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Enid slept like a stone for the rest of the day. Wednesday barely had to “keep an eye on her.” She appreciated the silence. For a while. But she found herself glancing across the room every few minutes just to see that nothing had changed. She wasn’t nervous exactly, but she was restless.
Holendaise dropped off one dose of pain medicine in a plastic sandwich bag for when Enid woke up. Obviously the teacher couldn’t just give Wednesday a handful of opioids and have her promise not to sell them or take them herself. The detective couldn’t give Holendaise much information on Enid’s condition, though the fact she was sleeping so soundly was a good sign. Enid would probably be awake to speak to the teacher herself next time the dorm mother brought painkillers.
Wednesday thought about sneaking down to the library that night, but even if Enid was sleeping and would be for a while, she couldn’t bring herself to leave. She could, of course trust Thing to guard her but some irrational part of the Raven just had to stay.
At around 8 Enid finally roused, groaning loudly, and stumbled to the bathroom. Wednesday had a bottle of water and the pain meds ready when she came back. The Raven expected rushed conversation from her roommate, to make up for the day of silence, but after Enid took her pills she just gave a small thankful smile and crawled back into bed.
‘Of course.’ Wednesday chided herself. ‘With her pained jaw she wouldn’t want to talk more than she has too.’ It was only reasonable, but still Wednesday felt a bit disappointed.
…
Unlike Enid, Wednesday was not excused from class the next day. The whole next day the goth waited for an opportunity to sneak into the library. Each time she thought it was “go time” she was disturbed by an uncharacteristic hesitance. If she saw the nightshades she worried one of them would notice her slip into Poe’s passage. If she didn’t see the nightshades she worried they were already in the club room, as they were known to do between classes. The day crept by like this until eventually it was time for curfew.
Enid was still lying in her bed across the room, sleeping just as heavily as before. A restless black animal rustled around in Wednesday’s stomach. In her experience, at-home pain medicine didn’t cause such deep, unwavering sleep. Was something wrong?
When Holendaise stopped by to check-in Wednesday brought up how much Enid was sleeping. Wednesday hoped she hid her worry but the teacher’s sympathetic gaze made her doubt her pokerface.
“That’s just werewolf torpor. It’s how werewolves can recover from injury so quickly. All her energy is going to speeding up the healing process. I wouldn’t be surprised if she jumped out of bed tomorrow feeling peachy-keen!”
Wednesday would’ve cringed at the phrase ‘peachy-keen’ if she wasn’t so relieved to hear that Enid’s behavior was perfectly normal. With that reassurance she felt better about leaving Enid to explore the library.
Sneaking out at night was not new territory for Wednesday Addams, but it was the first time this semester that the girl had done so. It wasn’t that she was more conscientious of the rules, rather, without an on-going mystery she just didn’t have a reason to break them.
Wednesday dressed in the dark, the room illuminated only by the bathroom light seeping through the cracked open door. Enough light for her to see but not enough to wake Enid, just in case she was finally coming out of her torpor.
Wednesday felt a twinge of guilt leaving her ailing roommate alone but if she didn’t scratch the itch for knowledge she wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it. Her curiosity would keep her up all night. Besides, the sooner she went the sooner she’d return. Enid would never know she was gone.
As she fished her flashlight from her backpack she felt Thing pull on her pant leg. 'Where going?' He signed.
“Stay with Enid. I’ll be back in an hour.” The raven didn’t give the hand a chance to stop her before she disappeared through the door and into the hallway like a shadow.
As Wednesday expected, the school was completely silent. She didn’t have to worry about being seen but still she walked softly. She found the doors locked, in an attempt to make the school harder for strangers to enter after Crackstone’s invasion. The only unlocked doors would be the emergency exits which would surely trigger the fire alarm. No matter. It was an easy task for the girl to pick the locks, creating a pathway to the nightshade library, and more importantly, a path back to her room.
She slipped into Poe’s corridor and down the stairs. Moonlight from the large skylight filtered down giving the chamber an etherial glow. She didn’t even need her flashlight. She quickly spied Goya’s portrait. Time to see if her father was right. She turned the sad old painting to face the wall, then waited.
With a cascade of dust the wall split along the brick line, creaking on ancient hinges, the wall created a doorway. Wednesday clicked on her flashlight and aimed the beam into the dark room.
The room was shallow, only about six feet by eight. The walls were paneled floor to ceiling with bookcases. The only furniture, tucked away in the corner of the small alcove were a table no larger than a nightstand and a wooden chair, likely stolen from a classroom decades ago.
She looked for any signs that the room had been visited recently, disturbed dust or items that didn’t belong, but as far as she could tell nothing had been touched in years. She scanned the books' spines and, though she started to feel a flood of embarrassment at some of the more… unabashed titles, she forced herself to keep reading. Some of the books were fiction, some were guides or collections of essays about the topic of sex. The collection ranged from trashy erotica to actual academic sources but none of it was in any semblance of order.
It seems her mother organized the books by color and size rather than title, date, genre, or author. Wednesday scoffed. Of course Morticia would focus first and foremost on the aesthetics of her library.
As Wednesday spied titles that interested her, mostly nonfiction or informational texts, the stack on the table grew. She pulled any titles that referenced lesbians, non-penetrative sex, or historically taboo relationships. She laid a finger on the spine of one labeled A Beginner’s Guide to BDSM but couldn’t quite bring herself to add it to her stack. She shouldn’t get ahead of herself. She already had so much to learn just to be prepared for even a fairly vanilla relationship.
Maybe she’d come back for that one.
When she was satisfied with the hight of her book stack Wednesday sat at the table and, like a child reading comic books under their covers, she read the first book by flash-light. She didn’t waste time going page by page, instead she scanned the table of contents for the most useful chapters.
Wednesday flipped to a page broken up by rudimentary depictions of women together, naked, entangled. It wasn’t exactly the Kamasutra but it certainly created elaborate ideas of what two people could do together. The book was like an instruction manual for sex. She didn’t know they made books like this. How had her mother even found all these. No. Nope. She couldn’t think about her mother right now. She shook her head as if that would reset her brain.
Wednesday read on, not bothering to take notes as it all seemed rather intuitive once she saw it. Even after she had a good understanding of it she couldn’t stop herself from flipping to page after page in twisted awe of the sexual menagerie.
The Psychic’s pale skin made blushing obvious and there was little she could do to stop her body’s reaction to what she read. Typically, Wednesday lacked the empathy to be affected by written words but as her mind flashed with images of Enid in the situations she read about she found herself growing uncomfortably hot. She bounced her leg, unable to keep still.
Wednesday leaned over one of the few novels she’d picked up, intently reading a particularly titillating passage.
‘As Mina sank to her knees she peppered Lucy’s neck and collarbone with kisses. She cupped her breasts, pausing for a moment to enjoy the feeling of Lucy’s cleavage against her cheek. She felt slender fingers comb through her black hair. Mina crouched down further, pushing Lucy’s ruffles further up her legs. Mina eased her hands up Lucy’s thighs. She squeezed her lover’s soft, ample rear pulling Lucy forward, up against her face.
'Oh Mina!' Lucy moaned. 'Your talents are wasted on Johnathan. Let me enter you with my fangs and we can dance for all eternity.’
As if answering her Mina folded her tongue into Lucy- '
Somewhere in the main chamber a floorboard creaked. Wednesday was on her feet in an instant, her hackles raised, a knife appearing in her hand. From the corner of the tiny room she could see a faint shadow cast through the doorway by the moonlight. Her assailant was just a breath away.
Wednesday had to attack while she still had some element of surprise. She sprang from her hiding spot, slashing in a wide wild arch at the person in the doorway. The girl in the doorway. Enid.
“Wednesday!” Enid stumbled backward, her werewolf speed the only protection she had from the knife.
“Enid?…” Wednesday didn’t relax, but she lowered her blade. “I ...take it you feel better.”
Enid set her mouth in a hard disapproving line. “What are you doing down here?”
“Did you follow me?” Wednesday could’ve sworn no one saw her.
“Not that hard for a werewolf.” Enid crossed her arms, “Now answer the question.”
“It’s none of your business.” Wednesday hoped Enid couldn’t see into the small chamber behind her. “Go back to the room.”
“No! You don’t get to tell me off. Last time you snuck away in the middle of the night you almost got killed. I’m not letting you endanger yourself again.” Enid didn’t even try to swallow the growl that punctuated her sentence.
“Keep your voice down,” Wednesday whispered harshly. Her tone did nothing to dissuade the blonde who maintained her hard stare. The Raven sighed. “Go back to the room. Please.”
“Fine," Enid huffed. "I’ll go. But not without you.” Enid grabbed Wednesday’s wrist. Maybe the Addam’s girl should just cut her losses now. At this point Wednesday was just happy Enid didn’t seem to notice the peculiar books just behind her.
“Alright, you win.” She didn't fight has the werewolf lead her away.
Enid pulled Wednesday through the corridor, keeping close to the wall. Though there was no one awake in the quad to see them, walking near the open half of the walkway felt too exposed. It became obvious to Wednesday that Enid had followed her rather closely when she left for the library. She retraced Wednesday’s exact path, going back through all the doors who’s locks Wednesday had picked.
“What did you need from the Nightshades clubhouse that you couldn’t get during the day?” Enid whispered.
"I was simply looking for some, um-" Wednesday’s lie was mercifully cut off when a door clicked shut somewhere down the hall. A portly silhouette pulled a cart of cleaning supplies out of the staff bathroom and into the hallway. The janitor. The only person whose work was more easily done at night.
The two girls ducked into a nearby stairwell, wedging themselves beneath the harsh slant of the staircase. Wednesday rationed that he hadn’t heard them. He had a propensity for listening to an ancient walkman while he worked. Still if her noticed any movement he'd surely investigate.
Enid pressed into her, trapping her against the stairs. The werewolf rested a hand on the wall beside Wednesday’s head, steadying herself as the two crouched in the tiny space under the stairs. Her other hand gripped the Raven’s forearm protectively.
Heavy, booted footsteps and squeaky cart wheels tread up the hallway toward the girls’ hiding space. Wednesday could feel the rise and fall of Enid’s chest stop as she held her breath. Wednesday had hid from enough dangers to know that holding your breath was a gamble. If Enid held her breath for too long, if the janitor’s pace slowed too much, then she might end up gasping for air, making more noise than just breathing regularly. By the volume of the footsteps and their rhythm Wednesday could tell the janitor was still a ways away.
Wednesday leaned forward beside Enid’s head, her chest against Enid’s, her lips brushing her ear. “Just breathe. Slowly,” she spoken as quietly as she could, more of a breath than a whisper. Enid shivered and Wednesday felt a sigh of warm air on her neck.
The images Wednesday had subjected herself to in the library floated to the front of her mind. Images of bodies pressed together, hands disappearing into each other, mouths agape or busied. Her face felt warm. The place on her arm where Enid held her became the only thing she could think of. Well, it wasn’t the only part of the Raven’s body that had become distracting. Her face was still buried in Enid’s hair. She took in deep slow breaths of Enid’s pear shampoo. She was embarrassingly weak. She needed something else to focus on.
The footsteps. They were receding? When did the janitor pass them? A door opened. Then closed. Enid pulled back, sneaking a glance down the hallway. Enid released Wednesday’s arm but the goth instinctively chased her. Enid looked back to Wednesday. Her eyebrows came together gently as she took in the girl before her.
Wednesday couldn’t truthfully say who leaned in first but it didn’t really matter. She met Enid’s soft lips with her own. She didn’t have enough experience to know if this was how it was supposed go, but it felt completely different from Tyler. For starters, she was actually worried if she was doing this right. Should she open her mouth? Let Enid’s tongue explore her’s? Would it be too soon?
Enid’s werewolf nature made that decision for her as, with animalistic need, she pressed her tongue into the Raven’s mouth. Wednesday’s pulse quickened, again, something she usually only experienced when in danger. Was she in danger? She couldn’t think. Oxygen deprivation? It would make sense. She didn’t think she had taken a breath since Enid started kissing her. She took in desperate breathes whenever Enid would pull back enough to allow it.
Wednesday felt a rare passion build within her like an electrical current that needed a way out. It found it’s escape when Wednesday caged her arms around Enid, one of her hands snaking up the back of her head, weaving her fingers into her short hair. At least Enid’s hair gave Wednesday a decent handhold with which to pull the beast back when she needed a quick breath.
The slant of the wall made it difficult for the girls to press flush against each other and eventually Wednesday’s legs came out from under her. Luckily being crouched so near the floor meant there wasn’t far to fall. Landing on her butt, her knees separated and it took Enid no time at all to slot herself between them. She couldn’t ignore the tension there, directly under the seam in her jeans. She canted her hips in a pathetic need for pressure against the little pinpoint of nerves that all those books had been so fond of referencing.
How could she describe these feelings? Not just the one between her legs, but the pinch in her chest when she remembered it was Enid doing this to her. It was so foreign to her. The intensity she could only compare to the feeling of pain except with a physical sensation that was far more pleasant.
More pleasant but so unfamiliar. So uncontrollable.
Enid’s claws extended but she moved deftly. Wednesday hardly felt the brush of the sharp keratin as the werewolf’s hands grabbed at her hips. Instead she was hyper focused on the firm grip pushing up her sweater. Was this it? Were they going to go “all the way” in this hallway? She hadn’t expected that. She didn’t realize she had expectations. Was this how normal people did it? Most unexpected were the tears prickled at Wednesday’s eyes. What was happening to her? She was certain she didn’t dislike this but it was so much. It was too much.
Wednesday’s hands moved from Enid’s head to her shoulders. She pushed back against Enid. “Stop,” she plead breathlessly, her voice cracking. Enid stopped instantly. The ferocity of her kisses had disappeared. She pulled back. The worry in her eyes made Wednesday feel a pang of guilt despite herself.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” Enid ripped her hands away from Wednesday’s waist, as if the girl was a red-hot burner. “I’m sorry! I misread this. I didn’t mean to force you.”
“No, it’s…” The author couldn’t find her words. The situation was sensitive. The “situation” being Enid. It was like diffusing a bomb. The wrong words would severe that red wire and cause a rapturous explosion. Her next words could ruin the hard won friendship between them if she wasn’t oh so careful. Where should she even start? Probably with what’s most important. “You didn’t force me. I want to…”
“But?” Enid made a face. Never before had Wednesday so wished she could read emotions with the efficiency that every other person seemed to have. Enid’s brows were creased, her mouth a tight line, both signs of worry. However, her eyes, when Wednesday could force herself to look into them, were bright.
‘But what?’ Wednesday wondered. She hated this; not knowing how she felt. What was wrong with her? Why did her body ruining it for her? Wednesday shut her eyes, the closest thing she could do to running away. “It was just,” She took a break to think, “a lot.”
“That’s okay. We can stop.” Enid scooted back from between Wednesday’s legs. “I was just really excited that it was finally happening.”
“Finally?”
“TBH, I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now. Since, like last semester.” Enid nervously toyed with a lock of hair.
Last semester? Before she broke up with Ajax. Wednesday wondered if she was the impetus for their break up. She’d be lying if she said the thought didn’t bring her some twisted happiness.
Wednesday couldn’t speak. Enid’s gaze made Wednesday feel like she was in a spotlight; illuminated and exposed. The blonde’s stare wasn’t scrutinizing, just concerned, but still Wednesday could bear it.
“We should go back to the room.” Wednesday pushed herself up from the floor and took a few steps. When she didn’t hear Enid shuffle to stand behind her she turned back. The Raven wondered if something was wrong. Maybe the wolf needed some reassurance. What should she say? What would she want to hear right now?
“It wasn’t unpleasant.” Really? Was that the best she could do?
Still, Enid seemed to take it as a complement. She smiled up at Wednesday and reached out her hand. “Lift?” The psychic took her hand, helping her up. Wednesday could’ve let go once she had hoisted her friend up but she didn’t. She held Enid’s hand all the way back to their room.
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‘ASGAFTDGSHJG!!!!!’
Enid fought to keep her hands (or at least the hand Wednesday was holding) from shaking. She couldn’t wait to text Yoko about this! Or should she? Would Wednesday be okay with people knowing they were a thing? Were they a thing?
Wednesday held their door open for her. It was the first time she’d done something like that. The goth let go of her hand, and walked wordlessly to her side of the room.
Wednesday was always hard to read. Enid had gotten better at it over their time as friends but right now she felt completely blind. She said she liked it but what if she was just sparing the wolf’s feelings? It wasn’t like her to go out of her way to make people feel better but she’d done it for Enid before. She lied about liking the snood. What if she was doing it again?
“Enid?” Wednesday must’ve noticed Enid’s nervous silence. She crossed the room to meet her.
“I hope I didn’t offend you. When I said ‘no’.”
“You didn’t!” Enid barely let her finish. “I got carried away. I was just so…” Horny? No, she couldn’t say that to Wednesday. It would weird her out. “So.. ya know?”
Wednesday nodded thoughtfully. “I doubt it will come as a surprise to you, but I’m not the most experienced at… that sort of thing.”
“That’s okay! I want you to set the pace for us.”
“Are you certain? My pace will likely be… Victorian.”
“I will gladly be your old fashioned, love-letter writing suitor if that’s what you need!” As if to thank her, Wednesday rested her hands on Enid’s shoulders. Moving fast, she laid a chaste kiss on her cheek, over her scar.
“I want to try it again.” She blushed before adding, “Sometime soon.”
Enid squeaked, nodding gleefully. She couldn't wait! I mean, she could! And she would! Happily!