WayHaught One Shots

A Friendly Game

By: ecrivere
Waverly lines up to take the first shot of the game.

It's an embarrassingly bad miss, the cue ball barely rolls two inches.

"Dude, watch the felt!" Wynonna yells.

Coming to Waverly's defense, Nicole says, "Relax, Wynonna, she didn't even touch the felt."

"That's what she said," Wynonna quips.

"What?" says Waverly not getting it.

Nicole, however, does, "Wynonna..."

And then it sinks in. "Hey!" Waverly says as she smacks Wynonna's arm.

"Ow! No hitting people during the tournament!"

"Yeah, well, no teasing people about what they... about..." Waverly struggles to find the right words, but feels her cheeks getting hot and settles on, "Just no teasing people."

"During the tournament," Wynonna adds.

"Fine," Waverly says.

"Fine."

Doc chuckles. The sisters glare at him and at the same time say, "What are you laughing at?"

"Me? Oh, nothing, just something amusing from the other day."

Their eyes narrow. Nicole can see they aren't buying it, so she steps in to diffuse the situation. "Here, Waverly, let me help you."

"No do-overs," Wynonna declares.

"Fine," says Nicole, "It'll be my turn then."

"Traitor," Wynonna says, "Don't forget you're on my team, Haught-stuff."

"It's just a friendly game, right?" Nicole asks.

To look at the Earps anyone can see that does not seem to be the case, but Wynonna dismisses her with a wave and takes another swig of whiskey.

In the most formal manner conceivable, Nicole starts explaining the basics of shooting pool to Waverly. She has her arms around Wave, showing her the right grip, but is keeping her body as far away from her as possible because she doesn't want any flak from Wynonna. It actually looks pretty awkward.

Waverly is politely taking in all of Nicole's instruction when she flashes a quick wink at Doc.

The edges of Doc's mustache twitch in a quick smile of recognition.

Just as Nicole is about to take her shot, Waverly leans back into her, and the shot goes spectacularly awry. The cue ball zooms past the other balls missing them all and is spinning with such force that when it hits the back bumper, it pops over the edge of the table.

Doc shoots out a hand and catches it.

"Dude!" Wynonna shouts, "What the hell?"

"That's quite the arm you've got there, Officer Haught," Doc says.

Waverly stifles a laugh.

Nicole drops the cue stick and quickly backs away from the table, her face getting red. "I'm so sorry! I... I don't know what happened."

She does though.

Nicole even came up with a name for it recently: Sensory Override. The scent of Waverly's hair, like fresh, ripe strawberries. The sight of Wave's exposed neck, angled towards her like an offering. The sound of her heartbeat suddenly apparent, thumping faster. The warmth of Wave's body pressed against hers... In those moments, there is nothing in the world she can perceive but Waverly Earp.