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Wednesday was three pages into a new score she was practicing on her cello when the door to her shared room banged open and the wolf herself barged in with Agnes a half step behind her. 

“Enid.” Wednesday said by way of greeting, putting her bow down already knowing by the look on her roommate's face that she was going to have to cut her practice short. Unfortunate.

“Your little psycho decided to just appear behind me and tap on my shoulder while I was out walking with Yoko and Bianca and made me spill my coffee all over myself!” 

Looking down, Wednesday could see that Enid was, indeed, covered in lightly colored, overly sugary coffee. 

There was even some of the whipped cream. 

“You did not hear her with your werewolf hearing?”

All at once Enid’s fight left her, a bit of pink dusting her cheeks, “I may have been listening to music at the time.” 

Wednesday rolled her eyes, “You’re going to damage your hearing if you keep playing it so loud, mi lobo.” 

Enid cocked her head, her dog-like mannerisms always tugging at something deep within Wednesday, “You still haven’t told me what that means.” 

The seer hoped the sudden heat she felt in her body didn’t show on her face, “Perhaps you should look it up on that cellular device you’re always invested in.” 

“But I want to hear it from you.” 

Before Wednesday could open her mouth, to say what she wasn’t sure, Agnes cut them off, “OH-kay, that’s enough foreplay between you two. What Enid is failing to mention is that I found the location of that killer you wanted me to look into. I know where he’s going to be tonight.” 

Wednesday stood from her stool, setting her cello gently in its case and setting her hand on the nearby desk to allow Thing to climb onto her shoulder. “You should have led with that.” 

Two and a half hours, a chase through the woods, multiple shoot-outs, one angry wolf charging through the woods, and an arrest later, Enid, Wednesday, Agnes, and Thing all stumbled into the roommate’s room at the top of Ophelia Hall. 

“Well,” Enid started, making to flop down on her bed before glancing down at the state of her clothes and seeming to think better of it, “That went…not…terribile.” 

Anges took the towel offered to her by thing, “As opposed to…?” 

Enid sighed, frustration and exhaustion warring equally on her face, “I don’t know, something that resulted in me being less muddy? You already stained one of my shirts today.” 

A growl tinged her voice and Wednesday ignored the way the sound reverberated in her skull, making her spine tingle. “The killer is behind bars, his attempt at further harm tonight was thwarted, I believe that would be worth the price of a mud sodden shirt. Especially one that was abhorrent in color.”  

“Whatever,” Enid huffed, “I’m going to go shower, I’ve got mud in places it shouldn’t be.” 

She stomped off to their bathroom, the door slamming shut behind her, Wednesday trying desperately not to supply her brain with just where those places may be. The seer turned to Agnes, standing in the doorway of the room. 

“Your assistance in this case was surprisingly not unhelpful.” 

Agnes smiled at her, “Catch ya round,” before she disappeared and the door shut behind her. The only evidence of her presence behind the two size 6 shoe outlines of mud on the ground. 

Glancing at the state of their floors Wednesday sighed, Thing already grabbed a towel and started to clean. It seemed impertinent to move from where she was lest she track more mud around their small abode, so the seer resolved herself to stand where she was. She glanced at the shower door, knowing the wolf would be awhile and would likely use most of the hot water, another sighed. The mud on her sleeves was starting to dry and flake off, and Wednesday decided it would be acceptable to take off her outer shirt; a long sleeve button down, to just her undershirt in hopes of lessening the mess later. 

She had just placed her shoes and shirt in as neat a pile as possible on the floor when Enid emerged from the shower, steam filling the space around her in the doorway like she was emerging from a sheet of fog wearing nothing but a towel around her torso and head. 

Wednesday thought she looked radiant.

A pink blush dusted the apples of her already shower fresh and red cheeks at Wednesday's curious staring, “Sorry, in my rush to get to the shower I forgot to grab a change of clothes.” 

Wednesday scanned the wolf in front of her from head to toe, the towel wrapping around her tightly and the one containing her hair allowing for a particularity delectable view of her neck-

Okay, where had that thought come from? So what if she was able to see the outline of Enid’s curves as the towel hugged them? So what if she could see the gentle swell of Enid’s breasts, the way the towel pushed them together in a way that was-

Enough of that. 

Wednesday blinked, a rare moment of mental clearing that further deepened the blush that had steadily been creeping up Enid’s neck at her roommate's silence and quiet staring. 

Walking over to the dresser on her side of the room, Wednesday grabbed a tanktop and pants before padding into the bathroom to shower. 

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Enid was unsure what had just happened but knew that she felt like her heart was about to hammer out of her chest at her roommate’s staring. 

It wasn’t unlike Wednesday to have moments of silence but Enid couldn’t help feeling seen through as her roommate eyed her from top to bottom while she stood in nothing but a towel, water running down her legs to drop onto the floor. 

Thing bumped into her leg, breaking her out of her reverie. She looked down at him, a nervous smile on her lips, “Wild night huh?”  

The hand tapped out a response, Where are your clothes? I will put them in the wash. 

Enid glanced back at the bathroom door where just beyond her roommate was showering. Her wolf howled at the thought of her ma- Wednesday, of her Wednesday, standing naked just beyond the door. 

Thinking of the goth as ‘Her Wednesday’ did nothing to quell the yearning of her wolf. 

Her frustration from earlier returned. 

She had been walking with Yoko and Bianca blaring Seventeen trying to come up with ways to finally tell the seer she like- no, loved her. 

The blonde had been convinced that there was no possibility of the other girl liking her back, that her friends clearly must all be suffering disillusions from a gas leak she had yet to be exposed to. 

Or maybe she had, thinking that she in any universe had a shot with Wednesday freaking Addams. 

That was until the most recent school dance, however. 

Six nights ago…

There had been no cases at the time, Wednesday having just wrapped one up the day prior and Agnes confirming that she had dropped off no new clues or leads for the seer. Wednesday had told her she was not coming to the dance, citing it being a trivial event where teenagers felt the need to grind themselves on their peers under the guise of alcoholic impairment. 

Yet Enid had felt the hairs on the back of her neck raise the way they always do when the seer was near. Felt the way the air in her lungs thickened and the attention of everyone in the room shifted. She turned, and there had was Wednesday. Beautiful, intense, insane, brilliant, Wednesday. Her dress was layers of fine black lace that made Enid want to bury her face in the folds of fabric. People parted around her and the blonde was able to see the expanse of pale but tanned skin on display, arms uncovered, a neckline that showed off collarbones, and an expanse of a toned back under a layer of lace. 

Needless to say the wolf was almost drooling. 

“Damn Sinclair, your girl cleans up nice.” Yoko elbowed her. 

Enid whipped her head to the side so fast one would fear she gave herself whiplash. “She’s not my-” 

There was a whistle off to the side of her group, Xavier standing in his grey suit with a cup of spiked punch in hand. Enid bristled as he started to make his way towards the seer, betrayal and anger flaring hot in Enid’s chest. 

Surely Wednesday would have told her if she had a date to the dance, right? 

But it wasn’t like the wolf had asked her herself. 

Yoko grabbed the wolf’s forearm, drawing her attention up from where it had been cast to her shoes, two glittering blue heels. 

“Don’t give up yet wolfie.” 

Enid watched as Wednesday walked right past Xavier and his outstretched hand as he tried, and failed, to get her attention. The seer walked, everyone of their classmates witnessing the cold shoulder she gave the boy as she continued right past him. 

Right past him and directly to Enid. 

Suddenly the room was a million degrees and Enid forgot every single word in the English dictionary. 

The Grecian one too. 

“H-hey,” she managed, hearing the sigh Yoko let out under her breath as the vampire turned and walked away. 

Leaving Enid alone with her roommate not even a full two feet in front of her. 

“Good evening, Enid,” Wednesday started, sweeping her gaze from top to bottom, “Despite my aversion to color I cannot help but admire how your dress corresponds with your eyes.” The raven tilted her head, staring at Enid with that same unblinking gaze, but with something almost softer underneath, “Though I have to admit I do have my preference of the two.” 

Enid couldn’t help but feel butterflies riot in her stomach, Wednesday had stared directly into her eyes when she’d said that, leaving no question as to which shade of blue held her favor. 

Wait, was Wednesday flirting?

“Care to dance?” Enid looked down, seeing a small hand held out towards her own, palm up. 

“I…uh…y-yeah!” Enid choked on the words, squeaking them out in the end. 

She swore she saw the seer’s lips twitch. 

She placed her left hand into Wednesday’s right, allowing the shorter girl to guide it up to her shoulder, her right following on instinct. 

Her fingers brushed bare skin as she brought her hands closer, Wednesday’s hands coming to frame her waist in a way that definitely didn’t make it harder to breathe. It was then that she noticed perhaps one of the most shocking revelations of the evening. 

Wednesday’s hair. 

Too caught up and overwhelmed by Wednesday’s dress, her compliment, her attendance to notice. 

Gone were her normal braids, an elegant bun that somehow still looked messy enough to be carefree sat on the back of her head. 

“Wednesday!” she shrieked. “Your hair!” 

She couldn’t help herself and brushed her fingertips on the nape of Wednesday’s neck, feeling the almost-to-fine-to-feel downy hairs there. 

The seer shivered at her touch, “Do you not like it?” 

“No,” Enid started, seeing the briefest flicker of doubt in dark brown eyes, “It’s beautiful.” 

The music started around them, something slower than before. The goth did not reply but Enid felt the smallest of squeezes from the two petite hands at her waist. 

Wednesday had led them flawlessly, because of course she would, around the dance floor and Enid couldn’t help the stupid smile on her face. There were no words spoken between them, but Enid relished in the way the seer’s thumb seemed to absentmindedly, without its owner's permission rub circles onto her hip bone. Briefly, she had glanced down to ensure it hadn’t been Thing playing a trick on her, and felt herself smile just that much more when black nail polish greeted her. 

When the song finally came to an end Wednesday stopped them but didn’t yet retract her hands. Enid laced her fingers together behind the seer’s neck. 

“Wends-” 

Enid was cut off by the start of another slow song, causing the blonde to furrow her brows and look over at the DJ stand to see Divina shooting her a smirk and a wink before looking back at inquiring brown eyes. 

“Yes, Enid?” 

“Uh,” in that moment her bravado had gone, her fleeting moment of courage to tell the beautiful girl in her arms having decided to take its leave. “I was just wondering if I could lead this time?” 

One perfectly shaped brow raised, Enid knew the seer had caught the off-tone in her voice, but said nothing as she pulled her hands from Enid’s waist, setting them gently in a touch that almost wasn’t there on the blonde’s shoulders. Just as the blonde was about to tell her that she could put them around her neck, Wednesday slid her hands from the girl’s shoulder to the sides of her neck, her fingers sliding into the hair at the back of her neck, thumbs brushing along her jaw. 

“Is this acceptable?” 

More than. She wanted to say, but the words died on her tongue. Instead, she hummed her acceptance in a manner that sounded more like a mouse getting its tail stepped on and set her hands on Wednesday’s waist. 

Mistake. Bad idea. 

Her inner wolf nearly went feral at the feel of Wednesday’s slim figure under her larger hands, clawing at her brain at the sight of her fingers on the petite girl whose hands were brushing her jaw. 

It was almost too much for Enid and somehow desperately not nearly enough. 

They started to move, stepping in time to the music and Enid nearly stumbled, narrowly avoiding stepping on the goth’s toes. Again, Wednesday said nothing but that lethal eyebrow of hers said paragraphs. 

“Sorry,” Enid murmured, looking down at the floor with the lights reflecting around their shoes. 

A small thumb pressed upward on her chin, the hidden power behind it sending a thrill through Enid. “It’s rude to stare at the floor when your partner is right in front of you.” 

Partner. The word bounced around in her brain, doing funny things to her inhibitions more than any amount of solo cups full of spiked punch could. 

Now…

The night had been replaying in Enid's dreams, daydreams, consuming every waking thought. She had been unfocused in her classes, missing replies in conversations. It had almost been a week and they had not talked about that night. 

But why would they? 

It was hardly the first moment that had been shared between them. Hardly the first time the air felt charged and Enid swore there was more conversation happening than just the words they were speaking. 

But they never talked about those moments. 

Almost like they had never happened.

Almost as if they hadn’t meant anything at all. 

It was driving Enid crazy. Unsure if she was the only one feeling the sparks, the pull, the gravity of this unspoken whatever between them. 

The whatever that she so hoped was reciprocated.

She was getting frustrated not knowing if these things between them were real or if they were all in her head. 

Her wolf ears caught the sound of the shower cutting off. If she listened close enough she would be able to hear the sound of Wednesday’s bare feet on the black bathmat they had fought over the color of. 

But she stopped herself. It felt too much like an invasion of privacy. 

Thing gave her a knowing look from the writer’s desk. Well, as much of a look as a disembodied hand could give, before he two finger saluted her and took off out their door. 

The bathroom door opened and Wednesday emerged, long black hair in a rare display without its usual braids. Wearing a black tank top and sweatpants. Enid had to stop herself from ogling the skin Wednesday didn’t typically freely show. If she hadn’t been watching the girl so closely she wouldn’t have heard the sound of Wednesday’s sock clad feet padding over. 

“You left these in the bathroom, I presume Thing has already left to start the laundry?” 

Enid looked down to see the pile of her muddy clothes in Wednesday’s arms. Thoughts flashed through her mind of the goth seeing the pink thong she had been wearing and she felt the blood rush to her face. 

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to!” 

“It proved to be no inconvenience.” 

Taking the clothes from Wednesday, Enid set them on the floor by the foot of her bed. The seer turned to leave, walking towards her side of the room. Before she could talk herself out of it, Enid called out, “Wednesday-” 

The raven stopped, turning where she stood directly in the center of their room. The moonlight streamed in through their half and half window creating the most divine cast of light and dark reflections on the seer. For a moment, Enid could not think, could not breathe, could not move. The whole of Nevermore could have been on fire and the blonde thought that it would not be enough to advert her gaze from the girl in front of her. 

“Yes?” 

Enid swallowed, her saliva thick in her throat, “Can uh…can we talk?” 

A brow raise, “About?” 

“What we are?”  

“I’m afraid you’ll have to be more specific, nevermind the fact you phrased that like a question.” 

The week of underlying frustration, tension, longing bubbled to Enid’s surface, “About what we are to each other.” 

“Am I not your pack?” 

The words hit Enid in the chest like a ton of bricks. She stood, taking a step closer to the shorter girl, “You are.” The words were almost a whisper. 

Wednesday crossed her arms, “Then I fail to see what else there is to discuss.” 

She had not said the words unkindly, hadn’t said them with any emotion beyond her monotone cadence actually, yet the bluntness further fueled the growing frustration of not being on the same page. 

“Don’t you know what that means though?” 

Wednesday tilted her head, her brows bunched, Enid knew the beginnings of a bullshit answer before the seer was able to fully open her mouth.

“Almost a week ago you showed up to the dance, why?” 

Wednesday furrowed her brows, “I do not see how this relates to the current top-” 

Enid threw her hands up in exasperation, “Just-UGH!” Enid took another step closer, Wednesday dropping her arms so they hung at her sides, her hands lifting up just the barest amount as the wolf stalked towards her. “You showed up to a dance you said you weren’t going to, you complemented my dress, and you didn’t dance with anyone but me and it felt like-” she stopped herself It felt like I meant something to you. LIke I was more than just your best friend. “I thought maybe that meant something to you!” 

“What did you want it to mean?” 

Her words struck Enid like a physical blow, and the blonde stumbled back until she sat on her bed. 

Of course, it hadn’t meant anything to Wednesday. The Earth hadn’t shifted on its axis and the room around them hadn’t gotten brighter in color, not for her. 

“Nothing.” 

She thought she heard Wednesday suck in a breath of air but she daren’t look up at the goth. Afraid of what she might find on Wednesday’s face. 

“Fine.” Enid looked up, hearing the strain in Wednesday’s voice that was so abnormal for her it might as well have been a flashing neon light, “Then it meant…nothing to me as well.” 

“No! That’s not…” tears welled in Enid’s eyes, this was always how their conversations went. Ended before they were even started and that was if she actually managed to get the seer to talk at all. “That wasn’t what I meant.” She finished her sentence quietly, looking down to her mismatched blue and pink socks. 

When there came no reply, Enid looked up to find the raven standing where she had been, looking at her with blank eyes and an unreadable face. 

After a moment when the seer continued to remain silent Enid continued with a sigh Might as well lay in the grave she dug “I didn’t mean that…it wasn’t…ugh, our dance didn’t mean nothing to me.” 

Wednesday took an uncharacteristic step closer, “Then what had you intended to say?” 

“I-” I love you “I don’t know.” 

The raven looked, disappointed? 

“Well, if that was all you wanted to discuss…?” 

Enid sighed, defeat settling deep in her bones and she deflated, “Yeah, no that’s- you can go back to your cello playing or whatever it was you were going to do.” 

Silence. 

The blonde looked up and Wednesday still hadn’t moved, standing just as she was with her hands by her sides and starting at the wolf, “Look Wednesday, I’m sorry I cut into your tim-” 

“It didn’t mean nothing to be either.” 

Her voice is quiet, eyes slightly far away as if trying to find the right words. Enid watched in confusion as the seer took one, two, then three more steps towards her, the light slipping off her in a wave until she stood in just the refraction in front of Enid. 

Looking up, Enid’s breath caught in her chest. Wednesday stood before her, a drop of water clinging to the bottom of her earlobe, hair in a shuttering wave around her face, circles under her already dark eyes, a flake of skin on her lip, smelling of summer rain and cello wood and ink. 

She’d never looked more beautiful to Enid, more raw. 

“Then what did it-” 

“Everything.” The word is rushed, said with all the air in Wednesday’s lungs. The air brushes Enid’s face, the faint touch of toothpaste on her breath. Cinnamon. “It meant everything to me, Enid. Simply for the fact that you mean everything, mi lobo. You are my everything.” Wednesday looks away, bashful, a rare sight, “I thought myself permanently solo, not in need of a companion so long as I had my mind. Yet, I find myself looking for you in every room, thinking of what you might say in every situation, turning to my side when I find a breakthrough in my cases. I fear that while I have tried to push my feelings aside throughout the years they have yet to absolve. You have yet to cease being the light to my dark.” 

She tasted the salt of her own tears on her lips, felt the way her hands shook in her lap, the same hands that cupped Wednesday’s face in her hands when she springs up and crashes their lips together. The kiss is firm, Enid trying to pour every ounce of feeling into the raven that she has while Wednesday returns in kind. When they pull back Enid feels her heart is running on overdrive in her chest, can hear the way the seer’s unusually slow heart ticks into a rhythm faster than any she’s heard from the girl before. 

Thumbs brush away the tears staining Enid’s cheeks and she smiles as she holds Wednesday’s elbows before she pulls them in again. This kiss is softer, and she feels herself letting out the breath she wasn’t aware she was holding as she melts into Wednesday, leaning forward so that she can wrap her arms around the smaller girl. They start off slow, long, gentle kisses becoming shorter as they grow in fervor until soon they are kissing in short, quick presses between heated breaths and a dance of tongues. Enid feels two small hands slide from her face and head to her shoulders, pushing her back until she takes a step, Wednesday’s push getting firmer until she took another. 

Enid steps back until she feels her calves touch her bed frame, “Mm, Wends-” 

In one fluid motion Wednesday pushes her back so that she falls onto her bed in a seated position with a soft *oof* and thump, arms behind her as the goth slings a leg over each side of her thighs, straddling her lap. Wednesday’s hands are on her face again, leaning forward for another kiss. Once the raven goes for another, Enid pulls back, trying to ignore the way her wolf screams at her to continue, the way her heart is beating so fast in her chest it makes her dizzy, the way that her lips feel swollen, and she can’t catch her breath. 

But still she has to make sure. 

“Wends-” she pants, looking down briefly as she pulls back the hand that had rested on Wednesday’s thigh before hesitantly putting it back down again, “Willa, are you sure?” 

“As sure as a heart attack.” 

Enid shakes her head, pecking the raven softly on the lips, “You wouldn’t happen to have something more romantic?” 

A slight smirk tinges the edges of Wednesday’s lips though there is so much sincerity in those endless pools of brown eyes.

“As sure as I am that I love you.” 

The blonde freezes, mind, body, and soul going into overdrive at the three little words she thought impossible for one Wednesday Addams to say. Her inner wolf summersaults, begging Enid to throw the girl on her lap onto the bed and mate, mate, mate-

She surges forward in a bruising kiss, the unexpectedness and pressure causing the seer to groan which does unholy things to Enid. 

Wednesday’s fingers slip into her hair, nails dragging at her scalp, occasionally pulling. 

It drives Enid mad. 

One of Enid’s hands is on the raven’s thigh, squeezing and rubbing from knee to hip, her inner wolf howling at the joy of touching more of Wednesday than she has to date. The other, her left, rests at the small expanse of the raven’s lower back, toying with the hem of her tank. The material wasn’t tight, but definitely didn’t hide the seer’s petite frame, and Enid had been dying to run her hands underneath it since Wednesday had walked out of the bathroom in it. 

The girl in her lap sits forward, hands at the back of her head encouraging her to look upward with a gentle pull as Wednesday tilted her head downward, now resting on her knees on either side of Enid’s hips, pelvis closer to Enid’s sternum. 

She couldn’t help it, her slightly elongated canines nipped at Wednesday’s bottom lip, causing the seer to make the cutest little moan against Enid’s lips. The blonde braced both her hands on Wednesday’s back, standing and turning to flip them so that Wednesday’s back was flat on the bed, her legs crossing at the ankle behind Enid’s back as the she-wolf leaned over her. 

Enid was having the best moment of her entire life. She could die right now and die happy. The world could be coming to an end outside their dorm and there was no place she would rather be than right here in this moment. 

She thought Wednesday had been attractive before, taking the reins and straddling her, leading the pace, but it occurred to her now that with Wednesday beneath her, there was considerably more moaning and overall noise coming from the smaller girl. 

It drove her inner Alpha mad at the thought that Wednesday, the girl who controlled her own environment down to her heartbeat, possibly enjoyed surrendering control, her body, to her wolf in a moment like this. 

Kissing down the column of the goth’s throat, Enid had to squeeze her legs together at the raspy groan that came from the other girl. The way the hands in her hair and on her back dug in with just that much more force, causing the wolf in her head to howl. She brought her knee up, pressing it to Wednesday’s center as she stood up from her hunched over position. 

The sight that greeted her made her inner wolf drunk with power. Beneath her, Wednesday’s eyes were squeezed shut, lips barely parted and hands clinching the bedsheets. 

Enid’s inner wolf screamed at her, begged at her to touch, to taste, to tease, to mate. 

The blonde leaned forward again, resting her fingers on the smooth skin beneath the hem of the raven’s top, her thumbs brushing the taunt skin through her tank top. “May I?” she asked, nearly breathless. 

The goth sat up, raising her arms above her head as Enid slid the top off, mind going blank with static when the seer reached around her back and undid the clasp of her black, lacy bra when her arms were freed of her top. 

The blond simply stopped and started, mouth agape, chest rising and falling quickly, at the way Wednesday’s bra hung loose around her full breasts. 

An eyebrow rose, a hint of a smirk, “Wolf got your tongue?” 

Hands with multicolored nails flew down to the bottom of Enid’s sleep shirt, grasping the hem before she ripped her shirt off, flinging it to a corner of their room. The wolf leaned forward again, legs still locked loosely around the knees by Wednesday’s own, the goth falling back on the bed before the blonde could touch her, a teasing smirk on dark lips. Enid’s hands slid up a tapered waist, feeling the ridges of ribs as she slipped her hands under the black lace and kept going upward, only stopping when the offending garment had cleared Wednesday’s fingertips. 

When Enid looked down again she actually had to remind herself to breathe. Beneath her, Wednesday lie flat on her back, her full breasts and dark nipples exposed, already erect from exposure to the air in the room. Unable to help herself, Enid dove down with the vigor of a kid on Christmas, she lapped at each of Wednesday’s breasts like a dog starved of a bone. She felt one of Wednesday’s hands in her hair, scratching deliciously at her scalp and pulling in answer whenever Enid used a bit of teeth. The raven’s other hand ran up the blonde’s back and in a swift flick of her wrist Enid’s own pastel pink t-shirt bra fell to her elbows. Enid trailed her kisses up Wednesday’s chest, brushing the bones of her sternum and up the muscles of her throat before capturing her lips once more in a kiss. Without breaking their connection, the wolf pulled her bra off her arms and added it to the growing random piles of clothing in their room. 

Enid broke their kiss, Wednesday’s back coming briefly off the bed in chase of the blonde’s lips as she stood up. The raven’s chest was rising and falling at a rate the blonde had not thought possible for the goth, yet the sight only further fueled the wolf in her head and the growing wetness of her underwear. Reaching down, Enid slipped her fingers into the waistband of her pants, pulling them down so they pooled around her ankles before she stepped out, kicking them away. 

The wolf now stood, naked, save for her mismatched pink and blue socks and her pink boyshorts. Her hands coming to rest on Wednesday’s slim sides, she kissed the raven once on the lips before placing one on her jaw, the side of her neck, the hollow of her throat, her sternum, working her way down until she kissed above and then below the seer’s navel, her hands having slid so that her long fingers tucked into either side of the girl’s waistband at the hip. She looked up through hooded eyes at Wednesday, whose pupils were blown wide and whose lips were red and kiss swollen. 

“May I?” 

Wednesday nodded, not breaking eye contact as the wolf pulled her sweatpants down, breathing increasing as her werewolf senses caught whiff of the arousal below her. She let out an audible groan when she saw the underwear the goth was wearing. Black lace in the shapes of roses that matched her bra, a little bow above the apex of her sex to tie it all together. 

Enid’s wolf was howling, drooling, begging her to stick her face between Wednesday’s legs and not let up until the girl was writhing beneath her and pushing her away with cries of pleasure on her lips. 

“You’re beautiful,” the words were murmured, reverently, into the soft flesh of Wednesday’s inner thigh, a kiss punctuating the wolf’s sincerity. She looked up at the face of the girl under her, the stunning, spooky, spectacular girl who was letting her unravel her carefully compact composure by the seams. “Can I Wednesday, please?” 

She wasn’t entirely sure what she was asking permission for, just that she wanted permission to do everything, anything, whatever Wednesday was comfortable letting her do for however long. 

Another nod. 

Enid smiled, her wolf gripping at the edges of her control, “Forget how to speak baby?” She wasn’t sure where the pet name came from, just that it made the seer’s brows furrow and the tips of her ears turn crimson. 

“Kiss me.” 

It was an order, one that Enid was ever so happy to oblige. She crawled her way up Wednesday’s petite frame every bit the predator that was locked behind those blue-gold eyes. When she reached Wednesday’s mouth, the seer pulled her into a gentle kiss, one with far more intimacy than the ones they’d shared before. One of the goth’s hands, which had looped loosely around Enid’s neck, trailed down her shoulder until it got to her wrist. Taking the wolf’s larger hand in her own, the goth gently drug Enid’s hand down her body, stopping when she reached the warm heat of her sex, concealed only by that thin layer of lace and cotton. 

“Can I?” Enid asked again, sounding almost akin to a kid in a candy store. 

Wednesday, ever sharp-tongued and sarcastic, “I don’t know, can you?” 

Enid’s wolf growled, one that reverberated in Enid’s own throat into Wednesday’s ear, causing the raven to shudder. “Should I?” 

There was a tense moment, Wednesday seeming to grapple with the last bit of control she had, Enid’s hand hovering just close enough to make the seer’s skin prickle in anticipation. 

Finally, the goth leaned her head back fully into the pillows, “Please.” 

It was barely a whisper, but Enid heard it all the same, kissing the pale neck beneath her lips as she slipped her long fingers past the black elastic waistline. 

The first pass of her index and middle finger through the slick heat of Wednesday’s cunt had them both moaning. Enid’s left arm snaked around Wednesday’s slim shoulders, her right foot keeping the seer’s left leg pinned, keeping her spread open. A petite hand snaked its way up the back of her neck to bury in her hair, nails scraped the nape of her neck making the wolf purr. 

Enid brought her fingers up, finding the raven’s pearl and circling it, causing the smaller girl to gasp beneath her, her back arching off the bed before coming back down, her left hand fisting Enid’s pink sheets. Enid continued to rub the bud under her fingers, working Wednesday up with every increased breath the goth panted out, sucking a bruise into the side of her neck as she did so. 

There was increasing wetness aiding in the movements of Enid’s fingers, the seer making the softest moans as the pressure inside her built up. 

Enid released Wednesday’s neck with a wet *pop*, whispering in the girl’s ear, “That’s it baby, almost there.” 

Usually the one in the seer’s position, Enid was drunk on this feeling of control, doubly so that it was over someone normally so in exact control of her own functions. She felt Wednesday unraveling underneath her, felt her inevitable climax getting closer with every rushed breath, every low moan. Enid’s wolf could not be happier, seeking the spot between Wednesday’s neck and shoulder to nuzzle the spot where her scent was strongest; rain, resin wood, and ink. 

Her inner wolf screamed; bite, mark, mate, bite, bite, bite, mark, mate, mate, mat-

Wednesday’s body went taunt underneath her, the seer’s mouth opening in a silent cry before she went limp, a few aftershocks twitching her in their wake. Enid kissed her temple, murmuring encouragement and praise into Wednesday’s ear as she slipped her finger lower, teasing the girl’s entrance before pushing in with a single digit. 

The sudden intrusion caused Wednesday’s back to arch, her fingers pulling the sheets and pulling at Enid’s hair, a gasp that made Enid’s walls clench escaping her lips. 

She pumped in and out in a slow, steady pace, working the goth back up until she started canting her hips in time with Enid’s movements. “Can you take another, baby?” Enid whispered the words directly into the seer’s ear, feeling the answering nod more than she saw it. On her next pull outwards, Enid put her two first fingers together before thrusting them back into Wednesday’s warmth. 

“Mhm,” was the answering moan, Enid concealing her own grin in a sloppy attack to Wednesday’s sharp jawline. 

She worked the girl beneath her, ignoring the growing need between her own thighs and she crooked her fingers and rubbed at the bumpy spot on the front of Wednesday’s walls. 

This time when Wednesday came Enid felt the increased wetness as it gushed around her fingers, smelt the thick heat of their combined arousal as it painted the walls of their room. She continued pumping in and out of the petite body pinched tight like a bow string beneath her until Wednesday collapsed back onto the bed, sweat beading her brow, breath coming fast and heavy from her parted, swollen lips. 

Enid kissed her neck, her jaw, her cheek, the side of her nose, the corner of her mouth, her forehead. Anything she could get to. Wednesday looked quite possibly the most beautiful and most disheveled Enid had ever seen her. Black hair sprawled over the pillows beneath her, lips red and raw from their kisses and where the goth had bit her own lip to keep from crying out. Breasts marred with love bites, two similar spots adorning the right side of her neck. 

The wolf inside Enid preened looking down at the mess of a girl below her. Purring at the satisfaction of pleasing her ma-

Enid’s world spun as she suddenly found herself on her back looking up at the raven’s dark eyes as her hair fell in a curtain around them. Wednesday once again straddled her hips, wetness painting the lowest portion of Enid’s abdomen, the sensation alone almost bringing her to her own climax. The raven kissed her, hard and with tongue, pushing deep into the blonde’s mouth just to trace the ridges of her upper palate. A small hand with deft fingers trailed down Enid’s left shoulder and arm, lacing their fingers and squeezing gently before sliding back up and slipping a hair tie off the blonde’s wrist. 

The seer pulled away with a smirk as Enid chased after, a hand on her chest keeping her back against the bed with a puppy-like whine. Propped up on her elbows, he watched with adoring eyes as Wednesday sat up on her lap, leaning so that her breasts pushed forward and quickly put her long hair up in a bun. Enid’s fingers itched to touch, to run her fingers along cool, pale skin. So she did. She got to Wednesday’s sides before the seer grabbed both her hands, setting them gently down at the wolf’s sides. 

“Ah, ah,” the goth crowed, shaking a finger, “Bad wolf. No touching. Not yet.” 

Enid gulped, fisting her fingers in the sheets to keep herself from reaching out to the goddess in front of her, nearly ripping the fabric. 

Wednesday smirked, eyes tracing Enid’s near naked form under her before she leaned forward, placing featherlight kisses around the wolf’s face, avoiding her lips. 

“This will be the most devine torture, mi lobo.” 

There was a light tearing sound from Enid’s right. 

She could buy new sheets.

Wednesday started a vicious assault on her neck, sucking and biting with an intensity that had Enid pressing her thighs together. 

Of course Wednesday would treat sex like a form of torture, to see how far should could tease Enid before the wolf finally snapped. 

Enid found she didn’t mind in the slightest. 

Small hands danced up her sides in a way that was borderline ticklish until they reached Enid’s smaller, perky breasts. Hands that cupped, pinched, and rolled until Enid’s chest was heaving and she was near the point of begging Wednesday to touch her somewhere else. Just as the Alpha in her head was about to surrender, one of Wednesday’s hands slipped down between them, cupping Enid through her boyshorts. 

“What do you say, wolf?” Wednesday asked, biting Enid’s collar bone in a way that had the blonde throwing her head back with a choked moan. “Incorrect answer.” 

Her hand pulled away, Enid whimpering at the loss of contact where she needed it most. Wednesday smirked again, “Would you like to try again?” She wrapped her lips around one of Enid’s nipples, grazing the pink tip with her teeth and causing the wolf to shiver. 

Enid caved, “Please.” 

Wednesday, relentless, ever the sadist, “Please, what?” 

Another whimper, Wednesday’s mouth disappeared, her hand that had returned to Enid’s sex then withdrawing. 

“Please, Wednesday,” Enid’s hips bucked up, looked for contact, “Fuck me.” 

A grin, “Good wolf.” 

Wednesday’s small, cold hand dove down the front of Enid’s boyshorts, running her fingers along the slit so begging for her attention. 

Enid moaned, loud and unfiltered, hips bucking again in search for more contact. Wednesday continued to rub up and down Enid’s folds, gathering the increasing wetness there. Just as the blonde was verging on going mad, the raven sunk two fingers into her and pulled back out completely. She did this three times more before beginning to fuck Enid in earnst at a relentless pace. 

Enid, having known herself to be a vocal lover but not quite to this extent, moaned and continued to grip the sheets. Resisting the desperate need to touch the tiny goth on top of her, warring with the command she so desperately wanted to obey. 

“Mm,” Enid’s eyes slipped closed, “Right there baby, just like that!” Wednesday’s fingers curled inside her, hitting the wolf’s g-spot with frightening accuracy. “Uhn, Wends, I’m gonna- I’m gonna-!” Enid’s body, wound tight like a string, snapped as her orgasm ripped through her. The air expelled from her lungs, vision going fuzzy and white as her body shook. As she came down from her high, she registered small fingers gently pumping in and out of her, slowly coming to a stop and lips kissing a sensitive spot at the hinge of her jaw. “Oh my god baby...” 

Enid went to wrap her arms around the raven, stopping just short of touching before the raven nodded into her neck. She held the seer close to her body, breath coming in short pants, occasional spasms wracking her body. She turned her sweaty face into the side of Wednesday’s head, breathing in her scent, willing herself not to cry at finally being able to hold the girl in her arms. 

A bite to her earlobe had the wolf looking down at a pale face on her shoulder, “I’m not done with you yet, wolf.” 

She gulped loudly, already feeling the familiar build of a coil in her loins, “I-I don’t know if I can, I haven-” 

“Has anyone ever tried?” There was a challenge in her voice and Enid thought back to the nights between sheets with Ajax, and Bruno, going until they had busted and then-

“Not really.” 

“Then I shall be the first.” 

And hopefully the last. 

But Enid didn’t say that part. 

Fingers toyed with her already sensitive nipples, lips pressing against her own and a tongue swiping on her bottom lip for entry. 

This kiss and build was slower. Not as teasing but no less powerful. Wednesday took her time, kissing Enid long and slow like they had all the time in the world. Tasting every inch of the inside of her mouth, pressing her tongue to Enid’s sharp canines and drawing blood.   

Enid pulled back, tasting the iron, “Are you ok-” 

“Shut up and kiss me.” 

Enid did as told, fingers digging into the lithe back above her. Wednesday’s hand sought out the apex of her thighs again, circling Enid’s clit before plunging back into her. 

The rhythm this time was slow and as deep as small hands could go, Wednesday bracing her wrist on her thigh as she drove into the blonde. Enid gripped harder at Wednesday’s back, feeling her claws extend. At a particularly hard thrust, Enid’s claws dug in and broke skin, Wednesday sucking in a breath of air at the slight sensation of pain. 

Embarrassed, Enid pulled back, trying to push Wednesday off her to assess the damage. When she had accidentally scratched Ajax he’d pulled out and swore at her, and although Bruno understood he still had been upset with her for the injury. When she finally got a look at the seer’s face, her bottom lip was stuck between her teeth, a flush on the tips of her ears. 

“Wends- Willa- God, I’m so sor-” 

“Do it again.” 

The seer had not stopped pumping inside Enid, curling her fingers to bring the wolf back into the moment when she just stared dumbly at the raven. 

“Huh?” 

“Your claws, do it again.” 

Enid rested her claws against Wednesday’s back, gently scratching without breaking skin. “No-” Wednesday curled her fingers just there and Enid gripped without thinking, tearing into pale flesh once again, “Yes, just like that.” 

“You like that?” Enid was aghast, trying to hold a conversation while her eyes threatened to roll back in her head. The seer enjoying herself with Enid’s wolf tendencies making Enid’s Alpha preen. The answer was a hum into a particularly flithy kiss on Enid’s neck, making the blonde shudder. 

Wednesday curled her fingers again, Enid’s hips bucking in time to meet her. With the raven attacking her neck like she was a vampire, her fingers steadily and relentlessly working inside her, and her other hand coming to tweak one of Enid’s nipples, the blonde didn’t stand a chance. 

Her orgasim hit her like a physical wall. Her toes curled into the bedsheets, her head pushed back into the pillow, back arching off the mattress, claws digging into Wednesday’s back, and Wednesday’s name on her lips. Enid’s body shook and she saw stars, the seer dutifully working her fingers as the Alpha came down from her high. 

When the aftershocks had mostly subsided, Enid laid, completely spent, on the mattress with her chest heaving and her hair sticking to her sweaty face. Wednesday seemed unsure what to do next, and the Alpha solved the problem by grabbing one of the girl’s petite shoulders and hauling her down onto the bed next to her. 

She wrapped an arm around a slim waist and pulled the smaller girl into her side, nuzzling the top of her head where it rested on her chest. 

“Enid,” the seer started, “You are incredibly warm and concerningly sweaty.” 

“After what we just did? I’m more concerned that you aren’t.” 

The raven didn’t even seem winded. 

“With your werewolf stamina I would have expected more endurance from you.” 

Enid’s Alpha took the words as a direct blow to her pride. 

“Yeah? Well what’s your excuse?” 

She didn’t have to see the goth’s face to know she was smirking, “I’m an Addams.” 

Enid sighed, not surprised at the answer. 

Yet, she felt a warmth outside of all the bodily heat they’d just created. 

“Hey Wends?” 

“Yes?”

“I love you too.” 

Enid didn’t say anything more when she felt the subtle grip Wednesday had on her side get that much tighter. Or when she felt what suspiciously felt like a singular tear slide between the skin of Wednesday’s cheek and her chest where her head lay. 

~~o~~

Enid had her jacket zipped so high it was a miracle she could breathe.

There had not been enough makeup to cover the numerous hickeys Wednesday had left on her neck. 

After they had cooled down, they had moved from Enid’s sweaty, torn, sex infused bed to Wednesday’s where they had slept for the night. Enid had awoken, momentarily terrified it had all been a dream or perceived as a mistake when she didn’t immediately see Wednesday, until the girl popped into view coming from the bathroom already dressed for the day. 

That was until she saw the two dark hickeys on the seer's neck, in plain view and only partially hidden by her uniform collar. 

“Oh my god Wednesday!”

The raven had looked over to her with slightly wide eyes, as close to looking startled as Wednesday Addams could get. 

“Yes, Enid?” 

“Your neck!” 

“What about it?” 

“The hickeys?” 

“...I don’t see why you are so surprised to see them. You are the one who put them there.” 

“Yes, but we have class today!” 

“And?” 

“And?” Enid was appalled, “What do you mean and?” 

Wednesday just stood still, staring at her roommate. 

“You can’t just walk around campus like that!” 

“Why not? They do not impede my movement. You were unsuccessful in cutting off any significant blood flow in my carotid arteries.” 

Enid stared, slack jawed, “You mean you’re not concerned what people will thank?” 

“When have I even been concerned about what other people think?” Wednesday turned towards her desk, slipping a folder of papers into her backpack resting by the table leg, “All the more reason to let them be seen if they are from you, mi lobo.” 

Enid’s face flushed, “You still haven’t told me what that means.” 

“You mean you still haven’t looked it up.” 

“Don’t you have a class to get to?” 

“Yes, and so do you,” Wednesday crossed the room in two quick strides, a flicker of uncertainty flashing across her face before she stooped down and placed a quick, chaste kiss on Enid’s forehead. Almost like she was trying to complete the act before she lost the nerve. “I will see you later. Do not go back to sleep or you will be late for class.” 

Enid watched her back as she went out the door, a blush creeping up her neck and face as the spot on her forehead the seer’s lips touched tingled long after the door had shut. 

It was hard to make herself get up, both she and her wolf were greatly comforted by Wednesday’s scent, and here she was completely engulfed in it. Everything from the pillow case, to the sheets, to even her own skin reeked of the raven in the best way.

After a couple minutes, Thing tapping on Wednesday’s night stand caught her attention and she let out a sign. “Fine, you’re right. I’ll get up.” 

The wolf threw back the covers, almost appalled and still being in the same underwear from last night. Getting up she stretched, walked to her side of the room and opened her drawers. She scanned through her items before glancing over at Wednesday’s dresser and making her way over to the dark wooden drawers. 

She made her way into the bathroom and stopped dead in her tracks when she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Specifically, her neck. 

Her throat was pepped in so many hickeys of varying color that it looked like an army of smurfs had had boxing practice on her windpipe. 

“Wednesday!” she shouted, quickly taking a shower before grabbing her concealer and seeing what she could make of the damage. 

It was futile. There was simply not enough makeup without it looking like she painted herself and it getting all over whatever she wore. With a huff, she slipped on the black and grey striped sweater she had swiped from Wednesday’s drawer. 

At least it hid the ones on her chest.

Now, she sat at the table with her friends, all of them giving her questioning looks as she quietly sweat to death.

“Enid, are you feeling okay?” Agnes asked, glancing at the wolf and then down at her jacket. 

“Yeah m’fine, why?” 

“You just…” she stopped again, considering, “Are you cold?” 

“Yeah wolfie,” Yoko started, “You sure you don’t have a fever? You look like you’re burning up.” 

“Also, isn’t that Wednes-”

Wednesday chose that exact moment to pop up, talk about speak of the devil? 

“Agnes, Enid,” the seer started, making eye contact with both of them, “I have a new lead to follow. Should you wish to attend, I will be going down to the morgue in approximately an hour.” Before she left, Wednesday’s eyes slid over the jacket she was wearing. She took a step closer to Enid, leaning down next to her ear, “The name ‘Addams’ looks good on you, Enid.” 

Enid’s face must have burned hotter than the sun. She looked down at the sleeve of the jacket she was wearing and- yep, sure enough, there was Wednesday’s last name. In her rush to cover up this morning she had grabbed the jacket with the highest collar she could find or flip up and it so happened that the jacket she had grabbed was the one of Wednesday’s that was stashed in the back of her closet. 

Divina, who was sitting next to Enid, had waited until the seer walked completely out of the lunch hall before she reached over to Enid and unzipped the zipper of her jacket. Not only revealing all of Wednesday’s hard work, but the raven’s sweater she wore underneath. 

“Oh, my god,” Yoko laughed, covering her hand over her mouth and her two full fangs on display. Enid blushed furiously, rushing to zip the jacket back up. 

“Too late now Sinclair,” Divina teased, “Cats, or should I say wolfs out the bag!” 

“I can’t believe you two finally got together!” Agnes added. 

Enid buried her face in her hands, not regretting a single thing but knowing that she was going to have to tell Wednesday to take it easy from now on on her neck. 

Two weeks later Enid was moaning Wednesday’s name into the ceiling of their shared room as the seer ravished her neck.