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Having sex with Wednesday Addams was almost the same as having a conversation with her. Direct, exact and thrilling. The main difference (besides clothing) was that she didn’t make a sound. Normally this would be a turn off for Enid, but not with Wednesday. She didn’t need to make noise, she directed the moment like an orchestral conductor. Her hands told Enid to touch her here, kiss her there. The arch in her back, the squeezing between her legs, the nails down Enid’s spine. But the best part of it all was her breathing. In a regular situation, Wednesday could be mistaken for a walking corpse, her breathing was so shallow. But in bed, she sighed, labored heavily, took air in sharply through her nose. And when she was truly in the throes, nearing the end, her eyes turned pitch black and opened wide to roll into the back of her head before dropping to the bed. That was the only time Wednesday wasn’t stiff as a board, she lay limp in the black sheets, sweating lightly and breathing heavily. This was pure bliss.
SNAP. SNAP. “Hello earth to Enid!” Yoko’s voice shattered the day dream, and Enids eyes went wide when she came back to reality. “Thought we lost you there pup. I’m not even going to ask what you’re daydreaming about, I can hear your heart beating away over there.” Yoko was turned away from her desk in her rolling chair, facing Enid with a look of curiosity.
“I uh…I so hum…” Enid stuttered, reaching for a lie that would not come to her.
She was planted on Yoko’s bed, supposed to be completing her senior year project, but was constantly being pulled into her memory. The smell. The sweet smell of decaying fruit and some type of wood-
“Enid seriously!” Yoko scolded. “You know what no, nope. You’re telling me what it is.”
Enid shook her head so hard she strained a muscle and winced. “I can’t!” She yelped.
“Oh yes you can, and you will. Who is it?”
“Who is what?”
“Don’t play coy with me wolf girl, your pheromones are stinking my room up.” Yoko said, her lip curling.
“Yoko I seriously cant. Plus it’s not really an official thing, it’s only happened once-“
“So there is something going on! I knew it!”
“Wait, yo-you said my pheromones…?”
Yoko laughed, “Sorry Enid, I was bluffing, I can only smell human pheromones. But the way you’re wriggling around and zoning out, you’re definitely having sex day dreams. In my room. With me RIGHT here. You owe me an explanation.”
Enid had enough sense to look sheepish and apologized, shrugging. “I can’t help it Yoko. It’s SO good. Like, beyond anyone else I’ve been with good.”
“Like enough to get all hot and bothered in front of your best friend good.” Yoko said.
Enid sighed, “I guess so. This is probably bad. That it’s this bad and we’ve only done it once.”
Yoko shrugged and rolled in her chair to her bedside. She leaned in close to Enid and smirked. “Tell me who it is.”
Enid made a zipping her lips motion and shook her head.
“I’m going to get it out of you woman!” Yoko growled, but there was a hint of a smile on her voice. “I’ll just start saying names until I catch your tell.”
“Hah as if, I’m a straight poker face.”
“No Enid, you’re not.”
Enid huffed and crossed her arms, “I’m going to finish this project so I can actually graduate. You should consider doing the same.”
Yoko barked out a laugh, “I finished mine while you were over here writing fan fiction smut in your head!”
Enid blushed hard then, hands coming up to cover her face.
Yoko knew the time to strike was now so she fired off the first name of someone she considered may have caught Enid’s eye.
“Ajax.”
“Oh god, no, that was so sophomore year.”
“Hmmm okay, Xavier then.”
Enid raised an eyebrow, and looked back down to her book. Not that one then.
“Joey from history of outcasts.” No response. Yoko decided to shoot for a new tactic, change the gender?
“Bianca?!”
“Seriously Yoko?!” Enid rolled her eyes. “Bianca has tormented me for the last four years.”
Yoko shrugged, “I don’t know maybe it was a friends to lovers trope kind of thing.”
As soon as the words left her mouth Yoko knew. The puzzle pieces fell into place and her face did nothing to hide it. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened into a smile that bared her fangs. Enid’s heart stopped when she saw the realization wash over Yoko, she knew she was caught before the name even left Yoko’s tongue.
“Wednesday Addams. You DOG!”
Enid went rigid even as she tried to feign nonchalance. The name brought chills to her spine and a hot coil lit up inside her stomach.
“No…” oh yes, Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday. “No don’t be crazy. She wouldn’t-“ Enid stuttered and all the blood in her body felt like it had pumped into her cheeks.
“Oh. My. Gods. Enid, you caught the uncatchable!”
Enid forgot to lie upon hearing that from Yoko, “What do you mean?”
“Girl do even know how many people have been barking up that tree since Tyler?”
Enid ground her teeth, she had noticed the rise in interest in her roommate and long time secret crush after she had saved the school. She would never admit to being jealous though, and Wednesday never showed any interest back in any of them.
“I hadn’t noticed.” She lied.
“And that ladies and gentlemen,” Yoko pretended to be a tv show host, “was determined to be a LIE.”
Enid couldn’t help herself but laugh. The cat was out of the proverbial bag now, what was the use in lying to her best friend? Plus, she really needed to process what she was feeling with someone.
“Okay you can’t tell ANYONE Yoko. I mean it. Not even Divina.”
Yoko pretended to be wounded, her hand covering her heart, “I would never spill my best friends secrets, even to my girlfriend. Now tell me everything immediately.” Yoko climbed out of the chair and onto the bed facing Enid, getting comfortable for the story.
“Okay so, it all started last week in botany class-“
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ONE WEEK EARLIER
Enid sat in the back of the botany class, it wasn’t her favorite, but wasn’t her least favorite. The teacher Mr. Sands was kind and patient, and happened to have terrible eyesight. Due to his poor vision, Enid could use this class to play with her phone. She could put a note or two into her blog, check her socials and update them if she saw fit. She could also sit in the back of the room and watch Wednesday fight Bianca as enthusiastically as she did the first day she was in school.
Enid had been nurturing a class five crush on her roommate and friend for years now, only managing to relieve herself by going through the motions of meaningless short relationships. She usually restricted herself from thinking about Wednesday that way, otherwise living in the same room would have become unbearable. But in botany twice a week, she allowed herself the hour to fantasize. She watched Wednesday as she would twirl her pen between deft fingers, she watched Wednesday chew on the end of the same pen from time to time, watched her frown in concentration, watched her stretch her neck when she’d been looking down for too long.
So when Enid settled in, ready for her favorite hour of the week, she was disappointed to see someone else sitting in Wednesdays usual seat. She frowned and looked around the room, but Wednesday was nowhere to be found.
“Looking for someone Enid?” A flat voice came from behind her, scaring her into leaping out of her chair, claws out.
“Wednesday! You nearly scared me to death.”
“Nearly.” Wednesday deadpanned, but Enid could tell she was joking by the slight upturn in her lips.
Enid sheathed her rainbow claws back into nails and returned to her seat, trying to maintain a shred of her dignity. She looked up at Wednesday who stood next to her still, and noted the new angle on her was even more beautiful. She had never been shorter than Wednesday before. It was the perfect opportunity to trace the sharp line of her jaw bone, the tendons of her neck and run her eyes over the smooth collarbones under a thin black shirt.
“Enid, are you alright? You look rabid.” Wednesday said.
Enid startled, realizing she had been staring for much longer than was appropriate. “Oh, yeah roomie, I’m good. What brings you to this neck of the uh…classroom?” Whew she’d done it, crisis averted.
Wednesday raised her eyebrow, “I could have assumed you were just sizing me up.”
Enid shook her head too enthusiastically and Wednesday gave her another strange look.
“It appears as if my usual seat has been taken. May I sit with you today?”
Enid was sweaty. She could usually interact with Wednesday easily, they were friends after all, but this was her fantasy hour. Her mind had already been prepared to go places it had never been allowed to go when Wednesday was so close. Shit, she needed to say something, anything.
“I’m surprised you haven’t poisoned him.” Enid blurted out.
“Poisoned whom?”
“The boy in your seat. You’re going to let him have it?”
“Only if I can sit here.” Wednesday said.
Enid nodded, far too enthusiastically again, drawing another strange look from Wednesday. She sat next to her and pulled her books out, the pen with soft bite marks was laid inside the pages. Enid studied the imprints on the plastic like they had the answers to every question she had ever asked. Wednesday drummed her fingers on the table, drawing Enid’s eye to them. She did this drumming often when she was waiting for something, and now that it was happening so close Enid couldn’t stop watching.
The soft thud thud thud thud of all four of her fingers hitting the wood was hypnotic, and the dexterity of those fingers had Enid in a trance.
“Enid? You’re drooling.”
Enid ripped her eyes off Wednesdays hand and looked into her eyes, wiping her mouth on her sleeve. God those eyes were so dark, Enid wondered if they got darker when-
“If you are going to wolf out and use my bones as toothpicks I’d like to know sooner rather than later so I may attempt to defend myself.”
“Oh gosh, no I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’m sorry.”
“You said that.”
“Uhm yeah, yeah I’m sorry.”
“Yes.”
“Oh no that wasn’t—I wasn’t —never mind.”
Wednesday nodded and turned to the front of the class again, listening to Mr. Sands’ lecture. Enid had to find a way to get it together. And then Wednesday made it impossibly worse.
Mr. Sands had instructed them to grab something from the drawer under their table so Wednesday reached for it but couldn’t quite find what she was looking for. She leaned further and lost her balance, forcing her to grab Enid’s thigh to stop herself from falling out of the chair. Enid had never seen Wednesday do something so clumsy, so she was shocked, but not as shocked as she was when a quiet moan left her throat. Wednesdays hand was gripping high on Enid’s leg and the unexpected pressure was too much for Enid to bear. When the graphic sound left her lips she thought she might just die right on the spot. But the sound caused Wednesday to jerk her head up and look at Enid with wild imploring eyes. She didn’t remove her hand, she just watched Enid with a small confused frown.
Enid was unsure what was going through Wednesdays head when she slid her hand up higher, a curious twinkle in her almost black eyes. Enid sucked in her breath hard, looking down to the hand, then back to the brown-black eyes, then back to the hand. Wednesday raised an eyebrow and tilted her head, then removed her hand and sat straight back up as if nothing had happened.
Enid squirmed uncomfortably. The interaction was too much. She needed to get out of there before she embarrassed herself further so she raised her hand trying to get Mr. Sands attention. Wednesday frowned at her and it looked to Enid like she shook her head no, but Enid couldn’t concentrate.
“Yes, Miss Sinclair?” Mr. Sands said.
“May I use the restroom please?” Enid tried to keep her voice from shaking.
“Yes of course.”
Enid grabbed her phone and her bag and tore out of the classroom.
“Stupid stupid stupid.” She chastised herself as she hurried to the bathroom.
When the door shut behind her she went to the sink and splashed cold water into her face. Then did it again for good measure. The heat that had exploded inside of her was slowly dissipating, and her heart rate was returning to its normal rhythm. She looked at her reflection, her hands gripping the sides of the sink.
“Pull it together Sinclair.” She told her reflection.
She took a deep breath and nodded, determining that she had composed herself enough to return to class. But just as she had turned to go, the bathroom door creaked open, and Wednesday stepped in. Enid could remember having this exact fantasy not two weeks ago. Was she stuck in a fantasy coma? That had to be it. She said nothing to Wednesday, and Wednesday said nothing to her. She just stood there staring at Enid with an unidentifiable expression.
When she moved Enid moved as well, expecting them to step around each other so Enid could exit and Wednesday could enter. But instead Wednesday stepped up to Enid and then somehow her body had manipulated Enid’s against the wall, Wednesday only inches away from Enid’s face. The expression was there again, Enid could see Wednesday’s pupils dilate and the black swallowed the golden brown. She seemed to contemplate something briefly and then before Enid could understand what was happening she was kissing her.
At first the kiss was slow, exploratory and soft. Only their lips touched as they gauged if one would pull away. When neither did, Enid pulled Wednesday into her, wrapping her arms around her hips. Wednesday reached up and softly placed both hands around Enid’s face, her cool fingers slipping into the hair behind her ears. Enid moaned into Wednesdays mouth as her hair pulled slightly, and Wednesday angled her chin, deepening the kiss. Wednesdays tongue skated across Enid’s lips, drawing another moan and then their tongues were introducing themselves to one another.
Wednesday had a handful of Enid’s hair in one hand, and her other pressed into the back of Enid’s neck. They kissed frantically for what seemed like hours before they parted. Wednesday broke it first, uncharacteristically gasping for air while still allowing her body to be held by Enid. Enid was sure her heart was going to pop out of her body like a facehugger alien and present itself to Wednesday on a platter.
“What. What just happened?” Enid managed to say, still not letting go of Wednesday.
Wednesday didn’t fight her, just stared right into her eyes. “I was not positive that was how this would conspire” she said, “my father always tells me grand gestures are the superior tactic.”
“Wait, you’ve talked to your dad about grand gestures?” Enid was shocked.
“I am an Addams Enid. You must know we carry a proud heritage of romance in our blood.”
“Well yeah, but, I wasn’t expecting you to— you to do that.”
Wednesday went rigid and pulled herself from Enid. “Was my approach unwelcome? I apologize Enid, I know I have read social cues wrong in the past but I was sure-“
Enid stopped her by grabbing her around the waist and kissing her again. This one was brief and soft, but it relayed the message Enid was trying to communicate.
“Not unwelcome Wednesday, not at all. Just unexpected.”
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Yoko was howling, interrupting Enid’s telling of the events from the week prior.
“I CAN NOT BELIEVE THIS SHIT!” She screamed, laughing and slapping her knees. “You’re seriously not making this up? This isn’t one of your romance novels?”
Enid gasped in mock disapproval, “Are you seriously accusing me of making this up? I couldn’t write a story this good Yoko.”
“No kidding! Go on, go on. Let’s get to the juicy bits!”
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SIX DAYS EARLIER
Enid and Wednesday had not sat down to talk about what happened in the bathroom the day before. They needed to, but every time they were alone together they were kissing again. They couldn’t stop themselves. Enid was beyond surprised at Wednesday’s eagerness for physical affection. She had grown immensely from the girl Enid had first met, but she was still the same at heart.
They were sitting on Wednesday’s bed, lips pink and swollen from kissing and nipping each other every chance they got. Enid was still, contemplating how to start the conversation, but Wednesday seemed to know what she was thinking.
“We should address this relationship further.” She stated matter of factly.
Enid nodded, picking at the pilling fabric on the bottom of her sock. “So, I have to admit I’ve been wanting this for a long time. Like since I wolfed out the first time and fought Tyler. That day I realized how I felt.”
Wednesday watched her, waiting to ensure she wasn’t going to say anything else. “I admit it took me longer to come to terms with what I was feeling for you. I believe I’ve known since we won the Poe cup sophomore year, but it’s taken me until this year to accept that it will not cease.”
Enid guffawed, mouth open, “We’ve been pining after each other for three years, living in the same room and just now figured this out. We’re helpless.” She flopped backwards on the bed, allowing her head to hang off the side.
“Enid, I—“ Wednesday’s voice sounded strangled, so Enid lifted her head to see her staring at the patch of skin that was bared when she went upside down, her sweater rising above her bellybutton.
“You can touch me Wednesday, if you want to.” Enid said after dropping her head back off the side of the bed, pretending like the offer wasn’t a big deal. Like her skin wasn’t crawling over itself hoping she would even graze her fingertips over her.
“I’ve— I’ve never done this before.” Wednesday said.
Enid realized the strange choke in her voice was embarrassment. Wednesday wanted to touch her but was embarrassed about her inexperience. This was not no big deal. Enid sat back up, trying not to move too fast and cause a blood rush from her head. She reached out for Wednesday’s hand, which she gave her willingly. Wednesday’s eyes were wide, and her expression was the closest thing to fear Enid had ever seen on her face.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you. Don’t be afraid.”
Wednesday pulled her hand back, indignant and prideful. “I am not afraid.”
“Okay, sorry wrong word choice. Don’t be nervous.” Enid reached out and grabbed Wednesday’s hand back, leading it to the hem of her shirt. Wednesday scooted closer so that they were knee to knee, cross legged on the bed. “Is this okay?” Enid asked?
Wednesday sighed and nodded, watching her fingertips disappear under the pink knitted sweater. As soon as cold fingers came into contact with warm flesh a switch flipped in Wednesday. She softly pushed Enid onto her side, then over onto her back so her head was on the black pillow. Enid laid her legs down as Wednesday climbed on top of her, knees around her hips. She leaned down and kissed Enid softly, her right hand exploring the plane of skin under the sweater. When her fingers brushed the bottom wire of her bra Enid sighed through her nose.
Wednesday sat back up, pulling Enid with her. She grabbed the bottom of the sweater, making eye contact with Enid as she slowly lifted it. Enid nodded her permission and lifted her arms above her head, allowing the garment to come off and be thrown to the floor. Wednesday’s eyes drank her in as she fell back into the pillow, and she let her do it. She enjoyed being the one stared at this way. Once Wednesday had covered every inch of her with her eyes, she began the exploration with her hands. And her mouth, to Enid’s delight and surprise.
Wednesday kissed Enid’s jaw, then dropped kisses down the side of her neck, where she bit lightly, testing Enid’s reaction. The bite earned a slight arching of her back, the kisses, soft exhales. She continued her trail downward, nipping at Enid’s collarbones, then tentatively, the tops of her breasts. That earned her a hearty groan of want from Enid. She grazed over the bra and peppered kisses on Enid’s ribs, alternating sides every few inches. She ran her tongue down to her bellybutton, savoring every inch she could get. Then she bit down harder than the others at Enid’s hip and Enid had been teased enough.
She pulled Wednesday up and flipped her over, the wolf’s strength surfacing in her haste. Wednesday’s eyes were heavy lidded and her full lips pouted slightly at being flipped. Enid couldn’t resist those perfect cupids bow lips. She kissed them like she was starved for them, taking the bottom one in between her teeth and biting it just enough to make Wednesday hiss.
She sat Wednesday up and pulled the thin black sweater over her head, then the white tshirt. She made eye contact when she grabbed the waist of Wednesdays sweats, asking, “Is this okay?” Wednesday gave her one curt nod and lifted her hips, allowing Enid to slip the pants down her legs. It was her turn to drink in the view then. Wednesday was left in black lacy underwear, intricate and not out of character for her.
“Take yours off.” Wednesday said as Enid stared at her.
“What?”
“Your shorts. Please remove them.”
“Oh right yeah.” Enid stood on the bed over Wednesday, making a show of pulling her shorts down in her face.
Wednesday bit her lip and flared her nostrils, but reacted no further. Enid dropped back down, her hips pressing down on Wednesdays. Enid felt the ghost of pressure as Wednesday slightly pressed upward into her, testing the friction.
“Don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of you.” Enid promised.
“Enid, I have to admit that my mind is fogged by animal instinct. I am afraid I can no longer ignore it.”
“I don’t want you to ignore it silly. I want you to enjoy it.”
With that Enid descended onto Wednesday. Returning the kisses and nips, following the same path Wednesday has set before her. Enid’s fangs dig deeper than Wednesdays teeth did, causing Wednesday to gasp and grab a handful of Enid’s hair. Enid glanced up to check in, to make sure the gasp wasn’t without pleasure. Wednesdays chest was heaving, her arm slung over her eyes.
Enid retreated back up Wednesday’s body, moving her arm back to her side and kissing her hard. Wednesday wrapped her arms around Enid’s back and with no warning she snapped the clasps on Enid’s bra and watched it slide off of her shoulders. Enid tossed it to the side, and returned the favor to Wednesday, unclasping and removing her bra as well. Enid sat up and looked down into Wednesday’s face.
“We’re really going to do this.” She felt breathless.
“Yes.” Wednesday whispered.
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“Gods I’m so gay for this right now.” Yoko said.
Enid was hot, even retelling the story was nearly too much for her. “This is where things get…graphic.” She said. “Maybe I should just let you infer what happened from here.”
“Are you kidding me?! You had sex with Wednesday Addams and you think you’re not going to tell me every single detail?! Get fucked Enid! Ha, well tell me how you got fucked Enid!”
Enid blushed and rolled her eyes, “fine, but remember you asked for this.”
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SIX DAYS EARLIER
They were really going to do this. Enid’s dreams had never lived up to this bliss.
“Are you sure? Like really sure you’re sure? I will stop at any point you’re not sure.”
Wednesday huffed in the most undignified un-Wednesday manner, “Enid please.”
“Okay. We’re doing this.”
Enid took it slow at first, returning to kiss Wednesday on the lips, then journeyed down to her hip bones. Enid’s shoulders were between Wednesday’s legs now, as she pressed her lips down the rise of her hips, over the front of her underwear. She looked up again, her fingers slipping under the hem of black lace, slowly pulling it down, watching for signs of apprehension on Wednesday’s face. But it never came. If anything Wednesday looked more eager than Enid has ever seen her.
With her permission granted, Enid kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other. Bit softly into one side, higher up, earning a sharp inhale and a slight thrust of her hips. She dipped her tongue in and swirled, exploring this new territory. Territory only she and Wednesday had ever touched. The thought made her stomach coil tight. Wednesday took a handful of her hair all the way to the root, gasping and sighing in perfect rhythm. When she was sure it was time, Enid slipped a finger inside of Wednesday, received enthusiastic feedback via a gasp and a pull of her hair, then pulled out and pushed two fingers in.
Enid expected a moan but never got one. She knew she was doing all the right things, the physical feedback from Wednesday was apparent. But no sound escaped her lips other than breathy sighs. Enid decided she actually liked that Wednesday was the way she was. Quiet suited her well actually.
After a few minutes of steady thrusting and licking and kissing Wednesday pulled at Enid, urging her to move her body back up the bed.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“NO,” Wednesday practically shouted, “no, just come kiss me.”
Enid happily obeyed. Keeping her right hand busy she made her way back up to Wednesday’s face, kissing her stomach and her chest in the ascent, ridding her lips of the glossy shine from below. Wednesday grabbed her face and kissed her like her life depended on it, moving her hips in perfect rhythm with Enids hand, dragging a moan from Enid. Wednesday may not make noise, but Enid could not stop herself.
Wednesday began to clamp down on Enid’s arm with her thighs, her hands running over the muscles in Enid’s back, nails trailing marks down her spine. She threw her head back as her eyes went black, back arching off of the bed and into Enid’s chest. She tensed and flexed every muscle, allowing the orgasm to roll through her body as long as she could, until she crashed back into the sheets. Both of them were breathing hard, sweating, grinning. Wednesday was limp and smiling, the rare sight making Enid’s heart flutter.
Before she could get too sentimental, she felt Wednesday’s hand wander down her side, and Enid got back on all fours to allow Wednesday access to her. She kissed Wednesday and whispered into her lips, “you don’t have to do that.”
Wednesday frowned, her hand still wandering across Enid’s body.
“I want to do this more than anything.”
Hearing those words leave Wednesday’s mouth, Enid was sunk. She was in deep and her underwear were being pulled off of her and she felt Wednesday touch her and she was so sunk. This was love. Actual real deep, die for someone love. She hoped Wednesday could read that in her eyes. She would tell her later, she was becoming quickly distracted at how fast a study Wednesday had been.
All those years watching her fingers tap away at her typewriter, curl around the cello strings and grip the bow, twirl her pen and her switchblade. And now they were learning new tricks, very quickly. Fingers slipped inside of her and she leaned back into them, sitting up over Wednesdays hips, riding her wrist gently. Wednesday’s mouth dropped open in awe. Enid was pleased.
She rolled her hips on Wednesdays hand, seeking her own pleasure and allowing Wednesday to set the pace. She didn’t want to break the girl on their first time. But soon she needed to pick up the tempo so she hinted softly with her body and Wednesday understood immediately. Enid considered that Wednesday had actually done this before, but knew Wednesday would not lie to her. Besides, this was too absolutely delicious to ruin with thoughts like that.
Wednesdays thumb brushed over her clit and that was the beginning of the end. She did it again, and again, every few thrusts of Enid’s hips and then Enid was shaking. She dropped her hands to either side of Wednesdays head, briefly kissing her before the pleasure was too much and she moaned, breaking the kiss and dropping her head into Wednesdays neck. Enid shuddered, Wednesday’s left hand raked nails down her back again and she stiffened, then collapsed into a heap on top of Wednesday.
“Are we sure that was your first time.” Enid mumbled into Wednesday’s neck.
“I told you Enid, Addams are famously passionate and romantic.”
Enid hummed into black hair, eyes heavy.
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“I. Am. Speechless. Enid Sinclair. I’m so proud.” Yoko clasped her hands together, kicking her legs on the mattress is glee.
Enid smiled a huge smile, proud of herself in more ways than one.
“Tell me what happened next? Did she freak out after the post orgasmic high wore off? Did you? Did you guys get married immediately?”
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The next morning Enid woke early, the sun shining directly into her eyes from the giant round window. The angle was different than usual though, and she realized with a start she was not in her bed. She was in Wednesdays bed. Wearing one of Wednesdays giant black T-shirt’s and nothing else. And there was Wednesday, sleeping in her back behind her. Arms crossed over her chest, legs out straight. Enid thought she was without a doubt the weirdest, most beautiful, amazing human she had ever met. She smiled from ear to ear and fought the urge to wiggle in pure joy.
“Your joy is deafening, Sinclair.” Wednesday said flatly, eyes still closed.
“Oh good you’re awake, I need something from you.”
Wednesday cracked open one eye, “What is it? And what time is it?”
“It’s 545 AM.” Enid said, delicately grabbing Wednesdays right arm, lifting it and sliding under it, “I need this.” She said and she laid her head on Wednesday’s chest, threw her leg over Wednesday’s and wrapped her arm around her chest.
Wednesday draped her left arm over her eyes to block out the sun, not fighting Enid. Her right arm drew soft patterns on Enid’s back, causing goosebumps to run down Enid’s spine.
“Talk later,” Wednesday mumbled, “Sleep now.”