ʙᴇᴅ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ. ᛪ༙. nikki freeman x fem!reader
warning(s): none. fluff. not proofread. takes place after cowboys and angels.
index: We should stay right here
We should lay right here
'Cause everything is okay right here
AS SHE AWOKE, before her eyes even opened, nikki reached her arm out to the right side of the bed, hoping to grab hold of your body but instead was met with the feeling of the ruffled sheets—the side of her bed your normally occupied or had been occupying for the last two days was empty; this immediately made her eyes shoot open, brows furrowing in question. she turns to the bedside nightstand and grabs her phone, clicking on it to read the time: nine AM on the dot and a few texts from bear, one from sarah.
but she doesn’t take the time to check any of the notifications on her screen, she flips the comforter off do her body and slings her feet off of the bed, her bare soles meeting the cold hardwood floor; she were only dressed in one of your oversized gym shirts that she refused to give back; not to mention the very messy bun her hair was up into. she sets out to find you, but not before grabbing the glasses she never wore outside the comfort of her home that were laid by her phone.
her bedroom door was cracked open already, she amused first you may be cooking breakfast but she doesn’t smell any aromas in the air, nor does she find you when she meets the kitchen. and she knows you’re not in the living room because well, it were open concept. she thought about checking the bathroom but also ruled that hiding spot out when she notices her front door wide open, the screen door shut though.
taking firms steps she walks towards the door and looks either way, out onto the street and sidewalk before spotting you on the left side of the porch in one of the old wooden chairs, small table in front of you and laptop open as you type away on it.
“hiding from me?” she peeks her head out of the now open screen door.
you look up, unsurprised at her sudden presence. “how’d you find me? i was planning on ditching you actually.”
“wow,” she holds fake and sarcastic hurt on her face, brining her hands to her chest in an offended motion.
“a hit it and quit it? is that all i am to you?”
“trust, if that were the case i would’ve left a long time ago.”
“okay, asshole.” she strides forward, striking you on your arm.
“ow! stop abusing me, meany.”
a deadpanned look, “that did not hurt.”
“yes it did! i think you gave me a boo-boo!”
“are you—are you mocking me?”
“mocking you? i’ll have you know a very pretty girl said that to me before kissing me.” you tease, reaching for her you grab her waist, gently pulling her to your lap.
“anyways,” her eyes roll. “what are you working on?”
“just turning in some last minute assignments.” well you were at least before she had woken up, now you’re full attention is on her.
“mhm,” she leans into your body while wrapping her arm around your shoulders.
“you’re working on homework when we’re supposed to be spending the weekend together, celebrating our anniversary?”
you beam a taunting yet science smile, “i’m a great multitasker.”
“i can’t believe it’s been a year.”
“a year and three days to be exact.”
“you’re such a geek.”
“a geek whom you spent years fawning over, need i remind you?”
wordlessly she rolls her eyes as you continue, “but hey, i get a best friend and a girlfriend in one so i’m not complaining. especially because yearly i get to remember you showing up at my place drunk, confessing your undying love to me.”
“what can i say? i’m an writer, we’re ones for the dramatic.”
you hadn’t slept at all, and by the time your body seemed to be giving out from mental and emotional exhaustion the sun were already coming and nikki were stirring out of her own slumber beside you—but you had already had everything covered, after pacing around non-stop after holding her until she fell asleep, you made sure to grab aspirin to have it on deck for this moment.
“hey…” her greeting is meek and raspy.
“morning,” your voice is just as timid, if not more than her’s.
“how are you feeling?”
“like a train hit me. i have a headache with a bite.”
you lean over to your bedside table, grabbing the two pills. “here, i’ll grab you some water.”
“thank you.”
you give a small ‘mhm’ before moving from the bed, into the kitchen for only two seconds to retrieve a cold bottled water from the fridge.
“i won’t ambush you yet, but, uh, we should talk.”
“yeah…i think we should talk now. it’s only a hangover, i’ve had many so i’ll survive.”
you take a small seat on the bed, your back turned to her as you rub your hands together in a motion to try and soothe whatever nerves rose in you.
“so, uh, you said a lot last night—”
“i know and i’m sorry i just laid it on y—”
“nikki,” turning your body to the side, you face her, making eye contact that seemed scary.
“just—let me finish.” she nods.
“i love you. that’s the obvious here, that—that i feel the same way you do. but i want you to know, i don’t just love because you kissed me or because we slept together. truth is, i think ive always loved you and—and i pushed it down, so far away that i couldn’t see it because i was so scared that you didint feel the same. so scared that i ruin our friendship. whatever happens between us that’s the first thing i need you to know,”
you take a moment to exhale, running your hands through your hair in a soothing motion all while the brunette stares at you with unreadable things in her eyes.
“the second thing i need you to know is, i would never use who you are against you. i know who you are inside and out and i love you because of that. i know you’re scared, i know people like bear, who have some supped up imagine of you and feel entitled to you and your time have you scares but all i ever want is you to be okay, nikki. for you to be happy and i—i would love to be the one to make you happy but im not going to push you to vulnerable when you’re not ready. and—and i wasn’t jealous that night at the party, sure it hurt me but i know that things between us had you messed up and i didn’t want you to make a mistake because of it. i care about you, nikki, strings or not; friends or more, or nothing at all i care about you.”
“fuck,” she hisses, dabbing the crevasses of her eyes that threatened to spill tears.
“when’d you become so emotionally intelligent?”
a breath-ful laugh escapes you, nodding your head at nikki freeman’s inability to be completely serious, no matter the situation.
“it’s my turn to talk, so…you just listen,”
“ok,” you nod, your eyes unable to leave her face.
“i’m sorry. i’m sorry that i was such a dick to you, and that i pushed you away. i mean—i was scared and you know, as i so sloppily proclaimed last night but—that didn’t give me the right to just act like your feelings were nonexistent in this too,” she waves her finger between the two of you.
“and just because i was feeling the way i was doesn’t give me the right to treat you the way i did. i was cold you when i was the person to start all of this in the first place. i—i didn’t even know i could act like that, especially to you out of all people—”
“it’s okay—”
“just listen,” she warns. “so, i’m sorry, y/n. you didn’t deserve the cold shoulder and you didn’t deserve me deliberately kissing other people in front of you just to get a rise out of you. so, now that that’s out of the way,”
she takes a breath as you had when you were speaking, “i meant everything i said last night. i do love you, y/n, and im in love with you. i think ive been in love with you since we were like fourteen. and i don’t know where this leaves us or will take us but i want you in my life regardless—regardless of how scary it is to me, regardless if we’re friends or more. all i know is you’re the one thing that’s remained constant and i want to keep it that.”
“i want it to stay that way too.” it’s almost a whisper from your lips.
“good,” nervously she bites the inside of her cheek. “so, where does this leave us?”
“i—i’m willing to give this a try if you are—i mean obviously we take it slower this time but…”
“slower, yeah, i’d like that.”
“though, i don’t know how slow we’re going because you’re already in my bed.”
she lets out a short laugh, “yeah…sorry i just showed up.”
“no, no, i loved it. the whole breaking the silence, drunk confession, very, uh, cinematic and romantic.”
moving the comforter, she shoots closer to your side of the bed, a wide and teasing smile on her lips as she places a hand on your shoulder.
“does taking it slower involve no kissing yet?”
“mhm,” eyes flickering down to her lips. “i’m sure we can make an exception or two.”
“did you ever plan on telling me you liked me? i mean like before the kiss, when we’re kissed and you realized.”
“mhm, no,” she leans her head onto your shoulder, you hands firmly in her waist and laptop long forgotten about as you two recall that night from a year ago.
“but, you remember that party, jack morson threw freshman year?” you nod. “well, remember when we were all playing spin the bottle and you had a huge crush on lexi martin—“
“oh, lexi martin, how could i forget—”
“anyways! when you spun that bottle i prayed so hard that it would land on me but when it landed on her, i was jealous. i had my second period with her and heard her talking to her friends about she liked you, sooo i may or may not have threatened to kill her cat if she didn’t stay way from you.”
“nikki freeman,” you shake your head in joking disapproval. “you are one wicked woman.”
“says the one who knocked out a frat guy for me.”
“hey! that was different.”
“admit it, you were a little jealous.”
“i plead the fifth.” in a playful manner she leans deeper into your neck, biting it.
“ouu, you wanna do this on your porch? for all your neighbors to see?”
“okay, miss,” she shuffles up from your embrace. “i’m gonna go maw breakfast, you turn in your homework so you can spend time with your girlfriend.”
“sir, yes, sir!”
wordlessly she takes strides back to the front door, only turning to give you two middle fingers. you on the other hand go back to your laptop, which it doesn’t take you long to finish up whatever work you had left to you; after fixing a few typos on a paper and taking a short quiz you’re following in the direction she led, taking the device with you and aimlessly laying it on the kitchen table.
you smile to yourself, eyes going over nikki as her back is turned, attention on the eggs she cracked into a bowl.
“i love you.” you mindlessly confess causing her to turn her head, a small smile on her lips.
“come here,” she holds her hand and it’s pathetically cute how shamelessly fast you go for it.
she leans up, placing a chaste kiss on her lips, immediately you flow into it and wrap your hands around her waist; the feeling of the shirt she wore soft under your fingertips, just as the way her lips felt on yours—soft and somehow just made to fit yours if you had to be the judge of it.
“we should make pancakes—ou, better yet, fluffy ones with blueberries.”
“you’re kissing me and thinking about pancakes?”
“you’re body is soft like pancakes and sweet like them too—”
“okay,” her hand finds a home in the center of your chest. “i’ll work on the eggs, you get the pancake mix started.”
“you’re wish is my command.” you give her one more kiss.
note(s): a small treat for da children
