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Wednesday and Enid had been dating for a while now. Wednesday had endured hand holding, hugging, the occasional midnight cuddle, a tug on her waist with a swift kiss, and innocent intimacy. Oddly enough, these things didn’t bother Wednesday, somehow these acts had given Wednesday a tingling sensation in her gut. Much like when she first sat through the movie ‘Scream’ and witnessed Billy Loomis suck the blood from his fingers, well it was dyed corn syrup, but nonetheless the point still stands.
Tonight though, glancing over at the frightened blonde, that tingling sensation is as strong as ever.
They had just finished a séance inside of their cold dormitory, their only light source were candles ignited around them in a circular pattern. A storm was occurring, lightning was flashing outside of their webbed window every few minutes and thunder erupted along with it. It was clearly unsettling to the young werewolf, or was it the séance? Wednesday wasn’t quite sure, she thought it was exhilarating.
“Can we turn on the lights now?” Enid pleaded.
Wednesday stood up from her crossed-sitting position. “Yes. It seems that the spirit has left peacefully.” She walks towards the lightswitch, glancing over at her girlfriend before flipping it. “May Edgars soul rest unnerved for eternity.” She flips the switch. Nothing. Wednesday hums, unbothered. “It seems that the power went out.”
“What!?” Enid whimpers, jumping up, making her way over to the switch in a hurry, flipping it repeatedly. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. More like Mr. Poe is haunting us!” Enid panics, putting her hands on her head, beginning to pace around the room frantically.
“Relax, cara mia. The power went out due to the storm.” Wednesday explains, attempting to calm down her finicky girlfriend.
“More like we took his peace and now he's taking our electricity!” Enid exclaims.
“No.” Wednesday gestures Enid towards her grim single bed. “I guarantee all the lights in Nevermore are off. Edgar Allan Poe isn’t interested in haunting a couple of outcast highschoolers.” She assures, sitting down right next to Enid.
“Yeah, okay. You’re right. Just the storm.” Enid begins to take deep breaths, easing herself. “Or!” Enid loudly blurts out. “He is actually haunting us!”
“Enid. No.” Wednesday shuts her thoughts down. “I’m very skilled when it comes to summoning the dead. I know what I was doing. Edgar Allan Poe is gone.” She places her hand onto her girlfriend's shoulder, grounding her.
“Okay… okay, he's gone.” Enid relaxes. “So when do you think the storm will be over?” The werewolf asks.
“Hard to say.” Wednesday stands up, blowing out the candles that were used for the séance. “Could be a while.”
“Oh, well what should we do?” Enid asks, her voice sounding a little more playful than on edge.
Wednesday picks up a remaining lit candle, bringing it over towards her nightstand. “I’m not sure.” She stands above Enid, watching the light from the flame light up her lover's face. The sight brings butterflies to the young Addams stomach, it feels like there's spiders crawling around in her stomach, truly horrifying, but Wednesday cannot say that she's against this tingling sensation. God… Since when did teenage hormones become such a big issue for her?
“Enid?”
“Mhm?” Enid hums in response, giving all her attention to the girl standing above her.
“Teenage hormones are a monstrosity.” Wednesday begins. “But however, they are a part of nature.” She says blankly, folding her hands together.
Enid stares up at her with an open mouth and narrow eyes, looking as lost as ever.
Wednesday stares back at her. “What I’m trying to say is…” She pauses. “Would you like to initiate… W- would you…” She stutters. “I would like to…” She takes a deep breath. “Would you like to make out with me?” The socially awkward Addams finally blurts out.
The girl below her begins to grin, her blue eyes sparkling up at her. “You’re asking me?” Enid smiles.
This wouldn’t be the first time they’ve made out, but the concept was still new to Wednesday Addams, and honestly, she was a little nervous to participate in such an intimate act, especially after the Tyler incident.
“Yes.” Wednesday responds, her eyes wandering away from her girlfriend in suspense.
Enid looks the girl up and down before patting the spot next to her. “Come here.” She says. Wednesday complies, sitting down, turning her body to face Enid. Her girlfriend begins to chuckle at Wednesday's awkwardness.
“Don’t laugh, this isn’t funny.” Wednesday says, giving Enid a death stare.
The werewolf stops laughing and simply grins. “You’re right, it's not funny. It's cute.”
If it was anybody but Enid saying this, she would not let them off that easily. Wednesday is not cute. She is horrifying, disgusting, lamb to the slaughter type crazy. Cute? Absolutely not.
“Call me that again and i’ll-” The young Addams gets cut off by her girlfriend cupping her cheek, pulling her in for a soft, gentle kiss, in which Wednesday cannot help but melt into, reciprocating the kiss.
Wednesday pulls back, looking at Enid in awe with her dark, gleaming eyes.
She's not sure why she feels this way. Soft, vulnerable, small, lustful, but this shouldn’t be happening, not to Wednesday. Wednesday is dark, twisted, morbid, and enjoys solitude. But why is it different with Enid?
Surely she wouldn’t turn into her parents, but then again. Would that be so bad if she were only this way around Enid?
“Are you okay?” Enid asks, concern in her eyes as she caresses Wednesday's cheek.
Damn. Why does Enid torture her like this?
Wednesday nods in response, going in for another soft kiss, then another, and another, and another. Wednesday's hands traveling below Enid’s jawline, her hands resting gently on her neck. The ravenette pushing her girlfriend backwards, Wednesday following suit, now above her, one knee in between the blondes thighs in an attempt to keep her balance.
This certainly isn’t the way Enid saw the séance going, but it's definitely way better than getting haunted or possessed. Enid does thrive on physical touch after all.
Wednesday’s grabs a hold of Enid’s face, tilting her head to the side so she could access her neck, leaving kisses all over.
Why did Enid ever date Ajax? Sure, he’s cute. But there has always been something about Wednesday Addams that makes her heart flutter. Was it her dark, cold presence? Was it her scent? The smell of ancient novel pages, the metallic smell from her typewriter, the smell of dead squirrels lingering after she completed an ‘art project’.
These were all things she expected from her. In fact, she looked forward to coming home to their dorm and breathing in her scent. Something about it brought her comfort. Something she didn’t expect though, is the way Wednesday caresses her face while she gently kisses Enid’s neck, the way she breathes heavily into her ear, or the way she calls her “ Cara mia.” Or “Ma chère.” She had no idea Wednesday was such a romantic.
Meanwhile, things are getting pretty heated. Wednesday’s mouth has traveled from Enid’s neck to her lips. Kissing her with more aggression and passion. Their kisses are sloppier, their breathing is faster and heavier, Enid’s hands are traveling to Wednesday’s zipper on her black ripped jeans.
Suddenly all movements are frozen when the light flickers on.
Thing is seen jumping down from a pink-painted step ladder that led up to the light switch.
* Tap tap tap! * Thing begins tapping his fingers aggressively on the wood plank flooring.
At the sight of the startled hand Enid jumps up from underneath Wednesday. “This isn’t what it looks like!” She shakily blurts out.
Wednesday lets out an agitated sigh. “At least the electricity is back.” She mumbles, standing up from her bed, walking over towards Thing. “You didn’t see anything…” She says blankly, giving Thing a death stare.
* Tap! Tap! *
The goth sighs, leaning in to whisper to Thing. “Yes, Thing. I’m well educated. Remember that horrifying health lesson mother and father gave Pugsley and I?”
God, Enid really hopes that Thing keeps his fingers idle when Mister and Misses Addams come for parents day.