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The silence was sharp and icy, not even music could fill it, Wednesday had always felt an affinity for silence, it made her feel calm, however, at that precise moment she was hating it, it provoked dread and something akin to panic, in the softest, yet eternal way.
It was torture.
And, as strange as it seemed, she didn't like it one bit.
It was visiting weekend, her parents were here, but her mother had had a vision, the first negative vision in her entire life; a strange thing for a pigeon, the only thing that could make it stranger was that she, in turn, had the same vision. She had read of converging visions, but they always occurred between crows, only, and she hadn't liked that one. Probably a threat from her mother's past was going straight for the Addamses.
So, here he was, in Xavier's little cabin, he knew it was a bit bold to show up after deliberately ignoring him for two weeks, but desperate situations, called for desperate measures.
"I need your help." Wednesday said, her voice clear and direct, as always.
Xavier let out a groan as he looked at her in disbelief, annoyance and anger.
"You're unbelievable, Addams!" he spat. "So, you ignore me, you disappear, I save your life, I almost die, you ignore me again and, then, you come to me for help?
"It's not my fault Tyler wanted to kill me and you decided to play the hero game."
Xavier's face hardened and for a mere instant, Wednesday almost regretted it, it had been months since she had seen that expression on the boy's face, since before the vacations. After the defeat of Crackstone, their relationship had relaxed, it was friendly, and even fun, Xavier enjoyed pushing her buttons and making her angry, and Wednesday enjoyed the competitiveness that had been born between them. It was exciting and exhilarating, Wednesday was horrified by it.
Things changed with Tyler's return, and although it wasn't for the reason Xavier imagined, they had grown apart, that needed no further explanation and Wednesday kept telling herself it was for the best, for her and for him.
"That's called being your friend." Replied the boy taking a step forward. "Although it seems a lot of times you're not clear on what it is."
"Well, you already knew what I'm like when you decided to embark on this friendship." She replied instantly, mimicking his action, stepping closer with dominant posture. "I always put my needs first."
"What it seems is that you don't know what I'm like." Said the boy, his posture was just as offensive and dominant as hers, they looked like two warriors about to launch into an attack. "I'm tired of being a puppet, so, I'd appreciate it if you'd leave, go to your parents or whoever you feel like, but, leave me alone."
Wednesday blinked and for a second had the urge to step back, but didn't. Wednesday Addams never backed away. That had hurt. As much as she wished what she was saying was true, the reality was far from it, she wanted to be careless, especially, when it came to him, however, it wasn't.
"Stop acting like you're right when you don't know anything." she spat, her composure disappearing for a second, her emotionless mask slipping from her face.
"I know enough."
As he said those words he leaned toward her, just a little, but their faces remained staring at each other face to face defiantly. Silence returned to the cabin, as icy and tense as before, yet it felt like a bombshell was about to go off at any moment.
Xavier Thorpe was a moron, Wednesday thought as she stared at him. He was clueless. She had let her guard down with him, she had let him get close to her, because of him, in her facade there was a crack, a weakness and Tyler had taken advantage of it to exact his revenge for Laurel's death.
Shortly after her return the bastard of Tyler cornered her and told her he was going to finish her off, but, first he was going to make her suffer, like she had never suffered before. In short, he was going to go after the people he cared about and Galpin was no fool, he wouldn't go after sweet Enid Sinclair, the lycanthrope who had already defeated him, he wouldn't even go after poor Eugene, his target was Xavier. A seer with hardly any powers, with unresolved feelings towards her and with whom they had already had some clashes.
So she decided to stay away, it was for the best. She had been already on the verge of ruining Xavier's life, something she already regretted, although she would never tell him directly, she didn't want to cost him his own life, once again.
It wasn't enough, as was obvious. Tyler used her as bait and Xavier fell for it like the idiot he was.
The image of Xavier's bloody and unconscious body on the mud appeared in her mind and she had to blink twice to keep her eyes from filling with tears. Then that image disappeared and she saw Xavier's face mere inches from hers again, it infuriated her.
"You're a clueless idiot."
At her outburst of fury, the boy froze for a few moments, staring at her.
"Then explain it to me." His voice was still cold and annoyed, but it was much softer, his gaze had also softened and Wednesday felt weak and warm.
It was time to leave.
"I don't have time for this."
"You want my help?" He replied. "Then I want an explanation."
"Forget it, Xavier." She sighed ready to leave, sometimes a timely retreat was better than a humiliating victory.
"What the fuck is your problem?" The boy spat as he followed her, frustration radiating from his voice.
"I don't have a problem."
"Sure you don't."
His tone of voice was ironic and venomous. Wednesday was sure that in his breath she could smell anger, but to her it was like a needle pricking a balloon, her mask slipped further, and out of the blue she turned around facing him once more.
"You, you are my problem!" she spat angrily.
"Me?" he asked confused, confusion soon turning to fury. "What am I supposed to have done to you?"
"You are the most frustrating person I have ever met." she retorted and for the first time in her entire life, Wednesday raised her voice, for the first time in her life she was an active participant in an argument. "Because of you I am weak."
"Because of me?"
"Yes, because for some absurd reason I don't understand I care about you and now you're in Tyler's crosshairs." She replied as she pointed her finger at him accusingly, too focused on the discussion to realize that she had provided Xavier with the explanation he wanted. "I'm weak and it's because of you."
At those words they fell silent, Wednesday's mask had fallen completely, her emotions were out in the open and on full display, her lips pursed, her cheeks flushed and her eyes misty with tears. Xavier was staring at her, his expression stupefied at the image of her face so full of emotion but before he could say anything, Wednesday closed her fist around the fabric of Xavier's sweatshirt and pulled him close, bringing their lips together and without thinking brought them together in a hungry kiss, full of rage, emotion and, something she herself didn't know how to describe.
They separated for a second, looking into each other's eyes and then kissing again. In an instant Xavier's hands were roaming up and down her back quickly, as if he wanted to touch her everywhere at once, and she tangled her hands in his sandy-colored hair. If Wednesday had been able to think straight she would have been surprised at their speed from arguing to making out like the two teenagers they were. Something in his gut tensed at the thought and he let out a moan.
For a few seconds, Xavier parted his lips to kiss her neck, moved down to her collarbone and returned to her lips with the same eagerness she felt in her body. Her blood and skin burned, everything that wasn't Xavier's touch bothered her, her clothes for example, and her legs trembled.
After a while of kissing she noticed something hard digging into her abdomen , it was Xavier, and something in her shuddered. He, to her martyrdom, broke the kiss and stared at her.
"I don't want to force you to do anything." He said, his voice as unsteady as her legs.
"You are not." She answered. "If it were I would not be here."
Then she took a step back, her stare was black and intense. First, she undid first her braids, then she pulled down her skirt, and then finally started unbuttoning her shirt, she did it slowly, like she had all the time in the world, enjoying his face, as he stared at her without moving.
When she was done, she stood there letting him watch her in all her naked glory. And that's what he did.
She was only wearing her shoes and the school's shirt, completly open, so he'd see everything of her. Her hair was a mess, her skin was turning pink, he could see every curve and every edge, he could see all of. So tha's what he did, watch, like the idiot he was.
"Shit," he gulped, his hands itching to reach forward and touch her, all of her.
He wanted her in every worst possible way, so much that his loins ached with it. His hands then came to slam against the table, opposite each side of her waist. He had her trapped, but she was just as desperate to feel his body against her own, and so didn't utter a word of protest.
Xavier leaned his face in to brush his nose against hers, as if he was expecting her to make the first move.
Wednesday leaned in expectantly while her eyes fluttered closed. Her hands came up to his chest, clutching at the thin material of his shirt as she longed to make contact with his flushed skin. He involuntarily growled when he felt her full breasts press up against him, and couldn't stop the way his fingers started caressing patterns along her naked body.
They hadn't done anything and Xavier looked like he was about to combust, well, she had no right to say anything when she felt the same.
His touch was electric, his right hand following the curve of her left shoulder and arm before gently skimming across the hardened bud of her nipple. Wednesday gasped before he hungrily took her mouth with his own, his clever tongue warring with hers without a warning or plea for entry. She moaned into his mouth as his hand continued its trek past the swell of her left breast, and down her flat abdomen, raising goose bumps all along the way. Her body arched into his touch. The pads of his fingers tip toed slowly below her navel, and then teasingly to the full curve of her hip and the small of her waist. All the while, one of Wednesday's long, pale leg came to wrap around his, perilously trying to draw him further into her.
His rigid, thick erection rubbed against her belly through his pants, and Xavier, suddenly, did the unexpected. He grabed her by the bottom and picked her up, setting Wednesday down on the table. And then, he was pressing himself against her, grinding his hips into her and banging their bodies loudly, his knees hitting the wooden table.
Wednesday felt warm, hot, about to die. Something was burning in her loins, tension building on her, and she was helpless, all she could do was mewl and moan, it was pathetic, and gross, pure and sweet torture and she was having the time of her life.
And just when she thought that It couldn't get worse, his right hand traced along her prominent hip bone before venturing past the trail of fine, dark hair to find her heated core, slipping a finger inside of her wet folds.
It stinged, it didn't hurt, and she felt disappointed, all the fuss for this? And then he started to move and curl his finger inside her, her mouth fell open.
A moan of his name escaped her lips, and in any other situation she'd feel mortified, but instead, she brought her hands to his hair, grabbing fistfuls of it as he worked a second finger inside her hole, his thumb moving to gently rub the nub of her clit. Wednesday's back arched and she whimpered weakly in his arms as he moved faster against her sensitive lips.
She squirmed under his touch, her hips bucking to get his fingers to plunge deeper inside of her. Wednesday's moans grew louder and louder the more he worked in her, her features contorting in euphoric agony.
Xavier whispered into her ear, his voice gruff and laced with an otherworldly, masculine tone, and his voice did something to her. "Fuck, you're so wet."
He rubbed her swollen bud with more urgency as driving her closer and closer to the edge.
The boy's warm exhalation came up against the lobe of her ear, and he took the opportunity to hum sweet nothings to her just before she climaxed. They were just words, and with her mind hazy with an all consuming lust and need, they jumbled together and were barely coherent in that moment. He licked and nibbled at her neck and ears, often kissing the tender spot just above her jugular.
Wednesday felt the gradual build up within her, and somehow keen on this, Xavier picked up his pace again, plunging his fingers as deep as he could while she thrashed her head wildly. Her pulse quickened, her screams became more erratic and high pitched when she finally rode wave after wave of her orgasm. He kissed her roughly then, his slick tongue battling with hers.
They stared at each other, Wednesday's breathing was uneven and accelerated, and Xavier looked at her, his green eyes seemed gray with lust and his breathing also seemed agitated, as if he had felt and enjoyed more than she did, his lips were swollen from kissing and biting and Wednesday wanted more, so she kissed him once more, grinding her center on his erection, and he let out a moan, a painful one.
"Shit." He hissed through his teeth, so she did It again and again, until he stoped her hips. "Wednesday, I--I know you haven’t before but--fuck, please, can we?
Xavier unziped his pants. He pulled his penis out and started at her as he stroked himself, his gaze darle, his mouth opened. And maybe it's the way he said her name, maybe the fire on her loins or how he looks at her while he is stroking himself but she nodded, forgeting all the words in the English vocabulary.
"If you want to stop just say the word."
"Shut your mouth and fuck me."
That words seemed to awaken something in him because in one swift motion, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, revealing a lean torso, then closed the distance between them again, reveling in how she reacted to his body when he pressed himself against her. She could feel his hardness bump against her, and that made her moan, once again.
He brought his face down to hers as if he was about to kiss her once again, but he didn't and she mewled like an abandoned animal, that made him smile and she felt pathetic, again, her dignity lost in a sea of hormones and carnality. Instead, Xavier nuzzled into her neck and she craned her head to the side to grant him more access. He licked and sucked on her skin, right below her jaw, and Wednesday's fingers dug into his broad shoulders while she purred softly.
"That for sure is going to leave a mark." She thought.
Then he’s lining up, sliding between her labia. He thrusts forward. It stinged again, he didn't move, he just stayed there still, groaning and grunting like a wild animal, staring down at her in rapture. Wednesday has never found him more atractive.
She noded, digging her hips on his hips, urging him to move and Xavier started to move, slowly, sliding deeper and a glutural moan echoed in the place.
Time of bottled up sexual tension, restrained emotions, and culminating passion had a bad habit of boiling over. And that's what happened.
They hadn't even made it to the bedroom, much less an actual bed. In that moment, nothing mattered to Xavier, just her and the soft whimpers that spilled from her lips, and the way her fingers became claws digging into his back when he penetrated her for the first time.
“You feel so fucking good. Shit.” He moaned, his free arm around her, holding her close. She’s overly full. The tension is threatening to overwhelm her once again.
Xavier swears under his breath. He keeps moving, she feels incredibily light then suddenly the door opens, breaking the spell, there was standing Pugsley Fucking Addams.
"Fuck"
There before her eyes was her hated brother, Pugsley, seeing her in one of the most embarrassing situations in the world, when he had surely come looking for her. Pugsley's round eyes widened, processing the image before his eyes. Wednesday and Xavier pulled away as if their bodies were on fire, though between lust and embarrassment so felt Wednessday.
"What the fuck are you doing here, you idiot!" she exclaimed covering her body with her shirt.
"I was looking for you, Mom was worried." he explained slowly.
"You should learn to knock." replied Wednesday, as Xavier was pulling up his pants, she remained static and still sitting on the old wooden table. "I was busy."
"I can see that." Her brother replied, a smile appeared on Pugsley's chubby face and Wednesday had to hold back the urge to rip his head off, as if that was funny. "I'm Pugsley Addams.
"Figured. I'm Xavier Thorpe, by the way." The boy introduced himself, his face was completely red and his gaze was moving across the floor in search of his shirt, at least he was wearing his pants.
"The one from the calls, right?" he nodded, then turned to her. "Uncle Fester is going to love this."
Wednesday's eyes widened and not caring about her state of undress she hopped off the table, and shot a glare at her brother, who broke into a run, her behind him.
"I'm going to kill you."
"Wednesday! Go back and get dressed, for God's sake."
"No. First I'm gonna make him pay." She screamed. "I'll kill him before someone sees me."