"Nicole! Hurry up you have ten minutes until you're late for the Earp's dinner!" Nicole groaned and quickly threw on an old jumper and ran her fingers through her messy hair. She applied a small amount of chapstick but not too much that it was super noticeable. She was most definitely wasn't trying to look good for Waverly... no, don't be ridiculous!.. ok maybe she was secretly trying to look good for Waverly.
"Nicole!" Nicole's gramma screamed, "I'm coming, gosh!" Nicole ran down the stairs as fast as she could, not even bothering to stop and breathe. The only thing currently on her mind was seeing Waverly again. After that conversation they had yesterday would Waverly just pretend that it never happened? Or maybe Waverly would want to 'fool around' with her upstairs while the others ate. Nicole blushed at the thought. She wasn't quite sure how far Waverly wanted them to go but Nicole was excited/nervous either way. But mainly extremely nervous. What if Waverly soon realised that she didn't want to do this with Nicole or even worst Waverley figures out that she is madly in love with her and freaks out and stops talking to her?
"Why do you look like I stole your last cookie?" Nicole's grandma asks suddenly appearing making Nicole snap out of her daydreaming. "Uhh I'm just stressed out about school work I've got an exam coming up soon."
"Don't worry about it you are a smart kid I'm sure you'll be fine." Gramma Haught says giving her grandchild a reassuring, warm smile. Nicole felt so lucky to have her grandma in her life but she also felt guilty that she was hiding a part of herself from her.
Nicole hears her textone go off she opens up her phone to the one and only Waverly Earp. Her pulse quickens.
Waves❤️✨: are you still coming over to our family dinner? <3
Nic❤️: Yep I'm on my way out right now :) xx
Waves❤️✨: kk awesome. can't wait to see you sweetie pie
Nic❤️: can't wait to see you to Waves ☺️️
Nicole blushes at the cute message and quickly puts away her phone before her nana can ask any more questions that Nicole wasn't ready to answer.
Nicole soon arrived with her grandma at the Earp homestead with butterflies going wild in her stomach and sweaty palms once again. Nicole always felt a good kinda nervous whenever she went to go visit Waverly.
Wynonna opens the door swinging "oh hey Haught head! And grandma Haught I really like the lipstick your wearing it really brings out the red in your hair. My mum is in the kitchen by the way she's cooking some kind of offensive chicken stew so just beware." Nicole's nana just simply laughed at Wynonna's comments as they stepped into the homestead she always had a soft spot for her which would often make Nicole jealous. Nicole groans at Wynonna why must she always be so charming and obnoxious at the same time? Like how does that even work? Nicole makes her way into the house looking around for the youngest Earp.
Nicole feels someone press their front body into her back and small hands covering her eyes. "Guess whooo?" Nicole knew it was Waverly straight away just from her perfume but decides to plays along "mmm I don't know.. Wynonna?" She feels the vibrations in her back from Waverly laughing. "Hey! Since when does Wynonna touch you like this?" Waverly slides her hands down from Nicole's face to her neck and then just grazing over her boobs with a light touch and then right down to the lower part of her stomach fingers interlocked resting there once she finally stopped. She pulls Nicole into her tightly into her giving not a whole lot of space. "Oooh.. u-umm I mean- never?" Nicole weakly responds to becoming a hot gay mess. (Like usual)
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Waverly giggles like a schoolgirl finding Nicole's reaction very amusing which in return causes butterflies to go wild in Nicole's stomach.
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It's only for practice. Wayhaught.
FanficWaverly is going on a date with a boy but is worried about her lack of sexual experience so she decides to ask her best friend Nicole to help out. Nicole hasn't even told Waverly she is gay yet. Read to see how this all turns out. *not just smut, a...