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Wednesday’s eyebrows rose when Tyler stormed past her into her dorm, not even acknowledging her before he started cussing in a mixture of English and Québécois as he paced back and forth between Enid’s and Wednesday’s halves of their room.
“That ostie de trou de cul! If not for Enid and Ajax holding me back, I would have smashed his self-righteous face in!”
Now Wednesday blinked. She had never seen Tyler so agitated before. He rarely swore, and he only used Québécois, of which he had picked up a little from his mother before she died, when he was truly pissed off. Despite (or maybe because of) his being a Hyde, he usually had himself under admirable control, even when he was being bullied or hazed. (Also, him using French did things to her, but she would never admit that.)
“Who is this ‘fucking asshole’ you speak of, and what did he do?” she asked, though she had a suspicion.
“Xavier!” he spat in confirmation, shooting her a quick look on his next pass. “He...” Tyler growled, clearly reluctant to go on.
Wednesday crossed her arms and raised both eyebrows at him. There was no way she’d let him complain about Xavier without explaining what he’d done or said to enrage Tyler this much.
Finally, he stopped just on her side of the border, running his hand through his hair and gesticulating wildly as he explained, “That self-righteous prick told me, and I quote, ‘Don’t think you’re better than me just because Wednesday lets you stick your dick in her for now. The moment she’s had enough, she’ll kick you to the curb without a second thought.’ Thank goodness Enid and Ajax held me back while Bianca, Kent, Yoko and Divina dragged that enfant d'chienne out of the quad. I—we—never wanted to maul someone so bad in my life.”
He ran his hands down his face and took a deep breath, then turned to look at her. “Um... why aren’t you saying anything?”
Wednesday tilted her head. “Since when do you let what Xavier says get to you so much?”
Tyler threw up his hands. “Because it’s not true! We’re not having sex; we’re not even together! I mean where did he even get that idea?”
Wednesday still felt confused. “Are you upset because Xavier thinks that we are having sex, or because of the fact that we are not?”
“I’m upset because he assumes that all you keep me around for is sex, and once you’ve had enough you’d drop me like a hot potato! He has the gall to assume that you’d be that shallow; hell he presumes to know what we are to each other when he clearly doesn’t! It’s none of his business anyway! And all that when you’re not even interested—”
“Who says I’m not interested?” she cut through his rant.
Tyler stared at her, mouth open. ‘Y-you did!”
“When?”
“All the time! One of the first things you complained to me about was the constant obsession of the Nevermore student body at large with who is with whom. And again when Enid was trying to set you up with people when you had no interest whatsoever!”
“That was four months ago. And I had no interest in those people.”
Tyler continued, “And there were several times when you said you never saw the appeal in sex or relationships. You keep going on about how your parents’ public displays of affection are abhorrent to you.”
Wednesday rolled her eyes. “For the former, I spoke in past tense. For the latter, I have seen jackals with more self control than my parents. I wouldn’t be half as put off if they were more discreet in showing their mutual affection.”
Tyler blinked at her once, twice, thrice. “What are you saying? Are you... interested?”
Wednesday sighed and bit her lip before admitting softly, “I might be. If the right person were interested, too.”
“And you think they aren’t?”
She shrugged and looked toward the window, arms moving to hug her torso. “Sometimes I think they are, but sometimes I think they aren’t.”
She could feel Tyler’s eyes studying her closely before he spoke again, his voice gentle. “Wednesday? Is the right person... me?”
She just looked at him, head held high, lips pressed together tightly to keep them from trembling. She had never before let herself be so vulnerable. No one else had ever been worth the effort.
His hazel eyes never leaving hers, Tyler stepped closer and gently took her by her shoulders, moving slowly enough that she could evade him. “Wednesday... I would happily be your friend for the rest of our lives, but I’ve been gone on you since almost the day we met. I just never said anything because I thought you weren’t interested.”
All she could do was stare at him, eyes wide.
He moved even closer, leaning down a little, and asked softly, “Can I kiss you?”
Wednesday flung her arms around his neck and rose to the tips of her toes, pressing her lips against his. It was clumsy at first, but she copied the way Tyler moved his lips against hers and soon it felt like they’d done this a hundred times before. He adjusted their angle, cradling her face gently between his hands, and soon their kiss deepened until they finally had to break for air. Wednesday felt like her body was floating and simultaneously had been set aflame.
“I want you,” she gasped, pulling him towards her bed.
Tyler’s eyes widened. “Whoa, don’t you think we should take it a bit slower?”
She shook her head impatiently. “We’ve wasted months already, that’s slow enough, don’t you think? We both know we want this.”
The Hyde shone through in Tyler’s answering smirk. ”Well, when you put it that way...” The next thing she knew, Wednesday was lying on the mattress, Tyler on top of her, kissing, biting, and sucking his way down her throat. She moaned, her fingers fisting into his soft hair as her head rolled back on her blanket.
***
Enid was reaching for the handle on her dorm room door when an unusual noise from inside made her freeze. She tilted her head, listening intently.
What is that banging? Is someone attacking Wednesday? But isn’t Tyler—Hold on!
Banging. Rhythmic banging. Like metal hitting a wall. Wednesday’s bed had a metal headboard. Tyler had come to see her. Were they—?
And then she heard Tyler’s strained voice exclaim, “Fuck, Wednesday, you feel so good!” followed by Wednesdays breathless, “Harder!” Immediately the frequency of the banging picked up, accompanied by twin moans.
Heat flooded Enid’s face as she turned on her heels and speedwalked back down the empty hallway, all the while muttering to herself. “I can’t believe it! Wednesday knew I’d come back soon! How could they... I’ll never be able to unhear this! OMG!” She stopped at the top of the stairs, taking several deep breaths as she tried to calm her racing mind. “Well, that was a bit disturbing, but then again, it could have been worse, I could have actually walked in on them.” When her face finally had cooled down and her heartbeat slowed to normal, she shook her head and sighed. She really couldn’t complain too much, they’d been very discreet until now, after all. So she’d let them have this one time. Maybe she’d go see if Yoko wanted to hang out for a couple of hours.