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“I was in love with you, y’know?”
There’s a hang in her throat, but Enid tried not to let the tremble in her voice escape- not all at once, at least.
The Addams blinked, “What?”
“It’s true. I’m only telling you now because it’s a long time ago. And I’m o-over it.” trying to imbue every truth she could muster in each painful syllable.
Her nerves had caught up with her just as she tried masking it with a tip of her glass, “Plus,” the liquid- whatever it is, she doesn’t remember- sloshing in emphasis, “I’m drunk. I think.”
“Are you?”
A sagely nod, “It helps.”
“Then I shall send you home.” already getting up from her seat-
“What! Nuoooo! I don’t wannaaa…”
“Enid-” her name, tone in that minute exasperation that is just so uniquely Wednesday.
It squeezed at something fierce in her chest. But she gulped down the last of her drink to drown it out.
Slam! “I can still go. See? I’m very cowhe- cohee- co-” she coughed, abandoning the line completely, switching to another tactic, “We haven’t hung out in a looong time. I want to talk more with you…” opting to pull at her heartstrings instead.
“We talk every day, Enid.”
“On the phone! It’s different now that we can meet each other face to face!” she pouted, then, “Please?” amping up her pitiful voice to the max.
Her heart thumped in excitement just as Wednesday sat back down without so much as a change of expression.
She tried not to smile too much.
“I’m drunk, y’know.”
“You mentioned.”
“That’s right. I’m like, soooo drunk. That’s why…” the world turned a bit when she tilted to the side, an elbow anchored to the table, her forearm catching her heavy head, reaching her hand out, palms open in invitation with twiddling fingers.
Wednesday took it immediately without hesitation, much to her endless delight.
And she’s giddy, giddy, giddy-
“That’s why… what was I saying again?” she honestly doesn’t want to talk anymore, she just wants to savor this rare touch, to bask in its every second before it eventually leaves her, maybe forever, she doesn’t know, but at the back of her head there’s a niggling feeling that she mucked this all up with this drunken confession.
“That you’re drunk.” Wednesday made it a point to thread their fingers together- it made it harder for Enid to get back to topic.
“Mnn…yes…” heavy eyes, one closing and opening after another, “Hold my hand, Willa.”
“I already am.”
“Not enough…” under her breath,
“What?”
“Not enough. Not nearly enough… Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday…”
“Enid… I’m here.” squeezing, not realizing she was squeezing at Enid’s heart in turn,
Enid was having none of it. She stood by for so long, so so long. She wants she wants she wants-
Wednesday’s hand is smaller, but it’s so incredibly warm against her cheek. Brushing her lips over the plump pad of her thumb, old scars tingling as it grazed against soft fingertips in its guided caress.
When she looked up to chance at Wednesday’s face, what met her eyes sobered her- a light scrunch in her brows, jaw clenched, a microsecond of a frown in her normally stoic demeanor.
It spoke volumes of her dissent.
It scared her endlessly-
“I-I’m drunk!”
Wednesday blinked, twice, “You said.” a small nod.
Enid doesn’t let go, but she knew her hand must be sweating, “That’s why! That’s why! You shouldn’t take me seriously right now…”
Wednesday blinked again. But she remained silent.
“You should also…also…” forgive me.
She doesn’t let go, can’t let go, but she also found herself not saying it. She couldn’t just force Wednesday to do something she couldn’t well want. Not something lasting, at least.
“Stay…” she closed her eyes, embarrassed even through the fog of her drunk brain, “Stay with me. Just for tonight… is-is that okay?”
“Of course.”
A weight off her chest, but-
“A-and you should also,” gulping, “also promise to forget about all of this in the morning.” a forming knot in her throat.
“Why?”
Enid can’t even meet her eyes.
“Just promise! Okay? Please?” how do these things usually go again? Enid could usually mold any situation to her advantage, what with her wealth of experience in the social area… dammit, even her thoughts are already getting affected by the brain fog- “Pretty please? With a cherry on top?”
An almost inaudible sigh, “Fine.”
“Promise.”
“Is this what you really want, Enid?”
Her name, called in a much softer tone, it made her finally meet dark, brown eyes.
One syllable, but it was painful. Lies usually come so easily to her.
“Then I promise.”
Wednesday agreed. Almost too easily.
A visceral pain at the base of her throat, welling up, up, up into tears.
---
A strong shoulder.
Warm, and fluffy hair that smells incredible against her cheek.
Soft vibration by her ear that told her someone ordered bottles of water for their room.
Wait, room?
She fluttered her eyes open as she gradually took in her surroundings.
“Willa? Where are we?”
“I moved us to a private room since you didn’t want to leave.”
“Oh… but isn’t this too much? There’s only two of us…” blinking, taking in the large room.
“I don’t care. I didn’t like how the other patrons were leering at you.”
“What?”
There's that minute frown on Wednesday's face again- a tick of her jaw, a twitch under her eye.
Then, tickling but warm, fingers move a marked path up the sensitive skin of her bare thigh. It made her conscious of their current position- with her open legs, one shamelessly perched across Wednesday’s lap.
On impulse, she almost apologized and moved away- but her opportunistic nature won out.
Ambling the rest of her body up Wednesday’s lap, all but making a seat of the woman herself. Arms circling around her shoulders, pressing her body into Wednesday’s torso, not allowing for any space to exist between them, wrapping herself around her captive in a locked embrace.
She positioned her head carefully over Wednesday’s smooth hair that now hung loosely over her shoulders in lieu of her childhood braids. It was a fresh change of look- beautiful and tasteful, looking like she’s now fully comfortable in her own skin. It’s a far cry from the girl she knew back in Neve-
“Enid.”
“Hmn?” burying her face deeper into the softness.
“Is there a reason you’re wearing such… provocative clothing?”
“Because I want to.”
“Do you know how many wrists I had to break before we got here? Those cun- motherless sons keep trying to grab you like you were an object. Why would you allow yourself such a vulnerability in the first place?”
“I wanted to look cute, okay?” Why is she so angry?
“Look cute?” there’s a change in Wednesday’s demeanor- “What else have you got planned for this evening?” in a tone that weighed on her ears.
Tilting her head, with scrunched brows, “Just you.”
A blink.
Then, with closed eyes, Wednesday knocked her forehead softly against Enid’s temple, a warm sigh across her cheek, “Enid,”
“Wednesday? Why are you mad?”
“Enid, you must understand- I don’t share.” arms now snaking around her back, pulling closer.
“Well, yeah. But I don’t think you’re selfish.”
Another blink.
“Wednesday?”
“Enid” a puff of breath from her nose.
“Are you mad?”
“No.” a thumb brushed up her cheek, before pinching, pulling, “You’re drunk.”
Enid can’t help but smile even through the mild pain, “Yup!”
Wednesday understands! It gave her a sense of freedom.
---
“Enid.”
“Hmn?”
Soft lips,
“Are you really drunk?”
“Very.”
under the pads of her playful fingers, “Very drunk, very very, dunk… very…” soft soft, so soft, she could just-
A press of her numbed fingertips against her own waiting lips.
A sigh, but it wasn’t enough.
She touched at those soft soft things again, softer than pillows, so addicting, she could almost-
A gasp-
Oh
Oh
This was far from her first kiss.
Not with a girl, nor with Wednesday herself- or at least not as far as her dreams had taken her.
In fact, what really surprised her was how unfamiliar it all felt.
This kiss, though brief, felt warmer, and even softer than usual. She can feel Wednesday’s warm breath, her long fluttering eyelashes, tickling, itching against her skin. And it feels real, it feels real, it feels-
Then, Wednesday began to press forward-
“No.” pushing the other by her shoulders, turning away, “You can’t kiss me.”
A low chuckle that she felt up to her core, sending tingles down her spine-
“Oh, but I can. If I really want to, I can just take what I want right now, Enid.” a glint of dangerous eyes, “Now tell me, girl. Why can’t I kiss you?” and an even more dangerous rasp in her tone.
“You can’t. You just can’t! You have to promise. Promise not to kiss me while I kiss you?”
“You’re going to keep kissing me?”
“Yes!” throwing her hands up, she’s so tired of stating the obvious.
---
“Enid… this is hardly fair.”
“That’s right, it’s not fair. It’s never been fair- do you know how long I’ve been in love with you? Every time you pay attention to someone else- and that boy you keep running off with! Ugh! I don’t even want to remember his name!”
“Enid, you’ve been in more relationships than anyone else I know in Nevermore.”
“That’s-! That’s! Well, that’s true… but… but… what are we talking about again?”
Wednesday sighed, a warm breath that carried to her lips.
Pulling Enid closer against her with a palm low on her back, effectually spreading her open legs even wider into Wednesday’s abdomen, riding up her short, tight dress even higher.
“I can… smell just how much you need me right now, Enid. You can’t hide your wonderful scent from me, Tesoro.”
Enid shivered involuntarily, her mind in a haze. Repositioning her head on Wednesday’s shoulder to keep the world from fogging up.
“Yea… you smell good too, Willa. So so good. I remember it used to drive me insane when we were roommates. Thing even caught me stealing your laundry.”
She pulled back, almost hitting Wednesday’s nose in her haste-
“Gah! so embarrassing. Don’t tell Wednesday about that, okay?”
“Don’t tell… me?”
A firm nod
“Enid… you realize…”
Rolling her eyes, “You’re not her.” she’s really starting to get tired of explaining, “That’s why you’re not allowed to touch me or kiss me.”
“So now I’m not even permitted to touch you?”
“Uhuh, that’s ‘cause you’re not the real Willa.”
“I assure you, Enid. This is very much real. And you’re driving me to the edge of madness.” the last word in a low growl- it made her feel things.
“Now you’re just saying that.” not helping the giggle that escaped her lips, “Flatterer.” a loud peck on the mouth in gift.
---
“I don’t want to play this game anymore. I want to wake up. I want to wake up now. If this is really real. I want you to take me home.”
It’s beginning to get more and more frustrating. Wednesday wasn’t kissing back! No matter how hard she kisses, or how soft, or how long and wet, or even when she bites- Wednesday just won’t kiss her back!
“As you wish.”
Well, that was easy.
Almost too easy
Enid felt her disappointment welling at the pit of her lungs, rising up in a bile out her throat.
“Wednesday Wednesday Wednesday. I change my mind. I don’t want to wake up after all.”
A chuckle long and low, a smoldering look, it made Enid shiver visibly.
“Oh, Enid, I can’t wait for morning to come.”
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Wednesday?
Bleary eyes taking in that she’s now in the backseat of a car. There’s a giant freak of a man driving at the helm. It almost startled her into full alert, but a familiar warmth brought her closer-
“Enid.” in a calming timbre, the vibration of every syllable palpable against her ear.
She buried herself into the heat, the safety.
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“Enid.”
She wakes to bloodshot eyes.
“Jesus-”
“Enid. It’s morning. And you’re in my bed.”
“-Christ. Willa? What the-”
“Enid.”
“-heck. You scared me.”
“Enid.”
The veil of long black hair ensconced the vision of her surroundings, soft, in a cascade, tickling over her cheeks, with a lingering scent that had always haunted her in her dreams.
But even so, through the near blindness, Wednesday’s pale face was so near her own, the intensity of her madness unmistakable.
She gulped.
“Willa?” in a trembling whisper, “Is everything alright?”
“Yes.” a blink, then another, “No. Tell me what happened last night. Why are you in my bed, Enid.” drawing nearer, a bit forceful in tone.
“Wednesday, I can’t see anything, let me breathe first.”
And she did, stiltedly. Allowing Enid to sit up and take in her surroundings.
“Enid-”
“Wednesday.” she cut in, knowing to take hold of the conversation before it derails into incomprehension, “What time is it? Did you not get any sleep?”
“No.” a scrunch of brows, “Yes. It’s morning.” then, a pause in thought, “Morning was eight hours ago. It doesn’t matter. Tell me what happened last night.”
“Wednesday, I don’t-”
“Tell me. Tell me what happened, Enid. I don’t remember.”
Enid blinked. Gradually recalling the circumstances that led her to Wednesday’s bed.
She blinked again, now in comprehension of the sight before her.
Guilt, in pinpricks, clawing its way from her chest and out her throat.
“Wednesday,” careful and quiet, “let’s just forget about it, okay? I’m sorry if I bothered you with my baggage. I promise I’m over it, so you don’t have to-”
"No.”
“No? Wednesday, I just want us to move past thi-”
“No. You can’t just do whatever you want, say your piece and discard me so easily like I’ve become a forgotten remnant of your past.” in grit, grinding molars, barely contained, “I deserve to know. And I’m asking you, Enid. Tell me.”
The forthright anger stunned her. Wednesday was never one to lose her composure. She’d always just get even, going into monologues in all its gruesome detail about how revenge is a dish best served cold. Now however, it seems the time for revenge is way past.
“Wednesday, I don’t know what to tell you. I can only promise you that I’m over it. And that I don’t ever plan on ruining our friendship.”
Wednesday gave her a look of a tight frown, then her head fell forward into her palm in stress, “You can’t just do this.”
“I’m not-”
In a flurry, she was on her back, under the cage of Wednesday’s limbs. Her long, black hair a waterfall that cocooned them from the world. Eyes still bloodshot but pained, a furrow of anger.
“Enid, please.” quieter, a welling calm, “Please trust that I want to remember. I’ve already listened to all your grief last night and I could hear the truth in every painful word you’ve confessed.”
She felt terrified. Those eyes looked sharper now.
There’s nothing more terrifying than being seen.
“Enid.” gentler, far gentler than any who’ve called her before, “Please, please tell me, what can I do to make you believe me? I’ll do anything.”
In this fabricated darkness, what little space between them made all the more palpable by their shared body heat, it made her want to reveal more of herself as she watches the rest of the world disappear.
“I just want you to love me.”
A terrifying confession, a truth in whisper,
A relief,
Then, another weight off her chest just as those gentle eyes looked at her with nothing but endless sincerity-
“Oh, Enid, I’ve already loved you for so long.”
Warm lips drawn together at last in a familiar kiss. A weight atop her, careful now and far more comforting, basking in the endless warmth of this moment.