Wayhaught Smut (Most Likely To Be Put On Hold Forver.)

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"I love you, you know?"

"Of course." Waverly's lips were soft but strong against Nicole's. The cop dragged the kiss out longer than necessary. Waves was a drug.

"Be right back," she promised, kissing her girlfriend again briefly before getting out of bed and searching for clothing. Waverly propped herself up on her elbow and admired the fit, naked form before her. She knew every nuance of her girlfriend's pale body and was very proud of that fact as Nicole carefully pulled on a pink pair of Waverly's sweatpants (which were much too short) and tugged a sportsbra over her head. "I need a drink of water," the red-head said.

"Bring me one?" Waverly asked. Nicole smiled.

"Sure," she said, opening the door and quietly padding towards the staircase.

The old Earp homestead was quiet. The wind that usually whistled through the old clapboards had died down. The only sound was the old grandfather clock in the living room. It slowly ticked away the minutes with an executioner's punctuality. The regular ticks creeped Nicole out.

She hurried to the kitchen, neglecting to perform a cop's perimeter check before taking up a glass and turning on the tap.

"Officer Haught," came a deep drawl behind her. Nicole jumped and cursed out loud, cracking the glass against the sink. Thankfully it didn't break.

She turned and saw a muscled, dark figure seated at the dining room table, a green mug sitting in front of him. "Jesus Christ, Dolls," she breathed. "You scared the living daylights out of me."

He was shirtless, but smiled with a sense of propriety as he replied: "Forgive me, I didn't intend to alarm you."

"What are you doing here, Dolls?" Nicole asked, turning the tap on to fill her glass. The questionably-clean water of Earp manor poured quickly from the faucet. She cradled the tumbler in her hand as she turned and leant her ass against the counter top, wincing involuntarily from the very questionable new bruises in her flesh. Dolls caught the tick.

"Are you okay?" he asked, taking a long draught of what smelt like coffee. Dark and full strength, just like him. Nicole took a moment to muse about coffee choices reflecting who a person was, then dismissed the theory as nonsense. She certainly wasn't a peppermint mocha, no matter how much they tasted like Christmas.

"I'm fine," she replied, forcing a smile and sipping from her glass. "Just a little tired."

"Rough night, huh?" he grinned. Nicole blushed.

"How –?"

"The walls are thin, Nicole."

Oh my god, she thought, horrified. Waverly had been pretty vocal, but with a storm raging outside Nicole had assumed they were safe. Plus it was pretty hard to control yourself with the love of your life writhing beneath you.

Dolls got to his feet and stretched, bulky muscles rippling under his skin. He picked up his mug and sauntered past Nicole, who had her fingers pressed to her lips in embarrassment. As he drew level with her he bent down.

"Tacos are tasty," he murmured, and grinned as he left the room.

"Oh my god," Nicole said, out loud this time and buried her face in her hand. "Oh. My god."

"Hey Dolls," came Waverly's cheerful voice. Dolls just chuckled as he went back up the stairs. They creaked as he took them two at a time. "What's up with him?" Waverly asked as she came into the kitchen, then she saw Nicole's blanched expression. "What's up with you?"

"He heard us. Last night," Nicole replied in a pained tone.

"Oh," Waverly said. "Is that all? I was being pretty loud. But," she ammended, stepping close and into Nicole's arms. Nicole had to move the glass so that Waverly could put her hands on her girlfriend's hips. "It's only because you were so good," she whispered, craning upwards to take Nicole's lips with her own.