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Enid cheerily entered her and Wednesday’s apartment, practically skipping with joy as she was able to leave work early for a three day weekend with her girlfriend! She and Wednesday had been living together since meeting at Nevermore as roommates, partly because Enid was one of the few people Wednesday could tolerate for any amount of time longer than it took to say ‘go away’, but mostly because they had both been mutually pining for one another for most of the seven years they had known each other. Finally, just over a year ago, they had started dating and were becoming somehow even more inseparable by the day.
The colorful werewolf brightened even more upon seeing her girlfriend enter the living room as she removed her shoes by the door. The goth was outwardly neutral, but Enid could see the affection and joy behind her eyes. Their years together made Enid an expert in all things Wednesday Addams. Finally free of her decidedly too-lacy shoes, she trotted over to the shorter girl. The goth gave an instinctive step back, but Enid only smiled. Wednesday was still largely touch averse and Enid had learned how to accommodate her girlfriend’s needs.
“Can I have a hug and a kiss?” The blonde asked with a smirk, though her eyes were genuine. Wednesday paused in thought, her gaze momentarily distant before giving a small yet firm nod. Enid’s smile cracked wider as she wrapped her arms around her waist, Wednesday’s soon encircling her neck. Eventually she pulled away and gave the shorter girl a chaste kiss. While Enid initiated and led, she let Wednesday set the pace with their intimacy, always making sure to check in and ensure she was comfortable. Wednesday kept the kiss short and innocent, eventually pulling away. She remained in the wolf’s long, strong arms though, and made no indication of wanting to be anywhere else, her arms firmly anchored around the taller girl’s neck. Their eyes met, brilliant blue locked in on deep brown. They didn’t say anything, they didn’t need to.
Enid finally broke the trance, letting out a deep sigh as she gave Wednesday a peck on the cheek and released her. The ever energetic lycan was restless to get as many chores done before the weekend so she could fully focus on relaxing with her favorite person in the world. Plus, she knew Wednesday liked her space so had built a habit of not overindulging her own love of physical affection.
Wednesday, however, was disappointed to no longer be in the arms of her girlfriend in this instance. Every so often she found herself in opposition with her touch aversion, though exclusively with Enid Sinclair. It had initially frustrated and puzzled her, but now it was an accepted annoyance. She decided to savor these moods instead of questioning them these days. She had yet to tell Enid any of this though, and merely kept her chagrin to herself.
“You look cozy!” The remark from the chipper blonde disrupted her train of thought. She glanced down at her oversized black hoodie and a stolen pair of Enid’s old lounge shorts, the gray pant legs just poking out from the hem of the hoodie. It was one of the only pieces of clothing Enid owned that wasn’t at least one color of the rainbow, hence why she had rarely worn it. Hence why Wednesday stole it.
“I hope you don’t mind but I borrowed a pair of your shorts, I will return them promptly, I merely thought they looked comfortable.” Wednesday had every intention of “returning them”, and every intention of stealing them again.
“Nah, keep them, they look cute on you!” She gave a wink as she headed to the bedroom to change. Wednesday grumbled at being called cute, but her blush dusted cheeks betrayed her. She found herself constantly caught off guard by her girlfriend’s bold flirting despite the years she had had to adjust. She barely registered some snide comment about her “very business-like nod”. The comment annoyed her, not because she found Enid annoying but because she should find her annoying. And yet the rainbow-hued furball had weaseled her way into her heart, sunk her claws in, and tricked her into finding all her chatter endearing. Very endearing. Endearing to the extent she might be in lov-
No. The seer abruptly derailed that train of thought. You would never hear Wednesday Addams admit this aloud - she didn’t even admit it to herself - but she feared one thing: The Addams Family Curse. In her eyes love was an incredibly dangerous word, more fatal than any blade, bullet, or brew she had encountered.
After schooling her emotions back to darkly neutral, Enid reappeared from the bedroom wearing a sports bra and sweats, her hair up in a messy bun, a determined look on her face as she started doing dishes. Wednesday’s face became very warm very suddenly, her eyes raking over the exposed skin. Skin that she wanted to touch.
Enid was entirely unaware of her girlfriend’s plight, intently focused on the task at hand. She made casual conversation about her day, how her boss was an asshole and her coworker Erica was having a baby soon and how she was anxious about the upcoming performance reviews. Wednesday gave hums of acknowledgement every few sentences, Enid knew she had little interest in her office politics. But she told her anyway simply because she liked to talk (and because once when Wednesday was drunk she said she liked listening to her voice, though she was never able to get the shorter girl to repeat the sentiment). And Wednesday always remembered what she told her, regardless of how mundane it all seemed to her. Enid found it very endearing. So much so she’d say she loved Wednesday for-
Woah, slow down. Enid tried to deny it, but she’d probably been in love with Wednesday before they even started dating. She couldn’t help but push it aside though, she knew her girlfriend wasn’t huge on affection and deep emotions, she didn’t want to say it too soon and ruin everything. Plus she’d never had luck with relationships in the past, always a little too enthusiastic with previous partners…love was something to consider further down the road, no need to rush things and ruin it again and end up hurt. Again.
“Soooo, how was your day girlfriend ? Do anything interesting?” Enid realized she’d probably been quiet too long, best to keep talking and distract herself before Wednesday noticed something was wrong. She had also been scrubbing the dishes like she was trying to erase them, her back, shoulder, and arms fully flexing her werewolf-enhanced muscles about as tense as they could go without shattering the plates.
Wait, Wednesday hadn’t made any noise for some minutes now. Which wasn’t that unusual, admittedly, but ignoring a direct question? From her girlfriend? Wednesday could be dismissive with others, but she was always attentive with Enid.
“Wednesday?” She turned, worry creasing her brow. Upon seeing the ravenette she immediately rushed over. “Oh my god Wends are you ok? You’re bright red? Jesus, you’re hot, do you have a fever?”
Wednesday had an entirely different affliction, one that became much worse with her wolf in such close proximity, her abdomen exposed, a misting of sweat on her forehead, her strong arms flexing as she continued to touch her.
“Sinclair, remove your hands from me before I-”
Enid immediately backed up, eyes wide. Wednesday only threatened her like that when she really fucked up… or when she was horny.
Oh. Enid stepped back into the incredibly flustered girl’s space, a knowing smirk plastered on her face. Wednesday took a nervous step back, avoiding eye contact. Yeah, she’s horny. The wolf continued forward, a step at a time with every step back from the seer. Soon she had her against a wall, her head dipped down to her neck, lips hovering just above the skin below her ear.
“Do you want me to touch you?” The husky whisper sent a shudder through Wednesday's body, more powerful than any electricity she had been subject to. She felt a twitch between the shorter girl's legs, almost in time with her racing heart.
“I…I need to take a shower.” Enid chuckled and leaned back, her pupils blown and piercing right through her. They both knew what that meant.
“Mmm. I’ll be in the bedroom, don’t take too long.” Enid said this with Wednesday still caged between her arms and didn’t let her go until she found her opening, dipping forward to lick up her girlfriend’s neck, kiss the back of her jaw, and nibble the lobe of her ear. Wednesday had few weaknesses, Enid was pleased to have discovered this one, especially when it never failed to draw out a shuddering exhale dangerously close to a moan. Enid’s arms dropped, but it took Wednesday a moment to realize she was no longer barred. The color in her cheeks rose even more when she finally tore her eyes away from Enid’s lips and very briskly marched to the bathroom.
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Wednesday exited the bathroom in record time and flung the door to their shared bedroom open, disappointment very closely followed by rage to find it empty. She whipped around to find Enid back in the kitchen doing dishes and was about to rip the stupid mutt's liver out when she noticed that her sweat pants had been replaced with a pair of quite flattering boxers…and their strap-on. The wolf turned to find her with her finger raised and mouth hanging open, eyes glued below Enid’s waste. She left Wednesday to it until the goth finally snapped her jaw shut and (with some difficulty) turned her gaze upward, staring daggers at her girlfriend.
“Last I checked this is not the bedroom, Sinclair.”
“Sorry Wends, I wanted to get more chores done so we can spend the whole weekend together uninterrupted.” She noticed a glint in Wednesday’s eyes at the word ‘uninterrupted’ before she gave a huff and reached out to grasp the hair of Enid’s nape as she pulled her down for a kiss. This one was far less chaste and involved significantly more tongue.
Their hands roamed each other, Wednesday’s clutching neck and shoulders, Enid’s steadily moving lower until she hoisted her girlfriend up by her thighs. Wednesday groaned as she locked her ankles around Enid’s waste and ground down into the strap-on dildo pressed between them. In the back of her mind she noted that it was her favorite one, matte black of moderate length and girth with a very slight knot at the base.
The wet sound of their heated kiss was interrupted by moans and stuttered breaths, an occasional muttered expletives or the name of the other said like a prayerful plea. Abruptly Wednesday found herself on her back, gulping in hot air that instantly left her in a bitten-back-but-none-the-less-sinful moan as Enid’s lips traveled lower, once again latching on under her ear. Hands that had been on her ass supporting her weight were now free to grope in earnest, finding the hem of the stolen pair of thin gray shorts that did little to hide the soft bulge beneath. Wednesday couldn’t remember the last time she was capable of becoming fully erect, a point of nervousness when she and Enid had been intimate together for the first time about three months ago. Enid had had sex before with past partners, but Wednesday certainly had not. The closest she ever got was an unfortunate first kiss with someone she didn't care to think about at the moment. The ever kind and caring werewolf wasn't at all dissuaded by Wednesday’s frankly useless penis, if anything she seemed to like it even more. She had called it cute once; Wednesday had threatened to cut out her tongue. It was a very fond memory of theirs.
The seer’s thoughts returned to the present when luminous blue eyes asked a silent question, fingers teasing just under the shorts at her waist.
“Off. Now.”
“I love it when you talk like that.” The wolf half chuckled, half growled as shorts and panties were hastily removed. Wednesday tried very hard to ignore the flutter of bat wings in her stomach at her girlfriend’s mere mention of the L word.
“Talk like - mmm - like what?” Enid paused in thought. Or at least her face paused, her hands continued teasing Wednesday, ghosting up her thighs and grazing her hips, pointedly avoiding her center.
“When you’re…blunt? I don’t know, you’re kinda shy when I fuck you but you still don’t dance around your words. It’s one of the reasons I…one of my favorite things about you.” Enid covered her near slip by finally palming her girlfriend’s cock, hips instantly grinding up to meet her touch. Wednesday had a hand over her mouth as she arched her back, neck exposed as she pressed her head into the mattress. Enid weighed her options and decided she could face Wednesday’s wrath later as she sucked hickeys into the column of her throat. She has plenty of turtlenecks, she works from home anyway. The thought was interrupted by a muttered ‘please’ and the realization that her hand was very wet. Wednesday had never been this dishevelled and needy before. Enid considered teasing her more but decided not to push her luck in this uncharted territory.
Little did Enid know that Wednesday had easily seen through her attempted cover up. Affected as she may be, that was no excuse for neglecting her observational and deduction skills in any scenario, it was something she did automatically at this point. Wednesday’s day job may be as an author, but she could never pass up an investigation. She would have preferred being a detective as her main career path, but doing so in an official matter meant having to play by the book, something that her suspects and nemeses never did, and she wasn't going to let pesky laws and red tape interfere with her murder investigations. That is to say that it was immediately clear to her that there were very few logical conclusions to the sentence Enid had abruptly left incomplete, and the one that made the most sense to keep secret was that Enid had almost said she loved her. Internally, Wednesday was a mess, torn between anger and joy and confusion and apprehension and fear, but she didn't expect the primary emotion to be reciprocation. And she especially didn’t expect that to manifest physically in the manner it currently was. Perhaps most shocking is that she felt almost at peace with that. Even if they weren’t ready to tell each other, it was undeniable that they likely felt the same way, and that left Wednesday in a very out of character state, one which Enid was very appreciative of at the moment.
“Fuck Wends, look at you,” Enid lapped up the mess of precum on her hand and scooted down the bed to get another taste from the source, “mmm…you taste so good.”
“ Joder, no pare mi amor. ” Wednesday really hoped Enid didn’t know enough Spanish to understand that. Instead of dwelling on the possibility, she buried her fingers in her lover’s hair and guided her to where she needed her. Enid moaned into her and Wednesday bit her lip to prevent any further lovesick babbling. She barely registered the clicking of a bottle cap, but definitely picked up on the sensation of Enid’s fingers spreading cold lube over her asshole. She whimpered and looked down, shocked to see two lycan eyes piercing into her straight to the core. Not a word was said but the ravenette found herself nodding emphatically. Enid’s eyes burned with a possessiveness that was immensely attractive to Wednesday, her tongue and lips briefly remaining connected to her member by a silvery strand of saliva that snapped as she prowled further up her body. Every kiss, lick, and nip along the way jolted the goth as though struck by lightning.
Gentle hands slid under Wednesday’s hoodie, pushing it higher and higher, making way for greedy lips searching for more skin to taste. Enid left the garment bunched above her girlfriend’s breasts, partly because she didn’t want to deal with getting it off, but also because she knows Wednesday runs cold and probably stills wants at least one layer. Well, more like half. Her teeth grazed just shy of a firm nipple, the skin pebbling under her breath as she spoke.
“Would you like to tell me what you said just now?” Enid had an idea of what it might have been but didn’t want to get her hopes up. She had taken a couple years of Spanish when she was still in school and had been secretly refreshing her memory on Duolingo for some time, but even her acute wolf hearing didn’t quite catch the muttered words. It can be difficult to pick out noises when your ears are clamped between plush thighs. An expression Enid didn’t recognize on her girlfriend's face flashed by before being replaced with a very familiar expression of effortless superiority.
“ ¿No te gustaría saberlo, perrito tonto? ” The confident retort was slightly undermined as Enid finally lined up the dildo and prodded against the girl beneath her.
“ Debe estar callado. ” Enid was pretty sure she pronounced it wrong and probably sounded way too formal or something, but she got the result she had hoped for as Wednesday’s mouth hung open slightly. She decided now was a good time to stop teasing and pushed her hips forward.
Wednesday’s mouth opened further as she squeezed her eyes shut and released a shaky breath. Enid was muttering soothing words in her ear, pressing soft kisses into her cheek as she let her adjust.
“Sorry, I should have checked first,” Enid said sheepishly, “You ok? Want me to pull out?”
“Don’t you dare.” Wednesday’s hands wrapped around Enid’s hips and guided her further in, relishing the slight sting of the stretch. Enid groaned before dipping her head back down to where she had left off earlier and mouthed around the seer’s tits before wrapping her lips around a nipple. She was careful of her sharp canine teeth, but not too careful because of course the Addams is a masochist. One of the hands at her waist disappeared and she soon heard muffled groans above her. She briefly considered pinning Wednesday’s wrist above her as she would love to hear all the pretty noises the typically quiet and reserved girl made, but decided against it. Enid didn’t want to overstep, this was all still so new to Wednesday and she didn’t want to overwhelm her. Wednesday was always so confident and in charge, she would hate to make her feel vulnerable or not in control like this.
Wednesday was having a similar internal conflict, though she was working up the nerve to tell Enid to go harder, to not treat her like some delicate thing, to push her to her limits and overwhelm her senses. But maybe that was too much to ask for, maybe that was too intense. She didn’t want to scare her sweet wolf off. Sure Enid had been by her side for so many of her misadventures and had grown accustomed to so many of her macabre interests, but surely this was different. This was intimate, and pushing Enid outside her comfort zone now would be far too much to ask. So Wednesday just clutched at her girlfriends hip, hoping her silent plea for more would be heard.
Enid understood the request and started rocking her hips, gradually pushing deeper, each thrust slightly faster than the last. Eventually she planted her hands on the mattress just above Wednesday’s shoulder’s and put all her effort into her movement. More and more of those sultry moans escaped the goth’s lips, her body jerking up with every press of the wolf’s hips.
“Wednesday.” The name escaped Enid’s lips unprompted, and she was rewarded as Wednesday’s eyes fluttered open, the brown of her irises barely visible with how dilated her pupils were. A soft gasp passed between them, neither sure if they had made the noise or the other. Slowly, the smaller girl moved the shaky hand from her mouth, fingers wrapping around and clutching the forearm of the powerful woman atop her, the other hand sliding from hips up to firm abdomen, brushing the sports bra that Wednesday wished she had thought to remove earlier. A million words passed between their locked gaze, the only audible noise heavy breathing, gasps and groans, and the filthy noise of the silicone cock being buried in Wednesday’s ass. Suddenly all their insecurities faded to the back of their minds as Enid brought her partner rapidly closer to the edge. As quiet groans gave way to strained whimpers, Wednesday couldn’t keep quiet any longer. She was so certain Enid was in love with her, and if that’s true then reservations be damned.
“Fuck, E-ah-Enid, don’t stop. Don’t stop don’t stop dontstopdontstopdontstopd- ” Wednesday screamed, fighting to keep her eyes on Enid’s as she climaxed, mostly clear cum coating her exposed stomach, pooling in her belly button. Her legs convulsed on either side of Enid’s hips, hips that were still rutting into her, the rhythm growing shaky.
“Ah-oh my god, Wednesday…you’re so fucking hot.” Enid’s orgasm followed soon after, her groans muffled as she buried her face into Wednesday’s neck, inhaling deeply. She collapsed onto the girl beneath her, each fighting for air as they came back down to earth.
Enid pressed soft lips everywhere she could, half lidded eyes searching for any discomfort. Her hips had finally settled but she made no movement to remove the length from Wednesday's ass.
“You think you can give me another, baby?” Wednesday took in a shaky breath at the question, knowing her answer immediately. Her cock twitched as she nodded, the hunger in her own eyes putting any werewolf to shame. Her girlfriend’s breath hitched, a look of something similar to awe on her face, followed by a hint of nervousness. Wednesday leaned upward to give her a kiss and a reassuring smile.
“Is something wrong?”
“No, no, just…ha, I’m scared to ask.” Wednesday only gave a slight questioning tilt of her head, her hand stroking her girlfriend’s cheek, keeping her eyes on hers. Enid took a deep breath before putting on a cocky grin.
“How about this time you let me hear you, can you do that for me?” Enid’s voice was still rough with lust, but her eyes conveyed more intimate emotions. Ever since their first time, Wednesday had put a lot of work into being comfortable taking this step with Enid. It was still hard sometimes, not just the physical touch, but the vulnerability in general. It was foreign to her, but she knew Enid was the safest person to share that side of herself with, and she wanted this. Wednesday wanted this.
Regardless, years of guarded emotions, shutting out others, and trying to be as unreadable as possible can’t be undone overnight. While Wednesday was now at a place where sex with Enid wasn’t as daunting and she was mostly open to and comfortable with the idea, she still…restrained herself. She had trained herself for most of her life to be an unbreachable vault, could she really just open that door? To let loose like that, to not consciously decide exactly what noise came out of her, to just let it happen without any thought, that was a level of vulnerability Wednesday didn’t think was possible.
For Enid she would do the impossible. How could she not for the love of her life.
“It’s ok Wends, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
“No! I would like to continue. And I want to do… that for you.”
Enid’s face lit up, almost blinding. She shifted forward to give Wednesday a kiss, but the movement also buried her hips ever so slightly further into the goth. A slight gasp escaped her lips, quickly swallowed by the werewolf. Enid reluctantly pulled back, needing to check in one last time before truly continuing.
“Are you sure? It’s really ok if you say no, or if you ever need to stop just let me know and I’ll stop so fast cuz-”
“Enid. Cease your ramblings. I want you to fuck me,” Enid bit her lip at Wednesday’s words, flames in her eyes, “I just…am not quite sure how. To stop myself from being quiet, that is.”
“Just don’t think about it, it’ll probably just kinda slip out.”
“...Don’t think? How do I not think Enid, if I were to stop the functions of my brain I would die within the minute. Last I checked you’re not into necrophilia.” Enid chuckled, Wednesday blinking in confusion.
“No I mean…ok, what were you thinking about when you came, cuz that was pretty loud and really fucking hot btw.”
“So you said,” Wednesday's faux-unimpressed glower was met with a flowery giggle, “To answer your question, I was thinking about…you.” Though Enid gave her brightest smile yet, Wednesday internally scolded herself. I was thinking about how much I love you, how much I completely adore you, why couldn’t I just say that?
“Just keep thinking about me, think about how you feel, about how much I want to make you feel good. Sound good?”
Wednesday gave a nod which Enid hummed at, pressing her smirking lips into the ravenette’s neck. Her hand fumbled blindly for the bottle of lube before applying a generous dollop to the base of the dildo, her fingers spreading it higher and rubbing it onto the ring of Wednesday’s hole stretched around the toy. Her hand slid higher still, grazing over her soft dick, pre already stringing between her fingers. Enid idly dragged her fingers through the mess pooling on her abdomen before she brought them to Wednesday’s lips, dark eyes asking silent permission.
In form of response Wednesday opened her mouth, her tongue slipping out to meet the covered fingers before sucking them in. Enid lightly rocked her hips forward in time with her fingers, the faintest hint of a whimper pinched off from Wednesday’s throat.
“It’s ok baby, focus on me, let go.”
A much firmer thrust made Wednesday release a shaky breath she didn’t realize she was holding, locking her eyes with Enid as she lightly bit down on her fingers. She quickly slid her hands into Enid’s bra, not wanting to forget it again. The wolf’s fingers left her lips as her top was dragged over her head and arms. Since they were already separate, Enid took the opportunity to readjust her position for a better angle while Wednesday shamelessly drank in the sight of her lover’s boobs. They were very lovely, her fingers grazing the soft curves. Her focus was broken when she was yanked closer to her wolf by the hips, a devilish smirk painting her face from the noise the seer made from the sudden motion. In this position Wednesday’s legs were nearly draped over Enid’s shoulders.
“You ready? Or would you prefer to ogle a little more?” The goth merely raised an eyebrow at this, which drew a snort from the other. Finally, Enid began thrusting. Once again slow and steady, but deeper than before, the flared base providing a tantalizing bit of extra stretch. Wednesday let the feeling wash over her, the physical sensation as well as how much she loved her partner.
As more noises came from Wednesday, each less and less restrained, Enid couldn’t resist letting herself indulge her own feelings. Seeing her girl like this, opening up and falling apart already, She couldn’t stop the whisper in her mind from shouting how much she loved her. All her talk to Wednesday about letting herself feel, how could she not take her own advice. So what her previous relationships hadn’t worked out, frankly she’d had pretty bad taste before. What mommy issues and comphet does to a girl. She was so scared of being "too much", as if her girlfriend wasn’t capable of facing literally everything. How had she convinced herself that she could ever be more overwhelming than fighting the undead, solving murders and conspiracies, being a trans woman in America??? Wednesday Addams was the strongest girl she knew, and she always stood up for herself and spoke her mind. If Enid was ever too much, she would let her know. That’s one of the things that made her fall in love with the seer in the first place.
“Ahh-Enid, darling, c-come here!” Lost in thought, Enid was suddenly aware of just how absolutely ruined Wednesday looked beneath her. She was damp with sweat, squirming and chest heaving, heavy lidded eyes fluttering with her eyebrows scrunched together, and she was moaning profusely. Her arms were raised weekly, making grabby hands. Cute, I’m teasing her about that later.
Enid was lowering her lover’s legs from her shoulders but was met with a groan, her legs fighting to stay in place. After a moment of confusion, the werewolf realized what the dishevelled girl beneath her was asking. She gave her a look as if to ask are you sure? Wednesday let out a pathetic whine, her hands becoming grabbier by the second. Enid carefully and slowly leaned down, the breathy moans becoming higher and higher pitched at the new angle. Finally her entire weight was pressed down on Wednesday, her thighs sandwiched between them. Desperate hands grasped at Enid’s face and neck, finally pulling her in for a frenzied and messy kiss. Eventually Enid was confident that she wasn’t hurting Wednesday and really started to take advantage of the position. Their kiss broke, Wednesday unable to focus on anything other than making the most obscene noises Enid had ever heard in her life. Foreheads pressed together, the taller girl was all too happy to swallow every sound the ravenette made, giving her everything she had now.
Wednesday’s eyes shot open as she practically screamed, locking eyes with Enid as she began babbling in what the wolf could only assume was a blend of at least three languages. It would’ve been hard to decipher even if she devoted her full attention to it, let alone in the middle of what was likely the best sex of her life. She picked out the important bits though, lots of swearing, saying how good it felt, how beautiful Enid is, but mostly a constant plea to go harder, deeper, to give her more.
Who was she to deny the love of her life.
Wednesday took the knot of the dildo to the base about four times before an orgasm hit her like a truck. She’d have to ask Enid later if she passed out or not, she couldn’t be sure. After Wednesday had finished spasming for an embarrassing amount of time and got her breathing mostly back under control, Enid moved to pull out but Wednesday pulled her back with more strength than she thought possible at the moment given how she felt like jell-o. Very sexually satisfied jell-o.
“I’m here baby, let me adjust your legs though, ok?” Enid pressed a gentle kiss to her leg, drawing a hum from the barely conscious seer. After some careful leaning, she was able to move Wednesday’s legs to a more ergonomic position without pulling out. Her attention back on her girlfriend’s face, she was surprised to find her fully awake and attentive. The wolf saw wetness in her eyes and was about to ask if she was ok when she was cut off.
“I love you.”
“Are you- wait what?!” Had she misheard that?
“Enid Sinclair, I love you.”
“...Huh?” Enid probably looked like a fish more than a wolf at the moment, her mind had short circuited. Wednesday waited patiently, and finally a smile tugged at Enid’s lips before she leaned in for a long kiss.
“I love you too! God I’ve loved you for so long, Wednesday.” This was rushed out between frantic kisses, tears brimming at her eyes as well.
“How long, love?” Wednesday’s hands tried to hold Enid everywhere at once, their kisses still competing with their words.
“The last winter break before we graduated. I realized that once we got back from break that might’ve been the last time we lived together. I cried so much thinking about not having you around me all the time, of growing distant the longer we were apart. And then you suggested we get an apartment together and I just knew that what I was feeling in that moment was more than I’ve felt for anyone before.”
“Mi amor, I wasn’t ready to let you go either. I didn’t know it at the time, but I had developed romantic feelings for you. When you proposed we go on a date together, those feelings have grown ever since. I don’t know when it became love, but I’ve felt this way for some time.” Their kiss swollen lips had only received a short break for each to say their piece before going back to making out like their lives depended on it. Over the next several minutes their passionate kissing was only interrupted by the occasionally muttered ‘I love you’, eventually slowing to a halt. Enid peeled herself off of Wednesday (literally, it was only now that they realized just how intense her last orgasm had been) and finally pulled out. Wednesday groaned at the emptiness, her gaze following her girlfriend around the room as she removed the strap and soaked boxers, quickly reaching into the connected bathroom for a rag that she wetted to clean them off with.
“Did you get to finish?” Wednesday inquired as the soothing coolness of the rag wiped away the tacky feeling on her stomach.
“Hmm? Oh, uh, no not the second time but like that’s fine, I had a really good time and it’s not like we’re keeping score, you don’t have to do that if you don’t want.”
“Would you like me to?”
“No Wednesday it’s fine, I’m sure you’re probably exhausted and-”
“Enid,” Wednesday interjected firmly, “Yes or no, do you want me to make you cum. I will not ask again.” Enid’s eyes widened slightly, her girlfriend's bluntness still managing to catch her off guard.
“I- ,” Wednesday raised her brow, “-Yes, I’d like that.” Enid relented, smiling sheepishly, and despite it all feeling a little embarrassed.
“Now was that so hard? How would you like it?”
“How would I- ha, Wednesday, you’re too much of a pillow princess to ask tha-” Enid wasn’t sure how it happened, but she found herself pinned on her back, unable to overcome the petit goth holding her down despite her werewolf strength, and a knife to her neck.
“Do not ever call me that again, Sinclair, or I swear by the Addams name that I will carve out your spine and use it as a pike for your head, do I make myself clear.”
Three thoughts entered Enid’s mind after this. In order, they were as follows: I am so turned on right now, I am so in love with this girl, and where the fuck did she get that knife?