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Tyler’s couldn’t remember the last time his life had been this good. He struggled to recall it ever being this normal and that was saying something considering he was a Hyde and his girlfriend was Wednesday Addams. Tyler had finally established a good relationship with Hyde, he was able to embrace him and rarely found himself out of sorts with him. His predatory nature was easily quenched through regular hunting and as long as Tyler kept his temper in check, Hyde was predictable. It was something that disappointed his girlfriend immensely. Wednesday on the other hand, was unpredictable and constantly kept him questioning himself. His dark and fiercely intelligent girlfriend was perfect.
His days were spent working at the weathervane and his evenings split between re-building his relationship with his father and trying to smother Wednesday with his attention. Something she truly endured and yet he knew she enjoyed.
Life had a balance to it that he was learning to manage, alongside the benefits of being a Hyde, of having a girlfriend and of control. It often meant that all those things intertwined with one another. He could manage his time better, with taking Wednesday on dates hunting as the Hyde. She rarely snuck up on him with his Hyde hearing in tuned with his own. The control over his emotions allowed for his brain to catch up with what others would perceive as a cold comment from Wednesday, but he could now see as humour. All the parts of his life were combining with one another and he was at peace, no longer having to keep up with the lies or orders. It was not always smooth, especially when it came to Wednesday and his dad, but it was bearable.
His grasp on Hyde very rarely slipped, he thought he had discovered everything there was to master about himself, yet he shouldn’t have been surprised if there was one thing to throw Hyde off it would be Wednesday.
It was a regular Thursday afternoon when Wednesday had a short day of classes and therefore made her weekly trip to the Weathervane for her iced quad. Tyler had it all lined up before three o’clock, in anticipation for her arrival. He had even saved his break for her arrival. He didn’t hesitate to begin grinding the beans the moment she pushed through the doors. It wasn’t long before he placed her quad in front of her and slid in to the seat next to her. Wednesday was very firm on no public displays of affection and he was more than accepting of this, however her subtle accommodations he recognised. She always sat a little bit further in the booth in preparation for him sitting next to her. As he took his seat his sense of smell was set ablaze. He didn’t hesitate to lean closer and inhale deeply.
The look of disapproval on Wednesdays face immediately made him feel remorseful.
“Sorry, you just smell really good.” He chuckled, awkwardly ducking his head to fight a feverish blush rising to his cheeks.
“Hyde should be ashamed of your behaviour.” She chastised, bring the straw of her iced quad to her lips.
Tyler couldn’t help rolling his eyes at her comment. She often enjoyed sparring at his weak normie behaviour.
“It’s his advanced sense of smell that brought it to my attention, he is probably just hungry.” Tyler surmised.
“Saturday, I have availability for a hunting trip.”
“It’s a date.” He smiled at her, Wednesday forgetting herself for a moment and smiling back in approval. “I should get back to work, I’ll see you on Saturday at dawn?”
Wednesday nodded in agreement, before pulling out her homework and beginning her studies for the evening, always under the watchful eye of Tyler from the counter.
She never waved good-bye, instead simply raising herself from her seat and discreetly slipping out when his back is turned. Determined not to engage in public displays of affection in any manner.
At 5am Saturday morning Tyler walked out his front doors to find Wednesday patiently waiting on the hood of his car. He never questions how long she’s been waiting or if she is cold, instead offering her a hand to climb down. She routinely refused the hand for its assistance, but did intertwin their fingers as they begun the trek through the forest at the back of his house. They walked for almost an hour in silence, deep in to the thick of the forest. When the sun had started to peak through the trees, they found a spot for Wednesday to seat herself as Tyler walked behind a large trunk, discarding his clothes before allowing Hyde to take over. As expected, Hyde immediately made his way over to Wednesday who had just opened her backpack, offering her an unwavering inspection before taking off with a predatory growl echoing through the trees.
It was almost an hour later when Hyde returned to Wednesday. He licked his lips of the excess blood still dripping down his jaw as he again inspected her, unusually he also leered forward at her before stalking back behind the tree. The distinct sound of joints popping and skin rubbing could be heard before Tyler re-emerged, pulling his flannel shirt back on top of his under shirt and raising a foot to tie each boot against a fallen tree trunk.
“Satisfied?” Wednesday questioned.
“Not sure.” Tyler thought allowed.
“What did he catch? Dissatisfied with the hunt?”
“No, the chase was good, it was a mountain lion. It’s like he isn’t sure what he wants.”
Wednesday raised herself, packing away her latest manuscript before again entwining their fingers as they started the journey back.
Once they had reached the front porch of Tyler’s home, noting his dad’s cruiser was now missing, he led her inside.
“I don’t work for a few more hours, want to watch a movie?”
Wednesday silently nodded, making her way to his room as he left for his usual post-hunt shower.
She was waiting patiently at the head of the bed, the latest horror movie they had been discussing was loaded on his laptop. Tyler sat down next to her; again intertwined their hands as the movie began. It had only just started when she noticed Tyler was continuously leaning over her and inhaling.
Wednesday lent forward pausing the movie to silently enquire about his behaviour. She had only started to stare at him in question when he realised his error.
“Sorry, I am not sure if it’s me or Hyde but you smell different again.”
“As I did on Thursday?” She questioned.
“No, different from then, but also familiar, kind of like a hunt.”
Wednesday couldn’t help smiling. “That does sound delicious.”
Tyler rolled his eyes in exasperation. He gently brought his free hand out to her jaw, allowing his thumb to run over cheekbone before leaning forward to press his lips to hers. Wednesday did not hesitate to reciprocate, allowing their lips to move against one another. It was not long before he pulled away and restarted the movie.
It was almost a month later when Tyler again felt compelled to inhale Wednesday scent. They had been at the Weathervane and he had offered to drive her back to Nevermore once he closed up for the night. He had dutifully mopped the floors and returned from the back with his jacket on. Waiting at the end of her booth, his senses were flooded as she moved to stand before him.
Without warning Tyler’s usual tentative soft kiss was nowhere to be found as he devoured her plump lips. His right hand held the base of her skull firmly in place as his left grasped her waist, while feverishly brushing his lips over hers.
Wednesday was shocked, he had never kissed her like this before, it was wild, full of passion and unrelenting. She felt herself changing in his arms, her skeletal system vanishing within her. Her hands found themselves clutching either side of his open jacket, holding him to her as she tried to keep up with his bruising attack against her.
She was not aware kissing could be so violent. As Wednesday felt herself pushing up on her toes, Tyler pulled away.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t intend for that to happen.” He looked confused at his own actions. “Come on, I’ll drop you back before it gets too late.”
He led her out of the Weathervane, locking the doors behind them. The journey up to Nevermore was admittedly in uncomfortable silence. Wednesday usually enjoyed others discomfort, but Tyler was clearly tense. She could feel him constantly checking on her from the corner of his eye. Trying and then stopping himself from talking to her. As he pulled up to the gates of Nevermore Wednesday was almost appreciative to leave his car, something she typically didn’t experience in Tyler’s company. Just as she went to close the door, she thought it would be best to voice her opinion.
“I know it was not your intention, but I did not despise the violent embrace.” Wednesdays gaze never left his, in the hopes he would offer up his own thoughts on the matter.
“We haven’t really discussed, I mean I didn’t mean to, not that I haven’t thought.” Tyler fumbled over his words. “It just came out of nowhere and, I…” He sighed as he closed his eyes in frustration.
Wednesday waited patiently for him to gather his thoughts.
“I think you just caught me off guard and somehow I couldn’t help it.” He winced as he came to his conclusion.
“You have control over your Hyde but not your own teenage hormones, how disappointing.” Wednesday teased before turning and walking back to the castle. Not sparing him a second look.
Tyler had written off the slip on his self-control with Wednesday. As she had said, he is still a teenage guy and his spooky girlfriend was definitely attractive, no matter how scary she often seemed. He laughed when he thought back to Lucas hitting on her, even though he knew she was a dark outcast.
He couldn’t forget however the moment Stacey from econ walked in to the Weathervane to order. She smelt strangely similar to Wednesday from the last time they went out hunting together. It puzzled him to think how the two of them could possibly smell vaguely similar, surely they didn’t share the same perfume. It was deep heady smell, not usually what Wednesday typically smelt like and he doubted Stacey usually did either. He was reminded of it when he next saw Wednesday. This time it reminded him of decay, of death, but not in the same way he smelt during a hunt. Fresh blood was rich in taste, texture and smell, this was different. Hyde’s senses were definitely overlapping with his. He couldn’t help asking Wednesday when he couldn’t stand not figuring it out himself.
“Did you change your perfume?” He asked as the two of them were reading under on old oak tree in the cemetery.
“I don’t wear perfume.”
“Did you change your shampoo or something?” He tried as he leant closer to sniff her.
“Stop that, you look like a golden retriever.” She said with dissatisfaction.
“Sorry” He laughed. “You just smell like Stacey.”
“What?” Wednesday sounded disgusted.
“The other day when Stacey came to the Weathervane she smelt kind of like you do now, I really couldn’t see you two sharing perfume, but there is definitely something about you that smells the same.”
“Enid has been trying out new candles in our dorm to help her relax.” Wednesday offered.
“Oh, what are they meant to smell like?”
“One is a rainbow, the other liver.”
“Is she aware that a rainbow does not smell?” He chuckled.
“I did inform her of this, but she was adamant it would smell like the candle if I ever got close to one.” Wednesday said as she rolled her eyes.
“I don’t think its that, did you cut yourself?”
“No, I have not been injured recently.”
Tyler pondered it for a moment before giving up, the possibilities could almost be endless.
“I guess it’s not important.”
It had been over two weeks since Tyler had kissed Wednesday so devouring that it had plagued her thoughts almost daily. In those two weeks he had barely let their kisses last more than ten seconds, and Wednesday had counted each one. They were limited and they were most definitely for lack of a better word, normie. She had started to crave the passion, the intensity and the brutality of their last kiss at the Weathervane. She curiously wondered if this is what her parents felt like without their frequent touches, she shivered and removed that thought from her brain immediately. She had made it clear she appreciated the kiss, and yet Tyler had disregarded it ever happening. She had also found if she was the one to initiate, something she had rarely done before that night, it still resulted in a brief reprieve before he pulled them apart. Wednesday had thought about how to stop his reaction, but short of once again chaining him to a chair, she found herself landing on a surprise attack. Something to catch him off guard and unrestrained. She had not necessarily planned it, but she had bided her time until they were alone in his bedroom watching a movie. The perfect situation, allowing them to be undisturbed for such an experience to happen again. Wednesday waited until they had both comfortably set in for the movie, he had already absentmindedly kissed the crown of her head. His arm was behind her, resting along the bedhead as they both sat with their backs against the pillows. Wednesday waited before turning to him and waiting for his attention, it was not long before he noticed her staring. He paused the movie before turning to her in question. She didn’t let him get a word out before her hand raised to pull his head down to hers. Their kiss started the way they usually did, a small spark as their lips moulded to one another. As Wednesday moved her lips to grasp his lower lip Tyler attempted to pull back, only she had already anticipated his move. With agility she would be mortified to acknowledge was due to Uncle Fester she raised herself to straddle Tyler’s lap. Her actions had the desired affect as his shock allowed for Wednesday to take advantage of the situation. Her hands firmly gripped the ends of his hair as she sucked mercilessly on his lower lip, only pulling away to offer it a sharp bite.
Wednesday was not sure what her intension was but the groan Tyler responded with was more than she could have planned. It only spurred her on to gentle lick his upper lip, the action awoken him as his hand came to her waist crushing her to him as he kissed her back.
They had never been like this with one another, Wednesday had never been like this with anyone. Almost an insatiable hunger fuelled her, an animalistic urge filled her, prompting her to naturally progress them. Her hands had left the back of his neck, defining the layout of his chest over his grey undershirt. His warm body beneath her cold hands left a satisfying burn. As her hands trekked the plains of his chest, she felt his hands raise squeezing his ribcage beneath his. Subconsciously she felt herself move closer to him, the apex between her thighs moved against his belt buckle. The feeling sent goosebumps rippling over her body, an electrifying thirst awakened. Her hands immediately went under his shirt, to the skin on his chest as she again brushed her core against his solid buckle, the obscene moan unavoidable. As Wednesday went to move again, Tyler pulled them apart, his hand on her waist holding her back from his belt buckle as he gasped for air.
Tyler tipped his head back against the headboard, calming himself unaware of Wednesdays seething anger still within his hands. He raised his head and caught sight of his irate girlfriend.
“What? What’s wrong?” He concerningly asked.
“I should be asking you?” She shot back.
“Why do you look so angry, I mean angrier than usual?”
“I was not the one who stopped. Do you wish to explain your actions?” She raised one thin eyebrow in question.
“My actions? You most definitely started that.”
“Yes, and you stopped it.”
“Wednesday, you can’t seriously be angry at me for stopping?” He asked
“I am.” Wednesday raised her hands back to his neck, attempting to bring his lips back to hers. Tyler didn’t move, deliberately holding firm against her actions.
“You accused me of having no control over my teenage hormones last time things got heated.”
“I want you to lose control of them, not stop them.”
“One of us has to have control over them, this is your first relationship.” He sighed.
“I have control over mine.” She began to seethe.
“No, you don’t.” He chuckled.
“I do. How egotistical of you to assume you know my internal body functions better than myself.” She raised herself off his lap, standing beside the bed preparing herself to leave. She’d walk back to Nevermore rather than engage with this demoralising behaviour any further.
“It’s not about ego.” He explained as he raised himself off the bed. “I don’t want you to be disappointed about it later.”
When Wednesday offered nothing more than a furious look in return her continued to explain.
“I can smell you, it’s what is making you want to do this.”
“You can smell it?” She said intrigued.
“Yes, and it smells so good.” Tyler said his eyes closed as he took a deep breath.
“Then you know how much I want this. So, why did I have to catch you off guard for any opportunity for a kiss that lasts longer than ten seconds?”
“You deliberately planned this.”
“Yes.”
Tyler smiled down at her before stepping closer and kissing her again. Wednesday pulled back to offer him a look of dissatisfaction, only making Tyler laugh in defeat. He didn’t hesitate to kiss her with renewed passion, letting his tongue run along her bottom lip in promise. Wednesday could not help but smile as she again pulled away, only to place both hands against his chest to give a rough shove, Tyler catching himself on the edge of the bed. As he sat looking up at her, he was speechless as she walked forward to straddle his lap, her hands entwining in his hair to continue the kiss. As Tyler again ran his tongue over her lip Wednesday allowed hers to meet his. They didn’t hesitate to pull one another closer, feverish to each other’s touch.
Tyler’s hands mapped her back and her thin waist between his hands, his hands passed her hips to fiercely grip her thighs. Wednesday had already catalogued his chest and stomach instead focusing on pushing his flannelette shirt off, before pushing her hands under his shirt to feel his bare skin again. She enjoyed the way he would hiss in approval at the gentle scratch of her nails, it wasn’t long before his shirt became an obstacle Wednesday no longer wanted to deal with, pulling his shirt over his head. Tyler was quick to bring his hands back to her thighs, as Wednesday leant forward to kiss him again he dodged her, instead sinking his teeth in just under her ear. The moan she responded with was loud and delicious to hear. Tyler raised his hands from her thighs to grasp one cheek in each hand and press her heated core on to his hard erection. This time her moan was met with his groan at the mutual pressure.
He didn’t hesitate to roll them over, with his hands still firmly on her, letting him grind against her as he continued to kiss down her neck.
“You smell so good when you are in heat.” He groaned in to her neck, unrelentless as he manipulated her hips to angle them closer to one another.
“Are you calling me a bitch?” Wednesday wickedly teased.
“How about a kitten?” He smirked back.
“You would not dare.” The threat more than clear when he pulled back to look down at her.
“What am I meant to call it?” He laughed, which only caused the vibration to be felt from his body against her already sensitive clitoris.
“I’m ovulating, did your public school fail to teach you the basics of female reproduction?” She chastised.
“They focused on abstinence above all else.”
“Pity, you might have clued yourself in to what Stacey and I had in common.” A dark smile in place.
“You knew? It took me weeks to realise I could smell your period, that’s when I knew what was driving me crazy on the days leading up to it. Hyde’s sense of smell makes it intoxicating, not to mention when I get you aroused it intensifies.”
“You can’t prove a thing.”
“I could smell you in the car the entire drive back to Nevermore. You must have been dripping after our kiss at work.” He growled.
“I was, shame you didn’t come up with me, it was an eventful evening. Enid and Thing slept over in Yoko’s room.”
Tyler groaned in response. “Wednesday.”
“Your fingers are so much bigger than mine, not to mention…” Instead of finishing the sentence, her hand slid between them to hold him through his jeans.
“I always knew I’d die at the hands of you.” He mumbled in to her neck as he pulled her hand up and pinned them both on either side of her head.
He focused on grinding himself down on to her, obviously hitting the right spot when Wednesday raised her legs to lock behind his back. Tyler continued to rock his hard erection against her heated core. Almost sad to be cutting of her moans and whimpers with each kiss they shared. He had never heard her make a sound so desperate and breathy, but the feeling of her sucking on his tongue was too good to pass up. They way he nipped at her bottom lip in return, only made Wednesday buck and rut harder against him.
They were in sync with one another, knowing they both were unable to stop as they neared their climax. They could faintly hear the springs in Tylers mattress groan in protest as they grinded in to one another at a ferocious pace. Neither giving up and only breaking their kiss as Wednesday moaned and Tyler shook as they came hard together.
Wednesdays small smile returned as she lowered her legs and offered a short and simple kiss. Tyler slowly released her hands before pulling her in for another longer slower kiss.
Tyler pulled back only to groan again. “Now you smell even better than before, you are definitely going to kill me.”