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Camping is stupid.

Tents are a foolish idea in the long run, when buildings and vans exist, why must they return to them as an example of entertainment? What part of camping was fun?

Wednesday loathed it, loathed the heavy rain thundering overhead and the fact that everyone talked about how fun it was when it so clearly wasn't. She was sharing with her roommate, and apparently friend, in a small two man tent, both now glaring out of the folded back doors as the rain turned the ground to sodden mush.

"What do you think she's saying?" Enid asked as Weems waved her arms around. Wednesday could read her lips, but as the Dean kept turning it became increasingly hard to understand her.

"I think we're forgoing today's excursion to stay inside. Something about needlessly getting ill."

Enid whined quietly and thumped back onto her inflatable mattress.

"I didn't need this today…" she moaned quietly, and Wednesday stayed by the door.

"Need what, rain?"

There was a flurry of movement as Enid thrashed in annoyance, sitting up with a small grumble in her throat.

"I have too much energy to be just locked inside! Ah well, at least I have you to talk to, right roomie?"

Wednesday already had her coat on, not daring to use her umbrella in the atrocious winds. She knelt by the door and looked back, obviously intending to leave without speaking if not for a moment's thought.

"I'll speak to the Dean, and will be back within five minutes."

"Wednes-"

She was gone, door flapping in the wind. Enid leant up and watched as the tiny woman approached Weems, the two talking before walking away together to cover to continue the discussion. Enid sighed, already bored, and looked around the small space they had to occupy for now.

Her breath froze at the sight of a book sticking out from under Wednesday's pillow, one she seemed to be reading a lot as of late. The wolf shrugged to no one and plucked it up, eyes scanning the plain cover without much thought.

"Breathe," she mumbled, "what can this be about?"

Flicking through the pages caused her eyes almost to roll out of her skull, when she read the most unexpected thing from Wednesday Addams.

S… smut?

A blush formed up her cheeks, leaning in her back and knees crossing as, despite herself, she could not stop reading the tale of a knight and her queen. Of how the queen wished to thank her knight, so got on her knees to eat her ou-

"What are you doing?"

Enid yelped, flipping the book and barely catching it, realising with utter horror that, not only was Wednesday back, but also the reason she struggled to catch the tome was made clear. Her other hand had subconsciously gone to her pants, and had trailed below the waistline.

Oh… fuck.

Bright red and mouth running, she chantered away, sitting up and waving her hands nervously.

"I- I can explain!" She began, and Wednesday, from her position on her knees at the door of the tent, raised her eyebrow.

"You could."

She shuffled in and zipped the doors up once more, a finite feeling to the action. She sat back on her ankles, unblinking.

"Or… you could tell me how you feel."

"H… how I feel?"

Wednesday nodded her head, still managing to look statue-like. Enid swallowed again.

"What like, like feelings or-"

Wednesday snatched the book from her hands, tapping the cover with one perfect finger.

"Did this illicit attraction for you? Reading the act of eating another person out."

Enid was bright red, her brain was now reduced to one cell doing its best to form words. Nothing came out, so she nodded. Wednesday blinked.

"The performing or receiving?"

Enid blushed deeper, and she cleared her throat three times. While the performing did read well, she was plagued with the knowledge that she hadn't done that yet , a sense of needing to write notes taking her away from her arousal. So by that logic, receiving would be less stressful, and arguably more enjoyable, right?

"It, it was hot reading from the Knight perspective, how it f-felt to have the queen, erm, you know…"

Wednesday didn't move other than a twitch in her brow.

"I always found the perspective of the queen more… satisfactory. I've always been curious to try it, seeing how hard it is to bring someone to release. Seeing as we have nothing better to do, if you don't object that is,"

Enid knew what was coming, but it still felt like a bucket of water dashed with fire fell over her head as Wednesday lent closer.

"We could try it together?"

Was cotton in her ears? Did her tongue fall off? Where did her oxygen go, can't she-

"Enid, breathe."

She does, Wednesday nodded along with her exhale.

"If you are not interested, that is fine, we can do something else for the next few hours. Like sleep, or…" she grimaced, "talk."

But now she throbbed with want and desire, there was nothing she needed more than whatever it was Wednesday was insinuating. Pulled by the threat of desire, her hand snatched out to wrap around Wednesday's bicep, stilling her with the lycan speed and strength. Her friend seemed amused, tiling her eyebrow behind her fringe.

"Can you kiss me?"

Dark eyes flicked down to her lips, a barely distinctive nod the only confirmation she had before lips met her own. It was a gentle kiss, quick, with rain thundering the roof of their tent. Wednesday pulled back a second after touching, waiting for Enid's reaction. The wolf nodded, and Wednesday leant in once more.

The kisses became longer, seconds turning into minutes, the darker girl pushing Enid back onto her camping bed, settling over her, resting gently on her waist. Cold hands danced up her face, Enid's own holding almost too tight to her side, pawing at the clothes out of instinct alone.

Wednesday trailed a kiss away from her mouth, down her chin and to her neck, making the wolf whine with a nip against skin, soothing it with her tongue before it could become too red. She made to lean away from her when a hand clasped behind her head, pulling her closer.

Wednesday almost smirked, feeling her gums ache as teeth sharpened to a cryptid point. She bit harder, positively enthralled by the whine coming from the wolf twitching below her. A second heated hand rested on her hips, pulling the smaller woman closer as she made a decisive path of red down her neck, panting against her neck.

"Who would have thought, you like being marked."

Enid exhaled shakily, too afraid to speak, knowing her voice would quiver more than a leaf in fall, desperately holding onto its branch, knowing the end was near. Enid wasn't blind to the similarity of her current situation. Wednesday dragged her teeth down, skin flushing at her contact, only stopping at the cotton of her shirt.

Suddenly she was too warm, needed to be open, needed to be… somehow open. Enid started tugging at Wednesday, pulling her shirt, which was tucked into her jeans. A wicked smile flickered into her eyes, and she shifted up to acknowledge the action.

"You want me to remove my shirt?"

Rather than answer, Enid shuffled around to get the hem of her own shirt, pulling it up before cool hands stopped her.

"Let me."

Wednesday looked dark, her eyes levels of shade and want, desire ruling her actions as she pulled. Enid raised her hands to help, suddenly wishing she had worn something other than her cute pastel blue bra. The shirt was removed, held in Wednesday's hands as she positively drank in the woman below her.

"... Bellissima ."

Her voice was suddenly deeper, huskier almost, a gravely tone that Enid knew made so many people at Nevermore shiver with want. Rather pathetically, she tugged at her sweater again, begging without speaking. Wednesday exhaled in a huff, more amused than she let on, leaning back and discarding Enid's shirt onto her camp bed, sliding down the thin walls being pelted with droplets of rain. Then she slowly, so painfully slow, gripped the hem and raised the sweater above her head, allowing Enid to watch with decreasing brain function and absolute theophany.

Aphrodite would wage wars for the beauty I see before me, and she would lose every time.

Wednesday's skin remained tanned with pale scars dashing across abs, the one from Crackstone the most vicious of all, blossoming like a flower from her wound, as achingly beautiful as it was horrifying. Of course, she had amazing underwear, beautiful black lace held together like armor over her breasts.

" Panemorfi… "

Enid surged up to kiss her, claws fighting to come out as Wednesday sighed contently, hands tracing skin and tugging impossibly closer, utter delight thrilling through the wolf when Wednesday made a small sound in the back of her throat, one of want.

Wednesday felt the grin in the kiss, and she placed herself back on track. She gripped her hands against Enid's shoulders and pushed, leaning down with her as she pinned the wolf on the bed.

"Let's not get off course here."

She could have told Enid to set herself on fire, and the wolf would have. Lips kissed red, darkness engulfing her gaze and beautiful skin- Enid would kill for her, instead she nodded.

"Yes. Of- oh, you mean… now?!"

She would later be humiliated at the squeak in her throat, but she couldn't focus on that now, not when Wednesday shuffled back to rest between Enid's short clad legs.

"If you're ready, of course."

Enid quickly unbuttoned her shorts, ready to pull them down when cold hands slapped her away, taking their place in slowly dragging the zip down and looping her fingers under the waistline.

"Could you-"

Enid lifted her hips up to help, and Wednesday chuckled almost darkly, dragging the denim off her legs, past her knees until they were free of her body. Wednesday acknowledged her underwear with a hum.

"Cute."

Why did I have to wear the pastel?!

Hands covered her face for a second before Wednesday removed them, shaking her head like Enid had made a mistake.

"I want to see your face, every emotion I illicit, that is my only request."

Enid nodded and dropped her hands down, trying to focus on anything other than Wednesday shuffling lower, resting between her legs comfortably. The rain, the chill of the tent, the warm breath between her- damn it!

Wednesday took her time, as usual, placing a kiss on the inside of each knee before slowly inclining down, getting closer to the panties just between her and her prize, smirking to herself at the stain blossoming before her very eyes. She leant down, her finger running up the damp cotton with a featherlight touch. The wolf gasped, clearly wanting to hide her face, but remembering the request from her friend, so keeping as still as possible.

"Good girl…" Enid's knees jerked at the whispered compliment, face now so many shades of red. She looks down, twitching at the dark gaze watching her.

"How fond are you of these?" She asked, and Enid shook her head.

"Not at all."

Enid would forever have the memory of Wednesday Addams between her legs, a devilish smile tugging at her lips, before she leant down and with her sharp teeth tugged at the cotton, a small display of strength making her wolf shiver with lust, a gentle rip confirming what the breath against her center knew too well.

Oh my god… she's -

Wednesday removed the fabric and tossed it aside, unable to look away from the glistening core right before her eyes. Never did she think she would be here, so blessed, so needy for what Enid could offer.

"Last chance to say no."

A strangled, near manic laugh was pulled from Enid at that, and she flailied her arms, chest heaving.

"You'd better be joking!"

Wednesday tilted her head a little, her restraint failing her once again.

"A little."

And response Enid had was lost at the first touch, a practiced hand drifting down her opening, raising up again to circle her enterance, collecting her wetness as she did. This made the wolf shiver, a quiet sigh barely restrained at the friction, no matter how slight. Her thumb dragged up to her clit, pressing a quick circle against it as she slowly pushed inside her roomate with a finger.

Enid gripped the bed below her, the feeling of someone else inside her making her brain stop for a moment or three. Wednesday curled her finger and started to slowly thrust it in and out, continuing to circle the increasingly dampening clit. The scent of Enid washed over her, and suddenly she felt too far away.

She pulls her finger out, the wolf whining, turning into a shocked yet broken moan when she is engulfed by heat, Wednesday's tongue dragging over Enid's folds, finishing in a point around her clit, when her eyes widened in an absolutely amazing realization.

"Oh my god-"

Enid looked down when Wednesday lent away from her cunt, a string of something Enid doesn't even want to think of connecting them together, latched onto her lower lip.

"You taste amazing."

The wolf flushed the deepest shade yet,

Wednesday grabbed her waist, hooking her hands over Enid's thighs and shuffled closer, her chin ghosting over her core as she spoke.

"I could stay here forever…" the comment was made to herself as she looked down, somehow forgetting her friend had supreme hearing, or not caring. The scent of Enid, of her passion and lust, it was driving her crazy, inhabitans flew out the window and she took Enid once more with her tongue.

A choked gasp was her reward, the knees jostling above as the wolf twitched from the contact. Wednesday flicked against her clit teasingly before returning, rentering her with a skilled tongue and fingers once more, now able to slide a second in, much to Enid's glee.

"Fuck- Wed- fuck-"

One hand gripped her thigh, and Wednesday was sure it was the only thing keeping her grounded in this moment. The sensations and the sounds, the touch and the taste, it was almost too much.

Almost.

"M- Wednesday… I'm gonna-"

She curled her finger up, feeling something almost spongy on her tip, which she struck. Enid yelled, back arching from her bed, hands grasping at back hair as she creeped closer and closer.

Wednesday kept fucking with her hand, pulling away with her mouth as her more carnal desire took over. Sharpened teeth glistened with Enid's arousal before she bit into her thigh, the sharp pain not breaking skin, but it sent Enid falling.

" Wednes- fuck!"

Her mouth was awash with flavour, delicious and addictive. She returned to lick, to guide Enid through her completion. The wolf jerked and whimpered longingly, her clit twitching needily, craving more as she clenched around Wednesday's fingers, one leg over her shoulder smacking the roof of the tent, the tongue not stopping as it dragged her release out almost obscenely long.

Enid finally settled, hand on Wednesday's hair relaxing but not freeing her. Instead she gently ran her fingers through the mess she had made, still twitching as Wednesday watched every movement, tongue slowly easing her back to reality.

"... You are way too good at that." Enid tried to say, breath heavy on her chest, cheeks bright red, watching entranced as Wednesday sat up, a strong of cum snapping between Enid's cunt and her mouth. That tongue, the one Enid was now obsessed with, darted out and licked her lips, a look of hunger deepening across her face.

"I read a lot." She husked, and Enid swallowed a whine at her voice, "You were amazing."

Enid snorted and stared at the ceiling.

"I just sat here, you-"

Wednesday was leant over her, ruined braids falling around them, and Enid could smell herself on Wednesday's lips moments before they pushed back to her mouth, tongue eagerly invited in as throw away moans and gasps fill the space between them.

"We have all day," Wednesday cut in between misses, "can I eat you out again?"

Enid nodded eagerly, cunt throbbing with want.

"If you don't I'm going to scream."

The smirk returned, the darkness ever there. She ducked her arm around Enid's waist and pulled, making the woman shriek as she was flipped over, setting her on all fours before shifting right behind her, pressing close and tight to her pulsing need.

"Good, because I have a few things I want to try."

She gripped her hips with a passion Enid hadn't seen before, nervous plucking at the pure excitement in her gut, vocalised with a quiet moan.

Maybe I do like camping.