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She’s standing in the middle of the shed, flipping through more of his journals with Thing when the door opens.
Fuck.
There’s no time to hide, she’s caught. Wednesday bites down on her lip so hard she’s surprised there’s no blood. She quickly closes his journal and folds her arms over her chest, turning in the direction of the door. Thing gets the signal and scurries away to a corner.
At least he can hide.
“What are you doing here?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowed.
She says the first thing she can think of. “I wanted to see you.”
He rolls his eyes. “Like you wanted to ask me to the dance? Listen Wednesday I know that things are probably different at your house you know with snooping and all, but I don’t like when people go through my shit without permission.”
“No, I actually wanted to see you,” she says again.
“Yeah, why?”
For a second she doesn’t know what to say. Usually, she’s good at coming up with excuses and lies for situations like this one, but right now she’s stumped. Why would she want to see Xavier? For art? No. He knows she doesn’t particularly like that. Help with homework? Again, no. She’s smarter than him, at least in all the classes they have together. Something having to do with feelings? Perfect.
She swallows hard and takes a small step towards him. “I uh, I don’t really know what to say exactly. After the dance I’ve just realized how blind I’ve been.”
“Blind with what?”
She takes another step towards him. “With you.”
He’s visibly shocked for a few seconds but then his suspicious gaze fades and is replaced with one almost of pride. His lips curl into a small smile and he steps toward her, leaving only a foot or so of space between them. Part of her is disgusted and wants to smack that smirk off his face. But another part of her is almost… intrigued. She doesn’t know what to make of it.
“So now you can see… what?” He asks, his voice lower than before.
“I see how obvious you’ve made your feelings for me, and how I’ve hurt them on many occasions. It was a mistake, all of it. I don’t like feelings, so I don’t know how to deal with them. I’m not friend material, let alone more than friend material,” she explains, half of what she says being true.
Surprisingly, he laughs. “All right, so do I even bother asking you out on a date?”
“No, never. I find dates atrocious,” she replies. She sees the happy look in his eyes begin to fade and she doesn’t like it. “We can be friends, officially.”
“But I don’t want to be just your friend,” he says with a sigh. He steps by her and moves further into the shed; she follows him with her eyes. “I like you Wednesday, I really really like you. To the point where I don’t think I could bear being just your friend.”
“I cannot be a girlfriend. I will be cruel, always put my feelings before yours, and stomp your heart out,” she replies.
“But I don’t know if I could be your friend, I want… I want you too badly in ways you don’t want your friends,” he admits.
Wednesday knows he means this in a sexual way. Every boy at their age thinks about sexual topics a lot of the time. She thinks about her parents, how they can’t even spend a night without each other. It always disgusted her, their constant physical affection. However, seeing the way Xavier is looking at her makes something deep inside her ignite. It almost scares her. Almost.
Suddenly, she’s no longer making excuses as to why she’s in his shed. She’s interested in continuing their conversation, she’s interested in hearing how much he wants her. What is happening?
“We could if you wanted,” she says after a few seconds.
He looks at her, confused. “Could what?”
“Have sex.”
His eyes go wide. “W-What?”
“Or kiss or give oral to each other or all of that.”
“Why are you- I thought you were ace or something,” he says. He’s still quite shocked, Wednesday can tell. “And I swear you just said you don’t want to be my girlfriend.”
“Do you want to or not?” She asks, a bit annoyed now.
“Of course I want to,” he answers. “Not to sound like a creep but that’s like all I’ve been able to think about since I met you. You’re so… different and beautiful and I mean you’ve seen my drawings. Sorry, this is all just very sudden, and I didn’t think this would ever happen so I’m-”
Wednesday doesn’t care to hear him speak anymore, so she closes the space between them quickly and grabs his tie, pulling his lips down to hers. They’re both frozen for a couple seconds. Wednesday because she’d never done this before and Xavier because he’s still in shock. But he quickly snaps out of it and begins to move his lips against hers.
She follows him and soon enough they’re kissing like Wednesday’s parents. His hands fall to her waist, and he pulls their bodies together. He’s so warm, she notes, even through his uniform. That feeling deep inside her starts to grow, she thinks it’s probably like butterflies except so much deeper. She doesn’t know if she loves or hates the feeling.
In a matter of minutes, their lips are moving faster, and their breathing is heavier. When Xavier lifts her up and places her on his table she doesn’t object, in fact she finds her body is practically begging her to ask for more. She refuses to comply. Much to her body’s approval however, he breaks his lips from hers and starts to trail them down her neck, she has to bite back from making noise.
“You’re a virgin, right?” he whispers against her skin. She hates the way her body tingles at the sound.
“Yes.”
“Can I touch you?”
“Yes.”
He captures her lips with his again while his hands creep between her legs. When his fingertips brush against her center she gasps, and he takes the chance to slip his tongue in her mouth. She can feel his lips curl up and she decides she’s never hated her body more for such betrayal.
“Have you ever touched yourself?”
Another gasp leaves her as he touches her again. “No.”
“God Wednesday,” he mumbles. “I thought someone like you would at least have explored things like this, isn’t that how people find out their ace? You’re so wet Jesus.”
Her head falls back when he slips his fingers under her panties. “I’m not asexual, I’ve just never… had interest in anyone enough to do these things.”
He hums in response and continues to rub circles on her. She feels so many things at once, she can’t even think straight. Her whole body feels like it’s on fire, pleasure pulsating throughout her, even down to her toes. She’s never felt so warm in her life. Xavier only makes the warmth grow when he starts to kiss her all over. Her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. It’s too much for her to take in at once.
“Can I finger you?”
Her insides practically pulsate at his voice. “Yes.”
“It might hurt a bit; all you have to do is say the word and I’ll stop.”
“All right.”
He kisses her again as he slides one of his fingers between her folds. She bites down on his lip when he starts to insert it. It doesn’t hurt her; it simply feels new. But this new sensation still causes her a bit of discomfort. She finds however, after he pulls it out and pushes it back in a few times, it feels good and when he adds a second, it feels amazing.
When he starts to rub her clit with his thumb again, she can’t help the slight moan that leaves her lips. She’s never felt anything like this. He connects their lips again and Wednesday doesn’t hold back. She wraps one of her arms around his neck, holding him close, while her other hand starts to weave through his hair. She’ll never admit this aloud, but she likes his hair. She likes how long it is, and now she likes how she can tug on it as he pleasures her with his fingers.
She feels something inside her begin to build, her orgasm she assumes. Xavier must feel this too because he begins to speed up the thrusting of his fingers. Her head falls back against one of his canvases and she keeps her eyes squeezed shut. It won’t be much longer. Her thighs tighten around him, and she finds herself clinging to him.
“Xavier,” she practically whimpers when she comes undone.
She’s too caught up in the feeling of cumming to care how pathetic she must sound. Her body pulses against him and she can barely breathe. It only lasts a few seconds, and when it’s over she goes limp. She feels used, tired. But she forces her eyes open and finds herself staring directly into Xavier’s.
“Wow…” he says. He removes his fingers and brings them up to his mouth, licking them clean. “I don’t… I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t… have to say anything,” Wednesday replies. She sits up again and gains her composer back. She doesn’t know how to feel about what just happened.
“That was hot,” he tells her.
She shrugs and pushes herself off the table, past him. For a second, she almost loses her balance, her head is still spinning. But she makes it as unnoticeable as she can. She straightens her clothes and picks up her bag before looking back at him.
“Thank you,” she says.
“No problem…” he replies, confused.
She swallows, suddenly remembering why she had come to his shed in the first place. Did she really let the potential Hyde give her her first sexual experience? She mentally curses herself for being so stupid, for letting her hormones take over. Without another word, she turns and starts to leave, but Xavier grabs her wrist.
“So, is that it?” He asks.
Wednesday looks at him briefly, she can’t stand the hurt look in his eyes. “I have other things to tend to.”
He scoffs and let’s go of her. “Of course, you do.”
She decides not to say anything else. So, she leaves and spends the rest of her night writing about Viper’s first sexual experience.