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It was Wednesday's second year attending the Rave'N and this time was even more nerve wracking than the first. Not because she didn't want to go, but because she actually did. She had a date whom she enjoyed the company of on most occasions, and that date had put a lot of effort into their outfits. In Enid's words, they were going to be the best looking couple since Wednesday's parents. Wednesday, of course, couldn't have cared less, but she let Enid's enthusiasm carry on for weeks leading up to the event. Now, it was finally here and Wednesday was submissive to her girlfriend's whims.
"Thing, I need you to get me the cape," Enid declared, rushing about like a chicken with her head cut off.
"How much longer do I have to stand still?" Wednesday asked, standing completely straight with her arms outstretched on either side resembling the perfect T.
"This is the final touch," Enid assured, gently guiding Wednesday's arms back down to her sides. The macabre looking girl was dressed in an elegant uniform that resembled that of some ethereal knight. Black fabrics clung to her in different layers as if she were made of shadows. A sword, more for show than anything else, was settled at Wednesday's side, and her hair was expertly pinned to the top of her head.
"Thing, it's not in that closet," Wednesday warned, watching the animated hand scurry about in search of the cape Enid requested. At long last he discovered the garment and returned it to Enid.
"Thank you," Enid smiled, moving behind Wednesday to pin it to her shoulders. The final look had Wednesday resembling an undead knight much to her liking. "What do you think?"
"I think it's lovely," Wednesday admitted, examining herself in the mirror. She could see Enid's bright smile looming over her shoulder and the excited sparkle in her eyes. "Now, do I get to boss you around while you dress?"
"Oh no. You get to wait outside," Enid insisted, clapping her hands together and bouncing on the balls of her feet. "It's a surprise. I want the full effect."
"You know when I get bored I resort to-"
"Homicide," Enid finished. "I know. I won't snitch. Just don't get blood everywhere, okay?"
"Fine," Wednesday shrugged. "Thing, stick around in case she needs help."
With mild enthusiasm, Wednesday made herself comfortable in the hallway waiting impatiently for her girlfriend to finish dressing. Under normal circumstances the quiet would have been nice, but it left Wednesday with an anxious feeling in her stomach. She didn't want to disappoint Enid at the dance, but given her history anything was possible. For all she knew, the entire school could collapse on them and it would inevitably be her fault.
Pressing her lips into a thin line, Wednesday thought about more pleasant things to soothe her nerves. She concocted a murder plan with ease. How she'd walk into Ajax's dorm and smother him with a pillow in order to feel the life leave his body. Not out of malice. More out of fun. The thought alone nearly brought a smile to her face.
"Okay, I'm ready!" Enid declared. Slowly easing the door open to reveal herself in a dress that was all too familiar to Wednesday. It was black from head to toe, the complete opposite of white and what Enid had donned last Rave'N.
"That's my dress," Wednesday noted, eyes scouring the girl in front of her.
"I made a few temporary alterations," Enid admitted, her pride slowly turning into a bashful sort of silence as Wednesday continued to study her with intense scrutiny.
Enid's pale skin contrasted perfectly with the dress itself, and it hugged her frame in a way Wednesday had yet to see based on her usual outfits. Enid liked sweaters and comfortable clothes on most occasions. This was more dangerous. Cutting edge even. Wednesday became acutely aware of the way her heart hammered in her ribs. It was nearly painful.
"You look exceptional in black. It suits you," she remarked, a tiny smile tugging at her lips. Immediately Enid's excitement returned but not without an intense blush. "I admit, I expected white."
"Well, I guess you aren't that psychic then," Enid teased, slowly taking Wednesday's hand in her own. She'd learned a while ago that Wednesday did better with touch if it wasn't rushed. Enid had to approach her slowly in most cases and give her the opportunity to refuse physical touch if need be.
"Maybe not. Now, let's get going. I don't want to be late," Wednesday worried, the tiniest crease forming in her eyebrows.
"Since when did you like dances?" Enid asked, arching a brow.
"I don't. That's precisely why I want to be early. I refuse to make an entrance," Wednesday replied, her gaze flicking up to Enid's face. It was then that she noticed the dark makeup adorning a normally pastel colored face. Again, Wednesday was struck by how beautiful Enid was in the color she loved more than anything else.
"Then let's get going," Enid insisted, syncing her steps with Wednesday's quickening ones.
They walked in silence for some time, hand in hand enjoying the other's company, but Wednesday couldn't shake the strange feeling that was slowly consuming her each time she looked at Enid's glowing face. The girl was an impeccable ray of sunshine even in black. A master piece in Wednesday's eyes, and one that she loved to study whenever Enid wasn't looking.
"Oooh! They're playing The Killers!" Enid exclaimed as the white venue came into view. Wednesday could feel the vibrations of the drums and bass already. It was going to be a long night, she was sure of it, and there was a good chance she'd lose her mind from all the noise.
"The Killers are a disappointing band. They don't kill anyone," Wednesday sighed, having grown excited when she first heard of them only to be irreparably betrayed.
"Maybe you should write them a letter. Give them some advice," Enid teased, running her thumb over Wednesday's knuckles. The touch alone was enough to send pins of electricity arching up the quiet girl's arm.
"I'll consider it." With that, Wednesday took a deep breath and ventured into the Rave'N with Enid in tow. Already the venue was packed with familiar and new faces all of which were dressed in acute shades of white. It hurt to look at. If Wednesday had it her way, she would have worn sunglasses to avoid damage to her retinas.
"You wanna dance?" Enid questioned, her eyes kind and gentle. She waited patiently for Wednesday to take in everything in the room. There was so much going on it took her a moment to process it all.
"Sure, but they'll all stare. Will you be okay with that?" Wednesday asked, knowing Enid cared about others' perception far more than she did.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Besides, I have you," Enid smiled, pressing a feather light kiss to Wednesday's cheek. The warmth alone made Wednesday's heart flutter.
Content with Enid's answer, Wednesday joined her on the dance floor where others had already taken up space. It was mildly claustrophobic in Wednesday's opinion, but she kept her eyes trained on Enid and her senses dulled. She was sucked into that beautiful blue gaze of the werewolf's and there was no escaping it. With nothing but Enid to think about, Wednesday let the music wash over her as she danced.
To others it was jerky and awkward, but Enid loved it. It was because of Wednesday that Enid grew comfortable enough to dance in her own unique spastic way. She learned to care a little less about other people and a little more about doing what she loved when she wanted to. Needless to say, the two black clad girls garnered odd looks from new students and warm smiles from old friends.
Much to Enid's surprise, Wednesday let out a short laugh followed by a wider smile as Enid jokingly performed the sprinkler. This only goaded her on to do even more out dated dance moves. Eventually, the blonde became so out of breathe she was bent in half with her hands on her knees. That's when the music slowed.
"Mm, looks like they noticed you," Wednesday joked dryly. "They assumed you needed a slow dance. To catch your breathe of course."
"Right," Enid laughed, rolling her eyes. Running a hand through her hair, the blonde straightened and extended her hand to Wednesday. The brunette regarded her curiously.
"I don't know how to slow dance," Wednesday reminded, keeping her hands firmly at her sides. "I will only embarrass you."
"You never embarrassed me, Wednesday," Enid assured. "Come on. I'll teach you."
With a bit of reluctance, Wednesday settled her hand in Enid's and was promptly pulled closer to the other girl. The blonde was gentle in adjusting Wednesday's hold on her and directing her on how the dance would go. Wednesday did her best to listen but it was difficult to do so when her heart continued to hear so loudly.
She'd rarely been intimate with Enid in public before. It scared her. The way her body reacted. The way Enid made her feel so strange at times. Like her thoughts were muddled with just the scent of the blonde.
"You okay?" Enid asked, pausing in their slow shuffle to tilt Wednesday's head up by taking her chin in her hand. "We don't have to do this if you don't want."
"No, it's all right," Wednesday insisted, bombarded by those soft blue eyes yet again and feeling a strange sensation continue to consume her. "There's just a lot of...stimulation."
"Right. If it gets to be too much we can leave," Enid promised, guiding Wednesday back into the dance where they'd left off. Dutiful as ever, the brunette kept her hands where they were meant to be, but at some point they left their designated spot. Soon enough, Wednesday had her arms wrapped around Enid's neck with her face buried in the crook of the blonde's shoulder.
Enid was painfully aware of the way Wednesday's breathe tickled at her neck, and how the other girl appeared to be lulled into some sort of trance. She had a sneaking suspicion as to why but hoped more than anything that it wasn't true. Otherwise it would be horribly embarrassing.
"Why do you smell like cookies?" Wednesday asked at last, her lips grazing the pulse point of Enid's neck.
"Oh! That was a new perfume I got. My dad actually sent it in the mail," Enid explained, rambling on about the issues of shipping the package. Apparently it had gotten lost for some time only to miraculously appear yet again. "You aren't listening are you?"
"Pardon?" Wednesday asked, taking a step back. The distance between them felt impeccably cold and it was as if Wednesday's skin wanted to crawl off of her body if she wasn't pressed against Enid again.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Enid worried, taking Wednesday's face in her hands. The blonde's warm hands framed Wednesday's face with ease and the brunette found herself leaning into the touch. She was used to Enid's affections by now. Enjoyed them even, but this made her stomach coil in an unfamiliar way.
"Admittedly, I feel...strange," Wednesday confessed.
"How so?" Enid asked.
"I'd rather not talk about it here," Wednesday warned, her expression turning wary and defensive as if she suddenly remembered where they were. She hadn't realized it at the time, but she'd been staring intently at the slope of Enid's shoulders and the tiny divot at the base of her neck.
"That's okay. We can leave," Enid promised, taking Wednesday's hand in her own and escorting the smaller girl away from the crowd.
"Leaving so soon? That means someone's gonna get laid!" Came a hounding voice that set Wednesday's nerves on edge. Enid was quick to pick up on her girlfriend's quiet fury.
"He's drunk. Don't mind him."
"He's callous and insufferable," Wednesday retorted. "I will not have my private life be publicly mocked."
"Come on. Don't let him ruin the night. We can hang him by his toes later, okay?" Enid soothed, settling a hand on Wednesday's cheek. Immediately all thought of homicide vanished and all Wednesday could think about was Enid. Without saying another word, she let the blonde drag her away from the dance and back towards their dorm room.
Without the loud percussive music bombarding her from every direction, Wednesday was able to think clearer. She assessed her current state of being and began to piece together what she'd say to Enid.
"Enid," Wednesday started, as they stepped into the large windowed room. "I find that I am highly attracted to you."
"I would hope so. You're my girlfriend," Enid laughed, shutting the door behind them.
"No, Enid. I mean that I'm more attracted than normal. It's hard to explain. I've never felt like this before," Wednesday admitted, her gaze trained on the floor.
"Oh," Enid nodded, moving to stand in front of the smaller girl. "Is it some sort of feeling?"
"Yes," Wednesday nodded, struggling to meet Enid's intense stare. "It's like a strange sort of tightness. Like a wound up spring."
"Do you feel it up high or down low?" Enid asked.
"Well, I feel it everywhere but mainly here," Wednesday explained, settling a hand on her lower abdomen. "Like everything is radiating outwards."
"I see," Enid mused, a playful glint radiating in her eyes.
"Well?" Wednesday asked, uncomfortable with the silence for once.
"You're just horny," Enid shrugged. "It happens. You're nearly seventeen right? You've felt it before?"
"I have no idea what that means," Wednesday frowned.
"It means your body wants sex," Enid explained, keeping it as direct and blunt as possible. Wednesday understood that better than beating around the bush.
"I've never had sex. Why would I want it?"Wednesday asked, doing her best to understand the the situation. "How would you know the feeling I'm having? Have you had sex?"
"That's a little personal to ask but no, no I haven't," Enid replied.
"Sex is gross but somehow my body desires this abstract concept for no reason?” Was the next question.
"To be honest, I'm probably not helping the matter," Enid blushed.
"What do you mean?" Wednesday frowned.
"You know how I'm a werewolf right? Well, there's certain things that come with being a werewolf. For example, pheromones. You know what those are."
"I do."
"And you're an attractive person who happens to be my girlfriend so...the more attracted I am to you the more I uh, well, you get it," Enid stammered, watching as Wednesday put the pieces together.
"I see," Wednesday nodded. "That explains it. Thank you."
"Yeah, no problem," Enid nodded, clearing her throat. She wasn't exactly sure what to do with the information she'd just gathered but it was clear Wednesday didn't want to move forward with it. The brunette move to her side of the room and set down the sword that'd been strapped to her hip. Settling in bed, Wednesday stared intently at the ceiling.
Stifling a laugh, Enid shook her head and moved to her side of the room. She carefully removed her shoes, her feet aching ever so slightly from the amount of dancing they'd done. Then, using the mirror to see, she undid the back of her dress and eagerly shimmied out of it.
All the while Wednesday who'd been staring at the ceiling was no sitting upright straight as a board staring intently at Enid. She knew it was weird, wrong even, but the other girl's presence was impossible to ignore. And now, Wednesday found herself taking note of Enid's body in ways she hadn't before.
The scars that traversed the blonde's back were still red and raw looking underneath the light. Wednesday couldn't help but recall all the times she'd changed Enid's bandages during the healing process. It'd been a long and arduous one. He face having mended quicker. Shaking her head, Wednesday tried to focus on something else but her eyes settled back on the sharp curve of Enid's shoulder blades, then the back of her neck that was so easily kissable, and then the two little dips on the back of Enid's pelvis just above the band of her underwear.
For a moment Wednesday wondered what it would be like to to touch that small spot. What kind of reaction she'd garner from Enid, if anything. Frankly, Wednesday wanted to run a finger over every bump in Enid's spine. To trace the curve of her ribs and feel the slope of her collar bone.
"I can feel you staring," Enid noted, glancing over her shoulder to see a mortified Wednesday fighting off a vibrant red blush. "You're curious."
"Am not," Wednesday retorted, her voice uncharacteristically fracturing. Thing scurried out from under the bed and became a frantic signing mess declaring that Wednesday was, in fact, staring.
"It's okay. I promise," Enid assured, facing the other girl fully. Much to Wednesday's joy and dismay, Enid's black colored bra and underwear only made her even more flustered. Maybe there was a reason Enid only wore bright colors. The blonde had known all along what it would do to Wednesday if she'd donned a black aesthetic.
"It isn't. I was rude. You're entitled to your privacy," Wednesday muttered, her hands fidgeting nervously in her lap.
"Wednesday, don't do that," Enid frowned, approaching the brunette and kneeling in front of her so Wednesday couldn't avoid those beautiful blue eyes. "It's okay to be curious. Really, I don't mind. Here."
Moving slowly, Enid took one of Wednesday's cold hands in her own and settled it atop her bare side before doing the same with the other. Wednesday sat perfectly still, eyes wide and face red like she was about to combust.
"You're really warm," Wednesday remarked, her usual quick tongue abandoning her.
"You're really cold," Enid laughed, goosebumps already settling on her skin beneath Wednesday's hands. "You don't have to sit still. You can explore."
"Explore?"
"Yeah," Enid nodded eagerly, moving one of Wednesday's hands along her side. "Take whatever notes you want."
This drew a small smile from the brunette and with a shaky sigh she let her hands start to wander. Her fingertips traced the ridges of Enid's ribs. The blonde's heart was beating so hard Wednesday could feel it. Somewhat invigorated by this, she let her hands wander with renewed energy. She stared intently at Enid like before, her mind soaking up every detail of the other girl. Losing herself in the process, Wednesday crashed back to reality as her fingertips ever so slightly hooked beneath Enid's bra.
Her hands retreated immediately followed be a deep look of apology that Enid was quick to wave away. As if to completely soothe Wednesday's nerves, the blonde gave her a firm kiss. "Go on. I promise I'll tell you to stop if it makes me uncomfortable."
"You better, or I will find a thousand ways to ruin your favorite teddy bear," Wednesday countered, eyeing Enid seriously.
“Noted,” Enid laughed, fighting off a shiver as Wednesday’s cold hands found her again. With shaking hands, Wednesday stripped Enid of her bra, setting the garment carefully aside. Then she sat just like before observing and unmoving. After an extended period of silence Wednesday finally spoke.
“You‘re more beautiful than blood red snow,” the brunette whispered, her expression somehow soft despite the glare that remained plastered to her face. “Your proportions are impeccable. Your bone structure impeccably admirable all things considered and your heart beat is…strong.”
“Thank you,” Enid smiled bashfully, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear.
“I mean it,” Wednesday insisted, her hands finding Enid’s waist and brushing her thumbs over her hip bones. “I’ve never seen a body like yours. Actually, I don’t think anyone’s willingly let me see a body.”
“Understandable,” Enid laughed, taking Wednesday’s hands in her own and pressing light kisses to her knuckles. “Most people don’t take kindly to someone digging up graves.”
“I’d dig up yours everyday just to look at you,” the brunette whispered, wrapping her arms loosely around Enid’s waist and settling her head against the blonde’s bare stomach. “Cara Mia.”
The last bit would have been inaudible to anyone other than Enid. For once she was grateful for her heightened senses. Closing her eyes, Enid carefully undid Wednesday’s hair to run her hands through it.
“Do you still feel strange?” Enid asked, gently prying Wednesday away from her.
“No,” Wednesday admitted. “I feel, calm. Wanted.”
“Good,” Enid smiled.
“And I’ve learned that just because sex isn’t my thing doesn’t mean I can’t be curious. And unfortunately sometimes you just get horny for no reason. Which is dumb. I dislike that part greatly.” Wednesday frowned, the corners of her eyes closing ever so slightly. “How do you manage it?”
“That is yet another personal question, but I’ll let you in on a little secret.” Leaning in, Enid whispered something rather unexpected that surprised but also pleased Wednesday. It was hard to keep from looking smug. “Now. What do you say we call it a night and get some sleep?”
“I’d like that,” Wednesday nodded, taking Enid by the hand and pulling her down onto the mattress. Before the blonde could do or say anything, Wednesday had latched onto her like a tiny koala. Laughing softly, Enid, pressed a kiss to the top of Wednesday’s head before nestling her face in the brunette’s hair.
“Goodnight, Wennie,” Enid whispered, holding Wednesday just as tight.
“Goodnight, Sinclair,” Wednesday mumbled.