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Enid planted open mouth kisses along Wednesday's neck, moving lower with each kiss. Just as Enid's hands trailed under Wednesday's shirt, she was interrupted by an unusually shaky voice.
"Stop."
"You okay?"
"Yes. I am fine," Wednesday, said, regaining her composure.
"Are you sure? You do this every time-" She cuts herself off when she sees the look in Wednesday's eyes. "I mean- like-"
"It's fine, Enid. I'm fine," Wednesday said, turning and rushing out of the room.
Enid later found Wednesday sitting at the dining table.
She sits down and places her hand on Wednesday's knee. Not demanding, or angry, but grounding.
"Are you actually ready when you say you are, or are you rushing yourself to please me?"
Wednesday looks up coldly. "That doesn't matter."
"But it does! I can live without sex, y'know. you don't have to keep pushing yourself to do something that you're not comfortable with."
Wednesday's eyes drop back down to her lap as they start to water.
Her voice shook. "I don't understand why i can't just open my legs and let you do what you need to do."
"Because it doesn't work like that, Wednes. Sex is mutual; it's not about me doing whatever I want while you just... lay there. That's... not sex," Enid said, cupping her girlfriend's face.
Wednesday pushes Enid's hands away and stands up. Enid quickly grabs her by the wrist and stands up, too, looking her deeply in the eyes.
"I love you, Wednesday."
Wednesday stared. "...Yes."
Enid sighed. "And I wish you would talk to me."