A/N: Hi, folks! This is my first time venturing into this fandom. But I just couldn't help myself. I'm almost done with a second binge of the show in as many weeks, and I'm utterly captivated - by all of it, but especially by Waverly and Nicole. So I decided to write this. It turned into a two-shot, but I'll be posting it all at the same time.

Let me know what you think. I tried to get as many details right as I could. But since I've only known the show for a couple weeks (I usually write video games that I've immersed myself in for months), I feel I don't have their voices down nearly as well as I usually do. I also don't write in the first-person much, but I was inspired by Nicole Haught.

As always, characters do not belong to me. I hope you enjoy, and, because it's me... this is definitely NSFW.

Nicole

The clock. Would not. Move. I could shut this place down at 8:00 pm, and that damn minute hand seemed to be stuck on 7:30pm. Maybe I should pull it down and check the battery… just in case. It would certainly be my luck for the battery's juice to fizzle out now, of all times.

But no. Checking my phone made it clear the clock was indeed not stuck. Every second just felt like an eternity right now.

I looked back down at my paperwork. It was nonsense. No way I was going to be able to make any sense out of this. Closing the file, I got up and stowed it where it belonged, then locked the cabinet. My eyes dragged themselves back up to the clock as I turned back to my desk, very much against my will.

7:33.

Well. That's some movement…

I started shutting the place down. Slowly. I shut the blinds over the windows. I shut down the computers. Much earlier than normal, I put the phones on emergency mode, to forward to the county line – if there was a local emergency, they'd get a hold of Nedley at home. (Chances were he'd then dispatch me, as the rookie, but whatever.) I even locked the door. If someone showed up needing me, I could just let them in.

Please, God, don't let anyone show up. I do not need to slowed down by anything today.

I got to Nedley's office and froze.

The door was still open. The blinds were still shut. I could smell her… it wasn't perfume. It smelled like… her hair. It smelled like the scent that enveloped me when she shoved me down on that couch, right there under those windows.

Right there, where her coat still was.

She'd left without her coat.

I pulled out my phone and pulled up my last text with Waverly.

Are you cold?

It took a minute for her reply.

No… why?

Smiling, I snapped a picture of the coat on the couch, right where she'd left it: crumpled from using it as a pillow while she squirmed and whimpered underneath me.

You left your jacket here.

Her next message had me snickering.

…

But then she followed with something that had my heart up in my throat.

I'll come get it from your place. Meet you there.

We'd planned to meet once I could close down the Sheriff's station. But I figured, you know, maybe another few kisses and then dinner and a chat. A real date. I wasn't expecting… I mean, I was the first girl she'd kissed. Presumably, she'd never done more…

Calm down, Officer Haught, coming over to your house does not mean sex.

Okay, but I really want it to be sex.

That girl was a tall drink of water on a hot day. Or, right now, with winter upon us, she was a roaring fire in a wood stove and I wanted it naked and writhing beneath me and… well, the metaphor got away from me, but I knew the general idea of where it was headed.

I knew what I wanted. That had never been a problem for me. It had been for Waverly for a hot minute, and understandably so. But now… I shivered, and grinned, and grabbed that coat up off the sofa. The time on my phone said 7:55pm. Close e-fucking-nough.

As I left I texted Waves back.

On my way.

I pulled into my driveway twenty minutes later. One wouldn't think such a small town would take twenty minutes to get from one side to the other, but most of the properties weren't within the town proper. Especially the rental properties. You couldn't just walk from your front door to Shorty's. You had to drive. Really a dumb system, given how drunk people got at Shorty's. But it kept me in business issuing citations and DUIs. Shitty way to get to know the townsfolk, but what else did they expect from the sheriff's office?

I was think about buying a piece of land and making a real homesteader out of myself, but until I decided I wanted to stay for the truly long haul, I rented a little cottage on the edge of town. Two bedrooms and a big yard. Smallest house on the block, nothing anyone here would want to own, not when country people got married and had big families and put them in big houses on big plots of land.

It suited me and my cat just fine, though. And it was just far enough away from the middle of town to give me a reprieve when I was off duty.

When I pulled up, I saw Waverly's jeep in the driveway, but no sign of her outside the house. A light was on inside.

"Did she…" I shook my head. The girl had balls.

The door was locked when I tried it. She could've at least unlocked it for me. Sifting through my keys for the right one, I let myself in.

I turned and hung my stetson by the door, calling out, "You know, you've got some cajones, breaking and entering to the deputy's house."

When I turned back into the interior of the house, I stopped dead. Shit, my jaw almost dropped.

Standing in my living room was Waverly Earp, wearing nothing but a smile.

Well, almost. She had found the silk robe an ex had gifted me, expecting me to wear the damn thing. I could now see the reason why she wanted me to. It wasn't my type of thing, but… damn. It hung loosely off Waverly's shoulders, and she hadn't bothered to tie it, meaning it was hanging wide open in front.

"Hey," she said, looking up at me with those gorgeous brown eyes that seemed to always have a hint of green or yellow in them. I never was sure. It wasn't something I could capture like that. But the look she gave me now, all shy and bashful, was entirely at odds with the brazen move of seduction I'd opened my door to. It was adorable, and it made my heart absolutely melt.

"Hey," I replied. I couldn't bring myself to reach out and touch her yet, nor could I let my eyes wander. Obviously she wanted me to look, if she did all this. But it was all so new, and she was here, and it was her, not her body, that I wanted. Well, that was a lie; I wanted her body, too. But it wasn't all I wanted. I liked her smile best. Her smile, and the way those eyes looked at me, all big and open and seeing me. That look made me want everything else. All of her: in my arms, in my bed, in my life.

"This is too much, isn't it? God, I knew I'd screw this up. I should've waited in my car like a normal person, and-"

"Hey," I said, and finally took a step forward. Once I was moving, I couldn't seem to stop, and then I was in front of her, and I cradled her head in my hands and I kissed that woman like it might be the last thing I ever did.

Waverly was warm. Her lips were soft and malleable. She tasted like strawberries and just a hint of whiskey. Her mouth was wet and endless. Her tongue met mine tentatively, but it was great fun to tease her out and make her meet me more boldly. Like earlier, on Nedley's couch.

When I lowered my hands to her silk-clad shoulders, I found she quivered under my palms. I finally broke the kiss, pulling away just enough to give us both some air.

"You okay?" I asked.

Waves didn't say anything, but she nodded a little frantically, and then suddenly she was launching herself into my arms. If Waverly was anything, it was earnest and enthusiastic, I'd found over the months we'd gotten to know each other.

I caught her around her waist, finding her tongue plundering my mouth as she wrapped her arms desperately around my neck. I tightened my embrace, pulling her closer. I wanted her closer. I wanted more. I couldn't… I couldn't…

Waverly was a petite thing. Wynonna could probably lift her, and I was taller and sturdier than Wynonna. Loosening my grip just enough, I stooped, getting my hands under her legs and lifting.

"Oh my god!" she huffed, but her legs wrapped immediately around my waist, and she was looking down at me now with an excited smile on her face, her eyes wide with mischief.

Then her hands were almost pulling at my face, and she was kissing me, surrounding me with that scent from earlier. She was like a hot coal in my arms, burning me in a way I couldn't get enough of. I began stumbling toward the closest surface – my sectional sofa – so that I could deposit her there and use my hands to further explore, instead of supporting her weight.

"There we go," I said, setting her down as gently as I could.

"Nicole, I…"

I raised an eyebrow as I finally rid myself of my coat. "Were you gonna finish that, sweetie, or did you just not know what to do with that tongue now that it's not buried in my mouth?"

"Why you little," she started, but didn't bother to finish. Instead, she reached for me as I began to stoop over her, pulling me in for another kiss by the collar. In fact, she pulled me completely on top of her, and I wished that my clothes would just melt away because I could almost-but-not-quite feel that naked little body underneath me and it was enough to drive me straight off the edge of the cliff of my sanity. Especially with her legs wrapping around my waist again. These pants were most definitely ruined for another wear…

When Waverly finally let me go, she pushed at my shoulders until I propped myself up on my elbows, panting now that I had a steady supply of air. I felt one of my buttons come undone. I glanced between us, seeing her creamy hands fumbling with my dark shirt, and then followed the natural path to two beautiful, petal-soft breasts with perfectly taught nipples pointing right up at me.

"You know," Waverly said as she worked, and I looked back up to see a grin on her face, those usually-wide eyes slanted and turned up at the corners to match her lips. "You are way too cocky for someone who is struck dumb the second she sees a pair of tits."

"Well," I said, still panting but certainly able to smile. "I wasn't exactly picturing my day to end like this when I woke up this morning."

"That makes two of us," Waves said.

"Plus… they're not just a pair of tits, Waverly."

"They're not?"

I smiled, and I saw a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. "They're yours. You're here. And you're…"

"What?"

"Breathtaking."

I watched as her cheeks flushed completely pink. Then her eyes were on my chest. "This damn thing…" She'd gotten stuck on one of the buttons.

"Here," I said, pushing myself up. "I can do it." Instead of bothering with the buttons, I pulled the shirt up over my head. Underneath was, of course, an undershirt, but with the way Waverly's eyes flashed, I decided to not go further. Instead I let her look, and in return I finally allowed myself to take in the sight of Waverly Earp, practically naked and spread out on my couch.

I reached out to touch. Waverly was muscular, but she also had curves for days. I appreciated those curves, and I appreciated even more that she dressed to show them off, but also that it was so casually. She seemed most days to just throw on Daisy Dukes and an overlarge t-shirt that she tied off above her belly button. Her curves meant that, even though she was so small, her hipbones jutted out only a bit, a perfect frame for the surprisingly flaming-red triangle of hair that disappeared between her legs. I'm a damn redhead, and I don't have the firecrotch, I thought as I took in that particular detail.

I moved on from there, up to her navel, tracing my fingers over sensitive skin. "That tickles," Waverly whispered, and in that moment her face transformed from tempting seductress to that silly, awkward doofus in a drenched tanktop I first met at Shorty's.

And I realized something else.

I can't do this here. You fuck on a couch. Sweaty, naked carnal knowledge. Teeth and tongues and raking fingernails. Waverly is new to this. I can't introduce her to the ways of lesbian sex on my cold leather couch. I can't put Waverly's naked body on the couch. My cat's asshole has more than likely touched the leather…

I was on my feet the next second.

"Nicole?" Waverly said, looking uncertain again. "What's wrong?"

"C'mon," I said, holding out my hand. She took it, if hesitantly, and I pulled her to her feet. "We're not doing this on the couch," I said, before I stooped, got my arm under her knees, and lifted her bride-style.

She yelped again, but held on around my neck. She looked less hesitant. "Oh?" she asked, a little shaky, but the corners of her lips pulling up in excitement.

"Yeah. First-time lesbian sex definitely deserves the bed, don't you think?"

She grinned, then kissed me hard, and even though it made shuffling off to my bedroom more difficult, I wouldn't have dared to break that kiss for anything.

For the second time in ten minutes, I deposited Waverly Earp on a reclining surface in my house. Yep, definitely not how I thought my day would go when I got up this morning.

"Take the boots off," Waverly demanded, before I could spread myself out on top of her again.

"Yes, ma'am," I said, smirking and mock-saluting. I liked her like this. Bossy and awkward and wide-eyed all at once. The seductress was nice, too, and I hoped that, as we got closer, I'd see a more genuine version of it. But right now, the seductress was a cover for how inexperienced she was, so if I could draw out the version of her I knew, then I considered it a victory. It meant I was making her more comfortable. And I wanted nothing more than I wanted her to be comfortable – to be safe – with me.

My boots gave me a bit of fuss – why did they never give me fuss when I didn't have a naked girl in my bed, but now they did? – but finally they were off. I went ahead and disposed of my handcuffs, taser, and sidearm, as well. No reason to bring those into bed.

Yet.

Oh my god this is not the time to be having those thoughts, Officer Haught!

Finally I was ready to crawl back into bed. "Wait," Waverly said.

I stopped, raising an eyebrow as I stared down at her, laid back and propped on her elbows, the silk robe still completely open and showing me all the gifts God gave her. "Not that I'm complaining about the view," I said, "but what on God's green earth are you making me wait for?"

"You're not the only one with a view," Waves said, grinning up at me in that way that she did. That way that made my heart speed up and my toes curl a little in my boots. They curled now, gripping the floorboards through my socks. "I just wanted to get a good look at you first. You know, now that I don't have to hide it."

"Well, then," I said, and looped my thumbs into my belt loops. "Don't let me stop you."

Waverly made a show of checking me out in my fatigues and tanktop, then she giggled, sat up, and reached out, hooking her hand into my belt. My heart sped up when her fingers slipped down the front of my pants, and my heart leapt right up into my throat when she gave me a yank, pulling me forward. It was a little awkward, a little sloppy, but I caught myself before I landed and hurt her.

"Sorry," she murmured, looking sheepish.

I grinned. "Waverly. Shut up."

Her teeth flashed, and she pulled me forward again by my belt. "Make me."

Oh, what a challenge! I pushed forward, kissing Waverly repeatedly, peppering her lips from as many angles as I could think of. Then I moved on. I needed to taste her skin.

"Oh, Nicole," Waverly breathed, raking her nails over my back through my shirt. I wanted the shirt gone. I wanted her hands on my skin. But could I give up this contact again so soon?

That's a nope, there, Officer Haught.

I kissed my way over Waverly's jaw, then down onto her neck. I held on tight around her back, but the silk was bunching, getting in my way. I couldn't seem to find a way to hold all that skin in my hands. Which was more important? Which was I more desperate for: her skin in my hands or under my lips?

I opted to keep kissing her. I was down to her collarbone now. I had a vague destination in mind, but mostly I wanted to taste every inch of her and I had started at the top, so the natural direction to go from there was down. I latched on briefly at her collarbone, tasting the faint salt of her skin, feeling how soft and silky she was. Maybe it was my imagination. There was no way she was as soft as the silk she wore, was there? Maybe she just moisturized really well.

I'd have to ask her later. Lord knew I could use the beauty tips. I was mostly a pants and button-down kinda girl, but I knew how to rock a dress with my hair down, too. Waverly was a little femme who embraced the country in her heritage and rocked a shotgun with the best of them. We met somewhere in the middle.

Get back on target, Nicole. Naked girl in your arms. Tits just a few inches away. Waiting for your mouth.

"Nicole, I can't… I can't…"

I released her skin with a slight pop and grinned up at her. "Can't what, Waves?"

"You're lucky it's so cold out and it's appropriate turtleneck weather," she said, smacking my shoulder.

I just grinned down at the red mark I'd left and went right back to kissing my way down her body.

And there they were, those delicious breasts with those perky pink nipples. Taking a moment to finally extricate my hands from the bunches of silk at Waverly's waist, I slid one hand under that waist, enjoying the smoothness and warmth of her skin. I then slid one hand over her breast, and nearly died when Waverly closed her eyes and whimpered. She literally whimpered, a tiny little voiced exhale accompanying the biting of her lower lip.

Warm and soft. All of her was warm and soft. Except that nipple… That was hard as a rock.

I was feeling ravenous. It had been a long time since I'd been with a woman – over a year – and on top of that this was not just any woman, but Waverly, and I wanted to feast upon her. But at the same time, I wanted to savor, to taste and taste and taste and never stop. I wanted to draw such sounds from her, and leave her jelly-legged and unable to walk the next morning. And then I wanted to do it all over again.

Feeling the pull for both feasting and savoring, I lunged forward and drew that beautiful, delectable nipple into my mouth. It tasted no different from the rest of her skin, but I enjoyed the pebbled texture. And even more, I enjoyed the hitch of breath, the gently whispered swearing, and the tightening of Waverly's fingers in the fabric of my shirt.

I didn't last long before I was going further, however. Relinquishing my hold on each of her nipples, I lowered further, and further, until I knelt between her legs with my lips grazing the top of that thatch of red hair. Never before had I felt like I was kneeling in supplication to my goddess. But in that moment, with Waverly looking down on me, propped up on her elbows with her bottom lip between her teeth, those big eyes pleading with me while simultaneously so nervous… well. Let's just say I sure as shit felt like that now.

Should I break the tension? It was so delicious. But I saw the uncertainty in her eyes. I knew that the tension winding her body so tight was not just lust, though from the heady scent wafting over me and threatening to overpower me – and from the small little stain on the front of my pants – I knew there was a good amount of that, too. The tension was good, but… but it wasn't us. Not to this degree.

"Hey," I said, allowing my breath to whisper over her stomach.

"Oh, God… yeah?"

My heart sped up once more. Seriously, I had no idea how it could go any faster.

"You okay?"

"I… yeah, I'm good. Just…"

I lifted my head from her skin. "Just what?"

"Nothing. Nothing. Keep going."

"Waverly."

Her eyes met mine. "Yeah?"

I grinned. "I wasn't expecting a firecrotch."

I watched as Waverly's eyes widened in surprise, then shock, then amusement. She threw her head back and laughed out loud, and I knew I'd won, that I'd relieved the tension a little. But I didn't want to rid us of it completely. So I pushed her knees further apart and took a good look at what I would soon be feasting upon.

Waverly trimmed herself closely, but that was the extent of her personal grooming. Given the rarity of the red pubic hair, I couldn't say I minded. As someone had once wisely told me, pussy is just as delicious when you have to pull a few hairs out of your teeth afterwards. I really was not one to whine about personal grooming; it all worked for me – as long as the girl showered regularly. And Waverly happened to match exactly how I handled my own situation, so even was even, right?

Pink folds spread open in front of me like petals, shining with their moisture in the low light coming in from the hall. "God, you're wet," I murmured.

Waverly had stopped laughing and was back to watching me intently. I glanced up when she said, "Is… is it… okay?"

"Waverly Earp," I said, narrowing my eyes. "I have made it this far and you are asking me if it's okay? I've got a beautiful girl in my bed, and she just so happens to be one I've wanted since the day I saw her in Shorty's. It's fucking fantastic."

"Wow."

"What?"

"That's just so much better than my line earlier. On the couch," she added, when I gave her a confused look.

I snickered. "What, when you said you wanted to do me?"

"Yep, that's the one." I kissed her inner thigh, rejoicing in the way Waverly hissed in her breath. "It's just that… Champ didn't like to do this when…"

"You were this wet?" I supplied. She nodded. "All right, let me get one thing straight. Er… make one thing clear." She chuckled, and I continued. "I could give a flying fuck what Champ liked. But I want to go on record as saying you deserve someone who doesn't think your arousal is gross and icky."

"Well, he would get me wet with his mouth, and then-"

"Waverly."

"God, I'm sorry, you're there, I shouldn't be talking about my ex-"

"Waverly."

"I'm so stupid. I'll just-"

"Waverly!" I almost shouted, holding her knees so she didn't pull away from me just because she was embarrassed. If she really wanted away, I would stand up and help her get dressed, but that's not what this was. She was shutting down and closing herself off and that was not okay.

"What?"

"I'm not doing this to provide lube for me, honey," I said, as gently as I could. "I like it, I like you, and if you're okay with it, I wanna see if we can't give you a toe-curling orgasm."

"Oh God I am so much more than okay with that," she breathed, and then she was sitting up and pulling my face to hers. And I was again overwhelmed with how damn good it felt to kiss this little firecracker in my arms.

"Okay, okay, enough stalling!" I laughed, and she smiled and melted my heart all over again. I remembered seeing her smile at me from her porch that morning before I was taken. It was so cherished. While I was in pain, lying in that hospital bed, the memory of that smile, the thought that this girl might like me as more than a friend, stayed with me all through the day until I was released and came home here, to a warm cat but a cold bed.

And now I had that smile right here, and my bed was warm, and I didn't hurt, and oh goddammit why was I thinking so damn much?!

Hooking two perfect knees over my shoulders, I pushed myself forward, pressing my tongue out and tasting heaven. Salty and sweet, musky and heady and completely overwhelming, Waverly Earp tasted like heaven and she was right here and maybe, just maybe, if I did a good job – which, you know, I've never had any complaints – she'd still be here in the morning and I'd get to keep feasting on heaven.

And that squirming! That squeal! I was already hooked, and I'd been down here for five seconds. I ran my tongue up, and she bucked. Her legs squeezed briefly around my head, then she released me and I could hear her quietly apologizing. I looked up, and there she was, still propped up on her elbows, watching me. The silk robe was off her shoulders, leaving her gloriously bare.

I pulled my tongue back down. "Oh!" Waverly yelled, and then one of her hands reached for me, her fingers burying in my braid. She exerted a slight pressure, and I listened, pressing closer. "Yes, right there!" she exclaimed when my tongue pressed directly over her clit.

I set to with gusto, sucking and laving and rolling it in circles, trying to find that one thing that made Waverly squeal and lose herself and clench her thighs around my head all at once. There were a few, actually. Traveling up and down the shaft that ran under all that flesh made her gasp, sucking in her labia made her squeal, and the circling of the head made her hips buck up into my face.

But the real trick seemed to be a combination of light suction and laving quickly with the pointed tip of my tongue.

Waverly squealed, her grip in my hair tightened, and then her thighs closed over my ears, cutting off my connection to her voice. Her other hand joined the first, pulling me so close I was worried my teeth would dig into her flesh. But I kept on, barely able to breath, unable to hear, and thoroughly enjoying the view.

I knew Waverly was on the edge of cliff when she opened her eyes and looking down at me, still clutching me. "So close," I read on her lips, unable to hear as I was.

I flashed my eyes wider, the only thing I could do to acknowledge her, and redoubled my efforts. My jaw hurt and I could barely feel my tongue, but I so didn't care right now. I held her under her ass – I'd told Wynonna her ass was top shelf, but Waverly's was definitely the rare stock – and nearly lifted her up off the bed. But that did the trick. Waverly seized, her thighs so tight it almost hurt – almost – and then she bucked and bucked and bucked and my only choice was to ride it out because this girl had me in a vice grip between her legs.

Kneeling in supplication at the feet of my goddess…

And boy did Waverly look like a goddess. Every muscle engaged, her lips moving with what words God Himself only knew – I certainly didn't – and her fingernails dug so hard in my scalp I was sure she'd leave dents.

I'm gonna need to teach her about lesbian sex and filing your nails…

Suddenly, Waverly let go, pushing me away. She whispered her words, but it sounded to me as though she shouted. Every sound was louder with my ears suddenly not covered by creamy white thighs.

"Okay! Okay! It's too much!" She lay back, boneless. "I don't know if I'll be able to walk in the morning."

I looked down on my prize, smiling at how swollen and pleased it looked. I gave the general area one last, light kiss – a brush of my lips only – and then crawled my way up to lie right next to her. She curled immediately into my arms, and I held her close, not sure if she'd want to kiss me immediately. She had been straight up to this point, and while I wasn't about to accuse her of being a pillow queen, pussy was an acquired taste. And if that asshat she'd been dating when we met didn't like to eat her out and get her taste all over him, then she probably wasn't used to tasting and smelling herself.

But I didn't have to worry long. I brushed back her long hair to better see her beautiful, flushed face, and she turned to me.

"Well done, Waves," I said, grinning and running my hand down over her waist and resting it on her bare hip.

"Pleased with yourself?" she breathed, still catching her breath.

"Oh, entirely. I've got you melted in my arms after what I can only imagine is a toe-curling orgasm – I couldn't see your toes."

"Oh, shut up and kiss me, Nicole."

Who was I to deny her that? I closed the few inches between us and took her lower lip into my mouth, gently sucking.

"God, that's hot," she said when we parted.

"What, exactly?"

"I can taste myself."

A shiver ran through me at the huskiness suddenly present in her voice. She started to move, spreading her fingers over my stomach, trailing her hands up over my own waist.

"I thought you said you wouldn't be able to walk, Earp," I teased, digging my fingers lightly into the dip of her waist.

"Oh shut up, would you?"

I chuckled and kissed her cheek. "Give me a minute, all right?" I started to get up, but she arms tightened around my waist.

"Where you goin'?"

"Eyeballs are floatin'," I answered. Her expression opened into understanding, and she let go of me.

"Sorry."

"Don't be," I said, getting up. "Just gotta take care of this. I would've when I got home, but I had a sexy naked woman in my living room."

I ran to the bathroom on watery legs. After I'd peed and cleaned up – thoroughly – I stripped. Why put my clothes back on just to take them off?

I tried to make my walk back to bed seductive; I didn't wanna run back in the way I'd run away, not when revealing my own nudity for the first time. But I got no reaction. Waverly's head was on the bed. Looking more closely, I saw she'd fallen asleep. It wasn't even that late…

"Well, shit," I said, but I couldn't help a small smile. She was fucking adorable. Sighing, I covered her as gently as I could, pulled the silk robe on, and went to grab something from my fridge. I was hungry, yes, but mostly I wanted to give her the time to truly fall asleep. We could revisit me in the morning, when she was rested and I had her full attention.

Twenty minutes later, my cat and myself fed, I shed the robe, pulled back the covers, and coaxed Waverly to move under them with me without waking her up too thoroughly. I fell asleep to the soft feeling of having her skin against mine in the dark. It didn't do a whole lot for the simmering liquid of my arousal, but it sure beat going to bed alone yet again.