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It is rare that Enid doesn’t come straight home after classes, even rarer that she doesn’t text the phone (That she insisted Wednesday keep so she could talk to her in class) at least eighty times (That is not an exaggeration) during the school day.
Since Xavier gifted her the phone, Enid had used it as an excuse to contact her daily in classes they do not share (and even ones they do.). Often it was just meaningless drama, but Wednesday found that since she’d started listening to Enid’s rambles, she too picked up on meaningless drabble she could share with Enid. If she saw something or heard something Enid may enjoy putting on her vlog, or something she could store as blackmail for later, Wednesday would share it with Enid. It was heinous and disgusting. But worse was Enid not texting her at all, worse was this deep ache in her chest that broke her focus.
Wednesday usually would not worry about Enid not coming directly home to their shared space. There are days when she runs straight to Yoko’s dorm if they make sudden plans, days when time slips away from her while studying in the library, and days where her girlfriend has to stay longer because of her excessive investment in the failing school system and its extracurricular activities.
But it had been an hour since classes let out and Enid had not returned. In fact, Enid hadn’t spoken to her since this morning before class. Enid hadn’t texted her to say she was at Yoko’s or let her know when she was coming back, which was extremely unlike her paramour.
Wednesday abhors the way she is behaving, hanging off the soul-sucking electronic device like a pathetic parasite just waiting for Enid to respond. The phone was locked away in her drawer, where she left it as soon as she entered the room.
Though Wednesday had been left in utter silence for her writing hour, not even Thing was here, nothing eligible had been produced. Wednesday tried to remember when exactly such a situation started bothering her, when silence and being left with her thoughts had begun to disturb her.
When the door finally opens, after what felt like hours, Wednesday shoots up from her seat, marching on over to greet the werewolf. “Enid, where have you–” but found it was just Thing.
He waved awkwardly, “Sorry?”
Wednesday rolled her eyes, prowling back to her typewriter and attempting to force herself to create flowing sentences. After another twenty minutes with her jaw clenched and thirty sheets of discarded writing, Wednesday’s worry and frustration eventually overtook her disgust.
The phone was at eighty-six percent and she hadn’t touched it since she threw it in the drawer as soon as she got home. There was a message from Xavier about their shopping plans later today, which she ignored. They already set the time, why he feels the need to contact her any further eludes Wednesday’s mind.
My Moon🌙💘🖤: Enid.
My Moon🌙💘🖤: Where are you?
Your Sun☀️💗🐺: Hanging out with someone who cares. Why?
Wednesday is stunned. She grips the phone tighter between her fingers and stares at the screen in irritation. Enid only used periods and punctuation when she was upset. And what did ‘someone who cares’ mean?
My Moon🌙💘🖤: Because you are not with me.
My Moon🌙💘🖤: What does that mean?
Your Sun☀️💗🐺: Yeah well I’m hanging out with friends like I said
Your Sun☀️💗🐺: Don’t you have something to do with Xavier, anyway?
Now Wednesday just felt confused, an emotion she despised. Her frustration only grows. She doesn’t have to leave with Xavier until six pm, what is Enid talking about? Why mention him at all?
My Moon🌙💘🖤: Not until later. What does that have to do with you not being here now?
My Moon🌙💘🖤: And who is “someone who cares”?
Wednesday waits one minute after Enid reads the message, and decides Enid must have put down her phone to do something or was thinking if she didn’t respond. After five minutes with no response, Wednesday tells herself Enid is busy, and she keeps telling herself that until another hour passes, which is when her patience with the situation reaches its limit and she decides to go get her girlfriend.
It takes two minutes to reach Yoko’s door, and Wednesday knocks as patiently as she can. When the door swings open she pushes past the vampire in the door frame and looks around.
“Uh–hi?”
“Where is she?”
Yoko looks at her dryly through thick black sunglasses that rested on her face, shutting the door. “If you mean Enid, not here. Clearly.”
Wednesday doesn’t need to follow Yoko’s hand motions to see that Enid is in fact not here. “Then what other friend is she hanging out with?”
“I don’t know, dude.” Yoko’s tone fluctuates on irritability, Wednesday twitches.“I’m trying to figure out why my girlfriend won’t talk to me right now.”
As long as Wednesday has known Tanaka, she’s never sounded frustrated in such a way. In all the days of Yoko barging in, all the days she spent curled up on Enid’s bed talking and laughing, all their unnecessary sleepovers and subsequent movie marathons, Yoko was rarely ever mad. Wednesday isn’t sure she’s seen the vampire with anything but a toothy smirk on her face, or a straight look. Even on the night Wednesday, for a second thought she had lost Enid to Tyler, Yoko was weary a teary smile when they reunited.
“Divina will not speak to you either?” Wednesday asks.
Yoko frowns, “Is Enid not talking to you?”
They seemed to be in the same predicament. “She left me ‘on read.’” Wednesday felt a particular burst of hatred at her use of slang. Enid was rubbing off on her. Terrifying.
Yoko’s face screws up with confusion, which Wednesday takes as a bad sign. “Enid doesn’t leave anyone on read longer than five minutes.”
The vampire had practically confirmed her earlier suspicions, Enid was upset with her for whatever reason. “It’s been an hour.” Wednesday hisses, barely keeping the exasperation out of her voice. What did she do? And why wouldn’t Enid just tell her?
“Yeah. Divina hasn’t talked to me since second period.” Yoko gives a small laugh, but it sounds worried. “I don’t know what I did.”
“Me either.”
“So we’re fucked?”
“Decidedly.” Wednesday mutters, sifting through her memories of the day, but she couldn’t pinpoint an instance where Enid had gotten upset. They had been wonderful this morning, Enid kissed her before they left.
“Great.” The vampire hisses sarcastically, her feet carrying her back to what she assumed was Yoko’s bed, Wednesday had never actually entered her room before. Yoko’s side of the room was filled with posters from 50s horror media. The Thing, Invasion of The Body Snatchers, Creature from the Black Lagoon, The Blob, Gojira . Wednesday observes her wall with interest for a moment, then looks back to the vampire. “Well, Enid usually tells Thing everything. Have you asked him?”
Wednesday straightens, she hadn’t thought of that. Tunnel vision. “No.”
“Well, I was just about to head your way anyways to Divina’s dorm, wanna walk with?”
Wednesday doesn’t say anything in return, she doesn’t care if Yoko walks with her or not as long as she doesn’t irritate her. She has to go back to her dorm and find Thing. Tanaka takes Wednesday’s silence as a yes and follows her out of the dorm, and she smiles at everyone as they walk past. People greet her with grins and adoration, Wednesday is appalled.
Once they reach the dorm, Wednesday nods to Yoko who says goodbye. Then she drags Thing out of the pile of stuffed animals he naps in on Enid’s bed. She immediately throws him on the desk and jabs a knife between his fingers. “Where is Enid.”
Thing shakes and begins signing faster than she can read and skipping over words in a panic, so Wednesday pulls the knife out and points it at him. “Slow down. Tell me again.”
“She’s with Divina!” Wednesday finally deciphers.
“Divina?” Wednesday mutters, pressing the point of her knife into his palm. Her patience was officially at its limit. “Where.”
“They went to the Weathervane!”
Adequate information.
Wednesday draws the blade away and slips it back into concealment as she turns around. When she opens the door she nearly runs into a vampire. “Wednesday, they’re–”
“Together at the Weathervane, I know.” Wednesday pushes past Yoko, who immediately begins trailing after her.
“Did you know they were together?”
“Clearly not.”
“Oh fuck, we’re screwed.” Wednesday doesn’t respond, “What did you even do?”
“Nothing.” Wednesday snaps quietly, allowing some of her annoyance to slip through her voice. She despised feeling clueless. Wednesday Addams is not a fool or an idiot, and she hated feeling like one. If her paramour was upset, she should be comforting her. Enid usually spoke to her if she was unhappy, their communication was important when they differed so drastically, and that was something Enid taught her.
Enid had never been upset like this before, not since the Tyler incident. Wednesday is…worried. Last time, Enid came back after days of her heart aching. Enid came back even though she had been too stubborn to go to her. What if this time...no. No. Wednesday would just find her and fix this.
“Enid doesn’t get upset over nothing.” Wednesday could feel her jaw lock up. Briefly, she contemplates slipping the silver dagger, the one she kept just in case any werewolves got any ideas about her girlfriend, from her sleeve and just cutting Yoko’s tongue out.
“I don’t know,” the seer grits out eventually. This is Enid’s closest friend, Wednesday knows the slightest bit of maiming will not make Enid more upset than brief satisfaction was worth. “She said she was spending her time with someone who cares.” How is that even a clue? Who cares about Enid more than her if not Yoko? And how is that person Divina of all people? When did they even start spending time together?
“Damn. She’s pissed.” As if Wednesday couldn’t have put that together herself? “We should go figure out what we did, right?”
Wednesday didn’t want to talk about what she did anymore. “Well, what did you do, Tanaka?”
The vampire crossed her arms and snarled. “Hell if I know, I don’t understand women. Does she think I’m telepathic?”
Though Tanaka sounded like an idiot, Wednesday had to agree with that last sentiment. Did Enid think she was omnipotent? Of course, she was vastly more intelligent than her peers, but Enid knew emotional…connection was new to her. “I’m not sure you have any thoughts of your own, let alone any ability to read someone else’s.”
“Thank you! You get it.” The two outcasts walked together out of the school, though that was entirely because Tanaka seemed to think this was some sort of adventure and not Wednesday’s final resort to making sure her girlfriend didn’t leave her forever. Not that it was something Wednesday was worried about at all. “But I really don’t know, we were fine this morning.”
Their situations sounded eerily similar, “You can’t think of anything?” Wednesday promoted, somehow exasperated. Was not understanding why your girlfriend was upset universal?
“No, we usually spend time together after she studies, she doesn’t like to be bothered while she studies. But she didn’t even come back to the dorm.” Wednesday stares at the girl on her left, taking note of the way her mouth pulls into a frown. She isn’t sure she’s seen Tanaka look anything close to sad, this is a situation for Enid to handle. She wasn’t good at comfort.
“Oh.” Wednesday doesn’t know what else to say. The seer doesn’t have any answers, and she feels the same frustration.
Yoko shakes the sadness out of her eyes almost immediately. A fanged, reassured grin returns to her face. “We’ll figure it out though, they can’t stay mad at us forever.” Wednesday begins to notice the similarities between Yoko and Enid in a way she hadn’t before, she’d met Yoko plenty of times but they rarely spend time alone. It seemed Yoko was cursed with the same ability to bounce back with a smile, perhaps that’s why Enid liked her so much. They could feed off each other’s horrific infectious positivity.
And if we don’t? Wednesday thinks but doesn’t say. If Enid doesn’t forgive her this time? Wednesday was good at testing the limits of others, not minding them.
“You look upset.” The vampire mutters.
The very words make her almost freeze on the sidewalk, but she refrains from showing that amount of weakness when Yoko already detected some, “Stop looking at me then.”
“Are you worried? Whatever it is, I’m sure you two can work past it. Enid loves you, you’re all she ever talks about.”
Wednesday wants to stab Yoko, briefly. But those homicidal urges were contained when Wednesday again reminded herself that Enid cared very deeply for the vampire, and it would all but ruin her chances of ever marrying Enid.
“I’m not worried, stop talking.”
Wednesday was ignored, and the stabbing urges grew stronger. “Hey, if Thing knows where Enid was, do you think he knows why she’s upset?”
It’s something Wednesday hadn’t considered in her tunnel vision...
As if Yoko could hear her mind working, she crossed her arms and spoke. “We might have to swallow our pride and beg him to tell us what he knows.”
“Or we could snap his fingers one by one,” Wednesday suggests.
With a sharp smile and a delightfully sinister gleam behind her glasses, Yoko responds, “I like the way you think.”
Maybe Yoko Tanaka isn’t so bad.
The lights in the dorm were off, and the sunlight streamed through.
“Now this can either be fast and easy,” Yoko’s voice ripped through the room like poison.
And Wednesday’s grin could invoke nightmares. “Or this can be slow and extremely painful, Thing. We will let you decide.”
The named hand was quivering, tied to the desk on his back (or really the back of his hand) with a sharp knife pressing into his palm. “I don’t have time for games, Thing.”
“I do!”
“Shut up, Tanaka.”
Wednesday’s eyes flickered back to Thing, “Why is Enid mad at me.”
“Wednesday, I don’t want to get in the middle of your relationship.”
From beside her, Yoko spoke flatly. “I just realized I don’t know sign language. What the hell is he saying?”
“Excuses.” Wednesday hisses shortly.
“I said I had time for games, not excuses.” Wednesday is surprised at how fast Yoko’s tone switches from amusement to bloodthirsty. With an impressive amount of strength, her fist comes down and rattles the entire table, Wednesday is sure to keep her hand steady.
Tanaka isn’t bad at interrogating, she will keep that in mind.
“Last chance.” Wednesday offers Thing, a generosity she would only extend to family.
Before Thing had a chance to answer, two new voices filtered into the room.
“What the fuck.”
“Oh my god, Wednesday!”
Wednesday turned her head and almost immediately her knife was concealed. “Enid.”
“Divina!”
“I told you we couldn’t leave them alone.” The siren muttered to Enid.
“Are you two seriously torturing, Thing?”
Yoko looks at her and Wednesday looks at Thing.
“Yes,” Wednesday says honestly.
“No?” Yoko asks at the same time.
They look at each other.
“No,” Wednesday repeats.
“Yes?” Yoko asks.
They look at each other again and then back to their respective lovers. “No.” They both say, stepping in front of Thing and concealing him from their view.
They’re “fucked” as Tanaka would say.
“I can’t fucking believe you, Yoko,” Divina speaks from the door, following Enid in with a sharp gaze.
“Well, I wouldn’t say we’re not torturing him,” Yoko mutters, rocking back and forth on her heels.
Her paramour huffs, Wednesday wants to say something, but in the presence of so many, she found herself quiet. She’d prefer to talk to Enid alone. The werewolf marches over, on the prowl. Wednesday watches her every move, taking in each layer of color and the soft but stormy look in her eyes. She’s captivated. By all that is unholy, Enid is perfect. Even when slightly annoyed. Wednesday could get lost in her forever.
But the werewolf pushed both of them aside to get to the desk, presumably to untie Thing but he had that handled as soon as their backs had turned and attention was drawn away. Slippery bug.
“I’m sorry, Thing,” Enid picks up the creature and hugs him. Wednesday glares, she could see the smugness written all over him. Thing is losing two fingers and that’s final.
“It happens.” He signs, unaffected.
Then those stormy blue eyes snapped to her. “Wednesday Addams.”
That can’t be good.
“Oh, that can’t be good.” Wednesday’s glare snapped to Tanaka, but Enid’s next words pulled her gaze back.
“Apologize.”
There is no way in hell Wednesday is apologizing in front of all these—
Enid’s eyes narrowed.
Wednesday straightened up, standing tall. If she was going to embarrass herself she was going to do it like an Addams. With pride and dignity. “It was rude of me to try and torture you before midnight, Thing.”
“Yoko,” Divina said, sternly, with an air of calmness Wednesday could appreciate.
“Aw what? Me too?” To Divina’s credit, Wednesday has never seen Yoko shut up so fast, and all it took was one look. “I’m sorry. You should teach me sign language so I can understand what the fuck is going on.”
Wednesday is acutely aware of the way Enid rolls her eyes, her girlfriend doesn’t look any more upset than she usually is when Yoko says something stupid. “Yoko go talk to your girlfriend so I can talk to mine.”
What happens next makes Wednesday want to tear her eyes out.
“Are you setting me up for failure, dogbreath?”
Enid looks positively horrified at the question, “Yoko Puff, I’d never.”
“You didn’t even answer my texts!” Yoko hisses angrily.
Wait. Wednesday thought she was the one upset at Enid for not answering texts? What is she watching?
“I’m sorry, I was just thinking. I didn’t mean to ignore you.” Enid’s eyes shatter like true heartbreak and Wednesday sighs.
Wednesday could feel her eyebrow twitch. They do this once a week, over everything .
They’re both idiots.
Divina put her hand in her face and let out a loud sigh, but the pair of friends were already hugging each other and sobbing profusely. Great. She’s in love with a mess. A pretty, infuriating, emotional mess.
“I think I’ve been holding you too long, Wednesday is glaring.” Yoko ‘whispered’ but saying something as if she was whispering while talking at the same hearable level could no doubt not be considered whispering.
Enid smiled so brightly, Wednesday could forgive this blatant transgression. “Go with your girlfriend.”
“Promise to text me though?”
“Yeah for sure. I like need to tell you about what happened in fourth period.”
When did Divina get that close? When did Wednesday get surrounded by people who felt her company adequate? She had a sneaking suspicion it was the fault of a certain bright and sunny werewolf. She’s doomed.
“Alright!” As if they hadn’t been in a crisis two minutes ago, Yoko wrenched back with a large smile and clapped while Enid giggled. “I’ll let you two sort this out, and I’ll go eat Divina ou–”
“ Yoko .” Divina looked horrified, Wednesday could appreciate Yoko’s ability to horrify even the person who loved her most, that was true love.
“Okay, I’m pushing my luck.” Tanaka turned to her, “See you later, Snappy.”
Wednesday had never felt so homicidal.
“Do not call me that.” Wednesday hisses but they were already out the door. Wednesday spent an extra long second glaring at the shut door before her eyes snapped to Enid when she heard ruffling. Her beloved was sitting on her bed, colorful clothing contrasting with her black bedspread. She looked like a drop of purity in a sea of monsters ready to swallow her whole. Her paramour looked simply divine.
Wednesday wanted to say something, but she found herself at a loss for words when marveling at the beauty of her mate, her forever. Her heart and soul sitting there on the bed as if she didn’t know Wednesday would die for her, live for her, kill for her at a moment’s notice. Enid is everything to Wednesday, and if she ever left Wednesday would carve her heart out and give it to Enid as a parting gift. She’d have no use for it without her anyway.
“I’m sorry!” Enid suddenly blurted out, her fangs sinking into her lower lip and in a moment's notice, she moved to rescue her lover from harming herself. Kneeling between Enid’s legs and cupping her face as she pulled her lower lip away from those glorious canines with her thumbs.
“For?” And if Wednesday takes an extra long time to appreciate the sharp threat of Enid’s fangs with her eyes, who would blame her? Enid is simply a marvelous creature.
“For ignoring you and not talking to you.” Wednesday watched her paramour shut her eyes and kept speaking. ‘Word vomit’ as Enid has so graciously described it. “I was being immature and childish and I’m so so so sorry. I was being stupid and petty and jealous–”
“Jealous?” Wednesday tilts her head at the admittance of this, Enid was jealous? Of who? She is the only one Wednesday ever thinks about.
“Yeah, and it was really dumb and I’m sorry.” Her wolf’s eyes remain shut, she’s in terrible distress and it tears Wednesday apart. Something all-consuming inside of her rages and terrorizes at the sight of something causing her soulmate pain, demanding that whatever it is be torched and vaporized. Demanding that she make Enid smile once more.
“Enid.” Wednesday breathes, “Look at me.”
Enid twitches.
“Now.”
Glassy blue eyes cause storms to wreak havoc on her heart. “Who or what made you jealous, mi vida?” Wednesday demands, her method of torture already selected.
“D-Do I have to say? It’s embarrassing.” The werewolf whines and Wednesday strokes her lower lip with her thumb. She’s becoming distracted, curse Enid.
“Yes. My heart beats for you, you have nothing to be jealous of.” Red was an impeccable shade on Enid, Wednesday is glad she manages to tear her eyes away from those inviting lips long enough to see it cover her cheeks. Wednesday couldn’t help but imagines Enid’s teeth stained a delicious bloody color as she looms over her victim with deceptive strength and she shudders.
Enid swallows, and then whispers, “Xavier.”
That completely throws her off. Wednesday glares at the very idea. “That slimy bug?”
“Yes, Wednesday!” Enid throws her hands over her face as it continues to grow more flushed and Wednesday takes a seat beside her on the bed.
“Why?”
“Because he likes you, Wednesday!” Enid finally says, throwing her hands up. Wednesday’s eyes grow wide with fascination as she watches Enid’s claws shoot out, “He likes you and he’s always so smug and all over you like I don’t know what he’s doing! And he’s so entitled and I know he’s your friend but he just won’t back off! ” The last word came out as a growl, the eldest Addams heir was captivated by the way her lover’s eyes darkened with anger. And perhaps something deliciously predatory. “And he knows we’re dating! And you agreed to go shopping with him and you never want to go with me! And you could just see the way he thought he won something–and he’s so childish and it makes me feel childish because I-I just want to growl at him and tell him you’re mine.”
There is no saving her soul, there is no salvation for her and if such a thing exists it’s Enid’s lips. Wednesday couldn’t help herself, she lunges forward like a starved woman (And truly she is, Enid had been away far longer than she was used to) to capture her lips in a kiss. Her left-hand turns Enid’s head to devour her, and her girlfriend melts underneath her. Wednesday hums in delight, pressing herself closer until she could not anymore.
Kissing Enid felt like breathing for the first time, like she’d just risen from the grave and taken her first gulp of perfectly putrid cemetery air after clawing her way out of the dirt. It was freeing, her heart throbbed in her chest like it wished to jump into Enid’s arms and spend its last beating moments between her bloody fingers.
When they part, Enid pants. Her pupils are blown and her eyes are wide, “I-” Enid choked as Wednesday slides her fingers down the werewolf’s neck and she nearly smiles. How pathetic. Enid is turning her into something terrible, something awful, something worse than death.
Her father.
“I’m sorry,” Enid mutters, “That was really possessive and weird and–”
“Nonsense.” Wednesday stops her before she can even continue that train of thought. “I am yours, cara mia. Don’t you understand?” Wednesday can’t help herself, she steals another kiss, lingering for a second. “I agreed to go shopping with Xavier because he was going to drive me into town to get a gift for you.” Though she hated to ruin Enid’s surprise, but dire situations required extreme solutions. Like derailing her carefully constructed plans to ensure Enid was alright.
Enid blinks and then ducks her head, letting out a small life. “Oh gosh–Wednesday–A gift?” She looks back up again, blue eyes bright and shining. Wednesday had to remind herself how to breathe. “For what?”
“Because I love you.” The answer was as simple as she made it.
Enid snorted and leaned forward and kissed her head. “I’m sorry, I should’ve talked to you.”
“Yes.” Wednesday agrees, “I…I was worried you would not come back,” Wednesday struggles, the words feel like acid and unfit for her tongue. Wednesday Addams does not worry, she solves problems.
Enid’s eyes widen and she leans forward, placing soft kisses all over her face. Wednesday allows it. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to worry you–I just…I was feeling so much and I was worried if–if you saw me being a crazy possessive wolf you’d want someone else!” Enid looks particularly frustrated for a moment as she speaks, “Werewolves are always stereotyped as being possessive and you’re not an object and I’m not crazy it’s just I want to rip his head off sometimes! Nothing you could do would make me just up and leave, I love you, Wednesday!” Enid teases her relentlessly. Wednesday inhales quietly and shakes her head, focusing on the situation at hand, only Enid would tempt her like this during such an important conversation. “Oh my god I sound crazy, I sound crazy don’t I?”
“Yes. I love it.”
“W-What?”
“I love it. And I forgive you, if I had known you felt this way about Xavier, I would’ve just called my parents and dealt with all their questions. I was hoping to avoid that but not at the expense of you.”
“No!” Enid rushes out, frowning. “You can hang out with Xavier–”
“Enid the only reason I put up with that imbecile is because I figured you didn’t want me murdering him.” Wednesday decides to be honest, as always with Enid. “I couldn’t want anyone else, it is not in my blood.”
Her girlfriend looks appalled. “ What ? Why would you think that?”
Wednesday frowns. “You told me to keep his phone, it was his pathetic attempts to have some sort of connection with me, I thought–”
“I told you to keep the phone so I could text you!” Enid’s huff had no right being that adorable but there she was. “Not because I wanted you to stop hating him!”
“Aside from his uses as a free ride, there is very little I get out of his existence.”
Enid’s shy and slow grin revives her. “Is it weird that I feel better after hearing that? You don’t know how annoying he was.”
“I do.” Wednesday disagrees.
“Yeah. You’re right. I’m sorry, Wednesday.” Enid giggles and leans into her, a show of trust and vulnerability she treasures. How cursed is she to be able to love someone as incredible as Enid.
“Would you really tear his head off?” Wednesday tries not to sound as eager as she seems. Her paramour was many things, gentle and kind of course, but Wednesday could never forget the bloodlust and danger that lurks beneath the surface of the blonde wolf. She could not forget the way Enid’s fur turned red with victory after her encounter with Tyler, it was seared into her memory like a brand of ownership.
Enid blushes again and gently slaps her bicep, “Wednesday!” Wednesday stares and waits. “I mean–I only thought about it once..o-or twice.”
“You enchant me.” Wednesday leans in to steal another kiss, Enid giggling against her lips and sliding her arm around her shoulders to draw them closer together.
“You terrify me,” Enid mumbles against her lips with so much adoration her chest hurt.
All Wednesday can do is sigh helplessly, at those words.
Wednesday Addams is weak in the face of her devotion to Enid Sinclair. After all these years she finally understood her father’s almost desperate display, how could she hope to resist these urges? How could she hope to deny Enid anything?
Wednesday’s lips traveled from the corner of Enid’s lips down her jaw, drinking in the subtle gasps and soft hums of approval greedily. “You do not need to flatter me, cara mia, I was already going to undress you.” They are not close enough, she must have all of Enid pressed against her now. Soft delicate fingers and deadly claws, plush lips and sharp teeth. Creature and woman.
“Wednesday!” The named pauses, waiting. Enid is bright red and she blinks her lidded eyes open. It takes three seconds, her eyes traveling over the length of Wednesday. “Actually, make up sex does sound nice. Like, really nice.”
Wednesday scoffs, “Of course it does. I take care of you.” Wednesday Addams takes pride in it.
Enid smiles like she knows something Wednesday doesn’t and drags her down on the bed, “Yes you do.”
—-
“Wednesday is busy.” When Enid opens the door in a robe, she smiles, all teeth. She does not try to hide her smugness. Xavier looks embarrassed, his eyes briefly snap to her neck, littered with bruises and attentive marks from Wednesday. She was always very thorough and particular about that.
“W-Wednesday said—”
“Busy.” Enid growls, taking a step forward with the full intent of removing Xavier from stinking up her hallway. And maybe his legs.
“Enid, you told me it wouldn’t take long.” A familiar voice called from inside the door, stopping the werewolf in her tracks.
“Coming, Wednesday!” Enid yells back, a bright smile returning to her face as she looks back at Xavier with a dark gleam. “She’s busy. Maybe next year, maybe not!” And then the blonde slams the door, happily skipping back to bed to continue where she had been interrupted.