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“Enid.”
Wednesday’s eyes are buried onto Enid's shoulder, unmoving and unblinking. She can feel Enid’s gaze on her lingering.
And this time, Enid Sinclair is quiet.
It’s like time has frozen, daring them to say something, do something. Wednesday can feel her heart ache in her chest but her eyes are frozen, filled with the kind of terror that enthralls her. So, she speaks again.
“Enid.”
There’s something different in her voice this time. She can taste it on her tongue. The ache in her heart has climbed all the way up and into her voice, threatening to bleed out.
Enid doesn’t move, still. And Wednesday is too frozen to look up at her eyes, to see what is on her face, to know what’s going to happen next.
For once, Enid eludes her.
It almost hurts, how much she just wants at this moment. How heavy her heart feels, screaming quietly. She craves something she knows she can never have. There's desire so absolute trying to claw out of her.
(She can’t afford to feel this much. She can’t. She can't-)
Time unfreezes. She knows what she has to do. She turns around, ready to march out and- oh.
Oh.
She doesn’t process it immediately. Wednesday feels Enid grab her, wrapping her arms around her neck and-.
She tastes the cherry of Enid’s lip gloss. She can smell Enid’s breath on her own. She can feel the tingly warmth of Enid’s face. Everything is so warm.
Wednesday’s aching heart explodes in that moment. When the craving gets the better of her, when everything she has left to stop herself breaks.
She pours her soul right back into that warmth, knowing it belongs there. Knowing that nothing else matters when it’s just them.
(She kisses Enid back like it’s the last thing she’ll ever do.)
Wednesday leans into the touch, claws at it even, wrapping her own hands over Enid’s neck, tugging at her gently, firmly, quietly to deepen the kiss. She can feel Enid adjust her arms around her waist, holding her.
Enid leans into this little moment they’ve created that’s just theirs.
(Enid’s touch never makes her feel smaller.)