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“It’s over, Waverly. Just put the gun down,” Nicole coaxed, her arms still raised in surrender. The gun pressed to the back of her head, her heart rapidly thumping against her ribcage. She heard the soft click of the hammer pulling back and she suppressed a shudder.
“Not a chance.”
Nicole let out a deep, ragged breath before quickly spinning, her arms coming up in a quick disarming technique she had learned in the academy. It was so quick Waverly wasn’t able to keep her hold on the gun, and her eyes widened as Nicole turned it back on her.
Although the redhead preferred to fight without weapons in this scenario.
She unloaded and tossed the gun over to the side, raising her fists and dropping her leg back in her sparring stance. Waverly smirked, reflecting the movements with her own body.
“You still have to teach me how to do that one, you know,” Waverly pointed out as they slowly started to circle the mat.
Nicole shrugged. “I will. When we’re done here.”
She threw a jab, which was easily blocked. Then another, and another, then a high kick which Waverly expertly parried. She grabbed Nicole’s ankle, twisting it and landing the taller woman on the ground. Nicole huffed, face first into the mat.
Her girlfriend was hot when she kicked her ass, but it was still a huge blow to her ego.
“Had enough yet?” Waverly said lowly, her breath ghosting the shell of the redhead’s ear. Nicole could feel the smaller girl’s weight above her; Waverly having moved to straddle her back.
Nicole smirked.
“Not quite.”
She flipped quickly, her back now on the floor as Waverly tightened her thighs around Nicole’s hips to stay upright.
Suddenly, Nicole had a brilliant idea.
Absolute genius, if she did say so herself.
She let her hands drift up the brunette’s thighs slowly, the feather light touch barley there against the material of Waverly’s yoga pants. But it was enough, and Nicole could see the girl’s throat bob roughly as she swallowed.
Then Nicole striked.
Tilting her hips up, she used the distraction and the power in her core as the guiding force to flip their position. Waverly let out a high pitched yelp, her arms flailing as she landed on her back. Nicole settled her weight above her, her hips slotted perfectly in between Waverly’s legs and applying the perfect amount of pressure on Waverly’s core.
Waverly visibly bit back a groan.
“This is starting to feel a little unfair, Haught,” the brunette husked, her eyes darkening rapidly. Her legs tightened around Nicole’s middle, pulling the redhead harder into herself. Nicole held herself above the girl, her arms bracketing either side of Waverly’s head.
“Well then… maybe you should tap out,” Nicole suggested, her voice low and seductive as she worked her charm. More importantly, as she worked to get under the brunette’s skin.
Waverly’s eyes twinkled mischievously under the lights of the training room at the sheriff's station. Her eyes flicked down to the redhead’s lips, and she leaned forward a fraction, her breath tracing Nicole’s lips. Nicole held her breath, the proximity causing her brain to short circuit like it always did when they were in positions like this.
The effect her girlfriend had on her was completely unfair, and Nicole didn’t have time to process Waverly’s next move until it was too late.
She rolled them over, rolling her hips fluidly and grinding down on the redhead’s stomach. Nicole let out a guttural, honest to god growl at the action. Reaching forward, she grasped Waverly’s hips and pulled the woman flush against her, eliciting a gasp from the brunette.
“You should really learn when to quit,” Nicole murmured.
Waverly quirked her brow, a smirk playing at her lips.
“Really?” she lilted, her tone smug. “Because the way I see it, I’m on top.”
This time it was Nicole’s turn to smirk, her dimple popping slightly as her eyes searched the brunette’s face.
“Maybe for now, but you and I both know it never stays that way.”
Nicole flipped them again, quickly pinning Waverly’s hands above her head before the brunette could grasp the situation and her sudden lack of control. Gripping Waverly’s wrists tightly, she leaned forward, nipping at the hinge of the woman’s jaw in a playful tease. Waverly shivered under her, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish…” the brunette warned, although her voice held no authority. It was pure, unadulterated lust and need.
It was desperate.
Nicole trailed her lips up, her kisses growing hotter before finally stopping at Waverly’s lips. She hovered there, just for a moment, to breathe out one final reply.
“We both know I have no problem finishing.”
With that, their lips crashed together, the heat of the moment and the desire built up from their training session finally breaking the tension between them. Truthfully, they hadn’t really gotten much time alone these days. Between Wynonna, Doc, Jeremy, Nedley, and Dolls; there was always someone around them, and always demons that needed to be dealt with.
The only time they actually got alone now was when everyone else was off on a mission from Dolls, or when the two girls secluded themselves to go train.
Although their sessions never exactly went quite like this.
Nicole had to admit, the pent up sexual frustration was real, and it had been showing. She had been a lot more snippy towards the rest of the team lately, and Waverly had been acting similarly. Even Wynonna had made a few sly comments about how they both needed to get laid, resulting in an eye roll and a scoff.
But now…
Well.
Waverly was underneath her, moaning and writhing as their lips moved together and their hands wandered with a purpose. All Nicole could process was her girlfriend and the way her body felt against her own. It didn’t even occur to her that they were in the middle of one of the main rooms of a busy police station, and anyone could walk in at any moment.
That was, until a loud crash came from outside of the door.
They both jolted, their heads whipping towards the door and Waverly’s legs still wrapped tightly around Nicole’s hips, pulling her down. Their chests heaved as they caught their breath, and Nicole slowly turned her head back to Waverly’s as she looked down at her.
“That was close,” Waverly panted, before moving up to attach her lips to the redhead’s neck. Nicole shivered, her eyes closing as she worked to keep her head in the current moment and not lose herself in the feeling.
They couldn’t do this. Not here.
“Wave… we need to stop.”
Waverly hummed against the redhead’s collarbone, nipping lightly at the skin. “Nicole, we haven’t had time to ourselves in weeks. At this point, if we have to stop, I’m going to explode.”
Nicole released a shaky breath, her body completely betraying her mind as it gave in to Waverly’s touch. She knew it was a horrible idea. She knew it was only going to result in them getting caught in a compromising position.
But she couldn’t argue with Waverly here. She was just as desperate.
She wasn’t sure she could stop at this point either.
Waverly pulled away, as if sensing the redhead’s dilemma. She looked up into dark mocha eyes, almost black in their desire. “We… can stop, though. If you don’t want to,” she said slowly.
“ No ,” Nicole blurted, surprising herself and Waverly at the outburst. “I-I mean, we just can’t do this here ,” she clarified.
Waverly furrowed her brow. “Well, Wynonna and the team are all at the homestead, Nedley’s in his office…” she trailed off as she thought out loud. She smirked. “What do you suggest?”
Nicole looked down at the mat, thinking to herself. With the rest of the team at the homestead, that made it harder to get caught here . But there was still Nedley, and the last thing she needed was her boss catching them doing… well, anything.
They couldn’t go back to Nicole’s house either. Not with the redhead still on the clock.
However, there was still one more option…
“I think…” Nicole started, a smug grin slowly forming on her face. “I think I have an idea.”
*****
“This is insane, right?” Waverly asked as she stared at the dark, open field before them. Nicole had driven them out to the edge of town in her cruiser so they could have some peace and quiet. “You could, like, lose your job if we got caught doing this.”
“I’m the goddamn deputy Sheriff of Purgatory, baby. The only person I have to answer to is me,” Nicole whispered as she leaned in, before pausing with a shrug. “And Nedley, but that’s not important.” She attached her lips to her girlfriend’s neck, trailing a line down the column of her throat. Waverly forgot the rebuttal on the tip of her tongue when Nicole’s velvety lips started to suck on her pulse point. “I got a call about a brunette that needed to be frisked. Is that you ma’am?” Nicole husked out, and Waverly felt a pool of wetness soak her underwear at the slight drawl in the redhead’s words and the vibrations against her skin.
“Pretty sure I said fucked not frisked,” Waverly deadpanned, and Nicole moaned into the brunette’s neck.
“That can be arranged, ma’am,” Nicole replied as she reached beneath her seat and pulled the lever to move her seat back. When it was as far back as it could go, Nicole reached over the console and in one swift motion, she moved Waverly from the passenger seat to her lap.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to ride you in this car.” Waverly hungrily pressed her lips to her girlfriend’s as she spoke. She grabbed for Nicole’s right hand that was resting on her hip, and placed it down the front of her yoga pants.
Nicole immediately turned her palm up and slowly slid her fingers through the brunette’s wet folds, a low groan escaping her lips at the touch.
“You’re already so wet for me,” Nicole whispered in between kisses, and she could feel Waverly’s smirk against her lips.
“I’m always wet for you, deputy.” The brunette pulled back for a split second so she could make eye contact with her girlfriend. Nicole’s eyes darkened as she removed her hand from Waverly’s waistband.
The redhead brought her fingers to her lips and slowly sucked them into her mouth. Both girls let out a moan at the action. Waverly was pretty sure she had never seen anything sexier, and Nicole was fairly certain she had never tasted anything sweeter.
“I want you soaking.” Nicole removed her fingers from her mouth and slipped them back into Waverly’s pants. As soon as they found her wet slit again, her two fingers slid down until they were circling her entrance. Knowing Waverly was more than ready for her, Nicole inserted both fingers into her girlfriend. Waverly threw her head back, a loud groan escaping her lips as Nicole pumped in and out of her at a steady pace.
Waverly shoved herself down onto Nicole’s fingers as the redhead continued to pump her fingers. When the redhead’s thumb brushed over her clit, Waverly let out a string of curse words and leaned her forehead against her girlfriend’s.
Sensing that the brunette was close, Nicole used her other hand to raise Waverly’s tank top and sports bra. When her breasts were freed, the redhead took one of the hardening buds into her mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” Waverly moaned, her right hand tangling in the redhead’s braid. With Nicole’s tongue circling her nipple at the same pace that her thumb was circling her clit, Waverly could feel her orgasm building in the pit of her stomach.
“Come for me, Waves,” Nicole whispered as her fingers curled inside the brunette and made contact with her velvety walls.
Waverly had never been able to deny the redhead anything.
And today was no different.
The redhead’s request sent Waverly over the edge, and she leaned her head back as she screamed her girlfriend’s name.
Nicole had never been quite fond of her name. She would have never chosen it for herself.
However, she was fairly certain that there was no better name for her when she heard it fall from Waverly’s lips mid orgasm.
Nicole reclined her seat and pulled the still panting brunette down onto her chest. Waverly grinned when she felt how fast Nicole’s heart was beating.
Her own was in a speed race with it.
“I love you,” Waverly whispered in the silence. Nicole placed a kiss to her girlfriend’s slightly damp forehead.
“I love you too, Waverly Earp,” Nicole replied as she enunciated each word with a kiss.
“Deputy Haught, come in.”
And just like that, their peace and quiet was over.
When the radio loudly invaded the silence, Waverly jumped back, her shoulder blades hitting the steering wheel and setting off the horn.
Both girls fell into a laughing frenzy, and Nicole couldn’t catch her breath long enough to pick up her radio and answer.
“Deputy Haught, come in.”
Waverly grabbed at the device and shoved it into her girlfriend’s hands. Nicole attempted to pull herself together long enough to respond back.
“This is Haught,” Nicole spoke into the radio.
“There have been reports of another brawl at Shorty’s. I know your shift doesn’t start again for another 30 minutes…”
“I’ll be there in ten,” Nicole cut him off as she shot Waverly an apologetic look. The brunette just shook her head and planted a kiss to the redhead’s lips to let her know that she wasn’t mad.
When Nicole placed the radio back on its stand, Waverly slid off of her lap and back into the passenger seat.
“Can we use the sirens?” The brunette giggled as she clapped giddily, and Nicole could not believe that the girl who just told her to fuck her and the one who was clapping excitedly in her front seat were the same person. All because she would get to ride with the sirens on.
Nicole smirked as she turned on the sirens. “Anything for you, my love.”