A/N: And this one is all Waverly.

It took three more tries before both Waverly and Nicole gave up and stopped trying.

A dinner date ended in food poisoning for Nicole. A weekend trip out of town – their first – made Waverly so nervous she could barely sleep, worrying something would happen to her babies while they were away. Indeed she had been so sick with worry (they had no cell reception at their little mountain cabin) that Nicole had merely packed them up the next morning and wordlessly driven them home, hand buried in the hair at the nape of Waverly's neck to help calm her until they had reception once more.

The third try had been a simple, and rare, day off together. Naptime had come, and Waverly had been so close to an orgasm. But then Julia had started crying and Waverly's boobs had started to leak in response and… well. It was kind of hard to keep going from there, even for a solo finish while Nicole handled the wakeup and mealtime. The intimate time had been delicious, and Waverly relished what she could get. But screeching to such an abrupt halt had been jarring to say the least.

So they quietly just… stopped trying. Waverly found every excuse to touch her wife, to kiss her and cuddle her and be available for a spontaneous trip to Pound Town, getting the physical affection she needed even if it didn't come with sex. And Nicole, too, seemed to reach for Waverly more, holding her and kissing her hair and rubbing her shoulders even when she was tired.

But Waverly stopped trying to force it. It just… she couldn't trust that it would happen, and she couldn't handle the disappointment when she got her hopes up any longer.

And it was okay. Good, even. She and Nicole had not been this affectionate since before Waverly got pregnant. She'd been too uncomfortable, too hot – a different and weird experience for Waverly of Four Blankets fame – while pregnant. She'd then been touched out while exclusively breastfeeding twin babies every three-to-four hours. But now she forced herself to fill some of her touch quota with her wife's skin and it was divine. She'd missed it, and she hadn't even realized it until her libido had turned back on.

She woke up on the morning of the girls' first birthday feeling good. She woke Nicole up with a kiss, smiling into those lips that she used to not be able to get enough of. Still couldn't, truth be told. At least, not this morning.

"Mmmmm you taste good," she murmured.

Nicole scoffed, laughing as she said, "I do not! I forgot to brush my teeth last night!"

"Don't care," Waverly murmured, pulling her wife closer and kissing her again. "I want more of you."

A predictable sound pierced the air. A happy sound – a squeal of delight – this time, at least, but still. Elizabeth and Julia were awake. That had been what had awoken Waverly minutes before: happy baby sounds.

A groan. "I swear, I am so going to enjoy busting up their make out sessions when they're teenagers," Nicole whispered. She gave Waverly one last peck on the tip of her nose. "You wanna nurse them here, or in the nursery?"

"Is there any way I can convince you to snuggle me while I nurse them?"

Nicole's expression softened. "We've tried that, baby, you know it doesn't work. You just get too hot and nothing gets done. But I can make you eggs and let you eat them in peace once you guys are done?"

Waverly's stomach growled at the mention of eggs. The Breastfeeding Hunger had never really gone away. She wondered what it would be like to have to watch what she ate again; right now it seemed like everything she ate went straight into her children, no matter how much she shoveled into her mouth.

"You have yourself a deal, Officer," she said, mock-saluting. Nicole grinned, then laughed, the sound trailing her as she left the bedroom.

"And I'll nurse them in bed!" Waverly called, before turning off the monitor, pulling down the nursing bra on her shirt, and lying back.

"You guys don't even know what's coming!" Nicole said, her tone exaggerated to try to get the girls excited. Elizabeth squealed "Mama!" in reply, while Julia just yelled "No!" It was her second word.

Waverly rolled her eyes. "I'm sure they won't remember it. And they won't even know why today is different."

Nicole laughed. "No, they won't. But the first birthday isn't really for them, right? It's for us." Her hand landed softly on Waverly's knee, the callused palm warm on her exposed skin. "We survived. We made it to the year mark, and regular, ordinary life with twins didn't kill anyone."

Waverly sighed, a happy smile overtaking her face. "You're right. We did. God, how do people ever decide to have more children after twins?"

"I imagine most of them are people who don't use complicated medical science to make babies," Nicole chuckled, and Waverly joined in. It was true. IVF and then carrying two babies had been no joke. They weren't entirely sure whether they wanted more children or not, but they were agreed that if they did have more, Waverly would not be the one carrying the next pregnancy. Because, as Wynonna would say, fuuuuuuuck that.

Nicole slowed down the SUV, turning on her signal, even though there was no one around to signal to. They turned onto the long drive towards the homestead, the familiar house and barn in the distance bringing a smile to both their faces.

"I'll never forget coming back here the first time," Waverly said.

"Oh yeah? God, that must've been back…"

"When everything started," Waverly finished. "I hadn't even met you. I think I met you the next day, maybe? Wynonna had just come back into town. I don't think I'd even met Doc yet." She shook her head, turning a smile on Nicole. "It was the beginning of a lot of relationships that are now family," she said, a small smile turning her lips up.

Nicole didn't respond, just smiling and squeezing her knee in return.

Ten minutes later, Waverly watched as Alice led Elizabeth and Julia, both now walking with confidence, in a merry chase around a fenced in part of the yard. Outside of the fence, Alice's Australian shepherd watched with anxious eyes, wanting so badly to herd the little people and keep them from moving so much.

"You sure they'll be okay out here?" Waverly asked her sister.

"I got you covered, girl!" Wynonna said, squeezing her shoulder. She then leaned closer. "I have Nicole in the bedroom looking for some bogus decoration for the party. Go bang her on your old bed!"

Waverly turned blinking eyes on her sister. "I… what?!"

"This is my birthday gift to you! The girls! Whatever! Go bang your wife, I know it's been like months!"

Waverly frowned. "More like a year."

Wynonna's eyes made a valiant effort at popping out of her face. "A year?! How… just how?!"

Waverly shrugged one shoulder. "Pregnancy, hormones, busy with babies… Between not having the drive and not having the opportunity…" She looked away. "Though lately it's only lack of finding the time. That particular switched flipped back on about a month ago."

"So… what about that night I had the girls over? Wasn't that for sex?"

Waverly groaned. "Nicole came home a little traumatized after dealing with a bad accident. It…"

"Didn't get her lady parts pumping?" Wynonna supplied.

Waverly smacked her shoulder with a guffaw. "God, Wynonna!"

Wynonna just laughed.

Waverly continued. "Anyway, I stopped trying to force it. We've been getting intimacy in other ways…"

A beat. The Wynonna was yelling. "Holy shit, Waves, you need to go hold her down and ride her face or something pronto!" And with that, she forcibly turned Waverly around and pushed her toward the door with a kick to the rump.

Waverly giggled as she entered the kitchen. Not much had changed since she lived here, though it was a little messier, and had a lot more items meant for a child scattered about.

Waverly ignored it all, making a beeline for the stairs that led up to the majority of the bedrooms. Her old room – Willa's old room – had been converted to a guest room, which mostly meant it had the same furniture and bedspread, but all of Waverly's belongings had been moved out when she had started cohabitating with Nicole years ago.

Waverly pushed the door open as gently as she could, peeking inside to see what Nicole was up to. The tall redhead, dressed in jeans and a white ribbed tank top, was currently on tiptoe, rummaging at the top of the closet. Her arms were pulling the hem of her shirt up, exposing the small of her back to Waverly's hungry eyes.

Waverly wanted it. She wanted the muscular arms under one hand while she fisted the newly-short hair in the other. She wanted to peel those jeans off. She wanted to push Nicole down on her old bed and straddle her and kiss and kiss and kiss her until neither of them could breathe.

And she could now.

Stepping all the way into the room, Waverly closed the door behind her, making sure it made just enough noise so that Nicole would know she was there without startling her.

Nicole looked over her shoulder. "Oh, hey baby."

Waverly crossed the room in three steps, placing her hands on Nicole's bared skin. "Hey," she replied in a low voice, sweeping her fingers up under the tank top.

"Oh, that tickles!" Nicole laughed, dropping whatever she was holding and lowering her arms.

Waverly knew what she was doing. Once Nicole's arms were freed, she pulled her back enough to slip around and in front of her. Then she slipped her fingers back up under Nicole's shirt, immediately finding the edge of the taller woman's bra – a favored sensitive spot.

"Whoa, down, girl," Nicole laughed, looking down even as she let her hands come to rest of Waverly's hips. Something on Waverly's face must have given Nicole pause, however, because her laugh died in her throat, her expression changing rapidly from mirth to wide-eyed seriousness.

"I want you," Waverly said simply, tilting her chin up for a kiss and watching as Nicole's gaze zeroed in on her lips.

"I…"

"Wynonna's on it. They're fine. Now kiss me."

Nicole obeyed, lowering her lips to meet Waverly's. She did taste better from that morning – she'd eaten and brushed the morning breath away – but still Waverly tasted that lovely, familiar taste that was what she couldn't get enough of that morning. Couldn't get enough of ever. She moaned into the kiss, and something seemed to snap between them.

The next few minutes were all teeth and lips and clothes dumped unceremoniously on the floor. Waverly steered Nicole backward, sprawling out on top of her now-naked wife when the backs of her knees hit the old bed. The springs made far too much noise with their movement, but God she didn't care.

Trailing kisses along Nicole's throat, Waverly rejoiced in the hissed intake of breath when she nipped at the pale skin with her teeth.

"God, Waves, yes," Nicole moaned, and Waverly could just picture her face, her eyes closed and her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Nicole's hands pulled at Waverly's top – still on because she was not going to let lactation ruin the mood this time. Waverly let out a little squeal when long, sure fingers dipped into the small of her back, nails digging in to her skin and dragging all the way up to her shoulder blades.

"Nicole…"

"What do you want, baby?"

Waverly moved lower, tongue finding a sensitive nipple as her fingers searching for purchase, tangling in dark, coarse hair. They were both a bit woolly these days – who had time for trimming or shaving when there were babies to take care of? – but it didn't matter one bit. This was her wife and the hair and the scents and the freckles and the few wrinkles – even the one grey hair Nicole had found the other day – they were all part of this person she so badly needed to connect with.

"I wanna taste you," she murmured around Nicole's nipple, and the redhead's whole body convulsed when Waverly added a slight scrape of her teeth.

"God, yes," Nicole panted, trying to sit up.

"Nope," Waverly said, planting her hand between Nicole's breasts and pressing her into the bed. "Stay there."

"Yes, ma'am," Nicole breathed, and let her head fall back onto the mattress.

Waverly slipped off the bed onto her knees, spreading Nicole open before her, and didn't even take a moment to relish before diving forward. She parted hair with her fingers, pressed out with her tongue, and was suddenly enveloped by familiar and missed tastes and scents. Heady and tangy and thick, smooth and salty and musky, Waverly was so overwhelmed that she found her head trying to float right off her shoulders.

Nicole's cries kept her grounded. Nicole's hand buried in her hair kept her grounded. Nicole's bucking, gyrating hips kept her grounded.

Nicole kept her grounded. Always. Always.

Very quickly, Waverly brought two fingers up and pressed in, finding the spot she knew she would. She had learned all of Nicole's secrets in their first years together, and now she played her like a virtuoso on a treasured instrument. It didn't matter that they had not come together in this way in some time. It only mattered that they knew the steps to this dance without having to speak any words, but the words were fun anyway.

A moan, a groan, panting breaths – all these sounds filled the air, and then Nicole was bucking against Waverly's hand, against her mouth, her whole body winding tightly together before releasing in a glorious wave of fluid and pleasure.

Waverly's jaw was sore. Her wrist was sore. She was pretty sure she'd left marks on Nicole's throat that would be very difficult to explain to the ever-curious Alice. But she didn't care. Nicole Haught, her wife and her lover, was coming undone at her touch and right at that moment, nothing else in the world mattered.

Later, fully satiated and sore and tired, Waverly lay naked from the waist down with her head on Nicole's shoulder. They both still panted, catching their breaths. Sweat Waverly knew would be slow to dry shone on both of them, making them stick to each other. But she didn't care. She was warm and sated and so in love with the woman who belonged to all the skin she was pressing her face into.

"So that was… wild," Nicole ventured.

Waverly smiled, then laughed.

"Wynonna's idea?"

Waverly shook her head in exasperation. "Yes. Our birthday present."

Waverly felt Nicole's smile, where her face was pressed to the top of her head. "Well. I'll have to find a way to thank her for finding the time for us."

Waverly smiled, and hugged Nicole a little closer. "Later," she murmured.

Nicole chuckled. "Okay, baby. Later."

A/N: You totally thought I was gonna drag you on a twenty chapter adventure in All The Ways Life Gets In The Way of Sex, didn't you? Believe me, I was tempted. There are so many ways I can think of clam-jamming these two. But, alas, I didn't have the heart. So here you have it.

They found the fucking time.