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Enid woke up in the dark. She could tell it was daytime; her werewolf senses meant she was acutely aware of the moon at all times, and its power on her was tenuous at the moment. She took a moment to listen to the birds chirping outside. It was definitely daytime, so why was it pitch black?
Wednesday, she suspected. When something weird happened, it was usually Wednesday.
“Wednesday?” Enid mumbled. She yawned. She’d been up late last night, doing something…her brain hadn’t kicked in yet and she couldn’t remember what.
“Hello, Enid,” said Wednesday’s voice.
“Wednesday, why is it dark?” Enid tried to sit up, but as the last of the sleepiness left her, she realized something was holding her down. Was she—what the fuck? Was she tied to the bed by her wrists?
“I covered the window,” Wednesday said. “And blindfolded you, just in case.”
“What—just in case of what? What are you doing?” Enid started struggling against her binds. She tried to use her claws to cut through the material, but it was some kind of reinforced leather that had no give. Damn Wednesday. She was so thorough. But why?
“Perhaps you’ve forgotten what today is.”
“Well yeah, when I wake up tied up and blindfolded sometimes I get a little confused! What the hell’s going on?!” Enid continued tossing and turning, trying to wriggle her way out.
“Today is your birthday.”
Enid went still. Of course, it was her birthday—that’s why she had been up so late. She had been meticulously going over every detail of her party. The food was in the refrigerator, ready to be set out just before guests arrived. The decor was mostly set up, with just a few final touches to be done the morning of. The guest list had been finalized for weeks, of course, with one notable exception…
“I thought you didn’t do birthdays,” Enid snapped.
“Birthdays are a nonsensical tradition. People are completely passive in their own conception and delivery. To act like they did something worth celebrating is self-aggrandizing bullshit. Besides, who wants to celebrate life? The only parties I endorse are funerals.”
“So, what’s with the….whatever it is you’re doing? Are you trying to prevent me from celebrating? I have to say, that’s a new low for you, Wednesday! You didn’t RSVP to my invitation—fine. You don’t have to show up, but ruining it for me is just—”
“I’m not ruining it,” Wednesday interrupted. “I’m giving you your birthday present.”
“Oh, God. It’s not another serial killer doll, is it?”
“If that were the case, you wouldn’t need to be tied up.”
“You still haven’t explained why—” Enid could feel her voice getting shrill, but she couldn’t help it.
“Because.” Wednesday’s voice had taken on a new edge. Despite her predicament, Enid felt a shiver run down her spine. “I don’t want you interrupting.”
“Interrupting what, exactly?”
“You ask too many questions. Next time I’ll gag you in addition to the other restraints.”
“GAG me? Wednesday—” Enid stopped when she felt something brush against her hip. “What is going on?”
Something brushed against her stomach, making her jump. Second later, cold fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her shorts.
“Perhaps you’ve forgotten the conversation we had several months ago?” Wednesday said. Her voice was soft in Enid’s ear, her breath warm against Enid’s neck.
“Well, we…” Enid trailed off as Wednesday pressed a kiss against her collarbone. “We do talk a lot.”
“You mentioned an interest in sexual experimentation.” Wednesday’s voice was lower down, and her lips brushed Enid’s navel.
“I thought… you didn’t seem interested,” Enid gasped out. “You said you didn’t have time for…”
Truthfully, Enid had given up hope on a renewal of their sexual relationship. They’d had a few encounters toward the end of senior year at Nevermore, but Wednesday had been withdrawn and stoic for ages now. Enid supposed she was busy with her college courses, and had tried to be happy with their friendship while mourning the part where they gave each other orgasms. She had been less successful than she’d hoped.
One night, at the beginning of the semester, she and Wednesday had gone to their first college party. A couple drinks later, Enid had started tossing hints around about bringing back the physical element of their friendship. In truth, she’d forgotten about what she’d said that night, but evidently Wednesday had catalogued it in that mysterious brain of hers.
“At the time I was busy solving a case.” Enid felt Wednesday slide her shorts down over her hips. “I have an increased capacity for experimentation now.”
“I thought… I thought you didn’t want me anymore,” Enid said. She tried to cover up her hurt, but she was never good at hiding her emotions.
Wednesday paused in her movements. A moment later, she lifted the blindfold from Enid’s eyes. Her serious face came into focus in the dimly lit room, inches from Enid’s.
“I always want you,” she said. “I am easily fixated on other events in life. I didn’t mean to make you feel unwanted. Let me make it up to you?”
Enid met her dark gaze and felt her insides turn to warm liquid. She nodded briefly and Wednesday pressed a kiss to her lips before replacing the blindfold.
Wednesday returned to where she was pulling Enid’s shorts off. Enid heard them hit the floor and tensed up as she waited for what was about to come. The weight on the bed shifted and she felt Wednesday withdraw, heard her footsteps crossing over to the other side of the room. There was a creak—a desk drawer? Then Wednesday walked back to the bed and straddled Enid’s legs.
“This is the perfect scenario,” Wednesday said. “You can’t interrupt me or break my concentration by touching me. I’ll have unfettered focus. Just the way I like it.”
She traced circles over Enid’s hips and down the insides of her thighs. Enid felt herself getting wet and started squirming.
“Stay still,” Wednesday admonished. Enid froze and was rewarded with a kiss on her clit through her lace briefs. “Good girl.”
Oh. Enid moaned before she could stop herself. Wednesday’s breath ghosted over her center as she chuckled.
“You liked that? Good to know. Now tell me…what is it you want?”
Enid was about to answer when something cold brushed her nipple. She gasped and arched her back. The same cold thing came down to the inside of her thigh, and she twitched.
“Focus, Enid. Use your words.”
“Um… I want… oh. ” The cold thing—an ice cube, maybe? Wednesdays’ fingers?—circled her clit through her underwear. “Just… make me…”
“I see. I should just take charge, then?”
“Yes,” Enid gasped. “Please.”
“Good manners, Enid.” Wednesday pulled Enid’s briefs down and discarded them. “Your werewolf hearing is excellent…tell me, what is it you hear?” As she spoke, a buzzing noise filled the room.
Like a Pavlovian reaction, Enid immediately started dripping. She tried to spread her legs, but Wednesday was still sitting on her and pinning her down.
“Is that my dildo?” Enid choked out.
“I borrowed it. Thought you wouldn’t mind.” Enid was about to express that she didn’t mind at all when she felt it graze against her entrance. Words abandoned her and she let out a groan. She was desperate to spread her legs and let Wednesday fuck her with the toy.
“Please…”
“Well. Since it’s your birthday.” Wednesday moved, allowing Enid to spread her legs wide. Enid felt the vibrating dildo brush her clit and she gasped. It circled gently, making her legs twitch. She was just about to beg again when it stopped touching her.
“Wednesday, what—”
Wednesday thrust the dildo inside her, filling her up with its slick, vibrating shaft. Enid cried out as it penetrated her, slowly but firmly pistoning in and out of her cunt. She was already shaking, already close. She wished she could reach out and touch Wednesday, stroke her face, tug on her braids, but her hands were bound above her head. She was powerless to do anything but take what she was given.
A tongue licked her clit firmly above the dildo and Enid let out a shocked moan. “Wednesday,” she panted. “God, I’m already…” The pressure was building rapidly.
“I know,” Wednesday said around her clit. “It doesn’t take much, does it?
Enid wanted to be offended by this, but Wednesday didn’t sound disdainful for once. In fact, she sounded out of breath, like she was on the edge of her own orgasm.
“I want to see you,” Enid begged. “Please.”
The blindfold disappeared, revealing Wednesday’s face between Enid’s legs. Sure enough, one of her hands was controlling the dildo that fucked Enid and the other was between Wednesday’s legs.
The combination of it all—the pressure of Wednesday's tongue, the dildo vibrating against Enid’s g-spot, and above all, the sight of Wednesday fucking herself on her own fingers—it sent Enid over the edge immediately. She came explosively, clenching around the dildo, crying out Wednesday’s name. Wednesday followed her over the edge, eyes rolling back as she bit down into Enid’s thigh to muffle her own moans.
Wednesday gently pulled the dildo out as Enid twitched through the aftershocks. She pulled herself up to undo the tied on Enid’s wrists. When Enid was free, she stroked a hand down Wednesday’s face and pulled her in for a kiss.
“Happy birthday,” said Wednesday, with an approximation of a smile on her lips.
“You’re a decent gift giver,” Enid joked.
“That was only the beginning.”
Enid raised her eyebrows. “What else could you possibly have to offer me?”
Wednesday looked away, an unusual expression on her face. She looked almost…shy.
“Room for one more on your party guest list?”
Enid smiled.