What Kind of Unicorn is This?

That's My Girl

Waverly and Nicole paused for a breath after kissing fervently in Nedley's office, Nicole pulling back and panting heavily as she held Waverly flush against her uniformed body. Waverly grinned breathlessly before shifting underneath Nicole, biting her lip nervously. The break in action seemed to jolt the pair out of a trance, and before long the two grew to be at a loss for words.

"I...uh, as much as I would like this to continue, maybe Nedley's office isn't the best place..." Waverly began slowly. Nicole sat up slowly, hands going to her braid as she began to tuck in loose strands of hair that had escaped.

"Yeah, you're right," Nicole responded slowly, her brown eyes searching Waverly's face as an awkward silence befell them. Nicole glanced down and seemed to internally jump as her fingers flew to the undone buttons of her shirt.

"If you wanted to, um, continue this, I'm off in ten minutes," Nicole whispered cautiously, eyeing the other warily. Waverly blinked in surprise.

"Oh..."

"I mean, if you want to, I understand if you don't—" Nicole stammered before being silenced by Waverly's forefinger which had flown to Officer Haught's lips.

"What did you have in mind?"

Nicole paused to clasp Waverly's hand in hers and glanced around, straining her hearing to try and discern if the coast was clear. She then shot Waverly a smirk, creating butterflies in Waverly's stomach.

"We can go to my place...I live only about two blocks away," Nicole murmured, her fingers tangling with Waverly's.

"Okay," Waverly breathed shakily, a soft side smile touching her lips. Nicole smiled back gently before climbing off the other, cracking the blinds and peering through them. The deputy then gestured for Waverly to follow as she silently opened the door and trotted to her desk to snatch up her belongings. Waverly went to the door and peered down the hall.

"It looks like everyone left," Waverly whispered over her shoulder. Nicole nodded as she grabbed her hat and placed it on her head, Waverly's coat nestled under her arm.

"Let's get you wrapped up," Nicole said softly, holding Waverly's coat out for her, and allowing the shorter woman to slip her arms into her jacket. Waverly was caught off guard at the chivalry but took it in stride. They both looked once more up and down the hall before Nicole took the brazen stride forward, her hand grasping Waverly's as she steered her forward in a quiet yet brisk manner.

The pair made a quick job of getting into Deputy Haught's vehicle, Nicole turning on the police car with a side grin at the other before reversing and smoothly steering the car down the road.

"Nicole?" Waverly began idly as they paused at a stop sign.

"Yes?"

"Is this a date?" Waverly inquired, examining Nicole's reaction. At that precise moment, Nicole pulled to the side, presumably at her house. Nicole looked over at Waverly, her smile gentle and inviting, her eyes alert and honest.

"This is whatever you want it to be," Nicole said earnestly, unbuckling her seatbelt.

After a pause, she added, "Would you like to come in for a drink?" Waverly nodded hurriedly, unbuckling and the pair stepped out of the car. At the curb, Waverly paused to gaze at the small house as the other stepped around the car. Nicole waited patiently beside Waverly, allowing the other to take it in before Waverly turned to look at her with a nervous smile. Nicole's dimples blossomed as she took Waverly's hand, gave it a reassuring squeeze, and tossed her head before tugging her forward.