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There was endless pacing within the room. It used to bother Wednesday to no end when she first got here. Normally she would have killed the source but in this case it was her roommate Enid who she had grown to tolerate.
As long as she wasn’t bothering Wednesday in her reading and plotting her latest escape attempt it would be fine. And Enid wasn’t that bad overall, she did help her solve the murder mystery and she learned what Wednesday’s boundaries were. But she was so damn on edge right now, it was also getting to Wednesday.
Enid knew all of this because Wednesday had told her about it.
The thing is Enid did this every full moon, she couldn’t help it. She paced back and forth on her side of the room, clenching and unclenching her fists as her claws kept retracting, she growled and snarled and snapped her teeth at nothing to soothe her aching fangs and her wolf ears kept twitching and bending towards Wednesday every time she turned the page in her book or Thing peaked in the room and then ran back out when Enid would glare at him.
“Stop that.” Wednesday commanded, her voice betraying her mind annoyance where her expression remained passive.
“Stop what?” Enid stopped and looked at her, “I’m not doing anything.” Someone was defensive.
Her ears twitched again. Wednesday’s eyes followed their movement. They looked soft. Really soft. She’d noticed them before of course, they would sometimes pop up when Enid was excited or her emotions were heightened. Or now, as this was the best she could do to transform under the full moon and release her pent up energy. And damn was Wednesday curious about them. She’d been fighting off that curiosity for a long time.
It was time to do something about it.
“Enid, come here.” Wednesday put the book down and patted the empty spot on her bed.
Enid chuckled, “So you can finally kill me?”
“If I wanted you dead you would have never survived our first night as roommates. Now don’t make me repeat myself. There’s something I’m curious about.” Wednesday scooted over and bend her legs in a seating position. Then she just waited, not saying a word.
This had to be some kind of trap Enid concluded. But there wasn’t a knife nearby that Wednesday could stab her with. Her instincts weren’t on alert either.
She sat down, on the opposite side of the goth girl, in the same position, her hands in her lap, her ears pointed towards her.
Wednesday looked her over. Enid showed no signs of aggression despite the full moon. She showed no signs of anything except being irritated. Which she apparently solved by endless pacing. As soon as Wednesday was done with this Enid could go back to it.
Enid expected a lot of things from Wednesday. Knifes, words just as sharp, poison, traps, elaborate plans, but never for her to reach out and run her fingers around the base of her ears. The touch lit every cell inside her on fire.
She jumped back and almost hit her head against the wall, “What the fuck?” Her ears pressed flat against her head while Wednesday tilted her head and looked at her offending hands.
“Hm. As I suspected. Soft. Incredibly so.” She commented as if she was a food critic tasting a new dish, or an artist looking over a display piece in a gallery.
“What?” Enid blinked, confused.
“Your ears. I was curious about them.” She had thought it was obvious really.
“Oh.” Enid blushed the same shade as her favorite sweater, “Well you can’t just go around touching a werewolf’s ears you know. They’re very sensitive. You should always ask for permission.”
“Alright. Can I touch your ears?” Wednesday asked, again in her usual deadpan voice, although Enid thought she saw her eyes sparkle for just a moment. Or maybe it was just the full moon getting to her. Yeah, that’s all there was. That’s why it was hot all of a sudden too, it was just the full moon. Nothing Enid couldn’t handle.
“A-Again? Uhm... but it’s...” Why was she so embarrassed? This was just Wednesday. Her roommate and sort of friend. Then again no one’s ever asked her this before and it felt very intimate to her, even if Wednesday was only asking out of some kind of scientific curiosity. “Just a little bit okay? And don’t pull or I’ll rip your throat out.”
“How romantic.” She smiled. Wednesday actually smiled at her. Holy shit. And it wasn’t in a scary, maniacal, gonna-kill-you-now way.
This was bad. Enid’s heart was beating way too fast.
She let out an involuntary squeal when Wednesday touched her ears again. It gave both her and Wednesday pause, “Are you alright?”
“Y-Yeah. Like I said, they’re sensitive.” Enid closed her eyes to try to get a hold of herself. This proved to be a mistake. With her eyes closed she could feel Wednesday’s clumsy, curious touch better, feel her fingers run through and against the fur, she could smell the shampoo Wednesday used, and ashes and books.
It was driving her mad. She groaned and quickly pressed her hand over her mouth, her thumb against her fangs. Her head was spinning as her mind focused on the sensations around her.
She felt Wednesday’s hands fall away and thought she was safe, “Are you alright? Your face is all red. Are you running a fever perhaps?”
Wednesday sounded much closer than before. Enid opened her eyes and found that Wednesday was inches away from her. It was too much, the closeness, the scent, the touch, she needed to get away from it, she needed more. On instinct she pushed forward.
“You smell nice.” Enid growled as she grabbed Wednesday by the shoulders and dug her claws into the girl’s skin. “I want to... I don’t even know. Fuck.” Wednesday stood still as Enid nosed her neck, searching for more of that sweet scent. It made her mouth water, her pupils expand, every hair on her body stood on end.
“That’s enough Enid.” Wednesday frowned when the girl just stood there and shook her head, she didn’t want to leave, “I said enough.” Wednesday pushed on Enid’s shoulder, still she didn’t budge. Fine, plan B then. She grabbed a fistful of Enid’s annoyingly colorful hair and yanked her back as hard as she could.
Enid let out a sound between a howl and snarl as she bared her fangs at the girl in front of her, “You wanna fight Addams?” Normally that move wouldn’t be seen as anything aggressive, just Wednesday trying to move Enid away from her personal space.
And yet her inner wolf was roaring to be let out and play.
“Always. But not with someone who’s struggling to form a single thought. You’d be no fun for me.” Wednesday tugged at Enid’s hair again and this time the werewolf allowed herself to be pulled back just a little. “See?”
“I can still tear you apart.” Enid would have to be extremely dizzy to not notice the way Wednesday’s eyes dropped to her lips when she said that. This girl had the strangest ideas of flirting. “I could leave you shaking and covered in blood. So you might want to let me go before I lose it Addams.”
“What if I want you to? Maybe it would be good for you.” Wednesday scratched the base of Enid’s left ear, making it twitch and flinch under her touch.
“But it wouldn’t be good for you. I can be really dangerous.” Enid leaned in a little closer, her lips almost brushing against Wednesday’s.
“You should have figured it out by now Enid, I love danger.” Their kiss was nothing like Enid would read in books or see in romance movies, there was nothing sweet or soft or tender about it. It was too rough, too needy, too much of them trying to overpower one another, too much of their hands pulling each other closer.
Feeling very bold Enid did something she never did to anyone she kissed before. She bit Wednesday’s lower lip, hard. “Dangerous enough for you?” Enid asked as Wednesday pulled away to lick at her lip. She was bleeding, just a little but still. Oh shit, had she gone too far?
“Not nearly enough I’d say.” Wednesday’s pupils were now almost as wide as Enid’s, her hands lowering down to cup the werewolf’s jaw.
“Freak.” Enid laughed and suddenly had the urge to tackle Wednesday into a hug. And she would have if she didn’t think it would result in an actual stabbing. That she did not want to do, it would really break the mood.
“Pup.” Wednesday laughed back, and it made warmth bloom inside Enid’s chest. She went in for another kiss only to have Wednesday’s hand stop her. If she was a less mature person she would have licked her palm in retaliation. “Not so fast. I have no plans of getting mauled by a pent up werewolf. While I absolutely despise the idea of courtship I know my parents would except nothing less. Therefore I expect an invitation to a date by sometime tomorrow.”
Enid blinked slowly. Was she hearing this right? Why was Wednesday talking about her parents? Did she plan on taking Enid to meet them? But it was too soon for that. “But... the full moon is tonight. What am I supposed to do?”
“You could start by lending me your shoulder to rest my head on while I read. Disgusting I know but you seem to crave closeness. And if I was taught anything by my parents it is that a relationship requires a mutual give and take.” She scooted away and back up against the bed frame. Enid was by her side in a manner of seconds, handing her the book she was reading, “Hm, perhaps we could play fetch sometime.”
“Don’t push it.” Enid slowly put one arms around Wednesday’s hip and pulled her close. “How are you so damn cold? The temperature in the room is always the same.”
“It’s an Addams thing. You’ll get used to it.” Again, there was a lot Wednesday was implying here but Enid knew better than to bother her when she was focused on reading. Yet this was a surprisingly good outcome for them both, one that neither of them saw coming when they first met. It was perfect, Enid wouldn’t change a thing.
Except maybe figuring it out sooner but the two had plenty of time to make up for it.