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Wednesday woke to the sound of the phone ringing annoyingly loud. She dragged the phone off of its base.
“Addams residence,” she croaked.
The characteristic chuckle that she seemed to bring out of the blonde came through the phone and washed over Wednesday like a sinner’s baptism. She sobered at the sound. Sitting up straight and wiping at her eyes.
“Your morning voice is so cute,” Enid smiled through the phone. “I cannot apologize enough about last night,” she sighed. “Xavier is one of my friends and he did something really really stupid. What RA is sharing weed with freshmen?”
“Moronic ones,” Wednesday added.
“Definitely the moronic ones. I’m really sorry I didn’t call last night like I said, I was just so caught up in everything. There are so many protocols that we had to go through and so many that were botched and I’m the president of the RA council. It was a shit show. I’m sorry I didn’t call to rant about that,” The blonde took a breath. “I had a really really really great time last night Wednesday.”
“I did too,” Wednesday mumbled, morning brain still foggy.
“I’m really sorry we got interrupted,”
Wednesday hoped Enid didn’t catch her gasp through the phone. “Oh yeah,” Wednesday laughed uncomfortably. “That,”
The raven had lost her steam. She had been building herself up for that date for days. She was devastated and was frustrated with herself for being so. It wasn’t Enid’s fault that her perfect plan she had envisioned in her head, didn’t happen to the T. It was no one’s fault if she took the time to really think about it. Except maybe this Xavier character, but even more immediately, that demonic brat Yoko. Life isn’t perfect so she can’t expect everything to go her way. These were all facts that she repeated to herself that she had memorized from her therapist, Dr. Kinbott. Even though they were facts, they didn’t comfort Wednesday. She felt like the fish she and Pugsley would blow up in the lake, petrified and radioactive. She felt like she was trapped between true reality and the false reality she had been manufacturing all week.
It shouldn’t be a big deal. It wasn’t a big deal. Maybe it felt like a big deal because that would have been Wednesday’s first kiss. She had never had a desire to touch people let alone kiss them. The thought made her skin crawl. She only wanted those things with Enid. She wanted to have the perfect romantic evening that she envisioned and then kiss Enid. She wanted Enid to be her first. She hated not understanding her feelings. It was the most frustrating thing in the world. It hurt. It made her whole body ache just from the thought.
“Wednesday?”
She had forgotten that she was on the phone.
“Yes?”
“Thank you for taking me out last night. You made me feel like the most special girl in the world. Ya know, all that fairy tale stuff?” Enid huffed. “You give me all these butterflies, it makes me feel so,” the blonde groaned. “The way you looked at me last night,”
“I wanted to kiss you,” Wednesday admitted plainly.
“I wanted that too.”
A silence hung in the air between them. Wednesday opened and closed her mouth several times. It fueled her ire to no end that she didn’t know what to do. She had never been in this situation before. Dostoevsky and Tolstoy didn’t prepare her for this. Her schooling didn’t prepare her for this. Her father… Well, her father tried to prepare her for this but Wednesday wasn’t in the mood to acknowledge that she had been wrong. She didn’t know what mood she was in. She was grumpy but kiddy, tired but excited. Stymying to say the least.
“W-Would you maybe want to get coffee with me this morning?” Enid hesitated. “It’s super crowded around this time but maybe we can grab something and find a spot in the park or-”
“I could make you coffee,” Wednesday spouted before her self regimented filtration system could regulate it.
“Oh, wow. Miss Addams you silver tongued goddess,” Enid mused through the phone but seemed to be lost in thought. “Okay, feel free to decline, but I make a mean french toast and um… Maybe we could have a breakfast date?”
The silence through the phone was stiff.
“Or is that totally awkward? Sorry I don’t know why I said that,” The blonde fumbled, deflated.
Wednesday wanted nothing more than to accept such a generous offer. She was just having a hard time getting over the feelings that Enid’s words made her feel. There was this snake-like slithering in her lower stomach at being called a goddess of all things. She would never classify herself as such. She was more like a… Maybe like… An upper demon or something. Her brain was on the fritz.
After musing silently about this new identity crisis she was having internally she remembered yet again that she was on the phone.
“Y-yes. I would like that very much,” Wednesday thought of her kitchen stock. She should pick up a few things. “I will go to the store. If you arrive before I’m back this is the door code,” Wednesday stumbled to get up off of the floor and stretched her body.
“Oh thank god, I thought I totally blew it,” Enid blew out a long breath.
“Nonsense. See you shortly,” Wednesday hung up the phone and stared at it as if it were a bomb.
She exited her room promptly to talk to Eugene.
“Oh hey, you’re still here?” He spoke over a reheated breakfast sandwich in the kitchen.
“How are you liking the alternative chorizo?” She opted to change the subject from her uncharacteristic deviation from her schedule.
“It’s really good! I can’t believe you managed to get this texture out of gluten free flour!” The boy spoke with his mouthful but Wednesday couldn’t help but smile fondly.
“I am glad it is adequate,” She lingered awkwardly.
“Is everything okay?” Eugene leaned up from the counter and wiped at his mouth with his sleeve, wincing apologetically as she pointedly handed him a napkin.
“I am… Expecting company shortly,” Wednesday dug her nails into her palms to keep from fidgeting.
“Oh, really? Here? You?” he paused. “Sorry, that’s rude,” Eugene imitated a rewinding sequence. “Who is it? Do you need help with anything?” He smiled brightly and Wednesday avoided his kind eyes.
“Enid Sinclair has suggested that we have breakfast together after I offered to make her coffee.” Wednesday deadpanned as evenly as possible.
“Oh! Enid! That’s so cool! How was your date by the way? Good I guess?” The boy pushed up his glasses and laughed to himself.
“I would prefer not to speak about it at the moment. Time is of the essence. I must head to the store. I wanted to ask that once Enid arrives, you let her in and perhaps, make yourself… scarce. I apologize for the short notice. I know that you have your lessons soon so I thought it would not pose an issue.”
“Relax dude!” Eugene took another bite of his sandwich. “I was just heading out after breakfast anyways!” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“What’s wrong with your face?” Wednesday frowned.
Eugene laughed to himself. “Nothing, nothing,”
Wednesday rolled her eyes, gathered her reusable bags and noise canceling headphones and left. She should have asked Enid if she had any preferred ingredients for her mean french toast . Wednesday put her hood up as she browsed the isles. Fruit, maybe a nice brioche? A whipped cream? She frowned. She should have made a list.
Wednesday thought about if she had a phone. She could call Enid and ask her what she preferred in terms of dairy. She personally opted to keep dairy out of her diet. It kept things simple. Wednesday purchased much more than she would have anticipated. She definitely should have made a list. She scolded herself as her arms strained carrying the bags back to her apartment.
She wondered if Enid had arrived. Another reason to get a phone . She nodded briefly to the doorman and got in the elevator. Once she reached her door, she heard voices on the other side and her heart, once a dormant cold thing, stammered in her chest. She opened it and all eyes were on her, she felt faint.
Enid looked so beautiful. Her beauty was truly so effortless. She leaned over the counter as she chatted with Eugene who was slipping his outside shoes on.
“Speak of the devil. Are you feeding an army? You got so much stuff!” Eugene teased before briefly resting his head on Wednesday’s shoulder where she softly patted the side of his face, eyes never leaving Enid’s. “Don’t have too much fun you two!” He called back into the apartment.
“Be safe. Goodbye Eugene. Do tell Bianca that I greet her dreadfully,”
“Bye Genie!” Enid chirped.
The door clicked shut and there was a strange change in the air. Wednesday couldn’t look away from Enid’s gaze. The ocean blue of her eyes drew her in like the moon drew the tide. She was being pulled in so deep she wasn’t sure she would make it back out but she didn’t care. She would drown in the utmost delicious way. A truly fitting death.
“Hi,” Enid broke the silence, as she usually did.
That’s when Wednesday blinked and finally came back into her body, the strain on her arms evident as Enid grabbed some of them from her. “If I would’ve known you were gonna get so much stuff I would’ve come with so I could help!”
Wednesday swallowed hard at the sight of Enid’s sculpted back flexing while carrying half of the bags into the kitchen. The inexplicable slithering returned and she shook her head. A clouded brain would not serve her well at this time. She met those dreadfully blue eyes again when she entered the kitchen fully. The smile that Enid wore washed over her like a tsunami’s cresting wave.
“It’s really good to see you,” Enid seemed to be gripping the counter with a vice grip.
“Likewise. Thank you for coming on such short notice.”
Wednesday stepped closer and tossed her face mask in the trash, washed her hands and began putting the groceries away. Enid watched the cellist in her habitat. She looked comfortable. Her hoodie was comically large but insanely cute. Her headphones around her neck made the blonde wonder if she listened to any podcasts.
Wednesday rolled up her sleeves and turned to the blonde, who now sat at the island across from her. “How do you like your coffee?
It was a simple question really. One that people were probably asked hundreds of times in their lifetimes. But for some reason, the way the words fell from her lips, Enid seemed entranced. Wednesday eyed her curiously while she sat up at the counter, as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t have.
“Um, ya know, I def should have thought of this on the way here but… I usually drink the insanely sweet stuff from like, Starbucks.” She cringed at her own words. “Don’t kill me, I know,”
Wednesday fought a smile at the nervous Enid before her. “What is your Starbucks order?”
The blonde recited some ridiculous string of words that Wednesday seemed to take in calculatively. “I think I can make something to your liking,” Wednesday turned on her heel and went to her espresso bar. She could feel the warmth creeping up her neck at the feeling of being watched.
“Your apartment is really cool,” Enid observed quietly.
“Thank you, my mother designed it,” Wednesday perused her coffee bean selection.
“Oh wow, she’s very talented!”
Wednesday hummed as she settled on a mild roast from her uncle’s latest escapade in Costa Rica.
“So,” Enid softly muttered.
Wednesday pulled out a scale and meticulously weighed the beans, settling to put a few of them back into the air tight canister.
“You play the cello?
“I do,” she moved the beans from the scale to the grinder where she thought for a moment about the coarseness she would use.
“I um, I googled you,” the blonde confessed.
The coffee grinder whirled to life, hopefully enough to hide her new found stiffness. Wednesday bit her tongue. This would happen eventually. She couldn’t escape forever.
“I see,” The grinder finished.
Wednesday returned to the island counter, but wouldn’t meet Enid’s eyes. She wasn’t sure what this meant. It wasn’t necessarily a big deal but it could be in the wrong hands. She made her way to the refrigerator to browse thoughtfully.
“It’s cool that you’re like a prodigy. I can’t believe you played with the philharmonic when you were four!”
Wednesday gripped the handle to the door of the refrigerator. “I simply enjoy playing the cello,” she grabbed several items before returning to the freshly ground beans on the island.
Enid seemed to be trying to think about her words. “I hear that. That’s how I feel about singing!” She beamed.
Wednesday felt lighter, “I have… stumbled upon some of your performances. You are an exceptional talent,” she dared meet her eyes.
“Aw, thanks. My folks don’t see it that way but, it’s what makes me happy at the end of the day,” her light seemed to dim.
“It’s their loss,” Wednesday said firmly as she seemed to be whipping something in a small bowl.
When Enid smiled at her, she knew she’d done something right.
They continued to chat about small things while Wednesday made their beverages.
“I apologize for not being as timely as Starbucks, but I do hope that you enjoy the flavor,”
Enid’s eyes went wide at the creation before her. “I know I just watched you make this entire thing but I still can’t believe you just made this! It looks amazing!” Enid squealed, pulling out her phone to take pictures.
The blonde’s eyes rolled back when she tasted the handcrafted beverage. “Oh my god, you should open a cafe,” the blonde groaned, taking another sip.
Wednesday wouldn’t admit it, but she blushed at the compliment. That happened to be a secret dream of hers. Wednesday sipped her espresso and watched Enid enjoy the drink. The air felt nice. The mood was light. Wednesday felt… safe. That’s something she never thought she would feel.
The two women found themselves on the couch in the living room talking amicably about the department, their dreams, current assignments, burnout. Enid’s feet were tucked under Wednesday and she didn’t mind. It was a warm and cozy feeling. Their drinks were long forgotten on the coffee table in favor of lively conversation.
Wednesday was surprised she had so much to say. It was refreshing how little Enid seemed to care about her career as a cellist, or the money that came with it, and more about her as an individual. Enid had her own ideals and individuality that made her all the more alluring. She wondered if she should kiss her. Would it be an appropriate time? They were thoroughly enjoying each other’s company, right?
As if she were reading Wednesday’s mind, Enid did a sit-up motion and entered the cellist’s space. The blonde was on her knees in front of her, hands ghosting over her thighs, a dark, unreadable expression in her eyes. Enid licked her lips and stared deeply into Wednesday's eyes. Her heart was the only thing she could hear as she felt the blonde’s weight press into her body.
“I have been thinking about this nonstop for the last 12 hours,” Enid whispered hurriedly. “Can I please kiss you, miss Addams?” The blonde used her index finger to gently trace the outline of Wednesday’s jaw, coming to a teasing stop at her chin.
The smaller woman could only nod dumbly.
The feeling of soft warm flesh on her own sent electricity down her spine. Enid practically climbed on top of her and pressed their lips together with a determined intent. It wasn’t feverish or hasty but purposeful. Wednesday tried her best to mimic what she felt being done against her own lips. She stared at Enid’s closed eyes for a moment, admiring the woman’s dedication to doing her makeup so early in the day.
Wednesday wasn’t sure she could describe the feeling. She felt breathless but in a good way. She let her eyes flutter shut. She was glad and grateful that Enid seemed to be taking the lead in this dance. She was completely out of her depth. Wednesday had no idea that lips could be so soft. She pressed her lips further into Enid’s and elicited a sound so provocative from the other woman she felt the slithering in her stomach double its efforts for her attention.
Enid pulled Wednesday’s bottom lip between her teeth and the feeling had the raven pulling Enid’s body closer to hers. She felt everything everywhere all at once. There was a pulling in her stomach, her chest was tight, the weight of Enid’s body on her own felt heavy in the best way. She felt like she was on fire. The feeling was impeccable.
Wednesday smirked at the thought and their lips parted briefly only for her to pull the blonde back in. Enid made sounds that were more satisfying than any symphony. She wanted to learn them all. She wanted to learn Enid. She wanted so much. She absentmindedly dragged her nails across the exposed skin at the hem of Enid’s shirt.
Everything was perfect. Wednesday couldn’t imagine how this could get any better. This was better than the thrill of hunting poachers in the Sahara with her uncle. A cold feeling ran down her spine. It was not the time to think about Uncle Fester.
Suddenly Wednesday’s body went rigid at a sensation she had never experienced before. Her eyes shot open and she sat up, startling the blonde. She searched Enid’s eyes fervently for some kind of unspoken explanation. Enid eyed her curiously for half a second before seemingly having some sort of realization.
The blonde looked down at the culprit and blushed furiously. She pulled her thigh back tentatively. “I’m so sorry. I got so caught up in,” she gestured wildly between them.
“Are you okay?” Enid asked quietly.
Wednesday’s eyes were glazed over. Her bangs were starting to stick to her forehead and she was covered in a rosiness that she had never experienced. She had never experienced any of this. Especially that . A soft, warm hand held the left side of her face and she met the eyes of the woman who was awakening things in her she didn’t know existed.
Wednesday sat up straighter against the edge of the couch. She wasn’t sure she could trust her voice but she felt as though she owed the blonde an attempt at least.
“I-I apologize. I am… quite… inexperienced in this field,” she couldn’t meet those heavenly blue eyes.
“Oh,” Enid muttered quietly. “Do you need anything? Was that too much? I’m sorry I didn’t mean to,”
“Please don’t apologize. You have done nothing at all wrong,” Wednesday’s hands clung to the insides of her sleeves. “I quite enjoy being under your tutelage,”
The smirk that Enid gave her signed her testimony that would get her sent to hell. The blonde pulled at the strings of Wednesday’s hoodie. “Would you like to continue our lesson?” Wednesday would fight the devil for this woman.
The cellist answered by pulling Enid back down onto her by the waist, kissing her deep and hard.
When Wednesday woke up she found herself alone on the couch covered by her favorite blanket. The smell of hot and aromatic spices danced along her nasal pathways, guiding her up off of the couch and sloshing her way into the kitchen.
“Hey sleepyhead!” Enid chimed from the stove clad in Wednesday’s hoodie.
Wednesday held the blonde’s waist lightly and peered around her. “You will call me no such thing,” she grumbled.
Enid leaned into her and smiled. “You’re gonna love this I know it,”
“Would now be the wrong time to tell you that I despise sweets?”
Enid gasped in horror and turned around with such a genuine fear in her eyes Wednesday almost felt bad.
“I jest,” Wednesday smirked outwardly but questioned inwardly. Since when did she make jokes?
“ I jEsT, ” The blonde mimicked and sighed in relief before she continued cooking. Wednesday stole a piece of bacon and sat at the island watching Enid hum to herself. Perhaps she could get used to something like this.