Waverly and Nicole, back at Nicole's place post 2 x 05. They've got a lot to talk about, including demonic possession, love, Wynonna, and missing silverware. A little angsty, and very, very fluffy, eventual smut.

Content warnings for: Mention of canon-typical violence, swearing, and sexual content (including mention of possible non-consensual sex due to demonic possession).

This is my first fic - I've been a longtime reader, but WayHaught finally lit the fire under my ass to start writing. I've already got a few more chapters in the pipes, and they'll be coming soon. Enjoy!

Nicole jumped when she heard that familiar knock at her door. She knew it was Waverly, but after the last two months, it was hard for her not be on edge. She took a deep breath, collected herself from where she had been - sitting on the couch, staring out the window, and rose to answer the door. Waverly greeted her with an exhausted half-smile, and her hands held suspiciously behind her back.

"Hey, baby" Nicole spoke first, smiling at Waverly, and worrying the worn sleeve of her old maroon sweater between her fingers. "I'm so glad you're here, I was starting to wonder..."

"I know, I'm sorry I got a little -um, caught up, with Wynonna. Aaaand, then I had to find these." Waverly brought her hands between them, holding a small, bedraggled bouquet of orange and yellow flowers.

"Oh, Waves, -"

"I know they don't look like much, but they were a nightmare to find this time of year, and I wanted to just - I don't know, do something nice for you. You've been, well, really the only person who..." Waverly's voice caught in her throat, and she felt her eyes well up with tears. She looked at the bouquet in her hands, trying not to cry, hoping Nicole would just know what she was trying to say.

This was the first moment, in all of this, where she felt like she was finally safe enough to let her guard down. No demons. No revenants. No Black Badge. Nobody in an overt crisis who needed her to be strong. She looked into Nicole's eyes as her tears began to fall.

Nicole was already crying. She stepped out of her front door to bridge the small distance between them, wrapped her arms around Waverly's shoulders and gently tucked Waverly's head under her chin. She could feel Waverly shaking through her oversized jacket. The sun was setting, and it was only getting colder, but Nicole didn't care. She would stand in the dying daylight of her porch wrapped up with her girlfriend for as long as they could both stand.

She wanted to say something. Anything. Anything that might comfort Waverly, but she couldn't think of a damn thing that was appropriate for this particular "I was just possessed by a demon for seven weeks, my oldest sister is dead, I tried to get my girlfriend to shoot my other sister, who, wait, might not actually be my sister, and I just puked up an angry black goo demon worm" scenario. None of her previous romances, or professional training had prepared her for this. But she would do anything for *her* Waverly. So, she did the only thing she could - she held on to Waverly for dear life, and pressed slow kisses to her hair while they both cried.

"I've got you, Waves. Always."