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"I still do not understand why you haven't procured us a vehicle." Wednesday was glaring at him, as she always did whenever he did something to earn her disapproval. Tyler always let her think it intimidated him, but he'd take to the grave that in such moments he found her exceedingly adorable. Lips pursed and puffy, enchanting black eyes narrowed as she stared him down from the platform, thick grey scarf wrapped around her neck and chin.
Autumn just began to bloom in the air, tips of their ears and noses frosted, and leaves lost color and grip on the branches.
It was an odd time for travel, one that not many people would opt for after missing a whole scorching hot summertime, but it suited the two of them.
This track through Europe was to be their first vacation abroad, cruising and carousing through the old continent in search of information about his kind. The Hyde was a formidable beast, always nibbling just below his skin, in time just as devoted to Wednesday as he himself was.
"I have! Look, and it's double-decker." Tyler has just hauled his travel backpack and Wednesday's medium-sized military chest into the bus-side trunk, all on his own. His 'outdated male chivalry,' as Wednesday has described it, wouldn't permit him to ask her for help, and the bus driver theatrically lit a cigarette once he saw what baggage the couple was traveling with in order to avoid helping them load it, as per his job description. Tyler was glad he managed to convince Wednesday to install little suitcase wheels on the bottom of the chest; otherwise, he might as well throw his back out on something that was not making love to Wednesday. And that would be a waste; should he go down, he'd go down like a loyal soldier to pleasure's cause.
"I meant a private vehicle. I seem to have noticed car rentals are quite common across the European continent." Her oversized black coat almost swallowed her, and yet the irritation sizzled through. When Tyler proposed to Wednesday Addams, he was aware that she grew up with a gold spoon in her mouth, even though the gold might've been cursed and ancient. And as such, she was accustomed to a personal driver, a position that came in the same bundle as 'being her boyfriend', now fiancé, did. Tyler did not mind back home, where he still drove his late father's beaten-down truck; however, they decided not to bring that particular car overseas, as its size likely wouldn't fit in the tiny cities and narrow streets of old towns they explored. Instead, they did all that on foot, and when moving towns was needed, they utilized the tightly woven rail network. This time, for the first time, their destination bore no train station, and thus a different method had to be arranged.
"Even though I love to chaperone my little passenger princess around, I bought us the bus tickets purely for practical reasons." Tyler argued, dusting off his hands and joining her on the pavement. Wednesday folded her hands across her chest, ruining his attempt to lace his fingers with hers as they stood in front of the tall, bright green double-decker.
"I lack the ability to see the practicality of having to share a lavatory that is the size of a coffin with numerous strangers without the possibility of a limbs-stretching break." She huffed, measuring the gathering crowd of passengers around them. It was a working day, so less interest in long-haul travel was to be expected. Besides, considering nobody held a spare blanket like Tyler did, they likely won't be accompanied by many for this overnight trip.
"Limbs being stretched is your concern here, yeah?" He smirked, picking up the plastic bag holding Wednesday's favorite checkered quilt that was rolled neatly, ready to be wrapped around them on a cold night.
"Cease purposefully misinterpreting my anger. I simply do not trust society enough to share travel with random people." Wednesday hissed, albeit too loudly for Tyler's taste despite the fact that this far east, hardly anyone understood or spoke English. They got by with his French and Wednesday's Spanish, Italian, and surprisingly Latin, but Slavic languages were tough to crack a common understanding in. With this in mind, Tyler did not want to enforce the 'dumb American tourist' stereotype if he could help it.
"You'd loathe it even with familiar people." Wrapping the free arm around her waist, he gently guided her towards the short queue of passengers with already checked tickets boarding the vehicle.
"Precisely. Then why are we here?" She grumbled at him again but let him sneak a kiss on the crown of her head. She felt his lips linger before he sighed, audibly exhausted by his ever-complaining fiancée.
"Because it is easier, okay! I cannot drive throughout the night and explore new cities throughout the day. Hyde durability aside, I do not like it. This is supposed to be our first overseas vacation that we both ought to enjoy." Tyler whispered so as not to be noticed by others, yet she heard him loud and clear. Wednesday felt a lick of cold shame crawl up her spine, internally pestering herself for failing to see the feelings of her loved ones again. In a peace offering, she unlatched her hands and swung one arm around his layers-cloth biceps, rocking to the tips of her toes to plant a grateful cold kiss on his flushed cheek.
"Forgive me for not taking your comfort into account. Lurch rarely tires, and I am personally unfamiliar with the toll of long-haul driving." He smiled like the annoyingly bright sunshine he always was around her and placed his hand to cover hers.
"Thank you, Wednesday. Now, get your pretty ass up these stairs. I got us spots in the loveseats in the back." Tyler nodded in the direction of the upper deck as it was their turn to board, and Wednesday wrung out one last strained sigh. This was going to be a long night, she thought, as she climbed up the narrow plastic staircase, feeling Tyler's hungry eyes on the curves of her leggings-covered backside. She could almost hear his internal battle not to slap her ass as she ascended in front of him. He did not act on his primal impulses. After all, that would be inappropriate...
Three hours into the journey, the night fell, and the curved road snaked ahead, illuminated only by other cars passing by. Tyler and Wednesday sat in the back, watching as the upper deck emptied the more stops they made. Now, they were supposed to cross the border into a neighboring country, and the bus darkened the lights, encouraging its passengers to sleep. Only three people remained with them upstairs as far as Tyler could see: two women sitting in the complete front enjoying the panorama mirror and one middle-aged man snoring loudly in the middle of the bus with his giant headphones on.
He and Wednesday spent an hour arguing about what to watch on his computer. Tyler proposed a few-year-old Korean Netflix show 'All of Us Are Dead,' which he had already seen once and admittedly cried by the end of, but Wednesday rebuffed his proposal and asked for the latest Nosferatu movie. However, Tyler did not have that on file, and the bus WiFi was a travesty, so they settled for House of the Dragon in preparation for the upcoming new season. They had a heated discussion for a little bit about incestuous marriages, Wednesday arguing that in such a large family such as the Addams's, cousin marriages were almost unavoidable, and they followed it by a whisper-level wishlist of what type of dragon they'd like to own. And after the most recent stop, Tyler noticed his fiancée's eyelids fluttering, heavy with sleep, so he made her kick her boots off and encouraged her to stretch across the two double-seats they had for themselves in the back, laying her head into his lap. Wednesday snuggled close to him gratefully and with a vulnerability intended solely for his eyes, and just as he spread the blanket across her body, her lips parted, signaling immediate deep sleep.
It was a long day.
-
Tyler woke up abruptly, his head slipping from the headboard sideways, bumping into the enforced window glass. The impact started him to the point his claws stretched from the tips of his fingers. Not to its full length, but still capable of inflicting damage. Since he was cradling Wednesday's head in his lap during the sleep, Tyler looked down, alarmed, ready to see his beloved's bloodied face.
To his surprise, Wednesday's black eyes already bore into his soul the moment he looked down. It seemed like she had been staring for some time, with only the streetlights of the city they were just passing through illuminating her freckles. She blinked, as in acknowledgement of his sudden consciousness, and nuzzled her face closer to his abdomen. And that was when he felt it. Claws still drawn and face bewildered, Tyler's erection stood high and proud in his loose, thick sweatpants.
"Wednesday, I'm—" He was about to stutter through numerous apologies, but she shushed him with a finger to her lips. Pulling down the blanket covering her slightly, just to the peaks of her breasts, Tyler's breath hitched at the sight of her.
Wednesday's loose T-shirt, fit that was signalled by its generous cut, once belonged to Tyler and was rolled up to her black sports bra, the comfortable one she wore for travel. She looked at him through her long eyelashes and stretched her hand towards his face. At first Tyler thought she intended to caress his cheek, and he was ready to lean in, mouth dry from the sight below him, but she did not aim where he thought she would. Instead, she pushed two fingers against his bottom lip, and he opened up for her immediately as in a Pavlovian reflex.
Wednesday fed him her black-painted fingers, and with an eyebrow raised in a challenge, Tyler swirled his tongue around the offered digits. His eyes widened, pupils now heavy with desire. His little nightmare had fingered herself under the privacy of a blanket in a public bus while he slept, and she nosed at his cock to the point of heavy arousal. Tyler whined as she pushed her fingers deeper, grazing her essence across his tongue in a silent challenge.
After all the complaints before boarding, Tyler would have never guessed what she'd be capable of. His biggest mistake was always the lack of imagination in the outrageous and frivolous things Wednesday Addams was capable of. And the fact that she wanted him still, here and now, after all those years, sent a bolt of electricity right to his belly and crotch.
Tentatively, he brushed a few stray strands of her fringe from her forehead to better inspect the seriousness of her proposal through her features. They were no strangers to public entanglements, and bed and privacy were not always available while their shared hunger remained insatiable. It didn't help that she fit so perfectly into his arms; one little swing and he'd have her spread open, bouncing on his cock, high above ground without anything but his arms and shoulders for her to hold onto. She was like a doll, his little pocket pussy, dare he say fondly, but of course he'd never call her that. Except when she was impaling herself on him eagerly and willingly, silently begging for his words of praise and encouragement.
But this. This he had not anticipated.
...And he would not bite the hand that was now offering. Not unless explicitly asked to, of course.
Tyler thumbed at her cheek just as Wednesday desperately dug her nose into his sweatpants, reaching for the waistband with her teeth. He realized they were dirty from the long exploring today; they had to leave the hotel around noon and haven't stopped to shower since. This had not deterred his lover; perhaps it even encouraged her. He helped her with a taxing task by sitting up slightly and, after a brief scouting on the status of other passengers all hard asleep, he pulled his pants to mid-thigh, exposing his boxers.
Wednesday removed her fingers from his mouth in the meantime, propping herself up on one elbow before depositing her eager face back on his lap in order to fish her prize from the folds of fabric. She stared at his cock as if she were in love with it, and Tyler chuckled at the thought; she never ever stares at him this fondly. Or at least, not when he can see. There are numerous pictures on his phone taken by Enid, Eugene, or other friends in which his fiancée regards him as if he hung the moon and stars. The album is password protected.
What is not password protected, however, are his pants because Wednesday has immediate access the moment she approaches. Giving an experimental lick to the tip of his hardening member, she brought her eyes back up to him, silently begging for cooperation. Tyler's breath hitched as she began swirling her tongue around the tip, and he rushed to assist. With his enhanced Hyde hearing, every move, every shift of fabric, or salivated lick felt as loud as a gun, and he squinted his eyes around to check whether the coast was still clear. They were 'engaging in sexual stimuli,' as Wednesday would say, in public. On a half-empty bus in the dead of the night. Anyone could notice them...
Yet such realization did little to deter their bodies from what they craved.
Tyler moved his left hand under the blanket to tug at the stretchy sports bra while his right rested atop Wednesday's head, softly encouraging her to take him deeper. She complied and welcomed him heavily on her tongue, snaking the wet muscle across the bottom of his shaft where she knew he was most sensitive. He choked down another whine, and Wednesday's eyes narrowed, clearly disappointed with his lack of self-control. He couldn't let himself be humiliated for simply voicing the pleasure her loving, often crude-talking cavern granted him, and he squeezed the freshly exposed mauve nipple between three of his fingers, tugging it slightly up.
Her body immediately reacted; she ached her back towards his hand and threw her head in his lap slightly backwards, his cock hitting the back of her throat. A gargling, choking sound wrung out, and they both stared at each other wide-eyed.
Had anyone noticed...?
Passion was burning in the back seats, and Tyler begged all the saints and all the damned not to extinguish this moment. It was so hot. Wet, soft, and perfect. He could feel the peak of her breast hardening under his fingers, and he traced all the little cracks and hardly visible bumps that would one day feed their children. Wednesday snaked her hands under his hoodie, massaging the valleys at his hips that lead straight to his crotch, playing with the patch of curls he hid there only for her.
Tyler's hips jerked up, bouncing her in his lap... He smiled down at her apologetically, still kneading her now fully exposed chest, but she just smirked, mouth full of him still. Saliva was now dripping down her cheek and chin, and she didn't seem to mind one bit. Tyler couldn't stand it anymore.
"Come sit on my lap, little viper. I need you to strangle my cock." His voice a barely audible growl, he stroked his palm down her flat stomach.
"Vipers do not-ah!" She mumbled, mouth still full of him, before he tugged at her braids to slide her off his already wooden dick. Then, he pulled her up by the armpits like the deadly doll that she was and deposited her straddling his lap, immediately diving in to kiss her senseless.
"I know, baby; of course I know." Tyler whispered, her heart-shaped lips chasing his as a predator would his prey. "Just feed me your poison and swallow me whole."
Wednesday huffed out a plea, a promise; he didn't know. Tongue fucking into her mouth as a man possessed, he started to knead her ass in his hands, grinding her body against his crotch. Wednesday joined the fray eagerly and immediately, tangling her hands into his hair and pushing her tits into his clothed chest. Tyler took it as an invitation, gathering the tips of her braids into one hand and pulling her head backwards, spine stretched again in a delicious arch, and making an effort to get his mouth on the other places where it was needed. The shuffling of clothes and smacking of wet lips could alert anyone four rows in front, but luckily so far it seemed they remained undiscovered.
Wednesday struggled to pull air into her lungs as her breath fogged the frosted glass. Below, she could see cars passing by, oblivious to what was happening in a line next to them as Tyler devoured her chest, sucking almost a full breast into his mouth before moving to the other and biting the underside of fatty flesh. His nose trailed across her tits as if desperately seeking a trail home. When he let go of her braids to push her tits together, burying his face in the newly formed pillow and pinching both of her nipples simultaneously, she felt her pussy clench and gush an excessive amount of liquid.
The wetness now made it past her puffy lower lips, cotton panties, and thermo leggings. She knew Tyler knew. He felt the dampness at his exposed cock, still slick with her drying saliva and freshened anew by his leaking precum. Wednesday hugged his head at the realization, silently begging not to have to face his smug expression, but it was too late. She felt him smirk as he gave her right breast one final, marking bite that printed teeth, and he hooked his thumbs in the sides of her leggings. She sat up obediently, letting him roll the fabric down to allow the urgently necessary access. And when he laid his palm across her mound, he looked up at her adoringly, silently begging her to never leave.
Wednesday combed her fingers through his honey-colored curls and kissed his forehead softly, Tyler closing his eyes at the intimate sensation. His own hand moved to peel off her soaked panties, angling his fingers to seek more, deeper. The squelch upon intrusion made them both gasp, muffling one another with available palms and halting to see whether their noise stirred anyone on the bus.
The bright red analog clock in front just clicked to half-past three. Dead of the night, passengers dead asleep, yet Tyler never felt more alive. The witching hour, as Wednesday called it, gave way to their most carnal desires.
They stared into each other's eyes, lights from the road flickering across the black and hazel. Tyler removed his hand from her lips but refused to retrieve his fingers buried inside of her as Wednesday clenched around him desperately. He gave a slight nod to the left, and she immediately understood, reaching for the blanket to cover them both. Noise aside, it might just look as if she were sleeping in his arms. This encounter might be one of the few times Wednesday was grateful for her size, as she fit between his chest and the seat in front of them perfectly.
Once they were safely shrouded from any prying eyes, she sank lower, forcing his digits deeper as the knuckle of his thumb bumped into her hungry neglected clitoris. With an experimental roll of her hips, she felt his cock still heavy against the curve of her ass, and Tyler spawned his shit-eating grin again as he watched in the dimly lit space her lower lips opening up around him.
He dragged her in for a kiss, scissoring his fingers back and forth, coaxing more wetness from her love canal. His lips moved to the tip of her nose, mapping her freckles, all soft and comely as she keened in his arms. Once Tyler reached her earlobe, he bit down so hard it made Wednesday jerk and shiver. Getting as close as humanly possible, he dared to whisper filth into the silent hum of the bus motor echoing around.
"Is your pussy crying, baby? It missed me, yeah?" He cooed at her as she squirmed in his grasp, fighting to get close just as hard as she fought to escape. All at once. "Don't you worry now, I'm home." Tyler licked the side of her jaw as Wednesday moved her hands from his hair down to spread her lips open to take him. Gripping her hips to the point of bruising, he helped her impale herself on his cock in one swift movement. They both gaped breathlessly at each other, a silent scream.
She began to move, thighs straining, and wrapping her arms around his neck for both anchor and leverage. He hugged her close, feeling the firm nipples graze up and down his clothed chest in the rhythm she set. If Wednesday wished to crawl inside his hoodie, Tyler wouldn't raise any objections. The smell of her, the fierceness and fearlessness of her, all intoxicating, surrounded him. The seat under them squeaked the intrusive melody of their lovemaking, yet both were beyond caring who would notice.
After a little when Wednesday's rhythm wavered, Tyler rushed to aid his struggling lover, planting his feet firmly on the ground and thrusting up. His girl almost yelped at the intrusion, so he dragged her to his chest again to plant soothing kisses along the soft curve of her neck.
"Yeah, deep, is it?" He whispered, inhaling deeply the scent of her hair. It smelled like midnight and nothing else, but by the end of their lovemaking, Tyler knew her body would absorb his scent too.
"So deep, uh!" She was out of breath and clearly close to losing her mind, and it pleased him immensely. He gave another hard thrust, followed by a little loving taunting.
"So sorry, sweet thing. Wasn't in all the way yet. Can't have you falling off." Finding his joke hilarious, Tyler chuckled despite the deathly black-eyed, glazed-over glare.
Her breasts, still soft and inviting, now baring several outlines of his teeth, bounced in front of his face in a silent challenge. She was squeezing her lips together to lock down her moans, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. Her little pussy hugged him in a tight grip, the pupses of her incoming peak massaging his length.
Suddenly, Tyler was overwhelmed by emotion. He got to have her. He got to love her. All in spite of what they'd done to each other. Friend turned foe and back, lover turned enemy and then some more before all came down crashing in the shared realization they cannot be without one another.
It didn't matter where he made love to her. Under the stars or under the roof of the house they shared—in hotels around the world or in a damned public bus while chasing after the scattered secrets about the beast within him. And she loved it, loved them, loved him. All while making life worth living with the smallest wrinkle between her brows.
Wednesday was close, and Tyler felt it. Kissing the moans from her mouth, he broke out a soft whine, snaked one hand between their flush-pressed bodies, and massaged her secret nub just the way she liked it. She shattered around him, thigh muscles giving out as she collapsed onto his chest, body and legs shaking from both strain and love. It lasted much longer than usual, Tyler still diving his cock savagely into her oversensitive pussy. And just as he came, vision turning white, there was another gush of liquid in what seemed to be almost an excessive amount.
Wednesday spasmed atop him again, and when he came to, he witnessed her eyes roll back, mouth open in a silent scream.
"Wednesday, did you just—" he whispered, stroking her hip slowly, but she did not reply. Instead, she closed her eyes and curled closer to him, small hands seeking warmth on his chest under his hoodie. Tyler felt his dick softening slowly inside her, bathed in his cum and her delicious mess, and in one last effort for public decency, he tightened the blanket around them.
They'll have to deal with the mess at first light. But now, nothing else mattered...
-
In the morning, they have finally reached the destination. The sleepy passengers scattered off the bus, eagerly searching for their luggage amongst the unloaded heap. Tyler held Wednesday's hand as they climbed down the narrow staircase, noticing her legs were still a bit wobbly. He didn't fare any better after the hours his legs spent constrained in the poor legroom, but being the source of her distress compelled him to be a gentleman in the way Wednesday hated. Luckily, she managed to change her leggings to the spare pair they kept in the carry-on backpack. For this she had to utilize the small bus bathroom, and Tyler knew he wouldn't hear the end of it for the upcoming week.
Despite that, he'd consider the voyage a success. His girl was satisfied, his heart swelled with love, and his brain captured and catalogued the dirtiest jerk-off material for the months to come.
The bus driver was smoking another cigarette right by the luggage trunk. Tyler stuffed a crumpled twenty euro bill into the small pocket of the driver's company dress shirt. When the stout man shot him a confused look, Tyler just smiled widely, feeling Wednesday's gaze piercing the back of his skull.
"Trinkgeld!" He waved him off when the man attempted to return him the bill and turned back to assist his lover in hauling her impractical suitcase to their next resting place.
She opened her mouth to argue that tipping was not obligatory in Europe and he was only contributing to a harmful American agenda of service companies underpaying their workers just to guilt-trip their customers into paying extra, but Tyler shushed her immediately.
"I think you squirted on the seat a bit." Wednesday's lips immediately sealed as her cheeks started to collect presumably all the blood inside her pale, cold body.
Tyler pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, unfazed, as he took her hand again to walk towards another shared adventure.