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I Never Thought That It Would Hit This Hard - Pt. 1

The first time it happened, it was nothing more than hate sex and Waverly Earp is not a hateful person.

Sure, she held resentment towards her father for being an alcoholic who choose to drown at the bottom of a bottle than taking care of his own children and sure, she did hold some resentment towards Wynonna for leaving her behind while she traveled the world to find herself; especially after she had promised she wouldn't leave. But she made peace with it long ago. She knew that such hatred wasn't good for the soul. Gus and Curtis had always told her to forgive and forget.

And to her own credit, she tries.

That is until she meets her sister's star shooter.

Waverly had never met someone more infuriatingly arrogant than Nicole Haught, and she lived in the same house as Wynonna and Willa Earp.

At first, they were friends. For a while, at least. Nothing spectacular beyond being acquaintances, really. Wynonna took to Nicole as easy as she did with a bottle of Jack. They had the same kind of humor, dry and sarcastic, witty even. Which is saying something since most people couldn't stand Wynonna's abrasive, devil may care attitude. But it made for good companionship and an even better coach, that's why Ghost River University was so eager to hire her for their women's hockey team during the winter months, soccer during spring.

And as such, with Nicole being athletically inclined and enrolled into Ghost River, she's immediately secured a position on both teams after outshining the others during tryouts. She's a good soccer player, Waverly gives her that. She just had a horrible ego that played well into the whole popular party jock façade. She gets annoyed with the redhead after hearing Wynonna bust through homestead in anger after dealing with a hungover Nicole one too many times.

Eventually, she just settles to hate the woman who had the audacity to play games with her several yards away from the goal. It's their first match of the season, their first match against each other and throughout the whole time, Nicole is smirking at Waverly from across the field. Her eyes always following, and of course, they have to be because Waverly is the one with the ball, but the feel of them on her is different.

Maybe Waverly should have paid more thought to the attention player number six was giving her. Instead, she's more focused on the clock. Only two minutes left of the entire game, both teams tied and with the ball currently in Ghost River's possession, keeping them from scoring a goal would mean the difference between losing and the match ending in a draw. If she could snatch the ball from Nicole, the match would end in a draw and at least Purgatory wouldn't suffer harshly at losing their first match of the season. She moves at lightning speed, on the defensive, ready to save face for her team.

But Nicole moves faster—stepping into Waverly's space, so close the brunette can feel the heat radiating off the taller woman before she's stunned and left flat on her ass while Nicole makes the winning goal. Just as the buzzard goes off.

Everyone is shocked. Waverly Earp, the quickest player on the team, she gets played with one of the simplest moves in the book! All the while the Revenants celebrate, smiling and laughing, she's rooted to the ground in abject shock. It's their first win of the year and Wynonna is congratulating Nicole with a pat on the back while Chrissy has to haul Waverly's ass up from the ground, reminding her that they had to lineup to pay sportsmanly respect to a good game.

It's utter bullshit and Waverly doesn't take too kindly to Nicole—in front of both their teams no less—winking at her and personally thanking her for the win. Waverly's eyes narrow dangerously and she looks ready to kill the taller woman before both teams then disperse to hit the showers. Behind her Wynonna pats her back, praising her for a good performance.

She sighs, not wanting her sister to see her this way.

Instead, she accepts the praise and while everyone leaves the arena, the field emptying out and spectators leaving the stands, Waverly stays on the field. She’s exhausted and her bones feel heavy, but she’s been reinvigorated with a new sense of purpose.

Because she'll be damned if she wasn’t going to make it her mission to win the next matchup against Ghost River and every single matchup with them for the rest of the season. She’s Waverly Earp, after all. Purgatory’s fastest player, an ace shooter and a prodigy on the field. She knew how to weave her way up and down the field like a goddamn pro.

But so did Nicole Haught.

Thinking of the taller woman with that bright red six on her jersey sends Waverly running laps around the field, jogging lightly as to not strain herself. Everyone's left, leaving the arena dark and empty save for the lights that lit up the field. She grabs her personal soccer ball from her gym bag and dribbles the ball along the penalty area keeping it dead center on the line; ball control had always been a specialty of hers. Whereas Wynonna and Willa were much better strikers, able to kick the ball with such force it would smash into the net like a missile, Waverly knew how to manipulate the ball passed players giving her the opportunity to strike.

Round and round she goes, circling the penalty area the ball firmly in her possession. It's hers, so how on earth did she lose it to Nicole so quickly? That step-over trick was so basic and yet, was done so flawlessly and so fast she couldn't counter it in time.

"What are you doing Earp?" A voice calls and to her surprise and immense distaste, she finds Nicole, already in jeans and t-shirt, walking towards her. Her thumbs hooked into her pockets.

"What do you want, Haught?"

"I think I asked you a question, first."

"If you must know, I'm trying to figure out how you managed to trip me up with that stupid trick."

"You know I can just show you, right? All you had to do was ask." A smile graces Nicole's face, and then, "and say please."

With hands balled into fists at her sides, Waverly wants to throttle the taller woman who strides up to her, leaving barely enough space between them. Instead she huffs and gives in. "Please."

Nicole's smirking again and before Waverly can wipe it off her face they separate, the soccer ball thrown to the redhead's feet. She starts to dribble the ball, moving towards Waverly who's eager to snatch the ball away. Instead, Nicole moves it slowly between her sneakers once she's a foot away from the smaller woman, rolling her heel across it between Waverly's legs before reversing at a much faster pace, catching her off guard as she tries to steal the ball, knocking her off-balance. And once again, flat on her ass.

They try a couple more times and each time, Waverly is on the ground. Her blood boiling to a fever pitch.

The embarrassment is worse this time around. Nicole doesn't even kick the ball into the net, instead it sits firmly beneath her kicks as she stares at Waverly. Hand outstretched, smiling softly. The silence of her defeat is far more deafening now that her sister and teammates weren't around to see it, reverberating through her bones. Sinking deep into the marrow. Waverly takes the hand and for a single second she doesn't think about tackling the older woman to the ground. But the corner of those impossibly pink lips turns upward into that telltale smirk of hers and the smaller of the two hooks her leg around hers and brings them both down.

Waverly is straight-faced and furious, grabbing a fistful of Nicole’s collar forcing her warm eyes to face hers. They’re on the ground, Waverly staring down at the redhead with such fury she could melt the polar ice caps. Her anger only increasing when said redhead gives her that cocky smirk.

"Just in case you need a reminder, my dad’s the sheriff’s deputy. All it takes is one little comment and you’re benched for the next few games. So, ease up will ya cutie?"

"Don’t call me cutie," Waverly snarls.

"But you look so cute when you’re angry, you always did… Cutie.”

"Why are you so insufferable?" Waverly says, exasperated at the older woman’s remarks. Christ, she’s just like Wynonna, never knowing when to quit with the taunts and jabs. "Do you practice being an asshole to people in the mirror or is it just natural talent?"

"I’m a natural talent at a lot of things." Nicole says, leaning upwards so Waverly couldn’t look down at her anymore. Breaking her sole link to being the dominant party. Everyone knows that Nicole is half a foot taller than Waverly— tall enough where her presence feels like an affront to the brunette’s peaceful sensibilities whenever they were around each other. Damn asshole always smirking, always looking down with that devious glint in her eyes. "Soccer being one of them as you already know by now."

She smiles and Waverly leans in to be all predatory and imposing. Nicole shoves her back and smooths out the front of her t-shirt. "And that just pisses you off, doesn’t it? You’re not the star shooter anymore, your team can’t rely on you to make goals when they know I can fake you out and leave you flat on your ass."

"Tonight, you got lucky," Waverly snaps and then shoves Nicole back against the ground.

They struggle against each other for a while, almost as if they're slap fighting with Waverly trying use her weight to keep Nicole in place and Nicole making it as difficult as possible using her strength to flip Waverly over. It isn't until Waverly, now on her back being pressed into the ground shoves her hands over Nicole’s face and into her hair that she gets the upper hand. Nicole’s chin jerks up as Waverly pulls, yanking her head back. She may be pinned to the grassy field but she never quite stops pulling on Nicole’s hair; she's got leverage like this and she's not afraid to use it.

They’re sweaty now. Possibly even more sweaty from rumbling around than the actual soccer game itself. Waverly’s hair is a mess, it’s frizzy, blades of grass caught in its tresses, her clothes suddenly feel too tight on her. Nicole’s auburn hair is still knotted up between her fingers, soft and silky, and for whatever reason she doesn’t let go. The two of them are rigidly still, panting as the heated breath they share makes the air between them hot and arid. Waverly is stunned silent as she watches a single bead of sweat trail down Nicole’s throat. Still gripping her hair tightly from the roots, Waverly pulls again and a warm heat settles low on her stomach when she sees Nicole arch her back and lick her lips.

“Fuck...”

Oh.

Holy shit.

Arousal shoots down to her core and Waverly feels her legs go weak for a quick second. She finds out why soon enough; a shift of their legs in an effort to get comfortable brings Nicole’s denim-clad thigh right up between Waverly's legs. She bites her bottom lip to stave it off, but Waverly feels it all the same—she’s wet; Nicole is sweating above her, Nicole likes having her hair pulled and fuck, she’s so wet for it, it’s insane. The older woman’s thigh presses up against her center and Waverly has to claw the ground with her free hand to keep from grinding against it.

"Now this is an interesting turn of events," Nicole says. That damned smirk is back.

"Nicole, don’t you dare—"

"Can’t hide it from me cutie, your pupils are blown wide open," she says. “You’re turned on.”

“Don’t act so proud, asshole. I still hate you.”

"I bet you’re practically dripping—" Nicole’s words cut off with a groan when Waverly pulls at her hair for real this time. Nails right up against the scalp so both of them can feel the way Waverly scrapes over skin and hair to gather a good handful.

"No wonder you’re so much of a hard ass," Nicole smirks, laughing a little. "Maybe that’s why you’re always staring at me like you’re trying to kill me." Nicole moves her leg and rubs her thigh even further against Waverly, she leans down and brushes her lips against the cartilage of Waverly's ear and says, "You haven’t had a good fuck in forever and it’s killing you that I’m the one who’s making you feel this way."

"Your arrogance is such a turn off," Waverly hisses.

“And yet you’re getting wetter,” Nicole grins in a singsong voice. Punctuating her point by grinding her thigh against Waverly's center, the brunette shutting her eyes closed and biting the inside of her cheek.

Waverly has heard things about what Nicole's done before—hard not to when they ran in the same circles, went to same college parties and hell, she's heard Wynonna groan and complain once about catching the redhead in the act in the locker room wearing nothing but a wrinkled up blouse and a bra on her head—but hearing about it is vastly different than being shown it firsthand. And it could be the adrenaline coursing through her veins and the fact that she was hard up for, like how Nicole mentioned before, a good fuck, she’s not heavily opposed to it. Hell, Waverly’s the one who closes the distance between them, crashing their lips together.

Eyes closed, Waverly focuses on the feel of soft, warm lips against her. The taste of strawberry chapstick and the slick tongue that cleverly snakes it’s way into her own mouth. It’s sweet and addictive. Until Nicole tears herself away. Smirking against the curve of her jaw, tongue flickering against skin for a fraction of a second.

"God you're sexy," Nicole murmurs hotly. Hands running up Waverly's legs, sliding beneath the pant leg of her shorts, barely skimming along the hem of her underwear. In response, Waverly wraps a leg around Nicole's waist and pulls her closer.

A smile graces Nicole's face but Waverly doesn't get to cherish it because it's gone as quickly as it was formed, their lips melting together. All teeth and bite, roughly slotting against the other's with a feverish hunger. Nicole's tongue finds its way inside her mouth again, the taste of peppermint with a slight hint of nicotine lights her taste buds on fire. Her hands grab at the leather belt on the redhead's jeans, hurriedly trying to unbuckle them and when she manages to rip her pants open, Nicole smiles into their kiss, before roughly pulling Waverly's hands away and pinning her wrists to the ground on either side of her head.

In retaliation, Waverly sinks her teeth into the tip of Nicole's tongue with a punishing little nip. She then tastes something metallic on her tongue, coppery and sweet.

"Bit of a bitter, aren't you?" Nicole's eyes are dark now, hooded with a deep, penetrating lust that sends a shiver down the brunette's spine.

Waverly huffs, snaking a hand back into Nicole's hair. She doesn't pull, but pulls hard enough to remind her that she still had the leverage to turn everything around. "Don't get cocky, Haught."

"No promises, Earp."

Nicole smiles at Waverly again, an almost predatory look in her warm eyes as she captures her lips in another searing kiss. There's no tongue this time, Waverly almost whimpers at the loss of it, instead she moans when she feels teeth pulling and grazing along the flesh of her bottom lip. She yelps when the skin splits open. Nicole's tongue makes a reappearance, gently swiping along the tiny wound. It stings. And it feels so good.

Nicole leaves a trail of bite marks across her throat, each one harsher and rougher than the last. Soothing the pain with a soft lick, smoothing it over with sinfully plush lips before biting down.

Nicole moves lower, warm hands sliding up Waverly's jersey, smiling into her skin when she feels the brunette's stomach tighten and then relax against her touch. She lightly scratches her nails against Waverly' ribs, before dragging her teeth down her body even further. Sucking a bruise into her hip. Every action drawing a moan from the brunette's throat. Grinning at the way her taut stomach clenches, goosebumps rising along her navel when a hand slips beneath waistband of Waverly's white and royal blue soccer shorts.

Waverly tightens her grip on Nicole’s hair, she pulls lightly, eliciting a pleasurable groan from the redhead. Nicole’s fingers dance softly over the smooth skin of her inner thighs, rubbing small, torturous circles. Pulling at that tightly wound coil of anticipation, knotted at the pit of her stomach. The first touch of Nicole’s finger against her clit sends Waverly propelling upwards in pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Suddenly Waverly can’t breathe.

She needs more, needs to be touched and fucked until her toes curl and her muscles lock up in satisfying agony.

Until she can't remember her own name.

Waverly starts to pant. Reaching underneath the collar of Nicole's shirt to grab at her back, nails biting into the milky white flesh of her shoulder blades. Spurring the older woman into doing literally anything that meant Waverly could reach the end fastest.

Nicole rubs at least three, torturously slow circles, around her clit before deftly sliding a finger inside. Waverly groans, feeling herself stretch around the lone digit. Seeing stars dance behind her eyelids as she feels Nicole rhythmically thrusting into her. She's burning up with a single finger and then, another finger slips into her wet heat. The stretch is all consuming and her body is on fire. Nicole moves slowly, letting the brunette get adjusted; kissing along her trembling shoulders in order to appease her.

"Nicole," her voice is sweet around the name; settling nicely on her tongue.

The moan is breathed against Nicole's ear, a shiver briefly runs down the woman's spine before she slides a possessive hand around Waverly's slender waist and hauling her up from the ground to sit on her lap. The position isn't remotely comfortable, they're twisted around each other like two puzzle piece that don't quite fit, but Nicole places a warm hand on her hip and gently pushes her down even further and—"Oh fuck!"—she's even deeper than before.

She can't move, frozen still with Nicole working her fingers into her. Waverly nips at the skin of Nicole's neck, grazing her teeth along her jaw. Leaving hickeys that bloom brightly against her pale skin. Red and purple, marks that would take days, even weeks to get rid of. Her thighs quiver and Waverly can't breathe again. It's too much. Nicole's thrusts are unforgiving now, rough and endless—it's all too fucking much!

Waverly carves her nails into Nicole's skull, refusing to let go as she starts to pant wildly. "That's right baby," she hears Nicole whisper against her neck, lips finding her pulse instantly. "That's right baby, come for Daddy."

Waverly feels the scream rip itself from deep within her chest before she hears it, echoing in the empty arena. Her body arching into Nicole's as she tightens violently around the redhead's fingers, pulling on the woman's fiery hair harshly. Everything goes white as she rides out her orgasm; wave after wave of aftershocks electrifying her nerve endings. Nicole coaxes her down from her high with slow, purposeful thrusts of her fingers. The heel of hand grinding softly against her aching clit.

It takes a moment for Waverly to come down from the high, the look on Nicole's face doesn't spark enough energy in her to wipe it off. It's smug, but there's something else to it.

Waverly can tell Nicole is tempted to leave her on the ground like this, wet and thoroughly fucked. If the roles were reversed, she would've been thinking the same thing. Instead, she watches the redhead lick her fingers. Sucking them clean of Waverly's come. "Mmmm, so sweet baby," she moans. It's all for show but it does something to Waverly, her breath hitches at the sight.

They aren't friends, more like enemies with the only link between them being Wynonna and the sport they competitively play that forces them to act civil with each other. Ruthless and antagonistic when squaring off on the field and time's running out on the clock. But here, in the empty arena, on the ground with the rough grass cutting into her back, Waverly knows this was more than just a simple fuck.

It was a battle of wits, of control.

And she lost.

Author’s Note: Was doing a bit of retrospection earlier, so I figured, why not reupload all the old fics I had written previously. And also see just how far I’ve come as a writer.

#*deadfic #wearp #wayhaught #fic: i never thought that it would hit this hard

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