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Wednesday sleeps flat on her back, her arms crossed across her chest, like a vampire, or a corpse.
Enid has established Wednesday is not a vampire, and further is no corpse – her body temperature runs cold, but she’s among the living. Enid hears the patter of her heart when she gets close, and on the rare occasion she touches her skin, it’s soft and alive.
Lying in her bed across the room, Enid traces the bridge of Wednesday’s sleeping nose with her eyes. The silhouette of her roommate is dark in shadow against the wall behind her. Enid tries to catch the subtlety of the rise and fall of her breathing.
And then she groans and turns away to bury her face in her favourite pink pillow.
This is getting ridiculous. Well, not that it wasn’t ridiculous from the very beginning.
When Wednesday had first walked into their shared room, Enid’s heart had skipped a beat when she registered how her black hair shone in the light, the way her eyes were dark and foreboding but open and full of a vivid type of passion, the way her lips curved into a bow, the way –
Yeah. Enid fell hard and fast and it was bad.
Since then, the two of them fought, and made up, and grew the strange little friendship that Enid treasures so much. At first, it was much easier to hide her feelings – she had Ajax, who was actually really cute and pretty fun. A welcome distraction, and when Wednesday would roll her eyes in that dismissive and adorable way, Enid could focus real hard on her last Ajax encounter and not completely lose her mind.
But the first day of winter break, Ajax had facetimed and explained that he liked dating, but thought they would be better as friends. In a way, Enid agreed. However… goodbye welcome distraction.
The second day of winter break, Enid sent Wednesday a ‘Hey 😊’ text and then hid her phone under her pillow, determined not to look at it for an hour – not to think about Wednesday texting her back – or to think about Wednesday not texting her back.
And now here they are. Back in their dorm, the tiny gothic opting to remain at the school, stating ‘This is where I am most likely to witness gruesome murders.’ And here Enid is, once again, watching the bridge of Wednesday’s nose from across the room as she sleeps, and pining like it’s her full time job.
Cheeks hot with a combination of her own inappropriate thoughts and her face’s unceremonious burial in the pillow, Enid lifts her head up, and officially deems sleep to be a lost cause tonight. Quietly, she slides her bare feet to the floor and winces at the cold.
A hot drink. Maybe that would help.
Enid throws on a fuzzy pink housecoat, and leaves the dorm, pulling the heavy door shut behind her gently so as to not wake her frustratingly cute roommate.
The walk along the stone corridor clears her head a little, and by the time she reaches the kitchen she’s feeling pretty good. Maybe not just a hot chocolate, but also a snack, Enid thinks. She makes her way to the cupboard where the sweets are held and slides her claws out to snip through the lock.
“Breaking and entering. I applaud the subterfuge.”
Enid jumps at the voice – a cool, chill down your spine voice that she would recognize anywhere. She spins, to see Wednesday standing in the now closed kitchen entranceway, dressed fully somehow in her school shirt and tie, eyes glimmering.
Speaking of a snack.
No, stop it, Enid chides herself, shaking her head slightly to dislodge that treacherous line of thinking. “You followed me,” she says after a moment. And she frowns. “I didn’t smell you.”
The corner of Wednesday’s mouth twitches, and she pulls a small cheesecloth packet out of her pocket, waving it slightly before tossing it aside.
Enid laughs quietly, getting it. “Coffee grounds.”
“Tyler was a homicidal maniac, but he had some good tracking tips.”
“Right,” says Enid. “And you were tracking me because?”
Wednesday steps forward from the entranceway into the kitchen, walking slowly and carefully and Enid suddenly feels rather like she is hapless prey, being stalked by a graceful and deadly predator. She swallows hard.
“You’re not about to kill me, are you?”
Now the darker haired girl is only a few feet away from Enid, on the other side of the kitchen island where Enid was making her snack. Wednesday’s expression is stoic as ever. “No, if I was here to kill you, you never even would have seen me.”
“Comforting.”
Wednesday acknowledges that with a nod. “No – I’m actually here as a gesture of goodwill.”
Enid would roll her eyes if she wasn’t legitimately a bit frightened. How did she even like this girl? Talking in circles all the time. “Spell it out, Wednesday.”
Wednesday’s eyes narrow a bit, but there is now vague touch of amusement that lines her features. “Very well. I’m here because I’ve noticed that you are lagging behind, and I would like to suggest that you get a move on.”
Enid stares, exasperated at this complete lack of an explanation. “What?”
Now Wednesday moves again. Almost catlike, she stalks around the kitchen island, moving around it one calculated step at a time, posture ramrod straight and arms crossed at her chest, eyes unblinkingly focused on Enid.
A familiar jump in her stomach and heat in her face, as her roommate walks closer, dark eyes so deep and filled with mystery, lips so perfectly –
Stop it, Enid tells herself.
Wednesday reaches her – now on her side of the island, uncrossing her arms, one hand placed delicately on the counter where Enid had placed a mug for hot chocolate. She is standing uncharacteristically close. Enid looks down at the shorter girl. Smells the vague smell of fresh earth and smoke. Tries to count her eyelashes –
Stop it! She shakes herself.
Wednesday stares into her eyes. “You are aware that since my arrival here, there have been multiple incidents of other students pursuing me – romantically.” The words drip from her lips like syrup. “Clumsily, I might add. But with purpose.”
Wednesday is so close that Enid is having trouble finding any words at all. “Yes…” she manages, and her own voice sounds faint in her ears.
Now the dark eyed girl takes an almost imperceptible step closer. Enid feels her heart rate speed up.
“Tyler first, of course,” continues Wednesday, her tone flat as always, but somehow completely captivating. “With his repeated advances, his forthright confrontations. Of course, he turned out to be a monster out to destroy us all. But he was committed, I’ll give him that.” She inhales softly, and turns her head slightly to the side. Enid feels like she is being x-rayed.
“And then Xavier – with his lurking about and insistence on being ‘on my side’.” She emphasizes the last three words with a slight shake of her head. “Less outright with it than Tyler. But explicit enough to get his point across.”
Enid tries very hard to not make any embarrassing noises when she hears Wednesday say the word ‘explicit.’
“And then, we came back from winter break,” says Wednesday. “And I noticed that you are deeply and hopelessly attracted to me.”
Oh shit. Enid’s mouth drops open, and she struggles to say something, anything.
Wednesday cuts her off before she can, shaking her head slightly. “And probably you have been for a while, if I suspect correctly. Maybe Ajax was distracting you before. Am I close?”
Enid is still shell shocked. She knew this whole time? “You’re not…. Far.”
Wednesday nods soberly. “Ah, perhaps you thought I didn’t notice. That was foolish of you.” She taps her fingers gently on the island’s counter top. “I deduced it quite easily. When you’re around me, you flush. You fall silent.”
She slides her hand along the counter, and very softly, she takes hold of Enid’s wrist, and turns it over. Enid feels like she can’t breathe as the cold thin fingers grasp her pulse point gently – and squeeze.
“Your heart rate speeds up when I touch you,” continues Wednesday. The corners of her mouth twitch and Enid realizes she is deeply enjoying herself. “And you stare. You stare a lot.”
“That’s embarrassing,” mumbles Enid, transfixed.
They’re very close now, standing alone in the kitchen. Wednesday keeps hold of her wrist, and inhales slowly, and her eyes are dark and Enid notices – her pupils wide.
“What’s embarrassing,” continues the shorter girl, and her voice is the tiniest bit quieter, but Enid hears every word crystal clear. “Is that given your obvious desire for me, you’ve not made a single advance.” She cocks her head to the side. “Which of course means that you’ve fallen quite behind the likes of Tyler and Xavier. And it’s not as though either of them even have much of a shot.”
“Oh,” says Enid, mouth very dry.
Slowly, Wednesday’s fingers slide up the inside of Enid’s arm, almost to her elbow. Nails dig gently into her flesh and Enid is for sure going to lose her mind.
“And so the real question, Enid,” Wednesday continues, and now below her wide, dark eyes, there is an almost imperceptible smirk. “Is what are you going to do about it?”
Something inside Enid snaps. Nerves and what ifs and shouldn’ts all get wiped away as a deep growl sounds in her throat, and she pushes forward, hands grasping her roommate’s face and pulling her in to a wild and desperate kiss.
As far gone as she is, Enid registers the quiet moan of satisfaction that escapes Wednesday, and this only drives her further. She’s not gentle, but the two of them form a rhythm – deep kisses are exchanged as the werewolf backs the smaller girl up against the island, pulling her closer, trying to touch every bit of her that she can –
Wednesday pushes a hand into her hair, and gasps against her lips, and Enid pulls back, catching her breath. The view is breathtaking – Wednesday is flushed, lips red from kissing, eyes bright and full of passion.
Enid pants, gaining her breath back, and then smiles. “So. How was that?”
Wednesday nods, expression impressively impassive, but with a glint of mischief in her eye. “Good. But – I think we can do even better.”
Enid thinks she’s probably right about that.