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I Waverly, You Nicole

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Waverly is standing at the stove cooking breakfast when Nicole sneaks up behind her, wraps her arms around her waist, and kisses her neck.  “Why are you dressed?”

Waverly keeps cooking.  “I’m always dressed!”  She says happily.

Nicole jumps backwards.  “Jesus!  You’re the bot!”  

She hears a chuckle coming from behind her and turns to see Waverly dressed in nothing but her discarded flannel, leaning in the doorway.  “See?  Creepy.”

Nicole throws her hands up in surrender.  “Okay, okay.  I’m sorry I ordered a robot that looks like you!”

Waverly walks over to her and wraps her arms around her waist.  “I’m not.  Otherwise, we may never have met.”

Nicole touches their foreheads together.  “I don’t know.  It’s a small town.  I’m sure we would’ve gotten here eventually.”

Waverly leans up and kisses her.  “Mmm, maybe.”

Nicole gestures behind her.  “But we do need a way to tell you two apart.”

Waverly smirks at her and murmurs.  “I’ll be the one naked in your bed.”

Nicole raises her eyebrow at her.  “Apparently not, since that didn’t work this morning.”

“Maybe I could get my hair cut.”

Nicole runs her fingers through Waverly’s hair.  “You would be beautiful no matter what you do.”  She brushes the hair from Waverly’s neck and tucks it behind her ear.  “I could always return the bot.”

Waverly shakes her head.  “Uh uh.  Chearp Robotics has a strict ‘no-returns’ policy.”

Nicole leans down and kisses Waverly’s neck.  “Well, maybe I can get the owner to make an exception.”

Waverly tilts her head to the side to give Nicole more room.  “Nope!  Besides, we have to go back to work and having someone to cook and clean for us would be divine.”

Nicole moves to the other side of her neck.  “Hmmm, true.  But maybe not today.”

Waverly pulls away slightly and raises her eyebrows.  “Oh?  Do you have something else in mind?”  She asks with a smirk.

Nicole stands up and looks behind her.  “Waverly, we’ll have breakfast in my bedroom.”

The bot nods.  “Okay then!”

“I believe there was something you said you wanted to do to me this morning?”  The redhead says with a smirk as she holds her hand out to Waverly, who smiles widely as she takes it.

Waverly pulls Nicole to her close and whispers, “And maybe you can show me that toy collection you have stashed next to your bed.”  She gives her a wink as she saunters to the room.

Nicole’s jaw drops and she trips over her own feet before rushing after Waverly and slamming the door.


6 Months Later

“And we’re on the floor.”  Nicole is flat on her back with Waverly’s head resting on her outstretched arm and a tablecloth covering them, both breathing heavily.

Waverly glances at her.  “How’d that happen?”

Nicole smirks back, showing off her dimple.  “Determination?”  She rolls over and settles herself on top of Waverly.  “And I blame you.”  She leans down with a quick kiss.

Waverly pushes lightly at her shoulder until they lock eyes.  “Me?  What did I do?”

Nicole tilts her head at a pile of black and white fabric on the floor.  “You were prancing around here wearing a french maid outfit!  Like you didn’t know what was going to happen!”

Waverly pokes her in the side.  “Hey!  Just trying to fulfill your fantasy!”

Nicole’s eyes go wide.  “My WHAT?!?”

Waverly gives her a big knowing smile.  “You mentioned it the first day we met.”  She shrugs.  “I figured it was something you had thought about since it was foremost on your mind that day.”  Nicole groans in embarrassment and drops her head to the crook of her neck and Waverly wraps her arms around her shoulders, giggling.  

Nicole leans up again with a smile.  “So...where should we christen next?”  She teases, wiggling her eyebrows.  

Waverly nudges her again and they both sit up.  “Somewhere that’s not quite so hard on our backs?  And I don’t think there is a single place in this house that hasn’t been ‘christened’.”  

She leans in for a kiss and Nicole obliges.  She moves her lips to her neck and Nicole tilts her head to give her better access.  “Mmmm, we have been doing our best to hit everywhere.  But I’m sure we’ll come up with something.  The stairs?”

Waverly pulls back with a questioning glare.  “What stairs?  This is a single story house!”

Nicole shrugs.  “There are a couple out front.”

Waverly shakes her head with a laugh.  “Yeah, I don’t think we need to give the neighbors a show.  Next house, we’ll make sure there are stairs, as uncomfortable as that sounds, you weirdo.”  The doorbell rings and Waverly kicks Nicole’s legs lightly.  “Can you get that?”  

Nicole grabs the tablecloth and wraps it around herself as Waverly scrambles to grab a throw from the back of the couch to cover herself.  Nicole opens the front door to a brunette woman standing outside.  

“Hey.  I’m Rosita from Chearp Robotics.”  Rosita holds out her hand.

The smile on Nicole’s face drops.  “Waverly!”

Waverly giggles and skips over to the door.  “Come on in, Rosita.”  Nicole steps back and Rosita walks inside.  Nicole looks between Waverly and Rosita with shocked confusion on her face.  Waverly explains.  “The Waverlybot was creepy and confusing.  So Jeremy and I decided to...redesign?  Repurpose?”  She shrugs.  “Reprogram her.”  She holds out her arms with a flourish.  “And, tada!  Rosita was born.  Now we have a housekeeper who doesn’t have my face.  And we adjusted her personality programming a bit too.  The other one was just too chipper!”  She stands on her tiptoes and presses a kiss to Nicole’s cheek.  “Happy anniversary, Baby.”

Nicole laughs and pulls Waverly into a tight hug.  “Happy anniversary.”  She pulls back and kisses Waverly, starting off softly but quickly growing in intensity.  They break apart when they find it hard to breathe.  “Hey, Rosita.”

Rosita looks at her.  “Yeah?”

Nicole cocks her head towards the kitchen.  “Go hide in a closet somewhere, will you?”

Rosita nods.  “Sure, whatever.”  She walks into the kitchen and they hear a door open and close.

Waverly leans her head into Nicole’s chest with a chuckle.  Nicole kisses the top of her head.  “And you…”  Waverly looks up at her and lifts an eyebrow.  “Bed.”

Waverly smiles.  “Yes, Ma’am.”  And rushes off to the bedroom.

“What’ve I said about that ‘Ma’am’ stuff?!”  She laughs and chases after her, slamming the door closed behind her.

~The End~