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The negotiations surrounding the exchange of phone numbers with Enid was a short yet tedious affair. Highly aware of Enid’s 24/7 texting addiction, Wednesday was reluctant to share the phone number that came with the device she had received from Xavier. They had previously agreed that Wednesday would spend two weeks of their enforced vacation at home, catering to her hobbies before visiting Enid. In addition to the temping weather she had promised, her subtle hints of ‘other fun things to do’ were also appealing. As much as she enjoyed torturing her brother, the joys to be gleaned from it paled in comparison with the prospect of tormenting Enid. Of which the first instalment would have been their fortnight of separation. Enid, however, was most insistent, showering Wednesday with promises of behaving until Wednesday had finally relented. After she had threatened to cancel her travel plans if Enid didn’t cooperate.
Wednesday graciously offered two hours of her evening time to Enid, during which she would respond to the inevitable avalanche of messages she foresaw receiving on a daily basis. Outside of that, she told Enid, her device would be stored in its box, leaving her to go about her day without interruption. The flash of a happy grin, accompanied by a suspiciously mischievous glint in Enid’s eyes, served as Enid’s acceptance of their bargain.
Wednesday was mildly distrustful of Enid’s abilities to control her addiction, but she would give her paramour the opportunity to prove her wrong. ‘She does, after all, have an excellent record of obedience when we are intimate.’ Wednesday reasoned with herself as she climbed into the passenger seat of her family’s luxury hearse.
As the car rolled past the gates of Nevermore, the device made a chiming noise. ‘That didn’t take long.’ Wednesday thought, expecting to have received her first message from Enid. She kept the device in her lap for the sole reason of measuring how much time passed between their temporary au revoir and Enid’s first attempt to reach out. Glancing at the clock as the screen changed, Wednesday glumly calculated that it had been approximately five minutes.
Another beeping noise served to remind Wednesday that she had to figure out how to silence the phone. She made a quick estimation of the number of messages she would have to contend with at this rate. Giving the screen another passing glance, the words ‘unknown contact’ caught her attention. The development mildly surprised her, she was certain that it would read Enid Sinclair. Fumbling a moment with the lock screen, Wednesday opened the messages, wondering who else might have access to her number, other than the two contacts she had.
‘My very first stalker.’ Wednesday surmised. ‘Maybe this forced vacation will be more interesting than I imagined.’ Wednesday set the phone aside, savouring the prospect of obtaining a potentially worthy adversary.
Enid sat in the backseat of her parents’ truck, stealing glances at her phone, typing out quick responses to her friends’ messages whenever her mother’s constant chattering allowed. She had been torn about when to tell her parents that she had finally wolfed out, knowing that her mother would howl in annoying victory. Alas, the choice was taken from her. The moment her parents saw the healed scars on her forehead, she was busted. No wound would heal at that rate without wolfing out. To Enid’s amazement, her mother engulfed her in a crushing hug, right in the middle of the airport lobby, telling her for the first time in her life how incredibly proud she was.
It was such an alien experience, Enid didn’t know how to cope with it. As much as she craved her mother’s appreciation, she knew it would be bittersweet when she did finally get it. She looked forward to not having to endure her endless stream of condescending remarks but she also feared what else she might find to concentrate on instead. She gave a seventy percent chance that she would start hounding her about finding a mate. ‘So far so good…’ Enid thought as all her mother did throughout the car ride was alternate between asking questions about her experience and gloating that she had told Enid how amazing it would feel to be finally normal. ‘I’ve BEEN normal my entire life, mom!’ She wisely kept the thought to herself.
Her fingers itched to write to Wednesday, to tell her all about her mother’s reaction but she didn’t want to risk being distracted, at the off chance that Wednesday might reply earlier than between six and eight in the evening. It was a ridiculously Wednesday move, putting a timer on their interactions. But Enid accepted the rules, happy that Wednesday even had a phone, hopeful that the devious plan she had quickly formed might cajole Wednesday into more frequent sexting. ‘I mean texting…’
“Oh the young wolves will be so happy when you finally wolf out with them! I know quite a few that had their eyes on your for a while…” Her mother said, jarring Enid out of her thoughts. ‘Dammit, I knew this was coming…’ Enid thought glumly, wondering how her mother would take the news that she wasn’t going to date anyone from their pack. She was sure her dad wouldn’t mind too much. He had been Enid’s lifeline to sanity the majority of her life, always supporting her in his quiet way.
Enid smiled wryly at her predicament. She wasn’t worried about Wednesday’s gender being a problem. The amount of same sex mating celebrations she had attended were reassuring. But Wednesday’s lack of furry beast was bound to be her mother's next bone of contention. Her visit was an established fact. Her mother was so overjoyed with the news that she had wolfed out that she happily agreed to meeting Enid’s new friend over the break. Enid didn’t have the guts to tell her that she would be meeting so much more than a friend. Deciding that the timing would be wildly unfortunate, Enid kept silent still, listening to her mother prattle on about eligible young werewolves with an uncomfortable smile plastered on her face.
Her dad, on the other hand, was not so easily fooled. A shared glance in the rear view mirror told her that her dad picked up on the signs her mother so easily glossed over in her zealous enthusiasm. Enid was dead sure that her dad would make up an excuse to get Enid alone and ask her the obvious question. The prospect left her mildly nervous but hopeful that he would remain supportive.
No new messages. Saying that Wednesday was mildly surprised would have been an understatement of gross proportions. Wednesday wasn’t often given to the folly of understatement. Unless it served an ulterior motive. She preferred being objectively accurate. It was more in line with her analytical thought process. No, she surmised. She was, in fact… impressed. For the most part. But Wednesday couldn’t ignore the barely perceptible tint of impatience discolouring the feeling of pride. Several hours had passed since their departure yet there was not a single message from Enid by the time the car stopped on the gravel before their front door. Wednesday silently enumerated several logical reasons for Enid’s mysterious silence as she followed Lurch into the living room. ‘She could be otherwise engaged. She’s more than likely bonding with her parents over gaining her wolf form. She could have met with an accident. She could be fighting off kidnapping attempts by my stalker.’ The idea of Enid being targeted in an attempt to force her to make hasty and potentially erroneous decisions left Wednesday with an uncomfortable tingle in her stomach that she did not appreciate in the least. She briefly wondered if exposing how exploitable their attachment was by visiting was wise.
“Oh there’s our little rain cloud!” Her father exclaimed in his customarily overenthusiastic way. Temporarily putting the mystery of Enid’s silence on the back burner, Wednesday rolled her eyes at her parents.
“Hello mother, father.” She greeted them dourly.
“We heard all about your deadly encounter with Joseph Crackstone! You must tell us all about your exciting adventure!” His father gushed, gesturing for her to take a seat opposite them. He and her mother were sat in the love seat positioned to face the grand fireplace that took up the majority of one wall in their living room. She didn’t need psychic visions to accurately guess what they had been up to before her arrival.
She walked to one of the unoccupied armchairs and sat, her back straight, legs set close together. She habitually put her hands on her knees, only then realizing that she still clutched her phone in one hand.
“Um, darling…” Her mother’s voice broke the silence. “What is that?” She asked, pointing at the phone in her hand.
“It’s a telephone, mother.” Wednesday answered dryly, silently berating herself for her negligence. Deciding that putting off the conversation her mistake prompted would only serve to waste her time she could spend more efficiently engaged, she took a deep breath, readying herself for the distastefully overt expression of enthusiasm her revelation was likely to garner. “It was a gift of gratitude from a friend for clearing his name. After I had falsely accused him of being a homicidal serial-killer monster.”
“You made a friend!” His father exclaimed, clapping his hands together in enthusiasm.
‘Here we go…’ Wednesday thought, stabbing him with a glare in response. Turing her eyes on her mother, she saw the dampened version of her father’s enthusiasm gleaming in her eyes, a condescendingly knowing smile gracing her lips.
“I’ve actually made three.” She corrected him. “Two of them remaining.” She added, thinking of her evolving relationship with Enid.
“How sociable of you…” Her mother said in a suggestive tone. “And what happened with the third? Did they turn out to be the homicidal monster?”
Wednesday stayed silent for several moments, not only calculating the best course of action but also wondering if she was truly ready for what was coming. “The third person foolish enough to have engaged with me is a werewolf. So your guess is partially accurate, mother.” She revealed begrudgingly, extending the pleasant absence of gushing emotions for a moment more. “Our relationship has, however, evolved in an unanticipated direction. Thus, she is not eligible to be called a friend any more.”
“You don’t mean…?” Her father asked in a tone of wonderment so characteristic of him. Her mother’s only reaction was silently rounding her eyes as she leaned forward.
Wednesday swallowed what she resolutely denied was a lump in her throat, savouring the last moments of her peace of mind. “She was foolish enough to accept my offer of courtship.”
“A paramour! When can we meet her?” Her father exclaimed as he jumped from his seat, immediately assaulting her with a torrent of uncalled for enthusiasm. Wednesday expected such a reaction from her father and recoiled accordingly, leaning further back in her seat. She eyed her parents silently as they stared at each other, their eyes brimming with a disgusting display of awe and joy. When her mother tore her gaze from her father, she was positively glowing, her annoyingly knowing look returning tenfold. Wednesday wasn’t sure whether she detested her father’s over enthusiasm or her mother’s smug expression more.
“Tell us all about her.” She finally said. “How did she manage to coerce you into courting her?”
“Our cohabitation proved to be acceptably tolerable after a difficult transition period.” Wednesday replied, resolving to endure the onslaught of questions for a while more, hopeful that if she satisfied their curiosity immediately they would refrain from tormenting her throughout the duration of her vacation. “She showed evidence of loyalty. She fought a Hyde to protect me. And we found that we have…certain mutual interests.”
“That is wonderful, darling.” Her mother said, beaming at her before a more agreeable look of suspicion banished some of the glow from her cheek. “But…you said cohabitation… you don’t mean your roommate? The blond little thing with the distasteful penchant for colours?”
Wednesday nearly smiled at her mother’s accurate description. She had to admit that Enid’s colour palette was mildly nauseating but she would sooner dress in pink herself than either admit agreement aloud or allow her parents to abuse what was hers.
“Yes, Enid. I’m afraid, mother, that your daughter is a rebel.” She revelled at the prospect of stuffing her partner choice down her parents’ throats. If the abject horror in her father’s eyes or the weary apprehension turning her mother’s face more agreeable was any indication, she was going to have fun.
Enid flopped down on her bed, exhausted but more hopeful than she had been some hours ago. Her dad didn’t disappoint her. The moment she could catch her alone he point blank asked her if she was already seeing someone. When she told him about Wednesday, including her lack of inner wolf, he listened patiently. The only other questions he asked were if she loved her and if she was treating her right.
He was a man of few words but the gently reassuring look in his eyes made up for it tenfold. When she told him that she thought Wednesday was wonderful in her bizarre way and she thought she was falling in love with her deeply, his only response was to squeeze her shoulder affectionately, promising to help her make her mother accept her.
Enid retrieved her phone from her pocket, running through the missed texts from her friends without answering them. The car ride home was painfully long. It was almost six in the evening. She wasn’t surprised that there were no messages from Wednesday. It wouldn’t have been very on-brand for her to reach out first.
As she tapped on her name in the contact list, a rush of euphoria and longing bloomed in her chest. They’d been separated for less than a day but she already missed her. She imagined Wednesday’s penetrating gaze locking on her, void of any emotion most of the time, waiting, calculating. Imagined her cool touch on her body, the way her eyes would darken with intention. The rewarding feeling of earning appreciating looks, compliments.
Slipping into a daydream, she revisited the rare memory of Wednesday’s eyes showing vulnerability. The first time it happened took her breath away. The image of Wednesday on top of her, the one time her hand wrapped around Wednesday’s throat, watching her with eyes brimming with a mixture of trust and lust as she finally started moving above her, into her… Enid allowed fingers to crawl under her shirt, squeezing her breast while her other hand, still holding the phone, fell limply by her side.
The memory of the first time their sexcapades resembled lovemaking quickly worked her up and groping herself wasn’t enough. Her hand moved from her chest, fingers disappearing beneath the waistline of her pants and she found a pool of wetness between her legs. Wednesday had that effect on her, even when she was nowhere in sight. She hissed in pleasure as she slipped her fingers over herself, imagining Wednesday’s perpetually cold touch replacing hers. Just as her body began to hum in excitement, a buzz and a ping from her phone jarred her attention out of her fantasy.
17:58 [ENID]: jgfxcgfg
17:58 [ENID]: esrtz
18.01 [WEDNESDAY]:???
18.02 [WEDNESDAY]: Is this code?
18.02 [WEDNESDAY]: Have you been kidnapped?
Enid guffawed at the ridiculous question. ‘Very bloody likely. Who would be insane enough to ambush a car full of werewolves? And how did Wednesday even come up with that scenario?'
18.03 [ENID]: Um, no…
18.03 [ENID]: Y would u even think dat? Weirdo.
18.03 [ENID]: That was my finger slipping…
18.04 [ENID]: I was about to text u when I got
18.04 [ENID]: distracted…
18.05 [WEDNESDAY]: Distracted?
18.05 [ENID]: Yeah. :blushing emoji:
18.05 [ENID]: I…may have been thinking about u 2 hard…
18.06 [ENID]: and both of my hands may have slipped…
18.07 [WEDNESDAY]: I’m rolling my eyes at my phone right now.
18.07 [WEDNESDAY]: Your texts are not making any sense.
18.07 [WEDNESDAY]: And your grammar is monstrous.
18.08 [WEDNESDAY]: Can you please type properly so I can actually understand what you’re saying?
Enid huffed in frustration. Leave it to Wednesday to ruin a good sexting opportunity. She pulled herself up on her bed, back resting against the headboard as she thought about how to salvage the situation. Wednesday was very perceptive most of the time, and she could be incredibly subtle when she put in the effort, making Enid forget that she did need pointers from time to time.
18.09 [ENID]: I was thinking about you
18.09 [ENID]: and I started touching myself
When in doubt, blunt honesty was always the best policy with Wednesday. She tended to appreciate it. The three dots danced under Wednesday’s name for a few seconds before the next message popped up.
18.10 [WEDNESDAY]: I see. I shall leave you to pleasure yourself then.
18.10 [ENID]: WHAT? No wait dont!
Enid typed in a frenzy, hoping that Wednesday hadn’t thrown her phone into the far corner of whatever room she was in. ‘Dammit, this is so not what I wanted…’ She waited anxiously as the dots danced for an ungodly amount of time. She made a mental note to teach Wednesday how to text properly. The suspension was killing her.
18.11 [WEDNESDAY]: Don’t you wish to pursue your pleasure instead of talking? You appeared to be having fun with the mere memory of me.
Enid groaned. She couldn’t see Wednesday’s face and couldn’t tell if she was pulling her leg or not. 'Wednesday couldn't be jealous of her own memory, right?'
18.11 [ENID]: You don’t know what sexting is, do you?
18.12 [WEDNESDAY]: Enlighten me.
18.12 [ENID]: Sex texting?
18.12 [ENID]: Since you caught me red handed
18.13 [ENID]: I thought you might want to join in.
18.14 [WEDNESDAY]: Is that an actual thing or are you just making that up?
Enid giggled in response. As perceptive as her girlfriend was, she was adorably clueless about twenty first century stuff.
18.14 [ENID]: trust me, it’s a thing.
18.15 [WEDNESDAY]: How does it work? I can’t see how this might be any source of pleasure. We’re several thousand miles away from each other.
18.15[ENID]: Some imagination is required…
18.15[ENID]: unless… you wanna do this over video chat?
18.16[WEDNESDAY]: That suggestion makes more sense.
Grabbing a bluetooth headset, Enid hit the call button immediately. As frustrated as she was, she couldn’t help but feel the buzz of excitement in her stomach at the prospect of actually seeing Wednesday’s face. But when Wednesday answered the call, her own face was the only one she saw on the screen. ‘Of course her camera wasn’t automatically enabled…’
“Hello, Enid.” The way her voice rang directly in her ear was comforting. It was the closest she could get to her for the next two weeks.
“Hey, Wednesday. Hit the little camera icon on your screen so I can see your face too.” Enid said as she got up from her bed and walked to the door to make sure that it had been locked. If she had any luck and managed to get Wednesday to finally cooperate, she didn’t want to be interrupted.
“There you are. Hey, gorgeous. I missed you.” She smiled into the camera as Wednesday’s face finally appeared on the screen.
“I WAS expecting to have received dozens of messages by now. You surprised me when you didn’t write.” Wednesday said dryly, disregarding Enid’s affectionate words.
But Enid grinned happily, interpreting Wednesday’s words for the backhanded admission that it was. “Awh, you missed me too! You could have written too silly.”
“Your pushing your luck, Enid. Distance doesn’t suit you.” Wednesday said, glaring at her through the camera. If Enid was being honest, she did feel rather bratty.
“I knooow, I hate it too. That’s why I was thinking about you…and then I sort of got carried away.” Enid tried to steer the conversation in the direction she most wanted. She climbed back into bed, settling on her stomach as she propped her phone against a stuffed animal in the hopes that her hands might be otherwise engaged soon.
“What’s the point of this…sexting? Or phone sex for that matter, since that’s clearly what you’re trying to persuade me to engage in.” Wednesday asked sceptically. “I’m not there, you can’t feel my touches.”
“No, unfortunately you’re not. But I can hear you. And we can see each other. You can tell me things to do… or not do.” Enid said suggestively.
“I shall think about it. On a more productive note, I wanted to inform you that I have discussed my travel plans with my parents. Travelling will be more comfortable now that subterfuge is not required.” Wednesday changed the subject.
“YASS!” Enid yelped, pumping her fist victoriously. “What did they say? I bet they teased you about having a friend, huh?” The shadow of surprise that passed over Wednesday’s eyes told Enid that she’d been correct. Wednesday didn’t talk much about her parents, but their reaction wasn’t exactly brain surgery to figure out either.
“Accurate guess. But their response to my announcement that I was courting you was infinitely more disgusting.” Wednesday said with a slight sneer.
Enid’s stomach lurched in excitement upon hearing the unexpected words from Wednesday. Her jaw dropped in amazement. Not only was it a bold move, it also told volumes about how seriously Wednesday was taking their relationship. “You told them? What did they say? Tell me everything!”
“Those were their exact words as well. I had to endure a hug from both of them.” Wednesday briefly summarized what Enid imagined was a much longer conversation. “At. The. Same. Time. I thought I would spontaneously combust. Alas, I was not so fortunate.”
Enid giggled at Wednesday’s dramatic words. She rarely ever exaggerated, the single exception being when she wanted to express her discomfort. She did that with incredibly creative morbidity. It took Enid a while to figure it out, but she realized that Wednesday’s gruesome expressions were probably the comfort blanket she reached for when she needed to cope with something.
“Awh, poor you! I can imagine how painful that was for you. I’d offer a consolation hug but that sounds like trying to extinguish a fire with oil.” Enid said sweetly, trying to sell her teasing with an image that might appeal to Wednesday.
“Pouring oil over open fires is entertaining. We can do that when I visit.” Wednesday said. “And a hug from you sounds acceptable. I would certainly endure your hugs over anyone else’s.” She continued, shocking Enid for the second time in a very short time. “I never thought I would utter those words to anyone. You have a bad influence on me.” She said in an accusatory tone.
Enid grinned happily at Wednesday’s words, overcome with excitement and joy. It was probably the closest Wednesday ever got to verbalizing that she enjoyed her closeness. She briefly thought about teasing Wednesday with mellowing out but she didn’t want to discourage her.
“Quid pro quo, girlfriend. Your influence on me is just as bad.” She settled on making light of Wednesday’s admission without teasing her.
“I disagree. The changes in your personality are becoming.” Wednesday contradicted her.
Enid beamed at Wednesday and couldn’t help the sly smile forming on her lips. It was monstrously difficult, but she gloried in her ability to make Wednesday compliment her.
“Enid.”
“Mmhm, yes?” She asked.
“Touch yourself for me.”
‘Well that was unexpected.’ Enid thought as she stared at Wednesday, flabbergasted at the way Wednesday u-turned their conversation out of the blue. “Okay.” She squeaked in surprise.
“What was that?” Wednesday asked sharply, glaring at Enid.
“Um, y-yes, Wednesday.” Enid stuttered as she corrected herself. The command was given so unexpectedly, Enid’s mind scrambled to catch up with the situation.
“You spend less than a day away from me and you’re already misbehaving.” Wednesday chided her. “It makes me wonder if I haven’t been too soft in your training. Perhaps a lesson is in order.”
“I’m sorry, Wednesday.” Enid said, shivering in anticipation at the mere suggestion. The sticky wetness not quite dried from her interrupted masturbation helped her fingers glide through her folds.
“Noted. The quality of your obedience shall determine if I accept your apology.” Wednesday said in an ominous tone. “Tell me what you’re doing.”
“Yes, Wednesday. I’m slipping my fingers through my folds, spreading the wetness that was already there from when I was masturbating.” Enid replied dutifully. For a moment she was tempted to experiment with a bratty tone, but not only did her praise kink howl in protest, she also wasn’t sure if Wednesday would appreciate it. It was something they would have to discuss.
“Good. Keep going. But strip your shirt. I want to see skin.” Wednesday said, her tone strict.
“Yes, Wednesday.” Enid struggled to remove her shirt in this position, her dominant hand indisposed as it was. A solution suddenly presented itself and she unsheathed her claws, hopeful that Wednesday would appreciate the violence. She tore into the cloth, yanking at the holes she punctured, her eyes maintained on the screen to gauge Wednesday’s reaction as she shredded her shirt, not bothering to tear the one intact sleeve hanging around her forearm by the time she finished. She raised herself on her elbow, giving Wednesday a view of her uncovered chest.
“Creative. The violence was appealing.” Wednesday commented. “Keep the claws out.”
“Yes, Wednesday.” Enid breathed, soaking up the compliment.
Fresh wetness pooled between her legs, more from the sense of control Wednesday established over her than from the manual stimulation. Wednesday remained silent, apparently enjoying the view she was presented with. Enid had no way of knowing if Wednesday was also touching herself, she could only see her head. With no permission to speak, Enid refrained from asking, concentrating instead on the feeling of her fingers rubbing her clit into alertness.
“Grab a nipple. Pinch it.”
“Yes, Wednesday.” Enid said, moving to comply. She pinched her nipple between her finger pads, careful not to puncture herself with a claw. She fondled the sensitive skin, willing it to pucker and stand alert under Wednesday’s watchful gaze. Her hips started moving against fingers as her body slowly warmed to the sudden onslaught of sensation, the first trickles of pleasure making her skin tingle, a slow, simmering heat beginning to swirl between her legs. She drew in a sharp breath when her clit started to respond to the stimulation.
“How wet are you?”
“Very wet, Wednesday.”
“Do you enjoy touching yourself, mon loup?”
“The to-touching is nice but I’m wet for you, Wednesday.” Enid breathed through the spikes of pleasure, enjoying the subtly malicious tone of Wednesday’s last question. It was a telltale sign, readying her for whatever cruel game Wednesday was about to start. “Your voice is what makes me wet. And knowing that you’re watching me.” She watched as Wednesday raised an eyebrow but refrained from commenting.
“Slip a finger in.”
“Yes, Wednesday.” Enid shuffled to adjust her position, reaching lower. Her middle finger slipped in, but it was an awkward angle, she could barely pull out. She pushed in further, flexing her finger against her walls. Her breath laboured under the new sensation, her hips moving in sync with her hand.
“Add another. And keep your eyes on me.”
“Yes, Wednesday.” Enid breathed, focusing her eyes on the screen, watching Wednesday’s unblinking eyes for any sign of what she might be up to but her face remained completely passive. Wednesday’s impassive features made the experience more vulnerable, strangely intimate. she kept fondling herself, enjoying the gently building pleasure.
“Rub your clit. Drive yourself to the edge.” Wednesday commanded with a cool edge in her tone.
“Yes, Wednesday.” Enid moaned, realizing Wednesday’s intentions. She wasn’t going to let her come. She withdrew her fingers, rubbing fast circles around her clit. She licked her lips, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable dryness as she stifled a moan, not wanting her family to hear. Trying to be subtle in a house full of werewolves was a difficult business. The secrecy of their affair only added to her pleasure. She tried keeping her eyes on the screen but they kept rolling beneath her lids, the pressure between her legs building perilously close to exploding within minutes.
“Are you close?”
“Yes…yes, so close.” Enid breathed, grateful for the question. She wasn’t given permission to signal on her own, she had to hold on to the edge, until Wednesday decided to ask. She bit her lower lip savagely, the pain helping her control the spiking pleasure.
“Stop.”
“Yes, Wednesday.” Enid huffed in tortured relief. She shivered as she lie still in bed, hand stuck between her legs. She wasn’t instructed to remove it. Her body yearned for release but she was dead sure she wasn’t going to get it.
“You can remove your hand. And you are not to touch yourself further without my permission.”
“Yes, Wednesday.” Enid replied as she sat up in bed, beyond frustrated, her body aching for any source of stimulation.
“Are you frustrated, ma cherie?” Wednesday asked, her tone losing its cool edge in favour of its usual neutrality.
“A world of yes.” Enid said with a wry chuckle, turning to sit, her back leaning comfortably against the headboard as she picked up her phone.
“Good.” Wednesday said with a measure of satisfaction. “You were right, Enid, phone sex does seem to boast some merits.”
“Full disclosure, it wasn’t what I expected, but this was fun.” She said, smiling at Wednesday.
“I’m glad you enjoyed our interaction because I intend to frustrate and deny you every day of our separation.” Wednesday said ominously. “I want you to be devastatingly desperate by the time I arrive.”
Enid swallowed heavily at the implication, feeling a mixture of apprehension and excitement. “God, you're creative in your cruelty.”
“Flattery will not get you closer to an orgasm.” Wednesday warned her.
“Wasn’t my intention. It was just a compliment.” Enid sassed, smiling kindly at Wednesday.
“In that case, thank you.” Wednesday responded courteously.
“So… you never answered. What on Earth made you think that I had been kidnapped?” Enid changed the subject. “That was next level weird, even from you.”
“Apparently I have a stalker.” Wednesday said, her tone not betraying any emotion as she described the mysterious messages. Unlike Enid, who’s heart rate picked up, worry gnawing at her heart.
“Oh my god! What are you going to do?”
“I haven’t determined a course of action yet.”
“But…but what if they attack you while you're at home?”
“I would greatly appreciate their foolishness to try. Our mansion is a deadly fortress. They probably wouldn’t make it halfway through the estate alive.” Wednesday said flatly.
Enid was somewhat reassured by Wednesday’s confidence, although she couldn’t deny the uncomfortable tingle of nerves in her stomach. “And when you're travelling? Is it safe to fly alone?”
“Lurch will be driving me to the airport.” Her tone suggested that that was an explanation in and of itself.
“And that’s supposed to be reassuring how?” Enid asked.
“Pugsley and I have made several accidental and premeditated attempts on Lurch’s life since we could walk. Dropping an anvil on his head from the staircase railing caused him to have a scalp itch for three days. To date, that is the extent of damage we had been able to cause.” Wednesday responded, disappointment colouring her voice. “A successful abduction is more likely after my arrival in San Francisco.”
“As if!” Enid scoffed in indignation. “They would be insane to come near you while you are surrounded by close to a hundred fully matured werewolves.”
“Close to a hundred?” Wednesday asked, her eyes rounding surprise.
“I live in a pack, remember?”
“I am not certain if I should be excited by the prospect of so many dangerous beasts or revolted by the amount of socializing that implies.”
Enid laughed out loud at Wednesday’s abject socio-phobia, happy to be reminded that even Wednesday’s nerves could be ruffled.
“I’m sure we can work something out.” She finally said.
“I shall keep you to your promise. Now I must depart. I wish you pleasant nightmares.” Wednesday said her goodbyes abruptly.
“Good night.” Enid said, unfazed by Wednesday’s choice of words, dropping her phone on the mattress, a goofy grin plastered on her face as she shuffled out of bed in search of an intact shirt.