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After Wednesday defeated Crackstone and Laurel, life resumed. Tyler was sent away to a psychiatric hospital and Wednesday never saw him again. Though she thought about him far more often then she’d like to admit.
She continued her education at Nevermore and graduated two and a half years later with her best friend Enid by her side. Wednesday wasn't sure what she wanted to study in college, so she decided to take a gap year where she’d instead focus on publishing and writing more of the Viper De La Muerte series.
There was a coffee shop near her house in New Jersey called The Dark Dahlia Cafe. Wednesday had never been there before, though she found the name intriguing. Mother thought it would be a nice place for her to go to get different scenery while she wrote. Her parents suggested she leave the house sometimes since she’d spent the last few months since graduating locked in her room, drafting and editing. Eventually, she took their advice and decided she would try the place out.
It was late October, and the weather was stormy and grey- her favorite. Wednesday walked into town, rain drops kissing her umbrella, and located the cafe. It wasn't too far from home, only a twenty-minute walk which she quite enjoyed. The exterior of the coffee shop was as nice as its name. A grey, brick building with black backing for the title sign and a black door. The title of the cafe was written in a light-up cursive font that was violet like a bruise.
Wednesday pushed the door open and was greeted by the smell of coffee, baked goods, and dish detergent. There was a hint of something else too, a familiar scent of pine and plant. Upon examining the interior further, she noticed there was a variety of flora adorning the windowsills. She was delighted that her olfactory sense had improved.
Wednesday found herself a booth by the window where she could bask in the gloom outside and sort through her writing notes. She pulled her laptop out of its case and powered it on. She once thought she’d never use an electronic device, but she could no longer pass up the convenience of a portable typewriter with a backspace button.
She sat in Dark Dahlia for a while and decided she liked the atmosphere. It was quiet enough, and not too crowded or bright in lighting. Wednesday decided she’d order a quad. She hoped the coffee would not disappoint. She made her way to the counter up front and rang the tiny bell.
Wednesday tapped her black nails against the granite countertop. It was a deep, charcoal color with white flecks. In a small vase near the bell was a paperwhite narcissus. This cafe was one of the most aesthetically pleasing places she’d ever been besides her own home and Nevermore. She thought she could get used to writing here.
Footsteps came from the back room, and when Wednesday looked up from the counter, her breath was stolen from her lungs. Right in front of her stood Tyler Galpin.
He opened his mouth to talk, but nothing came out but a small gasp. They stared at each other, both far too stunned to speak. Wednesday’s heart sank into her stomach.
Tyler broke eye contact. “Hello, what can I get for you?”
Wednesday swallowed. “A quad over ice.”
“Okay.” Without looking at her, Tyler turned around and started making her drink.
Wednesday was in disbelief. She eyed him once more while his back was turned, trying to make sure she was seeing things right. He was wearing a polo shirt like the one he used to wear at the Weathervane, only this one was black and so were his jeans. His apron was a charcoal grey color instead of the red one he used to wear. She noticed a mole on the back of his right arm, just above the elbow. That was the same mole Tyler had. Wednesday spotted it frequently when she used to stare at his arms.
Her musings were confirmed when Tyler turned around, showing his face again. It was definitely him- she hadn’t gone insane yet. Tyler's hazel eyes stared at her brown ones. Recognition flickered in them. She wondered if he was experiencing the same mental turmoil and denial she was when he prepared her drink.
“Here you go.” He slid her quad on the dark granite counter.
Wednesday was knee deep in déjà vu as she grabbed the cold, white cup. “Thank you.”
She glanced at Tyler once more before returning to her booth. She sat before her empty word document which was waiting for her to write her next chapter, but Wednesday couldn't shake the way this situation brought her back to sophomore year of high school. She couldn't tell if she completely hated the feeling or not- if she hated Tyler- and the uncertainty only made her more upset and confused. She spent the next hour avoiding looking in Tyler’s direction.
What was Tyler doing here in New Jersey? Why was he working at a coffee shop near her house? When did he get out of treatment? What were the odds this would happen to her? It felt like the strangest circumstances always chose her. The universe was a talented torturer.
She didn’t get any writing done that day.
~*~
Three days later, Wednesday showed up at The Dark Dahlia Cafe once more. She sat in the same booth as last time and opened her computer to write. She stalled getting a coffee. She wanted to see if Tyler was working again first so she could mentally prepare herself. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to be or not.
Her heart plummeted again when he and one of his coworkers walked to the front counter to take an order. She quickly moved her gaze back to her laptop and tried to immerse herself in her writing, but her mind was too busy being immersed in Tyler.
Wednesday packed up her laptop and left without ordering anything. She walked swiftly out of the shop, hoping Tyler wouldn’t notice she was there.
~*~
Wednesday couldn’t keep Tyler out of her mind. It angered her. As she laid in bed, her thoughts drifted back to high school. Their first-time meeting, the Rave’n, their first kiss- then her vision and how he betrayed her.
She was mad at him for everything that happened, even though she knew it wasn’t his fault. Laurel was controlling him. It was Laurel who forced him to follow her genocide plan and hurt Wednesday.
But Tyler being controlled did not necessarily mean he actually had feelings for her, or that what happened had meant anything to him. It all could have been a lie. Laurel could have been the sole reason he engaged with her in the first place.
Wednesday was especially frustrated when she thought about the time he grabbed her in the woods. How his warm hand covered her mouth and his sturdy chest pressed against her back. Or their first kiss. How his lips pressed gingerly against hers. What could have happened if she didn’t get that vision? She was frustrated by how those memories made her tingle between her legs.
How the next thing she did was slide her hand down her pajama pants and press her fingertips against her clit. She was mad that no one else had made her feel like this. No one since Tyler.
Why did a traitor from three years ago still have so much hold over her?
~*~
For the third time, Wednesday decided to go to Dark Dahlia. The weather was perfect again, misty, and cold. It was a great time to go for a walk and do some writing. She promised herself she would not be distracted this time. It didn’t matter if Tyler was working or not. Wednesday was going to order a quad and write her next chapter. It had been six days since she finished chapter fourteen of her book and chapter fifteen had only one paragraph written. It was about time she controlled herself.
Wednesday grabbed the silver handle and pushed the door open. Just as she entered the shop, a cloud of steam shot of the espresso machine and into a barista’s face. Tyler backed away and wiped his face on the back of his hand before grabbing a rag. Without thinking, Wednesday approached the counter.
“What’s wrong with it?”
Tyler pulled the rag from his face, then jumped when he saw her. “Um, I dunno. It just decided to explode all of a sudden.”
“Let me look at it.” Wednesday said.
Tyler did not object when she walked behind the counter and examined the faulty machinery. There was hot steam spewing from the top lid. Water droplets formed along the side of the machine and dripped onto the counter.
Wednesday did not take her eyes off the steamy mess. “Is there an instruction manual?”
Tyler left to the back room. Wednesday could hear him rummaging through a drawer. He returned a moment later with a small booklet. “Here.”
Wednesday opened it to the English instructions and read through every possible malfunction the machine could be having. This time it did not seem to be a valve issue, and there was no external part that seemed broken. She lifted the lid and there was nothing abnormal inside. She set the manual down then tried shaking the machine from side to side. It didn’t sound like there was anything loose internally. Wednesday hit the machine twice with the side of her fist. Percussive maintenance sometimes worked wonders when it came to getting faulty devices to work again. Nothing happened.
Tyler stood somewhat impatiently beside her. She couldn’t blame him. There was a small line of confused customers forming, and they’d have to wait. She could feel his eyes burning into her. She tried her best not to glance at him. Finally, she opened the top of the machine once more and noticed the lid was wobbly.
Wednesday finally looked at Tyler. “The screws are loose. It’s allowing steam to escape. Can you get me a tri-wing screwdriver?”
“Uh, yeah. Sure.” He said before grabbing one from the backroom and passing it to her.
Wednesday tightened the screws along the top and slowly the espresso machine stopped emitting steam.
“Thanks.” Tyler said.
Wednesday nodded.
They eyed each other again. This time they allowed their eyes to wander across each other's faces. She felt a strange tension between them. She couldn’t tell if it was good or bad, but she didn’t want to move her eyes from him. They were finally stopped when a customer interrupted.
“Is the machine still broken or something?” A man said.
“No, sorry.” Tyler turned to Wednesday. “How about I get you a quad on the house for helping me fix that.”
She took a deep breath. “I’ll be waiting at my table.”
When Wednesday finally sat down, her whole body relaxed. She didn’t realize how stiff she was holding herself. She powered on her laptop and started making an outline for the next chapter. She didn’t usually write extremely detailed outlines unless she was greatly struggling to write- which she was.
Just as she became engrossed in her novel for the first time in a week, Tyler brought a quad to her table. “Here you go.”
Wednesday’s thoughts went blank again. “T-Thank you.”
He stood awkwardly and fidgeted with his hands. Wednesday was equal parts uncomfortable and glad he hadn’t left her table yet.
“Um, Should we… you know… talk?” Tyler asked, his eyes trained on the dark, wood table.
“Yes.”
“Could we do it maybe some time when I’m not at work?”
“How about this evening?”
His eyes widened. “Oh! Uh…this evening works.”
“I can wait here until your shift is over if that’s most convenient?”
“Oh, wow. We’re diving in head first, I guess. Uh. Yeah, that’s good…that’s fine.” He prattled.
Wednesday put on a façade of confidence and kept her face emotionless. “Perfect.”
~*~
Two hours later, Tyler’s shift ended. He and Wednesday drove to a nearby park where they could sit and talk about everything. They were silent for the entire drive and the walk to into the park, only speaking to negotiate a place to sit. Somehow the quiet was not uncomfortable.
They found secluded bench near a maple tree and decided to sit there. It was a cold evening and the freezing stone bench pleasantly cooled Wednesday’s legs and butt. She noticed Tyler was wearing a light brown corduroy jacket. It was similar to the one he wore when she met him. It seemed his taste in clothes didn’t change much in the past three years.
Wednesday decided to break the silence.
“What are you doing here? In New Jersey?”
“I moved here about six months ago cause I needed a fresh start. I wanted to go somewhere where no one knew me.” He said.
“What made you choose here?”
“The hospital I went to was located here, and when I got out, I was referred a good psychologist in the area who works with hydes, and I was able to find a cheap apartment nearby. So, I packed up my car, drove here, used the money I saved from working at the Weathervane for a down payment, then this cafe hired me.” Tyler cleared his throat. “What brought you here?”
“I live here.”
“Obviously. Since when?”
“Since always. I was born and raised here. I made the seven-hour trip to Jericho each semester.” Wednesday said.
“Oh. I guess we never talked about that.”
“We didn’t talk about a lot of things.”
Tyler chuckled wryly. “Yeah, we didn’t.”
The silence returned. This time it was awkward. Wednesday shifted uncomfortably.
“We could talk ‘bout everything now. Ask me as many questions as you need?”
And so, they did. Wednesday interrogated Tyler. They talked about his time at Magicae Et Monstrum Psychiatric Hospital, also known as MEMPH, how the charges against him were dropped last year due to the mental control Laurel had him under and the improvements he made in the hospital. Tyler spoke briefly of his trauma, his first proper therapist, how he could control his shifting now, and how he didn’t have a master anymore nor did he need one.
Wednesday learned that Tyler and Donovan were still not very close, though they weren’t at each other’s throats anymore. Tyler didn’t have any friends besides Lucas, who he’d reconnected with, and he seemed very lonely. Wednesday told Tyler about school, Enid, her novels, and how she was taking a gap year, but debating studying psychology. Most likely forensic. Halfway through the conversation they moved to the grass and laid on it. They gazed at the sky long enough that the stars showed themselves.
The grass was slightly damp beneath them, though neither of them seemed to care. It’d been while since Wednesday properly appreciated the stars. The moon was a waxing crescent; bright, silver, and staring back at her.
Under the dark night sky, Wednesday found courage.
“Was it real?”
Tyler turned his head to look at her. “Was what real?”
“Us.”
Wednesday turned her head towards him. His eyes were soft, and his brows were slightly furrowed.
“Yes,” he replied, “all of it.”
She noticed their proximity. Their shoulders were touching, and their lips were only a few inches apart.
“Honestly, you were the only thing keepin’ me going. I liked you. I really did. And I never wanted to hurt you.” Tyler said.
His tone was sincere, and his voice was deep and quiet. She believed him, and she didn’t need to say any words for him to know that was true. Wednesday’s attention shifted to his lips. They looked soft. She wondered what it would feel like if she pressed her mouth to his. If she rolled on top of him and felt his torso pressed against her own. If she bit his lip and ran her fingers through his hair, giving his scalp a tug. She wondered how his strong arms would feel wrapped around her waist. How his tongue would feel against her neck.
His face was just as pretty to her as it was when they met. She darted her eyes back to Tyler’s to find that he’d been staring at her lips too. With a deep inhale, he turned back to the sky.
They laid in the grass for a while longer before Tyler drove Wednesday home.
He pulled up to the front of her house and parked just before the metal gate. “Holy shit. This is your house?”
“Oh… Yes.” Wednesday said plainly. She didn’t want to feel like she was flaunting her wealth.
“It looks like a haunted house or something.” He smiled.
“It is quite haunted. It has been in my family for generations and the ghosts of my ancestors roam the halls and cemetery. Perhaps, someday I will show you it.”
Wednesday couldn’t believe she’d said such a thing.
Tyler’s lips upturned into a small grin. “That’d be nice.”
That strange tension between them returned when they said goodbye. Wednesday watched Tyler drive away then opened the gate and walked up the driveway, trying her best to come up with an excuse to explain her being out so late.
~*~
Wednesday would have kissed Tyler in the grass if it didn’t feel so wrong. It was all happening so fast- too fast.
After Tyler, Wednesday did date one other person in high school. A werewolf named Josh. They were friends for a few months and bonded over their shared love for raw meat, the woods, and macabre. They dated for two weeks, and throughout that time they kissed several times and had sex once. In comparison to the kiss Tyler and Wednesday shared, her and Josh’s kisses felt like nothing, and the sex was subpar and boring. Wednesday felt some sexual attraction to Josh, but it was nothing compared to how Tyler could make her feel by just looking at her in a patch of grass.
When Wednesday walked through the front door she lied to Mother and Father, saying she instead got caught up writing at the café then went for a late-night walk in the nearby cemetery. They accepted that as a plausible answer and Wednesday marched up to her bedroom. When she was finally alone, she realized just how worked up she was. She was restless and she could feel the slick in her underwear.
She laid down and grabbed one of her pillows, folding it in half before placing it between her thighs. Wednesday wrapped her legs around the pillow then grinded against it. She thought about Tyler again. What it would be like if she acted out those impulses from earlier. If she’d kissed him and tasted the sweet nectar of his tongue. If his hands found her hips and guided her as she rhythmically pressed against him, using his hardness to stimulate her clit. She thought about how his voice would sound moaning her name.
Wednesday pressed her hand against her mouth as she came, breathlessly pulling the pillow out from between her legs. Her underwear was soaked.
All of that from one glance in a park?
She was in big trouble.
~*~
Now that Wednesday had some closure from her and Tyler’s conversation, she could focus marginally better on her writing. She sat in The Dark Dahlia and typed away. She was now on chapter sixteen of her new novel. She planned to proofread the last three chapters to make sure everything flowed well.
Wednesday noticed Tyler at the counter. He was looking at her. He gave her a small smile, then returned to making a customers drink. Her focus faltered. Now, she was enraptured by Tyler’s shoulders and arms. His work shirt squeezed his body just right, and though her reputation would likely suffer if anyone knew, she found the sweet smile he flashed at customers to be endearing. She felt like she was in sophomore year all over again, thirsting over his biceps as he pulled the levers on coffee machines and shook drink ingredients together.
Then, something horribly mortifying happened. Wednesday realized Tyler caught her staring. He smirked at her before pressing the lid onto a coffee cup and handing it to a customer. She sheepishly looked away and tried to re-read what she’d written so far. She couldn’t believe she checked him out and he saw it. She replayed the incident in her head. Her eyes must have been very clearly wandering up and down his form.
Minutes later, Tyler sat across from her in the booth and placed a drink in front of her. “Hey.”
“What’s this?”
“A quad on the house.”
“Are you allowed to do that?”
Tyler shrugged. “Not really, but I don’t think anyone cares.”
“You don’t have to bring me free drinks.”
“I know, but I want to.”
Wednesday didn’t know what else to say to him. Social skills were not her strong suit and she struggled to look at him without having the urge to kiss or fuck him. Through her psychological studies, she read that the more you suppress your thoughts the stronger they become, but she still tried her best to suppress them anyway. She figured if she did it for long enough she could be successful despite her ridiculous brain wiring.
Tyler leaned forward on his forearms. “If you’re gonna stare at me all day, why don’t you just ask me on a date?”
Wednesday’s heart skipped a beat. “What makes you think I was staring at you?”
“Come on,” he tilted his head to the side, “I saw you ogling at me, chewing on your lip.”
Wednesday’s face felt hot. She hoped she wasn’t blushing, but Tyler’s shit eating grin made her think she was.
“Okay, I’ll make it easy then. How about I ask you on a date?”
Wednesday took a deep breath. “Fine. How about tonight?”
“Someone’s eager.” He teased. “Anything in particular you want to do?”
“Perhaps dinner. We could go to your apartment?”
Tyler raised his eyebrows slightly. “That works. We can make dinner there and talk more.”
She nodded.
Wednesday had no idea why she suggested his apartment. She must have been possessed, but she wasn’t entirely mad at whatever lustful spirit may have done it. She debated whether or not to perform an exorcism on herself.
~*~
Wednesday’s theory that her mother could smell romance like it was a sprig of belladonna was holding up. She was getting dressed for the date when Morticia knocked on her bedroom door asking if she could come in.
“What’s the occasion, little scorpion?”
“Nothing, Mother.”
“You didn’t mention Enid was in town.”
Wednesday fidgeted with the hem of her shirt as she tucked it into her pants. “It’s not Enid.”
Morticia smiled softly. “You’re going on a date?”
Wednesday sighed. “Yes.”
“That’s wonderful.” She rested a hand on Wednesday’s shoulder. “Aren’t you happy, darling?”
“I suppose. It’s a complicated situation.”
Wednesday had been more open with her mother in recent years. Their relationship mended itself once Wednesday grew into her own and realized she could be close with her mother without being defined by her.
“Complicated, how?”
“I’m going on a date with Tyler Galpin.”
“Meeting up with an old flame? How exciting.”
“He is picking me up here soon. He emailed me fifteen minutes ago.”
“I’ll leave you be then. Have a wonderfully dark time, and remember, be safe.” She raised her eyebrows before closing the bedroom door.
Morticia’s Dove abilities always favored the more romantic side of life. Wednesday wondered what she knew about her and Tyler. Maybe it was a good sign her mother was on board. Though she wasn’t sure she liked the idea of Mother knowing so much.
~*~
Tyler arrived in his little red car. It was the same one he drove in high school. Wednesday felt a strong sense of familiarity as she settled into the passenger seat.
“You don’t have any allergies or anything, right?”
“Nothing besides jellyfish.”
“Jellyfish?”
“Yes, my grandmama used to make stew out of it. It always made me breakout in hives.”
“Oh. Well, we aren’t eating that, but I bought supplies for chicken pesto pasta. And I, um, got goat cheese to go on top. But if you don’t like the idea, we could also just make spaghetti.”
Wednesday found Tyler’s sudden nervousness amusing. She smirked, “That sounds perfect.”
They arrived at his apartment. He lived on the bottom story of his building. On either side of his deep-brown front door was a small bush. Wednesday appreciated the symmetry. Tyler opened the door and invited her inside. She was met with the smell of freshly baked bread, pine, and a scent that was uniquely his. The inside was nice. It was decorated with earth tones; different shades of brown, tan, forest green, and brick red. His living room had a wooden coffee table with a succulent centerpiece, placed before a plush, brown couch.
Tyler kicked off his shoes by the door and Wednesday followed suit. They stepped into the kitchen. Muted tones were standard throughout his home, which Wednesday greatly appreciated. The cabinets were white, and on the grey countertops were wooden cups with different cooking utensils. By the oven was a loaf of freshly baked bread. The house had a rather calming presence to it. Though it wasn’t dark and gloomy, Wednesday liked it, nonetheless.
“Welcome to my humble abode.” Tyler joked.
“I like it.”
“Thanks.”
Tyler gathered the supplies for their meal. Wednesday ended up not doing much cooking as there wasn’t much for her to do. Tyler was very efficient at making this particular dish, and apparently many other dishes. Instead, Wednesday sat on an open spot of countertop and chatted with him. They each opened a beer.
“What got you into cooking?” Wednesday asked.
It made sense that Tyler liked cooking and baking. He had been a barista for the past four years of his life and he was very good at baking cakes and making latte art in high school.
“I always liked it my whole life, but I didn’t do it as much ‘til I went to treatment. It has to do with my hyde abilities actually. Hydes are artists by nature, we all have some medium, food’s mine. I’m the reason we take cake orders now at the cafe. I suggested it cause I love cake decorating. I use baking and cooking as stress relief. Especially bread making, cause kneading dough is a surprisingly aggressive process.” He laughed.
“That makes sense. You make impressive latte art.”
“Thanks.” Tyler smiled. “What about you? Do your visions still knock you on your ass?”
Wednesday glared. “Not as often anymore. I finally allowed my mother to help me control my visions.”
Tyler chopped raw chicken. “And how did you do that?”
“I had to get a better relationship with my mind’s eye. You do that with the help of obsidian, meditation, crystal balls, and guidance from other seers. Which was especially important since I lost connection to my ancestral mentor, Goody.” Wednesday paused. “I also had to work on being more… emotionally open with people. Apparently, Ravens tend to struggle with that, and it is our greatest weakness.” Wednesday spoke with discomfort. The “emotionally open” part was something she still struggled with and partly hated.
He chuckled. “That’s nice Wednesday, I’m glad.”
Wednesday was already feeling a little light and floaty after nearly finishing her beer. She had embarrassingly low tolerance as she rarely drank any alcohol. Her nerves were subsiding, and she felt extra calm and talkative.
“I’m glad you are no longer suffering.” The corners of her lips upturned slightly.
“I am too. And I should thank you for killing… you-know-who. It helped me through everything, knowing she was dead. And cause of that, I didn’t have to see her in court or anything.”
“I’d do it again.” Wednesday said.
Tyler smirked. “That’s one of the many reasons I like you.”
Wednesday raised her eyebrows.
“It is. You’re passionate, ambitious, intelligent, and you don’t let people get away with things.”
“My families credo is ‘sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc’.”
“What does it mean?”
“We gladly feast on those who would subdue us. If you choose senseless violence, especially against my family or those I care for, I will not hesitate to hurt you, or worse.”
“Sensible violence only, huh?”
Wednesday shrugged. “Preferably.”
They ate dinner on the couch. Tyler didn’t have a dining table due to the size of his kitchen and living room, so he preferred to use the coffee table instead. Wednesday found the couch to be quite comfortable, and she thought the food was delicious. She didn’t usually eat normie dishes like this, her family had more uncommon food preferences, but she found the flavors and textures in this dish to be impeccable.
“Somehow, one beer was plenty.” Wednesday noted as she set down the empty beer bottle after taking her last sip.
“You said you don’t drink often, and you’re pretty small so that makes sense.” Tyler said.
Tyler was almost done with his second drink and was about as intoxicated as Wednesday was.
She felt a little insulted at being called small. As silly as it was, it was a soft spot for her. Though she couldn’t think of any snarky response, so she simply ignored him. She felt surprisingly comfortable around Tyler, and she didn’t think it was just the alcohol. It was something deeper than that. Something that the alcohol simply helped her notice.
Wednesday was much more focused on Tyler himself than coming up with a quip. The dim light in his apartment made his eyes look darker. They appeared light brown. His eyes had always been color changing. Wednesday noted that years ago. She wasn’t so sure what color she’d call them. Maybe hazel? Yeah, hazel seemed correct. When the sun hit them just right, they were green. And when he was outside and in natural lighting, they sometimes looked blue. Not the ordinary blue-eye shade, but a deeper blue with a galaxy of other pigments. She could recall a time or two where his eyes nearly looked purple.
She realized while she was gazing into his eyes that he was staring back at hers. She gave into it. Wednesday let the intensity rise, and when he leaned forward, she leaned too. Their lips met halfway. Tyler was warm and savory, and he tasted vaguely of the herbs they’d eaten. He slid his hand up her arm, gentle and deliberate, before resting it against the side of her face. They moved in unison in a perfect dance, instinctively tilting their heads to get the right angle.
Slowly, they sank backward into a laying position with Tyler on top of Wednesday. She ran her hands up his back then buried her fingers in his hair. The burning desire she felt days ago in the grass field returned tenfold, making her usually cold skin feel hot. Against her better judgement, she wrapped her legs around him and bucked her hips against his.
Tyler broke away with a deep groan. “Fuck, Wednesday.” He looked down at her with wonder and lust, glancing back and forth between her mouth and her eyes. “Do you want to have sex with me?”
“Yes.”
“Are you, like, really drunk?”
“No, just a bit buzzed.”
“Cool, just making sure. I wouldn’t wa-”
“Shut up.” Wednesday kissed him hard. He melted into it, giving just as good as he got. He tucked his hands between the couch and her shoulders. She grabbed one and moved it down to her crotch. He locked eyes with her, raising his eyebrows before unfastening her pants and pulling them off. Wednesday hissed as Tyler rubbed his thumb over her black underwear, sliding it up and down her swollen clit.
Without breaking eye contact, Tyler tucked his fingers under the waistband of her underwear. She lifted her hips as he slid them off of her. He discarded them on the floor before hovering over her again, trailing kisses down her stomach. Wednesday sighed, his lips felt electric against her skin. Her nerves sparked like live wires, sending currents straight to her core. His lips stopped before her mons and he grabbed her thigh, pulling it over his left shoulder. Wednesday instinctively pressed her free leg open wider against the couch.
Tyler ran his free hand through her wet folds, teasing at her entrance with his fingertips. He slowly slid one finger inside of her and curled it towards her g-spot. She moaned, needily pressing herself against his hand. He smirked as he pushed a second finger inside of her, pumping upwards at a steady pace. She tried her best not to writhe too much, but she was unsuccessful. Wednesday squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her hand over her mouth to stifle a moan.
“Don’t do that. I wanna hear you.” Tyler said. His voice was deeper and relaxed.
She gave up her efforts to maintain a low volume and focused instead on his fingers working her over the edge. Suddenly, he dove between her legs and pressed his tongue against her clit. Wednesday whined as he swirled his tongue in unison with his fingers. His hot breath heated her vulva, sending a shudder through her body. Her breathless gasps became moans as she reached her high. Tyler dug his fingers into her thigh and grunted against her clit, the vibration from his mouth finished her off entirely.
She tried her best to catch her breath, but it was stolen from her lungs again when Tyler licked his fingers clean of her juices. Feeling teased, she sat up and pulled her thigh off his shoulder. She grabbed his face and lured him up onto his knees. Their lips connected like magnets. She could taste herself on his lips. Wednesday tugged at the hem of Tyler’s shirt. He quickly pulled it off and tossed it aside to get it out of her way.
She softly dragged her nails down his chest, and he shivered under her touch. She scratched down his stomach and happy trail, stopping where his jeans covered his erection. Tyler moaned as Wednesday stroked him through the denim. She wanted to feel him without the barrier of clothes, so she unzipped his pants and yanked them down to his knees.
Wednesday placed a hand on Tyler’s chest and pushed him backward onto his ass. He adjusted so he was sitting on the couch. She leaned over his lap and took his erection into her hands. It was thick, veiny, and flushed pink. It curved upward slightly in a way that made her mouth water. She imagined what it would feel like inside of her.
She held him by the base and traced her thumb up and down a vein on his shaft. Tyler squeezed her bicep and moaned. Quiet, breathy sounds escaped his open mouth with each stroke of her thumb. Wednesday felt an overwhelming desire to devour him.
She spat in her hand and rubbed it on him before pumping her closed fist up and down his length. Tyler squeezed his eyes shut and softly stroked her back. The sensation was soothing and somehow sent more signals straight to her clit. Impulsively, Wednesday licked the tip of his dick. He threw his head back against the back of the couch with a groan. She flicked her tongue against it while fondling the base in her hand. At his enthusiastic response, she took him further into her mouth and gently sucked, moving her head up and down.
“Wait, I don’t want to come yet.” Tyler breathed.
Wednesday released him from her mouth, a trail of spit following her before she wiped it away. He pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him, then slid his hands under her white button up and held her waist. He nipped at her neck, eliciting a gasp as he grazed his teeth over the delicate skin on her throat.
Wednesday avoided sitting down entirely as her bare cunt would press against his wet dick. Though the thought of it made her squirm. Tyler unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it open, instantly sucking on one of her nipples. He firmly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. She whimpered as all of her weight fell into his lap; his dick now pressed directly against her. He groaned and gripped her hips hard, guiding her as she grinded on him. Wednesday wrapped her arms around Tyler’s neck and pressed her face into his shoulder, heat radiating between their sweaty bodies.
Wednesday whispered in his ear. “Have you been tested?”
“For STI’s? Yeah, at my last appointment. I’m clean. You?”
“Me as well. I also have a birth control implant.”
Tyler nodded and leaned forward, hooking his hands under her ass. Swiftly, he stood, holding her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He set Wednesday down so her head was resting on a throw pillow against the armrest and settled between her legs, promptly pushing inside of her. Wednesday gasped at the way he stretched her open, filling her to the brim.
Tyler cursed under his breath and thrusted into her, quickly picking up the pace. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled his chest flush against hers. Her breath caught in her throat with each jolt of his hips. She felt disbelief as she realized she was finally having sex with Tyler after thinking about it for so long. She did not expect the night to go this way, though she was not complaining. He pressed his face into the crook of her neck and groaned, his voice rumbled against her skin. Without thinking, Wednesday buried her fingers in his hair and gave it a tug. His groans increased in volume.
Tyler pulled his head out from her neck and looked at her. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”
He kissed her, holding her cheek and biting her bottom lip. The pinch of his teeth paired with his thrusts made Wednesday whine. He detached from her mouth then leaned back, and firmly grabbed her lips. Tyler fucked her with fervor, setting an unrelenting pace. Wednesday tightly gripped his forearms, pushing her head back against the cushion.
Tyler’s pace became more erratic. “Where do you want me to come?”
“On my stomach.”
He pulled out and placed his shaft against her clit, rubbing it against her. He moaned loudly, his eyelids squeezing shut. It was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen. She could feel his dick pulsating against her as warm streams of come shot out onto her stomach. Tyler looked divine above her. All blissed out with his head thrown back, his body glistening with sweat. She came once more, gripping the couch cushion beneath her as her muscles tensed from the shockwave of pleasure.
“Fuck, Tyler!”
He must have put something in the food because Wednesday was absolutely spellbound by him. She was a floaty, sweaty mess. Her hearing was slightly muffled. She couldn’t remember the last time she came that hard, but it had been a long time.
Tyler left to the kitchen, returning with some paper towels then wiping the come off of her stomach. Wednesday couldn’t deny she liked how it looked and felt striped across her skin. He set the paper towels aside and sat on the couch beside her. She draped her legs across his lap.
He caressed her thigh then laughed. “This was unexpected.”
“Very, but I enjoyed it.”
“Me too. You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about doing that.”
Wednesday smirked. “The thoughts have been mutual.”
Later, Tyler drove her home, and before she got out of the car she kissed him goodbye.
~*~
After sharpening knives with Pugsley, Wednesday opened her laptop and her ongoing email thread with Tyler. It’d been a few days since their date in his apartment, and although she saw him at Dark Dahlia frequently, she wanted to see him outside of work again.
“Hello. Can you pick me up in twenty minutes? I want to go to the cemetery with you.” She typed.
She stared at the message for a moment, reading it over and over again. For some reason, she felt unsettled by the idea of sending it, but she did so anyway.
A few minutes later, Tyler responded. “Yup, that sounds awesome.”
Wednesday slipped her coat on, grabbed her bag, and snuck downstairs. She waited in the shadows by the door, checking her watch to time approximately when she should head outside.
“What are you up to?” Her mother’s voice startled her.
Wednesday fumbled with the buttons on her trench coat. “I’m waiting for Tyler. We are going to the nearby cemetery.”
“Things are going well I presume?”
“Yes, very.”
“I’m glad you ended up going to that café.” Morticia smiled. “I am going to get some rest. Have fun, darling.”
Wednesday was glad she ended up going to the café too. She would have to eventually thank her mother for that.
~*~
Wednesday picked the lock on the gate and pushed it open. The cemetery was eerie at night time, dark and cold with a layer of fog. Perfect for a stroll.
“Have you been here before?” Wednesday asked.
“No, I don’t usually go to cemeteries without a reason.” Tyler chuckled.
“There’s always a reason. It’s quite fun.”
“I’ll keep going if it means you come with me.”
“Next time I’ll take you home with me so you can see the Addams cemetery.”
They roamed through rows of headstones, reading the names and their birth and death dates. Wednesday loved cemeteries. They were peaceful and quiet, and she found the dead to be great company.
Eventually, they sat side by side up against a large tree. Crickets sung around them along with the occasional croak of a frog or hoot of an owl.
“It’s crazy how we ran into each other again.” Tyler said.
“The odds are quite slim for a situation like this to happen.” Wednesday agreed.
“It’s like deep down, I was looking for you or something.”
Those words made Wednesday feel some type of way. She couldn’t identify the feeling, and before she could further digest what he said, a voice shouted.
“Hey! You aren’t supposed to be here!”
She peaked around the tree and saw a police car parked at the front entrance. The voice came from a cop.
Wednesday grabbed Tyler’s hand. “Come on!” She whisper yelled.
They ran as fast as they could through the maze of gravestones until they found the back gate where they came. Tyler unlocked his car and they both got in as fast as they could. He started the engine and floored the gas petal. They took off down the empty backroads, hoping they were faster than the cops. Wednesday gripped the “oh shit” handle, feeling thrilled by this unexpected turn of events.
Tyler slowed down once they were far enough away, but he did not dare stop until they’d pulled up to Wednesday’s front gate. He parked the car and sighed before turning to Wednesday. When their eyes met, she burst into laughter. Tyler giggled with her though he was shocked by her out-of-character cackling. He’d never seen her do such a thing. She laughed so hard her abdominal muscles hurt from being tense.
“I think my car might have given us up.” Tyler winced jestingly.
Wednesday clutched her stomach and sighed. “Most likely.”
In that moment, Wednesday realized she’d been looking for Tyler too.
~*~