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It was oddly comforting. Holding Enid's hand. Touch had always been something she loathed, especially from people she didn't know well. But for some reason, she rather enjoyed when Enid touched her.
Wednesday liked the way Enid held her hand tightly whenever she was scared. Gripping it as if Wednesday was her only lifeline keeping her safe from the "big, bad monsters." She had recently found herself reveling in playing protector for the werewolf.
Wednesday enjoyed the way Enid would clasp their hands together in excitement, tugging them closer to her chest. How odd. She'd found such acts of passion trivial and childish, but with Enid…she couldn't help but want more.
Which brought her to her current conundrum.
Usually during her writing time, the ideas flowed like fresh blood, beautifully staining her pages. But she was distracted. Wednesday could feel the cold embrace of sleep grasping for her with its ghastly claws and Enid was colorfully wrapped up in her seemingly warm blankets. Though Wednesday didn't see why she'd need them considering the werewolf ran warm as it was.
"Wednesday, I can see your head drooping from here, love."
Immediately, Wednesday straightened, her back stiffening. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Enid hummed and then there was silence in their shared dorm for a brief moment. Arms wrapped over Wednesday's shoulders, hugging her from behind.
She tensed. If she hadn't known Enid by her cloying flowery scent and the weight of her steps, the other girl probably wouldn't have escaped unscathed.
"Wednesday, come take a nap with me." Enid's breath so close to her ear made her shiver. "You've spent the past week on late night stake-outs and unfortunately, your body is coming to collect its toll."
Enid brushed a gentle kiss to the side of Wednesday's head. "Take a nap with me, love. And then you can go back to writing your novels and staking out that old cave."
That was the moment Wednesday found herself sinking deeper into her friend's—her partner's— embrace. Willingly prolonging the contact of another being to her skin. How odd it was. Finding comfort in another's touch.
The warmth of Enid's body seeped through her cold skin, causing her eyelids to droop even further.
"Just a quick one, then," Wednesday reluctantly conceded. She could feel herself entering that space between sleep and awake and barely managed to put her feet in front of her as Enid guided them back to her bed.
As Wednesday laid on the bed, she could feel her skin begin to itch because of all the colors. But it seemed Enid had prepared for this as she pulled a jet black weighted blanket from a trunk that now sat at the foot of the bed. As Enid pulled it over the both of them, Wednesday's skin immediately began to settle.
"Thing helped me pick it out," Enid said, answering her silent question. "I figured you wouldn't willingly stay near my side of the room for long unless there was at least one black item present."
Wednesday nodded sagely. "An astute conclusion."
Enid chuckled. "Come, love. Rest. I'll wake you in a bit."
She doubted the validity of that statement, but her eyes were already falling shut, heavy as tombstones. So Wednesday rested, her hand laying firmly in Enid's even as her whole body curled toward the warmth that emanated from the werewolf.
It was the best Wednesday had ever slept.