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Tyler’s expression transmitted too many messages towards Wednesday.
Fear. Excitement. Terror. Passion. Anger.
She wanted it all.
Rocking her hips back and forth at an excruciatingly slow pace, she indulged herself in feeling all of his muscles, letting her fingertips graze over each bump and raised soft tissue. His hands gripped onto the bottom of her hips, swaying her body on top of his intentionally allowing her clit to grind against his crotch. Each time she grazed with him, she made sure to yank on the ribbon attached to his neck.
Tyler’s left hand travelled up her back and he accentuated her shoulder blades, making his way up to her nape. She pulled on his ribbon again and he gripped her skin, forcing her lean forward. Kissing her with as much intensity that her gripped on him allowed, he fully began to thrust into her cunt – the new angle allowing him to raise his knees.
She moaned out at the new sensation, his member exploring untouched parts of her; and yet, his strength did not allow her to move out of it. Tyler attacked her neck with bites and kisses, his tongue exploring each corner of her skin while her mouth made the most sinful sounds she could muster. He moved up into her into her ear allowing both of them to hear each other pant and huff.
“Mine.” He nipped at her earlobe. Wednesday felt her body spasm: so many, many sensations that she wanted to feel for the rest of her life. He was so close to the point of becoming less synchronized each time he entered her, she pushed his head back into the pillow and pressed her thumb to his mouth. The grip on her ass firmed as she felt warmth overcome everything else, his tongue lapping and sucking on her thumb with the rest of her hand gently holding his face.
Tyler pumped a few more time within her, and then let go. Grasping his shoulder, Wednesday lowered herself to rest her head on his chest; his hand beginning to pet the top of her head. She felt the beat within him calm down until he pushed her off and left the bed.
She attempted to not furrow her eyebrows as she began to cover herself with the blanket of the bed – until his seed spilling out of her involuntarily. Wednesday looked around the room to find anything that would help her situation and the reality around her settled in: the mess that was the bed, the scattered items on the floor, the shaking legs, her missing phone.
Fuck, her phone.
Reaching under the bed she grabbed the device off her bag, texting her parent’s group chat that she had taken a nap and lost track of time. After assurance that everything was fine and stating that she was going to work on her novel, she noticed how quiet it was in the house except for Tyler’s occasional footsteps downstairs. She laid back on the bed and closed her eyes attempting to calm herself down from the strange wave of sadness she was feeling. There was a shift within her suddenly, a deep helplessness emerging from within.
Like clockwork Tyler appeared at the door with underwear on, his hands stuffed.
“Um, here’s some water – it’s a bit dirty since the fridge doesn’t work so I leave them buried outside. And I got a pair of my boxers for you since…” He looked to scattered clothes on the floor, a smirk slightly appearing.
“Oh and a shirt. Anyways,” he continued while climbing on the bed and next to her “Thank you for tonight.”
Wednesday didn’t notice how thirsty she was until she saw the plastic water bottle in his hands, her throat feeling scratchy. As she drank, he grabbed a piece of fabric from underneath the boxers. She had brought underwear but decided not to tell him the detail until the next day.
Tyler turned towards her and placed his hand on her left knee, slowly caressing it through the outside of her thigh until he reached her pelvis. She stared at his bruised hand, a new delightful layer of roughness giving a new texture to his touch. He looked into her eyes and lifted her pelvis up, placing the towel underneath her spot and gently lowering her onto it; with the exposed edge, Tyler cleaned her of his exposed damage while noticing how she involuntarily twitched whenever he accidently touched her cunt without the protection of the towel.
Refreshed and somewhat clean, he slid his boxers onto her crotch and scooped her under the blanket. She sighed and he kissed her forehead, caressing her shoulder.
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At 7:15 AM Wednesday was thanking the universe for self-checkout machines, even if they were a little tricky for her to use. A pack of condoms, plan-B, a large bag of dried strawberries, and almost half a pound of beef jerky did have the senior worker staring at her from afar, but this way she would be able to not answer any intrusive questions.
The walk back to the house in the early fog was trickier than she would have calculated however.
Wednesday prided herself in being able to not get lost, yet the layer of thick moisture from the weather was being a worthy adversary. Finally arriving at the mansion, she found herself alone in the home. Sighing, she went into Laurel’s room and did her best to clean the room but could not find strength in her to make the bed.
Tyler’s outline on the mattress was still there and she could almost feel the warmth that he left behind. Awakening with his arm around her waist, even though her arms were still crossed in front of chest, brought a warmth into her cheeks; she was too used to waking up to the cold ceiling back at home. After taking her the pill, she pulled her luggage out and grabbed a change of attire – a long sleeved black dress with a sowed on collar – since Tyler’s clothes still clung onto her frame. Upon entering the bathroom and removing what she assumed was his pajama, Wednesday’s body was fully displayed on the full length mirror behind the door.
For the first time ever she saw color on her skin. Bruises, hickeys, light bite marks, and scratches covered random spots from her neck through her upper thigh. While taken aback, she quickly accepted the tints as her own, turning around and seeing them from every angle she could.
Taking Goody’s book from the dresser after her shower, Wednesday plopped herself on the bed as close to the window as possible and began exploring. The various spells and their meanings enchanting her time. Making a mental to buy a notebook (the typewriter would be too heavy for her to carry in the train and instead she opted for a notebook she forgot at home), the words on the pages trapped her eyes. When her body began to complain from the lack of movement, she decided to take a small break outside wanting to explore more of the property.
Taking the strawberries, Wednesday was ready for the weather change seeing the fog had lifted since morning. The backyard had a wooden squares along the fence’s edge with all sorts of dead plants, and she almost grieved the lack of care they were undergoing. The smell of rotten meat was meek but still present; what seemed like a thousand flies concentrated themselves on the pile of bones located in the corner of the gated area, reminding her of the cemetery back at home.
Several rustles outside forced Wednesday’s back onto the door between the house and outside. A dead, drained rabbit was suddenly thrown over into the middle of the backyard, the Hyde jumping after it with his back towards Wednesday. The monster snapped one of the animal’s paw and tossed it aside, skinning the rest and gnawing at the meat. Finishing off the ‘meal’, the beast became Tyler once more.
Covered in dirt and blood, nothing more, he turned and picked the paw off the ground – noticing Wednesday’s presence.
“Good morning.” He approached carefully.
“Hi.”
“Ran into town this morning?” Tyler pointed at the dried strawberry bag. Wednesday looked down, forgetting she was holding it attempting to only focus on his upper body that was covered in deep red and purple circles and bites.
“Yes. I had to pick up some,” She trailed a bit. “Supplies.”
He nodded and walked closer to her. The blood on him reminded her of the Rave’N and them covered in paint, her hair soaked with the red liquid while his white suit became completely stained. The smell of the crimson fluid was one of the only things that brought Wednesday’s face a smile: red looked great on him too.
The trail of blood ran from the corner of his mouth further down onto his torso and eventually led to his groin. Noticing the shift in her eyes, Tyler moved his hands up, pointing at her face then at him:
“My eyes are up here.”
He inched closer to her and wrapped a wet hand around her waist to pull her close. Their kiss was borderline fragile, gentle, a complete opposite from their actions the previous night. Swiping her tongue at the bottom of his lip Wednesday felt the tangy blood from his fresh kill, reaching out to touch his chest. She smeared the liquid around his abs and made her way down to his crotch.
With a snap he grabbed her wrist and pulled back from their kiss, motioning for the door. Slamming the door shut, he quickly grabbed the back of her thighs and placed her on the kitchen counter, immediately crashing his lips into hers. His hands gripped her waist while she crossed her wrists behind his head, deepening their connection further.
Tyler bit into her bottom lip drawing a moan out of her, and began kissing his way down to her neck where he pushed aside the collar; only to be met with the results of the previous night. He looked in awe as she tilted her head, allowing him to analyze each mark that had been left. Smelling his dirty blond hair, Wednesday began to scratch his scalp gently while he gave feathery kisses onto each trace of his temptations.
Removing his lips from her skin, he sunk his head down to her thighs, lifting up the dress. With little effort she hoisted herself up enough to have Tyler remove her underwear pass her knees, hearing them fall on the tile. Grabbing her ass underneath the dress, he gently pulled her forward while she leaned her torso back – hand never leaving his hair.
Unsure, Tyler began by licking a stripe from the bottom up and she mewled at the sensation. Looking down, Wednesday saw his attempts of making eye contact while also trying to navigate her folds. She pushed his head down and closed her eyes: he understood the message.
With the tip of his tongue, he began to experiment new places while taking notes of her body’s movements and reactions; until, near the top, she squirmed and gasped. Bingo. The tender laps became wilder, working in circles around her clit. Wednesday felt a completely different rush of sensations, but with the same outcome as their previous doings.
Sucking her bundle of nerves sent her into overdrive as she gripped his roots, pulling the curly hair out of desperation both away and towards her at the same time.
With his thumb placed on the middle of her pelvis, Tyler pulled back the skin exposing her further into his mouth. In a reflex, Wednesday snapped her thighs closed and she swore seeing his eyes roll back, the other hand kneading the underside of her thighs. She could barely last another minute before she felt all of her muscles contract at once and release at the same time.
Chuckling against her cunt sent vibrations she was not ready for, moaning once more. He carefully lapped all of her, specially at the entrance, before leaning down and brining the underwear back into its original spot.
“I knew you liked blood, just not this much.” He giggled out. With a sigh – and a grin she would never admit to having – Wednesday hopped off the counter, being met with his chest once more.
“Would you like me to take care of you?” She sounded confident, but inside she wanted to slap herself for attempting to sound so unnaturally seductive.
“Give me a second,” Tyler swiped his tongue through his front teeth, taking her hand, and planting a kiss on it. “I’m heading for the shower.”
She watched him leave, and making sure he was upstairs, she placed a hand on her forehead, laughing a bit. Shaking off the feeling and now grabbing the jerky, Wednesday went upstairs to grab more water and continue her reading.
Sitting on the bed and shifting back into her spot, her phone’s screen suddenly went off, vibrations rigging into the room.
“Hello?” Wednesday answered.
“Hi! This is Deja, I’m here to let you know that your car’s warranty is ex—” She closed the call. Enid taught her to look at the caller ID before taking a phone call, but it felt weird and unnatural.
Looking at the screen, she noticed a new notification from a few minutes back on messages:
hows your summer going?
Xavier and Wednesday had texted a few times after he gave her the phone, but due to his father’s obligations that he had to tag along, their conversations became scarce.
It is okay. She replied
cool cool
are you busy any time soon?
She thought about it for a second. He was currently in Paris so there was no way they could see each other. Maybe he just wanted to know about her schedule.
No. I have been at home for break, crushing my brother’s spirit.
How is France?
Wednesday knew there was something off by the way she texted, she just couldn’t figure out what it was.
its aight ig
What was aight and ig? Not knowing how to reply, she placed the phone on the windowsill and returned to her book.
Tyler came into the room after a few pages after: his hair still damp and a towel hanging off his hips. For a moment he did not move, but rather stared. He leaned a bit against the door frame both waiting for her to put the book down and fully memorizing the moment.
Wednesday’s delicate but powerful arms, the choice of snacks bought, the careful symmetry of her hair.
Finally finishing the chapter, she lowered the book and awaited him to join her. Placing the items off the bed, Tyler scooted next to her and after careful deliberation, she lightly leaned to the side in order to make their shoulder’s touch.
“When Laurel took me here the first time, she said the place would be mine one day. I was so confused why a random old lady had given her this house until she explained to me her ancestry; that was when she drugged me and chained me to the cave.”
Wednesday didn’t know how to react, opting to look at him instead wordlessly.
“After a few days my mind fully accepted her as my master. Someone I could always trust. Someone who could always manage me. She would look after me when no one else would.”
“That was just your Hyde coming out.” Wednesday began to explain, “She never had any real control over you.”
Tyler huffed.
“I know that now. I am responsible for what I have done, but my actions were inevitable. I’m sorry for deceiving you Wednesday. And also trying to kill you.”
While she understood the turmoil he was going through, perhaps she needed some more time to fully accept his actions. But for now, it was only the two of them; a maybe not sociopathic Hyde with an outcast playing house for a week. Shit – 6 days.
“My parent’s let me come to Jericho for a week to find more inspiration on how to finish my novel.” Tyler’s eyebrows furred as he turned towards her. “I told them I would be in an Air B-n-B and far away from the premises of Nevermore.”
He chuckled and held her hand.
“I understand, you didn’t want to see me at all.”
“Absolutely. You haven’t been invading my mind ever since we met, and I never felt any real attraction towards you since I saw you in the diner.” Wednesday began to climb on his lap.
“One quickie –and then we’ll watch a movie with the projector?”
She cocked her head a bit while nesting herself on his thighs.
“A quickie is a quick round of sex.” She lightly nodded and began their kiss.
Even though it was a ‘quickie’, their touches and movements were slower than usual. Wednesday played that word in her head again. Usual.
Once again his hand hiked up her dress and pulled down her underwear. He lightly tapped her butt before pulling her frame away.
In a swift motion, he turned her to the side and pushed her down, forcing her knees to be placed in the mattress. Tyler kneeled behind her and removed the towel, placing it on the corner of the bed. Placing her hips lower, Wednesday sat on her calves as she pulled the condom box out of the bag and handed it to the blonde.
“That’s why you were out so early? To make sure no one would see you?”
Still looking over her shoulder she nodded and he chuckled, ripping the box open and grabbing a packet out. She looked forward again and closed her eyes, beginning to lightly finger herself in preparation. Tyler’s hand suddenly met her waist as he snaked himself down to her own hand, peppering her shoulders and neck with kisses from behind.
Removing her digits, Wednesday leaned forward and propped her ass as far back as she could while his hand sat on her lower back to regulate the height.
He entered easily due to the protection, their mouths gasping being overcome by the feeling. Taking no time, she bounced back into him and he gripped each side of her hip – slowly thrusting. Picking up speed, she began to time her movement with his while Tyler began to incorporate rolling into the thrusts.
Slapping noises filled the room as they became confident in their rhythm; moans, gasps, and groans being added continuously to the atmosphere. The blonde moved his hands further up into her waist, pushing and slamming her harder and harder into him and her back arched innately -- allowing more access to Tyler, enjoying the whole view. Wednesday’s orgasm was approaching so rapidly she could barely process it, two more seconds and—
Their motions stopped when Wednesday’s phone began ringing. Out of frustration she huffed out a curse word and, with his member still inside her, she picked up the phone.
“Hello??”
“Oh hi Wednesday! You said you weren’t busy so I called you.” Her eyes opened wide. Removing the phone from her ear she looked at the caller ID:
Xavier Thorpe.
Wednesday saw Tyler’s eyes through the phone, and he returned his grip to her hip. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him lean back, leaving the tip of his member to be the only part inside of her. He smiled and inhaled sharply, ready.
Shit.