.
Hands come up to rest on her hips. “I love you too, baby.” she says, returning the kiss tongue teasing at her lips. “But seriously, do you think they plan it?” she whispers with a grin, lips brushing Waverly’s as she speaks.
Waverly laughs again, “Sure, baby. Why not?”