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Wednesday’s eye had been twitching for four days.

It started Monday morning, when she’d opened her laptop to a thoroughly vexing email from her publisher, who had apparently neglected to communicate with the distributor of her most recently written work—a spin-off novel to the Viper De La Muerte series. The resulting pushback from the oversight put them a week behind schedule. Seven whole days.

She had never drafted such a vicious email in her life. She was quite proud of it, actually. The ignoramus responsible for the mishap had been profusely sorry, practically groveling at her feet as she threatened to drop him, dangling her business just out of his reach for days on end. Even Enid had suggested she lay off him a little, but it was a pointless request. She wasn’t actually going to leave him, but he needed to think that she was, to pay for his incompetence. It was the most effective form of punishment and subsequently ensured that it didn’t happen again. No amount of her girlfriend’s coaxing could extinguish her burning resolve about this.

Wednesday Addams didn’t do mishaps.

Only two hours after the debacle, her eyelid had started up its incessant twinging. And every day since had been nothing but downright aggravating.

The seer exhaled shortly, angrily ripping out yet another erroneous page from her typewriter, aggressively wadding it up and adding it to the growing pile in the wastebasket.

Her early twenties were supposed to be promising. Fruitful. As a recently acclaimed author with multiple successes already under her belt, she shouldn’t have to deal with moronic imbeciles who got in the way of her upward streak. She simply would not tolerate such setbacks, her ambition much too pervasive to allow her a moment’s rest until everything was back on schedule.

Wednesday needed schedule. Painstaking, rigorous, austere schedule. She could hardly function otherwise, every muscle in her body taut with knotted tension at the mere remembrance of how much more work needed to be done before they were back on track.

Which must have been why now, after three full days of near-nonstop exertion, her goddamn eye would not. Stop. Twitching.

She had half a mind to carve the organ out of her face entirely. Perhaps that was the most desirable solution to such an annoying side effect.

The raven’s jaw ticked, her spine impossibly straight as she loaded a fresh page and roughly cracked her neck, mind racing with where to restart, fingers hovering over the worn keys when a loud buzzing penetrated the silent room.

Wednesday growled under her breath, yanking open the desk drawer that hosted the despicable device and snatching it up, her finger sliding across the screen to answer the call without a second thought.

“What?” she all but snarled, her eyes burning holes through the blank page that mocked her, the perpetual twinge in her eyelid syncing with the throbbing vein in her temple.

“Woah. ‘Hey’ to you, too,” Enid’s soft voice floated through the receiver, Wednesday’s eyes slamming shut as she immediately deflated, elbows leaning heavily on the desk as she passed a weary hand over her face.

“Querida. Hello,” Wednesday said quietly, her face burning. “I did not see that it was you.”

“Mm. You usually answer the phone like that with everyone else?”

“No. Sometimes. With certain people.” Wednesday grumbled a barely audible sigh, burying her cheek in her fist as she stiffly rocked forward in her chair. “How has your evening been?”

“Uh,” Enid breathed, a rustling noise and a muffled thud sounding in the background. “Good. Yeah, I was just going over my psych notes again. Can’t be too prepared, y’know. Wens, what’s up? You sound on edge.”

Her fingernail traced the grain of the wood, her eyebrows pushing together into a frown. “Work.”

She heard Enid sigh. “Still hung up about the shipment?”

“He pushed us back a week, Enid. We’re already supposed to be getting those orders in this weekend, but instead I have to wait days, for no reason other than his egregious ineptitude.”

“Wens, I know he screwed up. But that’s something that’s gonna happen as long as you’re working with other people. No one’s perfect,” Enid said in a gentle tone. “I’m sorry you’re frustrated. I know how important this is to you.”

Wednesday chewed her cheek and scowled, bearing nearly all of her weight on the desk, the wood digging uncomfortably into her arms. She rubbed distractedly at her ever-twitching eye. “I hate being behind.”

“I know,” Enid hummed. “Is there something I can do to help you?”

The seer worked her jaw, some of the stress leaving her shoulders at her girlfriend’s tender offer.

“Mi loba, I appreciate your kindness, but there’s nothing to be done about the matter. Which is partly why it is so infuriating, all I can do is sit here and—“

“No, no, I know. I meant how can I help you?” Enid stressed softly, the love in her voice blanketing the brunette even through the phone. “What can I do to make it easier for you?”

Oh. Wednesday frowned in thought.

“I… do not know,” she admitted after a pregnant pause, slowly sitting back in her chair before releasing a deep breath. “I feel…”

She trailed off, searching for the words to describe the depth of her agitation. Her neck twinged. A rustling on the other end signaled Enid’s movement.

“Yeah? What do you feel?” Enid pressed, garbled voices sounding in the background. “Sorry, I’m moving somewhere quieter. This is supposed to be the library’s silent floor, actually.”

Wednesday worked her jaw. “How much longer were you intending to study tonight?” she asked, her curiosity piqued as she eyed the clock, which had already struck past nine o’clock. Following her afternoon shifts as a waitress, Enid typically only studied for a couple hours at the university’s library before she headed back to their shared flat for the night. Wednesday’s recent preoccupation with work had distracted her from the unusual absence of her girlfriend. She felt another pang of frustration at how easily this issue had uprooted her.

“Oh, um. Well, you know I got my psych exam in the morning, so I was gonna review for that a little longer. I don’t know, maybe, like… an hour? Or less, I’m not sure. I might just give up and hope for the best,” Enid laughed softly. “Why?”

“I was curious. You’re usually not out so late.” Wednesday pushed out of her chair and began straightening her desk, resigning herself to not getting anything more done tonight.

“Yeah, sorry. I texted you. But I know your phone is, like, permanently on DND, so that’s my bad. I’ll call you next time, since that’s the only way to really get your attention.”

“Next time?” Wednesday’s heart did a strange stutter at the notion that Enid would be spending less time at home in the future.

“Well, I mean, if I decide to stay late again. You know midterms are coming up, so I’ll be busier. But—“

“Why don’t you ever study here?” Wednesday asked suddenly, voicing a question she’d been meaning to ask for a while. A sudden nervousness overtook her, and she wasn’t so sure she wanted to know the answer at all, secretly afraid that she was the reason behind Enid’s habit.

“Wens,” Enid drawled, immediately assuaging the seer’s insecurities, her smile obvious in her voice. “You know I can’t focus around you.”

The brunette’s collar warmed as she flustered, her heart racing at the unexpected answer. She swallowed, fingers tightening around her phone as she folded her arm across her midsection and leaned against the desk.

“I… did not realize I was a distraction, querida,” Wednesday said eventually, her face burning fiercely as she scowled at her own reaction.

“Oh, yeah. The worst.” Enid giggled before clearing her throat. “You were gonna tell me how you were feeling earlier. You okay? Psych can wait, I promise.”

The raven huffed quietly, shifting uncomfortably before ambling off toward the kitchen. “I am… severely agitated.”

She listened to her girlfriend hum sympathetically, her irritation flaring once more as the cumbersome situation bombarded her all over again. Trying to take in a steadying breath, Wednesday forced herself not to shatter something as she poured herself a glass of water. After taking a generous swig, she grunted a rough sigh into the phone, her nonverbal tell pulling an endearing laugh from her partner.

“What is so funny about this, Enid?” Wednesday deadpanned, earning another chuckle from the blonde.

“You’re just cute, is all. And don’t kill me for using the c-word! Sometimes it’s literally the only one to describe you.” Wednesday could practically hear her smirk, rolling her eyes even as she fiercely ignored the heat in her face. “But seriously. I’m sorry you’re stressed, love. You work so hard and you’re so good at what you do, I know how upsetting it can be when things don’t go like you want them to.”

Wednesday shuffled her sock-clad feet, quickly downing the rest of her water before depositing the glass in the dishwasher. Slowly, she made her way to the bedroom. “I’m sure everything will be all right,” she muttered, trying, for Enid’s sake, to be optimistic for once.

It was entirely unbecoming, but Enid’s happy little hum was reward enough.

“I know it will. My girlfriend is the best of the fucking best. A little setback is nothing for Wednesday Addams,” Enid said warmly, the seer’s stomach turning over itself at the pure adoration in her tone. She clenched her jaw, fussing with her collar as she rolled her neck.

She stopped in the doorway of their shared room, cheeks warming without warning at the sight of their queen-sized bed.

“Enid,” she intoned, tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“Mhm?”

“I… I feel stressed.”

Enid paused. “I know, baby. Do you wanna talk about it some more?”

“No,” Wednesday said, her frown deepening as one hand squeezed over her temples. “I don’t want to talk about it. I just—I feel like…”

Enid waited patiently for her to finish, eventually speaking up when it became clear the raven was struggling. “Do you feel sick?”

Wednesday sighed wearily. “No.”

“Are you in any pain? Do you feel, like, physically stressed out? In your shoulders or neck or anything?”

“It’s—yes. It’s like my entire body is… tense. And I can’t relax, even when I try.” The words came easier after Enid’s leading questions, the wolf always knowing how to help her sort through her more overwhelming feelings.

“Are you trying to relax now? You at your desk?”

“No. I’m in our room,” Wednesday said quietly, confused by her sudden jitters as she moved toward the bed. “I’m sitting down now.”

“Where?” Enid asked, the simple question somehow kickstarting the seer’s pulse.

“On our bed.”

“Okay, good. Are you comfortable?”

“Yes. Somewhat,” Wednesday admitted, shifting to find a favorable position against the mountain of pillows on their bed. She fidgeted with her collar again, agitated by its restriction.

“You okay?” Enid checked, no doubt hearing another frustrated huff leave the brunette.

“Yes, I’m fine. It’s just my collar is bothering me.”

“You’re still dressed?” Enid spoke through a barely restrained laugh, making the raven flush self-consciously.

“I’ve just finished working,” she said defensively.

“I just thought you’d’ve changed by now. It’s pretty late.”

“With everything I’ve been dealing with, the thought never crossed my mind.”

“I get it. That’s okay.” Enid hesitated, her voice lowering almost unnoticeably. “What are you wearing?”

The seer’s pulse thudded in her throat. She attempted to clear it away. “A button-down and jeans.”

“Okay. Well, that’s definitely not comfy. You wanna change into something more breathable?”

“Like what?” she mumbled the question, her finger trembling lightly as it traced over the top button of her shirt.

“I dunno, whatever you think’ll be the most comfortable right now. Maybe what you usually wear to bed? A t-shirt and shorts?”

“Yes,” Wednesday murmured, her belly swarming with moths. “I will… change. Give me a moment.”

“Okay, yeah.”

Wednesday set her phone down on the mattress, hesitating only briefly before putting Enid on speaker. She stood, her pulse racing as she began to shakily unbutton her shirt, perplexed by why she was so flummoxed by the thought of her girlfriend on the other line. It wasn’t as if she’d never undressed in Enid’s presence before, but for some peculiar reason, the thought of her waiting for her to undress while not being able to see her at all… it was thrilling.

She wondered if Enid was imagining her right now. Envisioning her as she shrugged out of her shirt…

Wednesday shook herself out of the enticing line of thought, Enid’s voice startling her as it came through the speaker on her phone.

“Wens, you there?”

“Yes,” Wednesday said, a touch breathily, to her own embarrassment. “I’m still—I haven’t finished.”

“You’re good. Just wonderin’.”

Wednesday rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a worn, oversized black tee and a pair of pin-striped pajama shorts, making her way back to the bed and tossing them on the mattress. Her fingers hesitated at the button of her jeans before she decided she was being foolish, shimmying out of them completely and discarding them in the laundry bin. She pulled on her shorts and tied the drawstring, her cheeks flushing again as she quickly removed her bra and put on the soft t-shirt. Crawling back into bed, she snatched up her phone, switching it off speaker-mode and holding it up to her ear again.

“I’ve changed,” she said, already feeling more at ease in the forgiving clothes.

“Good. You feel any better?”

“Yes. Still… tense, but yes. Better.”

“Are you laying down again?”

“I am,” Wednesday answered, swallowing harshly as she played with the hem of her shorts, willing her thoughts to stop wandering.

“Good. That’s good.”

It was quiet on the line for a few seconds. Wednesday was sure Enid could hear her frenetic pulse, even through the phone. She wondered if she was reading into things, if Enid hadn’t meant to sound like she had, her tone a touch lower than what was normal whenever they were outside of their bedroom. Either way, it was affecting her. Profoundly.

“Enid?” Wednesday said in a small voice.

“Mhm?”

The seer shifted, her muscles still too rigid for her to properly relax. She worked her jaw several times, nerves fluttering up from her stomach and threatening to choke her words. Her lungs pushed out a quiet breath.

“This isn’t helping.”

“What? Laying down?”

“Yes,” Wednesday said, struggling to a sitting position before leaning back against the headboard. She chewed hard on her cheek, crossing her legs and staring through the bedspread, imagining Enid here, with her, instead of at the library. She let go of a frustrated noise.

“Tell me what will help, then,” Enid offered, her cadence low and calming. Wednesday closed her eyes, which was a mistake, all of the images she’d been trying to keep at bay suddenly flooding her mind in the brief darkness, her stomach tightening and her breath shallowing as she ripped her eyes open again, slightly disoriented until Enid spoke up.

“Wednesday?”

“I’m just—“ Wednesday broke off with a ragged breath, her palm digging harshly into her eye. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know at all, or you don’t know how to tell me?” Enid asked forwardly, the subtle confidence that Wednesday found so alluring thickening her tone. The brunette’s heart skipped more than one beat.

“I… don’t know how,” she managed, her voice hardly above a whisper. She fisted the hem of her tee to suppress some of the absurd shakiness she felt. Enid hummed lowly, the sound going straight to her belly.

“If I was with you, would it be easier?” Enid prodded benignly, but Wednesday could hear it in her voice. “Could you tell me what you need?”

A quiet, trembling sigh escaped the raven before she could swallow it. “Yes.”

“Okay,” Enid exhaled, her tone almost breathless. “I’m on my way.”

Wednesday’s entire body flushed, the heat in her stomach igniting at the thought of Enid being with her soon, her thighs pressing together in an effort to relieve the undeniable pressure that had built between her legs so rapidly.

“I… I will see you shortly, querida?”

“Very shortly, yeah. I’m already halfway to my car.” Enid’s breathing had gotten faster, either from the walk or because of their conversation, Wednesday didn’t know. But the notion that Enid was equally affected as herself made the seer’s heart flutter. “Did you wanna stay on the phone while I drive, or…?”

“No, I’m going to… get ready for bed while I wait for you. Drive carefully, Enid.”

“Of course, yeah. Always. Love you, Wens. I’ll see you in a few,” Enid said breathlessly, the werewolf obviously smiling through her words. Wednesday pictured her cheeks a bright pink, her fangs gleaming in the moonlight. A sudden influx of gratitude for her beautiful partner flooded her chest.

“I love you, mi sol,” she said, a rare, unfiltered devotion reserved only for Enid slipping into her tone.

The phone call ended, and Wednesday made her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth and do her skincare, her mind and heart racing with increasing speed as the seconds ticked by. By the time she had finished, ten minutes had passed, the raven’s pulse kicking up even more as she realized Enid would be here in the next five minutes, the university not even a twenty minute drive from their place.

She picked up one of the several novels on her bedside table and settled back in bed again, knees tucked underneath her jittery frame, the tightness in her body coiling to an almost unbearable level as she tried and failed to comprehend the words on the page. She sighed to herself, rolling her neck once again, stomach relentless in its tossing as her ears listened for the front door.

Another unendurable three minutes passed, Wednesday still on the first page of the useless novel, her tolerance waning to a breaking point when the sound of keys in the door purged her brain of anything else.

Her breathing automatically picked up, chest shallowly heaving as she waited, eyes trained on the bedroom doorway. She listened as Enid entered from the living room, her tummy turning at her girlfriend’s sigh and the clank of her car keys in the dish on the kitchen counter. Heart thudding, Wednesday waited for her to round the corner, her footsteps getting closer, louder, until—

“Hi,” Enid breathed, smiling brilliantly from where she stood in the doorway. She leaned against the frame and cocked her head at the seer, grin bleeding into a smirk, bright blue eyes twinkling as they roved over Wednesday’s body. “Miss me?”

Wednesday’s cheeks pooled with heat as her hands clenched around the forgotten book in her lap, her tongue heavy as lead in her mouth, her gaze helplessly taking in all of her girlfriend—from the cut-off graphic tee and tattered blue jeans she wore, to her pink Converse high-tops, all the way back up to the tiny braids that accented her pastel-streaked hair. The seer swallowed roughly, her voice strained when she finally broke the silence.

“Querida.” She swallowed again, absently discarding her book before twisting her hands together in her lap.

She watched as Enid shrugged her backpack off and dropped it by the door before slowly approaching the raven, the shorter woman’s lungs quaking beneath the piercing stare her girlfriend held her with, her heart tripping when the blonde sank down on the edge of the mattress, the denim covering her outer thigh scratching at the seer’s knees.

Wednesday’s eyes fluttered when Enid reached out to pin a strand of hair behind her ear, her palm warm against the side of her face as she instinctively nuzzled closer.

“I’m here,” Enid murmured with a soft smile, leaning forward to nudge Wednesday’s forehead with her own, the seer’s hand covering the one against her cheek as her eyes slid shut, her jaw working tirelessly as she shuffled closer.

“I… have. Missed you,” Wednesday confessed quietly, answering the earlier teasing question, a deep scowl furrowing her brows at the vulnerable admission. Enid breathed a laugh.

“Yeah? Well, I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Enid said freely, their noses bumping before she pressed a loving kiss to the raven’s freckles, her arms moving to wrap low around Wednesday’s back as she pulled her in close, tucking her chin into her shoulder.

Wednesday sighed into the hug, her arms automatically locking around her girlfriend’s shoulders and pulling her halfway on top of her. Enid hummed, lips dropping a soft kiss on the exposed part of her shoulder, her breath warm against the sensitive skin.

“You really are tense, Wens,” Enid mumbled against her before lightly moving her lips over the straining cord in her neck, her strong hands carefully running up and down the tension-filled back, the seer tightening her hold on the werewolf to hide a shiver.

Wednesday didn’t reply, sighing heavily again as Enid’s hands landed on her waist, tantalizing fingertips brushing just beneath her shirt. She pressed into the mouth at her neck, nearly whining when Enid’s lips parted, her teeth grazing the heated flesh.

“I think I know how to help,” Enid mumbled against her neck before slowly kissing her way toward her ear. “Can I?”

Wednesday nodded, hands holding her head against her, her stomach swirling uncontrollably when Enid’s fingers tucked underneath her shirt, palms hot against her stomach.

“Enid—“ Wednesday squirmed beneath her touch, legs shifting out from under her as she tried to bring the wolf closer, the position awkward. Enid pulled back, kissing her cheek again before her hands retreated from beneath her tee. Wednesday straightened immediately, a terrible sinking feeling stealing the breath from her lungs as she chased her girlfriend’s touch, flushing when she realized Enid was just taking off her shoes.

The seer watched quietly as Enid tugged the sneakers off, tossing them across the room before turning back to face her, the look in her deep blue eyes sending a shock down the brunette’s spine. Enid stood, eyes hooded as she unbuttoned her jeans and kicked out of them, Wednesday’s throat dry at the sight of her girlfriend’s baby blue boyshorts, the werewolf hardly giving her a second to adjust before she was peeling her shirt off too, her toned abs flexing with the effort. Her blonde hair was enticingly ruffled, perfectly framing her face in the low light of their bedroom, the flirtatious smile etched into her cheeks causing the seer’s heart to contract. Wednesday’s gaze raked over her chest and stomach, heat twisting in her gut at the matching sports bra she wore, the raven’s hands tangling absently in the sheets as she struggled for words.

Enid was otherworldly.

Wednesday could hardly breathe when she crawled into bed beside her, their eyes meeting in a charged moment, the blonde lovingly taking Wednesday’s hands in her own and guiding her to sit astride her muscular legs. Wednesday was visibly shaking now, her entire body seemingly in overdrive as her trembling fingers rested against Enid’s collarbone, her dark eyes wide as she waited for Enid’s lead.

The taller woman just smiled softly, one of the hands at her waist coming up to fix her bangs, the tenderness in her gaze palpable.

“You know it’s up to you, what we do, Wens. There’s no pressure here,” Enid murmured, nothing but pure love in her expression.

Wednesday shuffled closer, arms shakily wrapping around the blonde’s neck, their mouths inches apart. She sighed a tremulous breath, deciding after several moments to speak without words, eventually mustering enough courage to lean forward and press her lips against Enid’s in a soft kiss.

Although they had been intimate for a while now, it was still a point of inner contention for Wednesday, her prideful nature having difficulty admitting when she needed touch. She was grateful for Enid’s endless patience with her, content for her to take the lead when it came to physical affection and sex, the seer still exceedingly shy when it came to initiating.

But tonight, her usual apprehensions stayed locked away, the unresolved stress in her body urging her to take the first step, her muscles almost sighing in relief the second her lips met Enid’s.

Enid made a low noise, her hands falling to gently squeeze Wednesday’s hips in encouragement. The seer pulled back after a few seconds, Enid’s half-lidded gaze meeting hers before it dropped to her mouth. Her fingertips began a lazy trail up the back of Wednesday’s shirt, lightly massaging the tight muscles, the pressure propelling the seer forward, their noses brushing as she let out a breathy groan.

“Will you let me rub your back? I think it’ll help,” Enid breathed into her mouth, her fingers increasing their kneading of her lower back, eliciting another quiet noise from the brunette. “You’re really fucking tense, baby.”

“Yes,” Wednesday said in a strangled voice, thighs trembling as Enid pushed back on her hips and gently instructed her to lay on her stomach. Wednesday obeyed, shifting to get comfortable, her head resting on folded arms. She glanced back to see Enid straddle her waist before sitting back against her ass.

A shaky breath left her at the foreign but welcome feeling, her knuckles whitening around her forearms as heat flooded her stomach and she stared into nothing, willing her heart to stop racing. Enid’s hands on her lower back made her breath hitch.

“Actually, it might be better if you take your shirt off. Don’t you think?” Enid’s gravelly tone combined with the suggestive question made Wednesday’s pulse trip, her belly twisting with undeniable arousal. She could only nod, her arms quivering as she slowly tugged the collar of her t-shirt up and over her head.

“Can I help?” Enid asked, fingers catching Wednesday’s shirt hem when she whispered her consent, movements careful as she pulled the tee off of her.

Wednesday settled again, stomach tightening at the feel of the comforter against her bare chest, her nerves kicking up when she thought about what was about to happen, her girlfriend’s hands lighting upon her once more and drawing another breathy noise from deep within her.

“Are you cold?” Enid hummed as she used her thumbs to gently massage the taut muscles in Wednesday’s lower back. The seer shook her head, overly aware of the thick heat that permeated the air between them. “Okay. Tell me if it hurts or you wanna stop.”

Enid began a slow, deep knead, her strong fingers working through the tense flesh with attentive precision. Wednesday worked hard to remain as quiet as possible, but the relief was so overwhelming, she found herself biting back noises with every breath. She pressed her forehead harshly into her arms, unintentionally tensing, Enid’s hand on her shoulder urging her to relax.

“Does it hurt?” Enid murmured, thumb sweeping across her raised shoulder blade.

“No,” Wednesday said, her breathing labored as she attempted to force her body to unwind. “No, it feels good.”

Enid bent to kiss the back of her neck, then a stiff shoulder. “Just try to relax as much as you can, ‘kay? Let me work it out for you.”

Wednesday took a deep breath, turning her head to the side before nodding, her heart anything but calm as the heels of Enid’s palms dug into the center of her back, the wolf bearing her weight behind them to properly work through the knots. The raven barely managed not to moan when Enid’s fingers first pressed into the hardened muscles around her neck and shoulders.

“There it is,” Enid mumbled to herself, humming when she began to rub the extremely taut area and Wednesday let go of a low hiss, eyebrows bunching together as she hid her face in her arms again. “God, Wens, no wonder you bit my head off earlier when you answered the phone.”

“I—didn’t mean to,” Wednesday managed through another groan, Enid’s fingers working deeply at the base of her neck.

“I know…”

Enid spent the better part of twenty minutes massaging her shoulders and neck, the seer gradually relaxing as the tension finally receded from her muscles, the feeling of Enid’s capable hands on her bare skin sending constant waves of pleasure throughout her body. The stress she’d been carrying for days bled out of her, until she was left with a bracing restlessness, her fingertips buzzing with a nameless need.

After a few quiet moments, Enid’s touch changed, the pressure of her fingers relenting as she flattened her hands along Wednesday’s skin, moving them aimlessly across the tender flesh in soothing caresses. Wednesday felt her shift on top of her, adjusting her weight before dragging her hands down the raven’s back in a deliberate touch, her palms pressing lightly into her lower back for a moment, her nails skimming up and over her spine as she repeated the action.

“Enid.” Wednesday’s breath hitched.

The wolf only hummed, her fingers dancing across Wednesday’s heated skin, the seer shivering at the teasing touch and fidgeting beneath her.

Her breath caught again when Enid’s fingers lingered on the small of her back, nails skimming the waistband of her shorts.

Wednesday’s breathing turned shallow, her mouth going dry when Enid tucked her fingers beneath the material for a moment, hesitating before her weight shifted off of the brunette, the heels of her hands digging lightly into the top of her ass.

“These can go, too, yeah?” Enid said softly as her nails grazed Wednesday’s hips, fingers slipping beneath the raven to catch the drawstring before slowly pulling the tie loose.

The seer moaned silently, limbs trembling as she lifted her hips away from the mattress to let Enid untie her bottoms, the wolf passing a soothing touch over Wednesday’s lower back before she was gently tugging the shorts down her legs. Burying her face in her arms, Wednesday struggled to breathe normally, her entire body quivering as Enid’s fingertips skated over the backs of her thighs and calves, the blonde whispering a faint curse when the shorts came off completely. She shifted to straddle Wednesday’s legs, her hands passing over her spine again.

The sudden feeling of Enid’s mouth on her back stole a tremulous groan from the brunette, her grip tightening around her arms as her lungs heaved. Enid’s hands situated themselves low on her hips, thumbs sweeping across the skin in tender strokes as her lips reverently mapped out every notch in her spine, patiently making their descent and wholly unraveling the seer beneath her.

“Enid.” Wednesday’s whine was muffled behind her arms as she squirmed, the feel of Enid’s tongue in the dimple at the bottom of her spine pulling another strangled noise from her throat. “Querida—“

Enid shushed her mildly before sucking a mark there, fingers teasing along the elastic of her underwear, the seer’s hips almost pressing up into the light touch. After another minute of this silent torture, Wednesday’s control finally snapped, one of her arms unfurling to blindly reach for her girlfriend, her fingers passing through blonde hair before they found one of the hands at her waist and squeezed.

“Enid,” she breathed again, the wolf instantly understanding the unspoken request and carefully crawling up her body, the seer turning on her back before pulling the blonde in for a truly desperate kiss.

Enid sighed through her nose as she settled her weight on top of Wednesday, immediately taking lead of the kiss, her tongue swiping over Wednesday’s bottom lip before it slipped inside her mouth, both of them groaning softly into the intimate touch. Wednesday’s fingers tangled in color-streaked hair as her mouth opened wide, the kiss deepening even more, her nerves buzzing with warmth, Enid’s touch hot on her stomach.

Enid huffed when Wednesday’s teeth sank into her lip, the blonde pressing the dark-haired girl into the pillow with the force of her kiss, her hands possessive as they grasped at her hips and held her down. The pressure was intoxicating, Wednesday moaning low at the way her girlfriend’s thumbs dug into her hipbones as she kissed her without control, her entire mouth moving over her own, her tongue warm and wet and deep as it claimed her.

By the time Enid moved to her neck, Wednesday was a shaking, panting mess. She whimpered at the brush of fangs along the delicate skin of her collarbone, her thighs rubbing together in a quiet, frantic attempt at relief. Enid marked her at the base of her neck—where she liked it most, the blemish just enough out of sight for her to be comfortable out in public, but close enough for her to pull back her collar and admire whenever she wanted throughout the day. The thoughtfulness behind even such a carnal gesture made the seer’s heart swell with adoration, her gut pooling with an impossible amount of heat at the way her partner constantly cared for and worshipped her.

She wanted Enid everywhere. On top of her, all around her. Inside of her.

Wednesday moaned, her eyes slipping shut when Enid’s mouth kissed between her breasts, a sudden pause in her ministrations causing the breathless brunette to look down, her lungs hitching at the darkness in those crystal blue eyes, pink lips swollen and shiny where they hovered over a straining nipple. Her mouth fell open as Enid’s lips parted around her breast, her back arching when a feverish tongue swirled around the sensitive bud. Her hands shook as they held Enid against her chest, her legs opening as she hooked them around her waist, her entire body pulsing with need as she silently pleaded for more. The blonde sucked a deep mark beneath her breast before moving to the other, humming against her when she gently took the nipple between her teeth and pulled.

The noise that left Wednesday then was borderline salacious, Enid’s lidded gaze glinting up at her with a sultriness that would’ve made the devil himself submit, her lips forming a smirk around the abused nipple before the flat of her tongue caressed it in slow, soothing strokes. Wednesday watched, unable to look away—not daring to—her heart caught in her throat as Enid used her teeth and tongue to make out with her breast. Her hand focused on the other, tenderly cupping the swell, fingers tweaking at the rosy peak, carefully unsheathed claws leaving raised lines along the delicate skin, the sensitive flesh pink and mottled by the time she finished, pressing a final, closed-mouth kiss to each nipple and beginning the journey of kissing down her stomach.

The swarm of moths in her belly that had been plaguing her since their earlier conversation kicked up a storm within her as Enid’s mouth brushed over her navel, her tongue tracing the swell of her belly. When her lips met elastic, Wednesday physically jolted, her hips unconsciously canting upward, her desperation obvious in the quivering thighs that hung around Enid’s shoulders.

Enid chuckled lowly and Wednesday whimpered her name, eyes squeezing shut as she tried to regulate her breathing, her hands flexing in the hair they were buried in. Enid pressed a slow kiss to the little black bow on the front of her underwear, the raven blinking down at her girlfriend and nearly swallowing her tongue at the sight of Enid’s face between her thighs. Shockwaves of liquid heat skated downwards of her stomach, the pulse in her center throbbing unbearably. The werewolf’s teeth took the waistband between them and tugged lightly, the elastic snapping back in place before she kissed lower, Wednesday groaning pathetically as she pushed her hips up into Enid’s mouth, her body begging to be properly touched. Enid sighed against her, the warmth of her breath spreading over her inner thighs, making her clench.

“Baby,” Enid mumbled, lips brushing over her clothed slit, already ruined with slick. A whine tumbled out of the seer’s mouth without permission as she urged Enid’s head closer. “I can taste you through your clothes.”

“Please,” Wednesday finally broke, her legs coming apart as she rocked up into Enid’s mouth, the blonde’s tongue pressing flat against her as she licked upwards, lips closing around the covered bundle of nerves in a soft, promising kiss. The seer swallowed tightly, her stomach turning over itself when Enid’s fingers tucked beneath the band and finally started to rid her of her last piece of clothing.

Enid’s eyes were black and hooded as she tugged dark panties over trembling thighs, the brunette desperately lifting her hips to help her remove them, her stomach tightening with desire at the way her girlfriend’s gaze struggled to look away from her throbbing cunt, the ache in her center reaching an unbearable level when the werewolf hastily discarded her underwear and stood on her knees between shaking legs, her calloused hands smoothing across the expanse of Wednesday’s thighs before gently parting them.

Heat rushed down her spine and lit her body on fire with a burgeoning warmth, her arousal now on full, blatant display for Enid, the image of her girlfriend’s ravenous gaze permanently etched into the seer’s brain for eternity. She whined a pathetic sound as she restlessly grasped at the sheets, hips undulating before she swallowed the last of her dignity and spread her legs fully, her tortured eyes meeting Enid’s in a fiery moment.

“Fuck me, you’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen,” Enid breathed, her tone rough and deep, her fingers noticeably trembling as they danced along soft inner thighs. “So perfect.”

She bent to kiss the inside of Wednesday’s knee, keeping her eyes locked on her partner’s. She gently guided the seer’s legs over her shoulders, Wednesday releasing a harsh sigh as she looked down at her girlfriend, a playful but tender smile dancing across the scarred face as she settled comfortably between her legs.

“You gonna relax for me?” Enid hummed, littering lazy kisses along the quivering flesh of the thighs that held her captive, her irises almost glowing in their ardor. “Gonna let me take care of you?”

A broken moan shattered the air between them, Wednesday nodding frantically as she locked her ankles behind Enid’s back, arching, fingers fisting blonde hair as she pushed through another whine and tried to bring the wolf closer. Enid’s hot breath was on her, her lips brushing the wetness between her thighs, a breathless, rumbling groan escaping her when she finally went down on her properly, her mouth opening against her, an eager tongue spreading her open and devouring her whole.

Wednesday jerked, a guttural sigh ripping from her lungs as her stomach contracted, a completely different kind of tension now wreaking havoc on her body. Her thighs squeezed Enid’s head, pinning her there, her heels digging into a muscular back as her girlfriend’s lips wrapped around her clit and sucked.

“Enid—dios,” Wednesday whimpered, high-pitched and breathless and so unlike her, pressing her hips into the blonde’s unrivaled mouth and hiccuping another moan.

With a low growl, the wolf’s tongue darted out to stroke the overly sensitive clit, her mouth opening wider to flatten the skilled muscle against the swollen bud and begin a torturously steady pace. Wednesday cried out a pitiful noise and shook, her entire frame rigid as she rocked herself against Enid’s mouth, her face screwed up in anguished pleasure, eyes struggling to stay open as she watched.

Her head slammed back into the pillow at the sight of her girlfriend blinking lazily up at her, her jaw working tirelessly as she repeatedly ran her tongue along the length of her, fangs peeking out from between glistening lips. The seer moaned, the veins bulging in her neck as another wave of ecstasy brought her closer to the brink. She panted, her body shaking with the effort of securing Enid’s place against her, black spots clouding her vision as she felt herself begin to topple.

She called Enid’s name in rapid succession as her hips faltered and her back arched off the bed, the wolf’s fingers digging into her hips and pinning her to the mattress as she suddenly doubled her pace, tongue flicking mercilessly against her. When lips latched tightly around her throbbing clit, the raven shattered, the tension in her body coiling then snapping all at once as she barreled through a soul-rending orgasm. Her lungs stopped working completely, her thighs trembling uncontrollably as they crushed Enid’s head between them, shockwaves of endless bliss washing over the seer and rendering her useless as she twitched helplessly against the talented mouth, fingers twisting in the blonde hair and tugging hard as she shoved her impossibly closer.

Enid moaned into her softly, tongue working her gently through it, fingers tenderly caressing the stuttering hips and heaving stomach. After a full minute, Wednesday finally collapsed, her breathing ragged as she carefully detangled her hands from her girlfriend’s hair, black nails lethargically raking along Enid’s scalp. The blonde hummed again, her movements gradually slowing until she stopped, pressing a last kiss to the still-pulsing clit, the brunette whimpering quietly before her legs fell away from her shoulders to urge her up her body.

The werewolf relented, littering kisses along Wednesday’s thighs, hips, and stomach as she made her way to the seer’s mouth, both of them sighing into the kiss. Enid carefully draped her body over her partner’s twitching form as she kissed her deeply, tongue languidly twisting into the raven’s open mouth, Wednesday’s breath still uneven as she willingly gave in to the wolf’s amorous affection, her mind fuzzy and blank in the aftermath of such an intense orgasm.

“You okay?” Enid’s question was muffled by the ringing in her ears, the brunette only able to nod weakly as she struggled to catch her bearings, her eyes closed and her chest still heaving. Enid tenderly kissed her bottom lip before moving to her chin, soft, wet lips parting around the skin of her flexing jaw, tongue drawing tiny circles around a frenetic pulse point.

Wednesday hummed, hands still petting through tousled blonde hair as the taller woman worshipped her neck. “Querida…”

Enid only sighed against her neck in response, her hands squeezing the seer’s waist before running up and down her sides, eliciting an irrepressible chill throughout her still-shivering body. She shifted, the delicious pressure from Enid’s thigh against her sensitive core making itself known with a stuttering gasp. Her hands clenched around blonde hair.

Not a moment later, Enid’s hand skated down her naked side to grip her thigh, slowly pulling it around her waist while raising her own to intentionally grind into the brunette.

“Enid—“ Wednesday choked out, eyes slamming shut again as she tentatively pressed up into the strong plane of her girlfriend’s thigh.

The blonde’s hand drifted inward, fingertips trailing low across the seer’s stomach. “Wanna try for another, or are you done?” Enid murmured, teeth grazing a marked collarbone. She shifted her weight to make room for her hand between them, fingers barely brushing along the raven’s arousal.

Wednesday huffed, unconsciously clenching around nothing. Pulling Enid into a kiss, she whimpered against her lips, hips canting against teasing fingers, the werewolf dotting gentle kisses across her freckles and groaning breathlessly when the brunette reached down to guide her to her dripping cunt.

“Fuck, Wens,” Enid sighed shakily, her hot breath puffing across Wednesday’s scorching cheek. “Do you want—“

“More. Please?” she begged in a small voice, squirming beneath the intimate touch, her free arm hooking behind her girlfriend’s shoulders as she arched into her. “Enid…“

“I’ve got you, yeah,” Enid hummed, kissing the tick in her jaw as her fingers mindfully explored the wetness between her legs. Wednesday whined softly before she released the blonde’s hand and pushed into the touch, grasping desperately at the sheets beneath her.

“Please…” Wednesday breathed again, swallowing a needy whimper as Enid’s middle finger circled her pulsing entrance. “Inside.”

The whispered request had the wolf groaning as she kissed the raven hard, tongue swiping along a swollen bottom lip just as her finger pushed inside, the shorter woman gasping raggedly into her mouth as she rolled her hips, urging her deeper. Her walls clenched around the single digit, her knee hooking higher around Enid’s waist as her hands left the bedding to instead claw at the blonde’s back.

“Enid…”

“I know,” the wolf mumbled against her jaw, her finger sheathing itself completely before she pressed a tender kiss beneath Wednesday’s ear. “I know, baby. I’ve got you.”

Pulling out slowly, Enid introduced a second finger, swallowing Wednesday’s pitiful moan with a messy kiss as she carefully stretched her, mindful of how some time had passed since their last time together. The seer was thankful that she didn’t have to voice anything, her body still unused to too much penetration since they had started being intimate, her heart swelling once again at the endless ways Enid took care of her.

With her ring and middle finger now fully inside of her, the werewolf broke their kiss, her blue eyes hazy with desire but still alert as they blinked down at her girlfriend, Wednesday’s lungs collapsing when her fingers withdrew from her, painstakingly slow, only to press in deeper.

“‘S’that feel okay?” Enid asked as she thrusted in again, earning her a tremulous moan and a frantic nod as Wednesday’s blunt nails scratched down her back, snagging on her sports bra. Without thinking, the brunette tugged the offensive material up and over the blonde’s head, the taller woman whimpering quietly as she helped her remove it with one hand, the other still buried deep inside her cunt. The seer whined when Enid carefully removed her fingers from her to rid herself of the bra, but was quickly silenced by a hot, insistent mouth on her own as she swiftly reentered her, her thigh pressing up behind her hand to reach even farther than before.

“Wednesday,” Enid moaned into her ear, picking up her tempo to match the needy rhythm of her girlfriend’s hips. “God, you’re so pretty like this. So beautiful. All mine.”

She mumbled that last bit before her lips closed around Wednesday’s earlobe, the seer’s stomach swirling with moths at the blatant praise and possessive claim. She nodded, smashing her face into Enid’s neck as she cried out softly, the fingers inside of her curling along her front wall. Her hips jerked as she rutted against the skilled hand, gasping sharply at the pressure of her palm against her throbbing clit.

Her vision went spotty when a particularly firm brush had her rapidly approaching the edge again. Her nerve-endings were set alight with unimaginable desire as Enid steadily thrusted into her, murmuring soft praises against her sticky skin, filling her up with her perfect fingers over and over again. Only when Wednesday had been teetering on the brink for well over three minutes did she whine in frustration, her body still refusing her release.

“Please…” she whispered more to herself than to Enid, but the ever-attentive wolf caught on instantly.

“What do you need? My mouth? Tell me, I’ll do it,” Enid promised, her pace never slowing as she dropped a sweet kiss on Wednesday’s cheek, her free hand maneuvering to carefully press down on her lower stomach. Sparks of pleasure dotted the brunette’s vision as she reached down to grasp at the hand on her abdomen, hips desperately grinding down against the relentless fingers.

“Can—“ she broke off with a helpless whimper, eyes pinching closed as she reached lower, her own trembling fingers brushing over her clit in a hesitant movement before she started rubbing herself with intent.

A tattered moan broke loose from the werewolf’s chest. “Baby, I can do that. Let me do that,” she whined breathlessly before gently removing Wednesday’s hand and bending down to replace it with her mouth.

The raven cried out at the sudden shift in sensation, thighs flexing around the broad shoulders that kept her spread open, her back bending unnaturally as the blonde’s fingers twisted into her with renewed vigor, her hot tongue worshipping her apex and rendering her witless. The seer’s mouth hung open in pure ecstasy as she let Enid fuck her with her tongue and fingers, her orgasm hurtling towards her at an inconceivable rate.

When she came, Enid’s name was a ragged sob that cut through the air, her body quaking uncontrollably in the wake of the purely mind-numbing orgasm, her hands quivering around fistfuls of blonde hair as she clamped desperately around the werewolf’s fingers, bucking up against her tongue as endless sighs tumbled past parted, swollen lips, her brain blissfully empty of anything but the woman between her legs. Enid gave her no time to recover, her tongue dipping lower until it replaced her fingers, slipping deep inside of her to massage her gently, drawing out her pleasure for unending moments until she peaked again, the raven crashing over the edge for a third time, her pussy clenching violently around the muscle as she helplessly rode Enid’s face, choking on air as her chest heaved with panting, ragged breaths.

Enid moaned into her, thrusting her tongue slowly until the shorter woman was utterly spent, her body collapsing against the bed in total exhaustion, her core pulsing sporadically after such an intense, overwhelming release.

The wolf grinned in contentment, pressing loving kisses to her girlfriend’s ruined cunt before carefully licking her clean, mindful not to brush against the overly sensitive bundle of nerves. When she was finished, she gently kissed each inner thigh before crawling up her partner’s quaking frame. One of Wednesday’s arms was slung over her face, shielding her eyes from the blonde, tender kisses along the delicate skin of her wrist coaxing her to uncover her face and blink hazily up at the woman who had just wrecked her completely—mind, body, and soul.

Enid was positively smug.

The seer’s face warmed and she huffed, tugging her wolf into a fierce kiss, pouring all of her admiration and gratitude into the loving embrace. They separated with a tiny smack, Enid’s smile wide enough to reach from ear to ear. She gathered Wednesday in her arms and laid beside her, the brunette blinking owlishly up at her as the haze gradually cleared, unable and unwilling to tear her gaze away from the face of the woman she would raze nations for.

Her jaw clenched and she swallowed roughly when Enid rubbed their noses together, still smiling that earth-shattering smile and reaping the pathetic organ she called a heart straight from her chest. Her stomach tossed recklessly within her as she wrapped her arms low around Enid’s waist and hooked a trembling leg over her thigh. Her eyelids drooped, sleep coming quickly to steal her away before she forced it away.

“How’re you feeling?” Enid murmured. She kissed her softly with barely parted lips. “Better?”

Wednesday could only hum, struggling to keep her eyes open, not wanting for a second to look away from the flawless creature in her arms. Her brow twitched in faint thought, her voice rough with imminent sleep.

“Are you… you didn’t…” Wednesday trailed off, flushing at her own selfishness, ashamed that she hadn’t even considered Enid’s needs before now. But the blonde just shook her head and kissed her gently again, the seer helpless as she closed her eyes and relaxed into the soft gesture of affection.

“‘M more than okay, Wens. Promise.” She feathered another kiss along a blushing, freckled cheek, giggling at the responding nose scrunch. “I love taking care of you. Making you feel good. ‘S’all I want.”

Sighing quietly, Wednesday burrowed into her neck. Her face burned, fingertips drawing random patterns along the waistband of Enid’s boyshorts as she lost the battle with her exhaustion and her eyes slid shut.

“Want you,” Wednesday whispered, biting back an aggressive yawn, nuzzling closer into the warm werewolf. Enid laughed softly, jostling her slightly.

“You can have me tomorrow,” she heard Enid barter, a smile in her voice, her words taking several seconds to process before the seer grunted. “Sleep, Wednesday. I love you.”

“Te adoro, mi loba. Mi querida,” the raven murmured, half-asleep already, a tender brush of lips against her hair carrying her to deep oblivion.

Chapter Text

Wednesday was barely alive when Enid kissed her goodbye the next morning.

Soft, warm lips lingered against her mouth, brushing delicately across her cheekbone and temple before landing lastly on ruffled bangs. Only when the blonde had left did the seer register her words through the fog of her lethargy—that she was off to take her psychology exam and she would see her soon. She grumbled to herself, burrowing her face into her girlfriend’s pillow and willing herself back to sleep, hoping that it would pass the time faster.

It was pointless. Tantalizing images danced behind her heavy eyelids, robbing her of any respite. All she could do was think about the night before, of Enid—the seer’s naked body shivering with the memory of her wolf’s strong hands, her muscles tender and loose from such an extensive relief of stress.

She felt undeniably incredible.

Tugging the blanket up just below her chin, Wednesday curled into herself, her girlfriend’s pillow tucked snugly beneath her head as she felt herself drift into a semi-slumber, several half-formed ideas already spawning in her head, the raven unable to fully succumb to sleep in favor of chasing shapeless fantasies.

Eventually, the brunette dragged herself out of bed to lazily shove into the bathroom for a shower. Her reflection quickly stopped her in her tracks, blood pooling in her cheeks as she took in her ruined appearance—braids falling out, bangs askew, lips puffy and red, dark bruises littering her collarbone… and lower. Turning self-consciously, Wednesday looked over her shoulder at the marks that dotted her spine, an imprint of fangs just visible in the soft skin above her waistline. A fluttery feeling filled the goth’s stomach and she swallowed a surprised sound, mentally shaking herself before finally looking away and starting the shower.

She needed an especially frigid one this morning.

Taking an extra amount of time, Wednesday stood beneath the icy spray and let it wash away her grogginess, the freezing water in fact doing nothing for her flustered state, the raven sighing roughly after several minutes of meticulous bathing, twisting the taps off in near exasperation.

She rubbed the water away from her eyes, skin tingling all over from more than just the chill in the air.

She needed Enid. Again.

Her reflection mocked her as she stepped out of the tub, the seer only glancing briefly at the blotchy skin still pestered with bruises before snatching a towel from the door and burying her face in it. A small, frustrated growl tore from her throat as she tried to tamper the persistent heat in her face and neck, eventually huffing as she aggressively dried off and exited the bathroom, not even caring that her hair was still dripping down her back. She just needed to get away from the mirror.

Wednesday blindly picked out a pair of baggy grey sweatpants and a large black t-shirt to lounge in on her day off. Then, more consciously than she’d ever admit to herself, she went for a lacy black thong and a matching bralette. Purely for comfort, obviously. Nothing more.

She certainly wasn’t thinking about her girlfriend in any regard. Especially not how her deep blue eyes would glitter when she undressed her later, or how her gaze would rake over her body before greedy hands fell upon her trembling form—

No. She was not thinking about that at all.

The blood never left Wednesday’s cheeks as she got dressed. It lingered still as she brushed her teeth, her fingertips meeting never-ending heat as she moisturized her face, her maroon complexion taunting her as she carefully detangled her hair.

Chewing her cheek as she glared at her reflection, the raven opted to leave her hair down for the day. It made perfect sense, after all, since she would not be leaving the house. She wanted to be comfortable, especially after such a stressful week. It had nothing to do with how much Enid loved to see her without her signature braids.

Wednesday remembered well the last time she had worn her hair down for Enid. They hadn’t even made it to the bed—the werewolf instead taking her on the kitchen counter in a rare display of dominance that had left the seer secretly pining for more.

Pushing up from her vanity, the brunette exhaled shallowly, her arms folding as she paced aimlessly across the bedroom, her stomach kickstarting its deplorable rhythm of twisting and turning as her mind flooded with the memory. She couldn’t stop it if she wanted to—and she wanted to. It was torture to think about Enid whenever she wasn’t here.

Staring into nothing, Wednesday gnawed at her thumbnail, her gut swirling as she remembered the strength with which Enid had lifted her onto the counter, how desperately she had begged to have her, right there in the kitchen. The novelty of it all had been one of the most thrilling parts for Wednesday, the couple having never been intimate anywhere outside of their bedroom before. She remembered agreeing without hesitation even in her flustered state, her nerves dissipating into nothing the second Enid had kissed her soundly, her arousal skyrocketing to new heights when the blonde tugged her pants down her thighs and the cool granite met her backside.

Enid had made her come two times on her tongue and twice more on her fingers. Wednesday hadn’t even possessed the strength to get herself down; Enid had to carry her all the way to bed before she passed out.

Fisting her shirt, Wednesday half-heartedly tried to redirect her lecherous thoughts but failed miserably, the memory overwhelming her with vivid, unmistakeable recollection, her hands slowly relaxing to absently smooth down over her stomach, trembling fingertips trailing along the waist of her sweatpants.

She swallowed roughly, clenching her jaw shut as she glanced at the clock on the bedside table. The time read a quarter past eleven.

Enid was probably just finishing with her exam, her and her vampire colleague Yoko almost certainly planning to eat lunch together afterward before she made her way back to their flat for the day. Fridays were Enid’s days off, too, the pair typically free to spend the evenings together as they decompressed from the work week.

She certainly could use some decompression now.

The seer’s pulse tripled as she mindlessly sank onto the edge of their bed, her heart slamming erratically into her sternum as she moved to lay down, Enid’s scent washing over her as she situated herself against the pillows. She stared at the ceiling for several tense seconds, fingers idly pinching at her waistband as she silently warred with herself.

Self-pleasure was not exactly foreign to the brunette, but she hardly ever had to resort to it. It was rare for her to feel so overcome by arousal to the point where she couldn’t wait for Enid, her partner always more than willing to satisfy her—promptly and thoroughly—should she ask. Plus, her sexual appetite was not necessarily insatiable. At least, not typically.

Part of her wondered if she was being gluttonous for considering taking care of herself now, so soon after Enid had pleased her three times over. Her blush deepened at the much more recent memory of her girlfriend’s touch, her body almost coming to life at the thought of how thoroughly she had ruined her last night.

Her stomach turned and she let out a silent groan, her jaw working as her brow furrowed in conflicted deliberation, the fingertips of her right hand dipping just beneath the band of her pants before she retracted them in a fist.

Enid’s touch would feel infinitely better than her own. That was indisputable. So why was she even thinking about touching herself? Her girlfriend would be home soon enough.

But… soon could be hours. An hour, at least. What if Enid decided to go out after lunch? Wednesday knew how much she loved to shop with Yoko. It could be late afternoon before she returned, for all she knew. Could she wait that long? Should she?

What if Enid was tired when she came back? What if she didn’t want to?

The seer’s eyes shot open at the thought. She could count on one finger the amount of times her girlfriend had turned down sex during their relationship—and that had been close to her full-moon cycle, when she had not felt in full control of herself and worried about accidentally causing her harm. Wednesday had made a morbid joke about being more than willing to die at the hands of her lover during the throes of ecstasy, but Enid hadn’t been very impressed by it. It earned her a verbose but very endearing speech from the wolf about how much she valued the safety that characterized their relationship, and how she “never, ever, ever, ever” wanted to jeopardize that, especially not during sex. Wednesday eventually kissed her—mostly to silence her, but also to reassure her that she agreed wholeheartedly and that her comment had been made (mostly) in jest.

But it was entirely possible that Enid would not be in the mood when she returned later, and Wednesday could barely voice her needs without dissolving into a stuttering, blushing mess as it was, so she would likely just embarrass herself either way.

Wednesday breathed in deeply, her left hand falling against her thigh as the other remained on her stomach, fingers absentmindedly tracing the jagged line of her scar. Pleasant chills skated across her skin, only serving to make her pulse quicken.

She was overthinking this. Like she did most things. What had Enid been telling her recently? To try and let go more often, to stop thinking so much and just feel?

Feel. It wasn’t terribly difficult to feel right now. She figured she could feel even more, if she let herself…

A quiet breath escaped her as she settled a palm over herself, eyes fluttering to look down at her right hand where it laid over her sweatpants, the nearly innocuous touch doing nothing for her but so much at the same time. Her heart thrummed loudly, her breath turning shallow as she slowly increased the pressure of her fingers, just barely rubbing through the thick clothing. Her other hand clenched at her thigh, the raven adjusting her hips as she attempted to get comfortable, eyelids sliding shut as she forced away her inhibitions and focused instead on the mounting pressure beneath her touch.

For several moments, she just laid there, suspended in the in-between of doing something and nothing at all, images and scenarios flitting through her mind at breakneck speed. Her middle finger twitched, curling tentatively and dragging upwards. The gesture was faint, almost impossible to feel through her clothes, but Wednesday’s breath hitched all the same, her belly twisting at the mere thought of what she was doing.

She wished Enid was here.

A despairing scowl wrinkled her features as she balled her hand into a fist, a rough breath escaping her heavy lungs as she squirmed uncomfortably, the dull throbbing in her core dispelling all other thoughts.

She wished Enid was here. In this bed. Touching her.

Wednesday let go of a soft whine as she finally yielded to her desire, a shaking hand pushing below her waistband to rest gingerly on top of her underwear, heat pooling in her stomach when she was immediately met with dampness, the thin fabric of her thong already hopelessly drenched. She blushed at the evidence of her own intense arousal, easily recalling Enid’s words from the night before as she’d kissed over her clothed core, her voice deep and rumbling as she spoke into her cunt. The brunette felt her thighs begin to quake as she briefly squeezed her hand between them, the added pressure stealing a shuddering sigh from her. Her free hand flew to her face, trembling fingers pressing into a tightly closed eyelid just as her hand drifted lower, another gasp breaking free as she realized just how ruined she actually was.

Without much more deliberation, Wednesday bit back her lingering self-consciousness and dipped beneath the lacy fabric, a quiet, startled sound escaping her when her fingers instantly slid through copious slick, the hand on her face dropping to fist in the hem of her shirt. Her breathing was labored and disjointed as she lay there for a beat, acclimating to the feeling of her hand between her legs without a barrier, the seer nearly whining at the overwhelming amount of heat that steadily pulsed from her stomach to her throbbing cunt. She shifted, hissing a pathetic noise as her fingers brushed against her swollen clit, her movements hesitant and slow as they instinctively drew circles around the area. It wasn’t long before she felt herself grow impatient for more, her breathing picking up as she dipped lower to drag along her dripping entrance, her mind on Enid and how perfectly she had fucked her the night before.

She whimpered as she hesitantly parted herself with one finger, the digit sliding easily through the mess in her panties that had come just from thinking about her girlfriend. Her hips jerked as the pad of her finger gently nudged up beneath the hood of her clit; her abs heaved, head turning to half-bury her face in the pillow as jolts of euphoria scattered to every nerve-ending, the very tips of her toes sparking with electricity. Haphazardly, her rhythm picked up, her legs spreading in need.

“Enid—” The soft keen was pulled from her unconsciously. Brokenly. Her entire body flushed upon hearing her own ragged desperation, and a brief feeling of shame washed over her. Still, she didn’t stop, her neck straining into the pillow as she worked herself closer, her back arching as she helplessly pushed up against her hand, another quiet, breathless groan breaking free as molten heat pooled in her belly.

“Please,” she whispered to no one, her body buzzing with an invasive warmth as she added a second finger to increase the pressure against her aching clit, a short, needy moan piercing the quiet room at the immediate shock of pleasure. Her eyes pinched closed, a grimace contorting her usually placid features as she lent her hazy concentration to a rapidly increasing back-and-forth rhythm that made her see stars every other second, her control threatening to unravel with each touch.

In her mind, she pictured Enid. It was always Enid that made her this way. Wednesday had never fathomed the purpose of things like erotica or pornography, had never once required their assistance in bringing her to release. She only ever needed to think about Enid, about her hands or her tongue, about the way her mouth felt against her, or how she sounded when she came. In fact, it was the only thing that could send her over the edge when she was alone—the thought of her girlfriend replacing her hand with her own, or using her tongue to spread her open. It was the thought of Enid touching herself while she undid Wednesday with her mouth. It was her fisting the seer’s hair as she came apart on her tongue.

Wednesday choked on a ragged moan at the sudden gush of slick that met her frantic fingers. She wanted that. Desperately. She wanted to please Enid so badly, all the time—especially after last night. She wondered if she’d let her, or if she’d have to beg for it. If the sight of her on her knees would be enough to convince her, or if she’d insist on putting her partner’s needs first, like she always did.

Would Enid be weak for her for once? Would she let herself give in?

She whined pitifully, her body trembling as her hips rocked against her hand. She wanted to be the one to make Enid feel like this. Better than this. She wanted to make her feel like she had last night. She needed to.

Wednesday’s breathing had escalated to heavy, uneven puffs of air, her clit unbearably swollen beneath her frenetic touch, her soaking sex tight and throbbing against her fingers. She was overwhelmed by arousal—the idea of tasting Enid, of using her tongue to send her over the edge, was driving her to near insanity. It had been so long since she’d pleased her properly, the wolf endlessly insistent upon taking thorough care of the brunette before she ever allowed herself to receive, Wednesday more times than not succumbing to exhaustion directly afterwards. Enid never seemed to mind, had always assured her that she preferred giving anyway, but Wednesday was not content with that. She regretted not pushing through her drowsiness to tend to her girlfriend, to satisfy her completely.

She not only wanted for it. She craved it. And she was going to make sure it happened soon.

Wednesday groaned, low and needy. She was balancing on the blade of a knife, heels digging into the mattress as she parted her legs even more, her torso stretching as she arched away from the bed, her stomach tensing as she fell victim to the chase. She was almost embarrassed by how quickly her orgasm coiled in her belly, her fingers’ movements turning sloppy as she approached the edge, breathless noises spilling from her lips as she imagined precisely what she desired to do to Enid, how anxiously she longed to feel her fall apart beneath her touch—

The sudden thrum of her phone on her nightstand ripped her away from the brink in less than a second, reality hitting her like a punch to the gut as she froze, panting. The device buzzed loudly and unavoidably at her side, the raven swallowing dryly before glancing over at the contact photo that covered the screen, her stomach plummeting at the sight of her girlfriend’s grinning face. She scrambled to a half-sitting position, her hand still trapped in her sweatpants as she panicked, her hesitation lasting long enough for the call to end. Without thinking, she reached for the device with her free hand, fingers trembling profusely as she mashed the notification before she realized what she was doing.

It rang only once before she picked up. Wednesday didn’t have a chance to catch her breath.

“Hey! I was just calling to see if you wanted anything for lunch before I came home. I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

The sound of Enid’s voice alone almost made Wednesday break, the whiplash from being so close to release before being brutally torn away from it causing her desperation to spiral. She swallowed several times, her eyes shutting in embarrassment as she cursed herself for calling back in the first place, her stomach tightening with both nerves and persisting arousal, the seer all too aware of the hand still buried in her pants.

“No,” she finally managed, her face heating at the raspiness in her voice. She prayed that Enid didn’t notice. “You—you didn’t wake me.”

She scowled at her own stutter, her heart thudding rapidly in her throat as she waited through a thick moment of silence.

“You okay?” Enid asked, a quiet concern evident in her tone, and Wednesday wanted the bed to swallow her whole.

“I’m fine,” the raven bit out, unable to stifle a rough breath. She cleared her throat. “How was your test?”

There were some shuffling noises before a car door slammed shut. “It went really well, I think. It was a lot shorter than I was expecting, but I feel good about my answers.” She paused. “Wednesday, what’s up?”

“What do you mean?” Her heart was pounding, the slick between her legs impossible to ignore.

“Well, you sound out of breath.”

The seer swallowed roughly, nerves kicking a storm inside of her as words eluded her completely. She could only lay there, silent, mortifyingly cognizant of her pathetic position. What had she been thinking?

She hadn’t been. She’d been feeling.

Her cheeks burned as Enid repeated her name in a soft, questioning tone, the brunette reddening further at her girlfriend’s obliviousness. She shifted uncomfortably on the mattress, her breath catching when she unintentionally brushed against herself, the seer shocked by the jolt of pleasure that skated down her spine. She quickly retracted her hand, flattening it nervously against a quivering leg.

“Baby, talk to me,” Enid stressed quietly, a note of worry bleeding into her voice. Wednesday’s belly tightened at the pet name; she barely suppressed a noise. “Are you stressed again?”

She shook her head before she realized the blonde couldn’t see her. “No. No, Enid, I’m fine. Really.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Wet fingers trembled against her thigh. “I’m sure.”

Enid sighed, clearly not convinced but not pushing it. “Okay. Well, did you want me to grab you something to eat on my way home? Yoko had to meet Divina so we ended up not going out.”

“I’m not very hungry, querida.” At least, not for food. “But thank you.”

The blonde hummed a short laugh. “All right, well. I am, so I’m gonna run through Panda Express real quick then I’ll be home.” She paused, her voice suddenly different. Lower. “I missed you this morning. I really wish I could’ve stayed in bed with you, but. Y’know.”

Wednesday’s eyes squeezed shut as her mouth went dry, another wave of desire rolling through her without warning. She huffed softly before pushing out of bed and quietly padding to the bathroom. “I… feel the same, mi corazón.”

She flicked on the tap with her elbow, sandwiching her phone between her ear and shoulder before quickly washing her hands, accidentally catching a glimpse of her flushed complexion in the mirror as she toweled off.

“Yeah,” Enid breathed, the sound of her car’s movement rumbling in the background. “I just… cannot stop thinking about last night. Like. Oh my god, you have no idea how hard it was trying to focus on a stupid exam when all I wanted to do was go home to you.”

The seer almost groaned aloud, her already weakened knees shaking as her knuckles turned white around the counter’s edge. She swallowed harshly and hastily returned to the bedroom, trying desperately to ignore the worsening slickness between her thighs. It became impossible at the memory of her girlfriend’s touch.

“Enid, I have to go,” the brunette managed to say, grip tightening around the phone as she swayed in the middle of their room, eyes hopelessly drawn to the unmade bed. “Drive safely.”

“Oh—um, okay. I’ll… see you soon?” The wolf sounded put out by her abruptness, but Wednesday was barely hanging on. She couldn’t bear another second on the phone if Enid was going to start talking about last night; she worried she would actually humiliate herself.

“Yes. I love you,” she tacked on, her hand tangling in her shirt. She listened as Enid returned the sentiment, then barely choked out a goodbye before ending the call.

So much for subtlety.

The seer sighed deeply, dropping her phone on the bedside table before putting some much-needed distance between herself and their bedroom.

Wednesday made her way to the kitchen, her legs weak and her skin sticky. She yanked the refrigerator door open and grabbed the pitcher of filtered water, nearly spilling it when she poured herself a tall glass, her hands still trembling profusely.

She forced herself not to think about her girlfriend.

Or the current state of her underwear.

Or the counter she was leaning against, which was the very same one Enid had once eaten her out on.

Draining her glass with a last desperate swig, the brunette haphazardly dropped it in the sink before pushing off toward the living room. Tucking her feet beneath her on the couch, she waited, her body tensing sporadically as she fought to control her lecherous thoughts. She wondered why she was even bothering; not even ten minutes ago she’d been on the verge of coming to the thought of going down on her girlfriend—it wasn’t like there was much she could do to deescalate things now.

The seer exhaled a harsh sigh, working her jaw tirelessly as she clasped her fidgeting hands together in her lap. After battling herself internally for several more minutes, she allowed her thoughts to wander. She blushed, a shy feeling overcoming her as she pictured Enid, red-faced and breathless beneath her. She imagined the feel of her skin, hot and slick against her lips, the wolf’s fingers clawing at her scalp as she pressed her closer, deeper. She envisioned the way her hips would move in tandem with her tongue, how she would say her name in that rare, devastating tone that only came when she was on the brink of ecstasy.

Wednesday gasped raggedly, knuckles digging into her thighs as she trained her eyes on the front door, almost willing her girlfriend into existence, her heart and body aching to bring the fantasy to life, her belly swarming with incomparable desire. A splash of anxious energy doused the seer and she jumped to her feet, making a beeline for the half-bath down the hall. She glanced hard at her reflection, a prominent blush sitting high on her cheekbones, the brunette grumbling a small sound before carding her fingers roughly through her tousled, half-damp hair, trying to make herself look at least somewhat presentable. She was panting, her throat dry as she scowled at herself, eyes drifting downward to follow the slope of her rippling neck, eventually lighting upon the half-covered blemish at its very base. Swallowing harshly, she fiddled with the collar, eventually tugging it down to unveil the impressive mark Enid had given her the night before. She shuffled forward, hips bumping against the sink as she attempted to get a closer look, her teeth sinking hard into the flesh of her bottom lip as fingertips ghosted across the purple bite mark, the memory of Enid’s fangs pressing into her skin sending chills along her spine and sucking the air right out of her lungs.

Was it possible to be driven to psychosis by desire alone? If so, Wednesday was living proof. She was going insane.

Eventually, she managed to rip herself away from the mirror, her feet subconsciously taking her back to the bedroom, the raven freezing in her tracks when she realized where she was headed. She didn’t know how long she stood there in the doorway, her fingers a tangled, fidgeting mess at her midsection, their intended destination becoming harder and harder to resist. They drifted downward, to her waist, the ache in her center enough to pull an exasperated mewl from the back of her throat as she mindlessly caressed her lower stomach, her black-painted nails lightly scratching at the overly sensitive skin. Quivering fingertips trailed over her hipbones and skated beneath her waistband, her right hand traveling lower as she brought the other to clutch at the doorframe. She spread her legs just slightly and released a pathetic whine, the shaking fingers of her dominant hand already below her underwear and fully intent on going further when—

There were keys in the front door, and the sound of it opening.

Wednesday almost choked on her tongue, her hand immediately withdrawing from her pants as she spun around, sighing a harsh breath as she helplessly attempted to calm herself.

“Wens? I’m home.” Enid’s voice was like a burst of fresh air. There was the slam of the door and a rustling of a plastic bag as she seemingly made her way into the kitchen.

The seer swallowed reflexively several times, running her hands anxiously through her hair and straightening her clothes, mortifyingly aware of the absolute catastrophe in her pants.

She shuffled forward tentatively, her nerves on fire as she wrestled herself under control and pressed on, making it to the end of the hallway before stopping suddenly, just barely rounding the corner.

Enid was facing away from her as she opened her takeout, humming softly to herself as she dug out the contents to place them on the counter, the sound of her sucking something off her thumb jumpstarting the raven and propelling her from the shadows.

For a moment she just stood there, watching Enid, her eyes greedily taking in every inch of her. She wore a dark green cropped sweater, the wide collar distressed and hanging off a broad shoulder, the strap of her lacy white bra peeking out from underneath. Wednesday’s gaze dropped to the indented muscle of her lower back, her tummy swirling with heat as she caught sight of part of the scar at her waist, the majority of it hidden beneath tight-fitting, faded grey jeans.

She wanted them off. Now.

When Wednesday made another unconscious movement toward her, Enid finally turned around, her eyes smiling before her greeting died on her tongue.

Blue irises glittered before receding, the blonde releasing a breathless sound as she intently drank in Wednesday’s unorthodox appearance. The seer stood motionless a few paces away, her blood pumping at an inconceivable rate, her face certainly the deepest shade of crimson as she held Enid’s gaze, breath coming in shallow pants, fingers fiddling in front of her.

Enid worked her jaw as if to say something, eventually sighing a shaky laugh and taking a step forward, her eyes impossibly bright and infinitely dark at the same time.

“Your hair,” she breathed reverently before erasing the rest of the distance, her hand reaching out to touch a silken black lock. Wednesday felt the world cave beneath her feet. “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous, Wednesday.”

She was unable to move, helpless in the striking presence of her paramour, her body thrumming with so much desire she was sure the werewolf could feel it. Enid read her expertly and stepped directly into her space, pressing her body up against her until no room between them remained. Wednesday’s breath hitched audibly, her throat bobbing as she tilted her head back to look up at the blonde, one of Enid’s arms wrapping low around her waist before she carefully gathered the flowing hair over one shoulder.

“So gorgeous,” she repeated, lips moving along the side of her exposed neck, the raven’s knees nearly buckling at the feel of hot breath under her ear. “I love when you wear it down. You know that?”

“Yes,” Wednesday whispered, grabbing at the werewolf’s waist to steady herself. “That’s why I did it.”

The admission drew a pleased growl from Enid’s chest and she stepped even closer, both arms now wound tightly around the seer’s hips as she pulled back from her neck to pin her with a heavy-lidded look. The brunette’s lips parted with a small gasp, hands fisting the bottom of Enid’s sweater as she stood trapped against her, helpless to look away from her burning gaze. Never wanting to.

“Yeah? What, you been thinking ‘bout me or something?”

Wednesday said nothing, but her fluttering eyelids and flushed face betrayed her, the seer working her jaw silently before tugging bashfully on the sweater in her grip, her gaze dropping in embarrassment.

She hadn’t just been thinking about Enid.

“Hey, c’mon,” the werewolf gently nudged, her smiling lips pressing against scorching freckles. “Don’t be shy with me. Tell me what’s been on your mind.”

The shorter woman only shook her head once, stubbornly burying her face in her girlfriend’s shoulder, angry at herself for being unable to communicate exactly what she’d been thinking—well, more accurately, what she’d been feeling—since she woke up. Enid was as kind as ever, humming a soft laugh into her hair before kissing her ear, her hands wandering up and down her back in firm, soothing caresses.

“Wednesday,” Enid crooned, swaying them lightly. “What’s going on, love?”

Huffing, the raven pulled back, her bangs askew until Enid reached up to fix them, her gaze affectionate and sweet. Wednesday’s brow furrowed and she shifted her weight, her arms moving from between them to wrap around the taller woman’s neck. She swallowed, eyes dropping to grinning lips.

“I—” Her throat closed, cutting her words short. She clenched her teeth, taking in a frustrated breath as her eyes closed, the fist around her heart loosening when Enid squeezed her reassuringly. She reopened them, setting her jaw in quiet determination.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

A flicker of heat danced in Enid’s eyes. “Oh yeah?”

Wednesday bit her cheek hard, a rare expression of anguish bleeding through her mask and instantly alarming the woman in her arms, her gaze turning concerned.

“Hey, hey. I love that you’ve been thinking about me,” Enid assured her, her hand gently carding through the hair down her back. She tried and failed to catch her eye. “Tell me what’s up.”

Wednesday focused intently on her finger as it threaded through a hole in Enid’s collar. “I just… have had… a difficult day. Without you.”

“Oh. Difficult how?” Enid asked, wrapping her arms securely around her.

The pressure ground their hips together in a firm touch, Wednesday’s still-sensitive lower half pressing into her on instinct. Her pulse tripled, and she forfeited without much more cogitation.

“Querida,” she rasped, her tone loaded with every last ounce of desire she’d been wrestling for the last several hours. Her eyes pleaded with the wolf, begging, one of her knees unintentionally threading through the gap between Enid’s, searching for friction.

The blonde sucked in a sharp breath through her nose, her hands moving to frame the goth’s hips and keep her there, half-straddling her leg, her strong fingertips digging into her as she pulled her against her.

“Wanna tell me what’s been botherin’ you?” the blonde murmured in a clearly affected voice, her tone husky and warm. Lips skimmed along a prominent jawline to open against her ear. “Maybe I can help.”

Wednesday shivered as she stumbled forward into the strong body, hands shaking where they held onto Enid’s shirt. “Y-your food will get cold.”

“Fuck that, you’re all I wanna eat,” Enid breathed just as she fisted the hair at the back of Wednesday’s head to drag her into a deep, open-mouthed kiss.

Every nerve-ending in the raven’s body was set alight at the touch, Enid’s lascivious statement swimming around her head and stripping her of any semblance of control. Wednesday whimpered pitifully, eagerly accepting the hot tongue that expertly invaded her mouth, her brow wrinkling in desperate concentration as her mind went numbingly blank. She clung to the wolf’s shoulders and stood on her toes to deepen the kiss, Enid groaning roughly before walking her backwards and pushing her up against the counter, the knee between her thighs trapping her there. White-hot arousal flared low in the seer’s belly as Enid pressed her thigh up against her, the shorter girl hiccuping a breathless moan at the sudden tightness at the bottom of her spine. She could hardly breathe, let alone think, and it took all of her willpower to pull back before things escalated.

“Enid—“ she tried, but was quickly cut off by her own whimper when her girlfriend’s mouth latched onto the frenetic pulse point beneath her ear, teeth grazing skin. “Querida, w-wait.”

Separating from her with a wet smack, Enid tugged herself away from Wednesday’s neck, dark blue eyes locking onto hers in an instant. They swirled with heat and desire for a moment before simmering with a note of concern.

“What’s wrong?” Enid asked through labored breaths. Wednesday wasn’t faring much better, the brunette barely able to take in enough oxygen as it was.

“I…” Her face flared with heat, shyness overcoming her at her own lustful train of thought. She licked her lips and shifted her weight.

Enid’s hold loosened a touch, the fire in her eyes dimming. “Do you not… did I misread things? Shit, we can stop if I did, I’m sorry for—“

“No,” Wednesday blurted, flushing again at the desperation in her tone. “No, I want you.”

Enid sighed a small laugh and nodded gently, still intently searching her partner’s face. “Okay. Okay, what is it, then?”

Wednesday clenched her jaw, trying not to think about the leg she was still straddling. “I just…” She trailed off, sighing quietly as her gaze averted to Enid’s shoulder. “You said… I could have you. Last night, when—after—you said I could have you.”

She felt the werewolf’s pulse thud rapidly beneath her twitching fingers, the seer not daring to look up into those cerulean depths. She swallowed shakily, shifting shyly. “Is that all right?”

”All right?” the blonde echoed faintly, hands flexing around her waist. She cleared her throat. “Baby, that’s—um. That’s more than just all right.”

Hesitantly, Wednesday glanced up at Enid, her eyelashes catching on her bangs as they fluttered, the sight she was rewarded with sending a tingle down her spine. Enid looked radiant, her cheeks all flushed and her eyes burning with undeniable desire. The raven swallowed, tentatively touching over the hands clamped around her waist and intertwining their fingers. She held Enid’s gaze, her movements almost hypnotic as they reveled in the tension. Before she lost the nerve, she silently maneuvered herself out of her girlfriend’s hold to lead her down the hallway.

Her heart was in her throat as they entered the bedroom, her hand clammy and trembling in Enid’s grasp, the wolf’s anticipation nearly palpable at her back, her breath hot on her neck, her other hand searing along her waist. When they reached the end of the bed, Wednesday pivoted, lungs dispelling a shallow breath as she met her lover’s eyes again, the muscle in her cheek rippling nervously.

She gently placed her hands over the ones at her waist, thumbs tapping across knuckles in a jumpy touch. “Enid?” Her voice was a shy murmur. Her stomach flipped at the soft responding hum of her girlfriend. “Will you sit here?”

Enid bit her lip against a smile and nodded, and the seer gently pushed her to sit on the edge of the bed, nerves kicking up in her gut as she hesitated only a second before kneeling to quickly remove her partner’s shoes. Her color darkened at the vulnerability of her position, her mind automatically returning to her earlier musings and inspiring the perpetual throb in her center to worsen. She clenched her jaw as she neatly discarded Enid’s shoes at the foot of their bed, the seer far too flustered to think about what she was doing before she glanced up and met her girlfriend’s gaze.

Her heart stopped beating as she knelt there, eyes helplessly attached to Enid’s from where she sat between parted knees, the brunette swallowing an unintelligible sound before she was scrambling to her feet, nearly falling into Enid’s lap in the process. The blonde steadied her by the waist, her scarred face overtaken by a brilliant smile and a glimmer in her eyes. Wednesday blinked rapidly, trying in vain to keep herself from disintegrating completely.

She stood there for a moment, suspended in time, fingers drawing mindless patterns along the exposed strap of Enid’s bralette. Glancing down, she recognized it as one of her favorites, her face flushing at the realization.

Perhaps Enid had been planning something, too. The thought sent her stomach soaring. Dark brown eyes flitted up to meet blue.

Enid’s smile grew soft and she wrapped her arms around the raven, pulling her close between her open legs, pressing their fronts together. Her head tilted at an angle to look up at the flummoxed dark-haired woman.

Now that she was here, Wednesday struggled to do anything more than stare, wide-eyed and inexplicably nervous in the presence of her confident partner. She swallowed past her dry throat, gaze averting yet again as she let her doubts take over, a profound blush marring her complexion.

The blonde’s lips whispered across the burning flesh. “If you’ve changed your mind—“

The seer grumbled a frustrated sound before sealing Enid’s lips with a fierce kiss, the taller woman humming in surprise as she eagerly returned it. Wednesday’s palms pressed fervently into a strong jawbone as she established control of the kiss, the angle of her head changing to deepen it with a sharp hiss through her nose, her belly flaring with heat as her mouth opened and a warm tongue enveloped hers.

Her knees shook and she whimpered a breathless noise into her girlfriend’s mouth, her hands trembling around her face as they pulled her in almost roughly, the seer blinded by the white-hot arousal that had been building for hours. She fell forward, leaning most of her weight into the wolf, her knee eventually raising to kneel tentatively on the mattress at Enid’s side, the blonde moaning softly before passing an encouraging touch over her thigh, urging her to sit on her lap. Wednesday relented, sighing shakily into the heated kiss when she fully straddled her girlfriend, her pace only quickening as she felt overcome by desire.

She easily tugged Enid’s shirt off, not even allowing the wolf a single word before she was slamming their lips together again, the raven growing more desperate by the second. Her hands were greedy as they roamed over strong shoulders and a toned back, nails scratching lightly across fair skin as she kissed with vigor, their bodies almost writhing together as the seer led them in a messy, impassioned embrace. She framed Enid’s face as she bit down on her lip, her partner growling lowly and jerking her forward on her lap, her hands clamped around the small waist as they gently rocked her against her.

The pressure was almost too much. Wednesday gasped loudly and broke the kiss, forehead falling into her girlfriend’s shoulder as she helplessly ground her hips into Enid’s lap, a strangled noise bubbling up from the back of her throat.

“Enid—“ Wednesday whined, fingers twisting harshly into pastel hair. She felt on the verge already, an intoxicating concoction of pure arousal and intense embarrassment overcoming her. “No—“

The werewolf jolted at the quiet word, her movements stilling immediately. “What? What’s wrong?”

When she didn’t reply, she attempted to pull her away from her shoulder, but the brunette refused, instead clambering further up onto her lap to wrap her limbs entirely around her, her body more tense than ever as she wrestled with her own desires. Enid carefully ran her hands up and down the seer’s back, calming her.

“Wednesday,” she said softly, her tone still slightly breathless. “Talk to me, please.”

She huffed an anxious breath as she shifted in her embrace, hesitating several seconds before untucking her face and leaning her forehead against her girlfriend’s, her gaze still stubbornly averted. She worked her jaw, forcing herself to focus on the soothing caress along her lower back instead of the sickening thump of her pulse.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, scowling deeply at herself. Enid only shook her head.

“No sorries. Just tell me what you’re feeling.”

“I can’t say it,” she confessed in a small voice. “I’ve… been trying to tell you since you came home, but I-I can’t. I can’t say it.”

The blonde tenderly gathered her hair away from her neck before carefully laying it along her back, fingers lovingly brushing through tiny tangles. She called her nickname, the brunette deliberating for a long moment before finally meeting her eyes. She was rewarded with a gentle smile.

“There you are,” Enid hummed softly. She rubbed at a freckled cheek with her knuckle. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m here for whatever you need, okay?”

She swallowed unevenly, staring hard into the compassionate gaze that held her and making up her mind.

“I think I would prefer… to show you.”

Her words were stilted, her voice trembling horribly, but the darkened expression that passed over Enid’s face the next second sent waves of heat down her spine and eliminated her doubts.

“Okay,” she mumbled. “Show me, then.”

A ragged breath hitched in Wednesday’s throat at Enid’s tone, the raven reaching for the hem of her t-shirt on impulse and slowly peeling it off.

Her gaze never left her girlfriend’s face as blue eyes raked over her chest and stomach, the wolf’s grasp on her hips tightening instinctively as she exhaled a long breath. Wednesday’s heart was in her throat, her neck and chest splashed a deep maroon as her partner stared shamelessly.

When their eyes met, it was pure fire.

“Fuck,” Enid said, the curse only deepening the brunette’s blush as she unconsciously flexed her knees around her girlfriend’s waist, heat stirring in her belly. “Wednesday, you’re so…”

It was rare to see Enid at an actual loss for words, Wednesday swallowing tightly as an uncommon confidence blossomed beneath her rib-cage and she straightened, just barely, as if to present herself for her girlfriend. When the wolf exhaled loudly and her hands skated along her sides, thumbs dancing delicately over the lacy material, the seer grew restless.

“Touch me. Please,” she begged as she placed her own hands over her partner’s and guided them over her chest, shaking fingers lacing through curious ones as she arched into the touch and squeezed. A whine tumbled from the seer and her hips rolled, their foreheads colliding as she repeated the action, releasing one of the hands carefully kneading her breasts to cup the back of her girlfriend’s neck.

“I wanted…” Wednesday’s voice caught, her tongue heavy and dry in her mouth as she slowly found her courage. “I drove myself insane.” Her confession broke free, the words strangled as they escaped her constricted throat. “Thinking about you.”

Breathing a curse, Enid kissed her, long and hard, her tongue breaching quivering lips to take her captive and seal her fate. Wednesday surrendered easily, falling into her touch with a tremulous groan, her hands losing themselves in waves of blonde hair.

“Fuck, Wens,” Enid moaned into her ear, lips and teeth tugging at the sensitive flesh of her earlobe before dropping to her neck. Her hands left her chest to rake down her back, fingertips straying lower. “You were thinking about me? What were you—what did you think about?”

The brunette hiccuped an anxious moan, her skin blistering with heat at the dangerous line of conversation, myriads of moths flitting about her stomach as she thought about how desperate she had made herself not hours earlier, how close she had been to falling apart on her own fingers.

At the hitch in her breath, Enid pulled back. Her eyes were striking, her pupils dilated pits of hunger.

“Baby, have you been…?” The blonde’s quiet question died on her lips, but Wednesday couldn’t fake ignorance, her body instantly betraying her by how it rocked down into the wolf, an anguished grimace contorting her features, the nervous flutter of her eyelashes telling the taller woman everything she needed to know.

Time seemed to stop, Enid’s hands gripping hard at her waist as her chest heaved shallowly, her gaze wide and intense as it darted between tortured dark eyes. The more seconds that passed, the more self-consciousness burgeoned in the seer’s chest, her heart stuttering violently as she broke eye contact.

“I…” Wednesday shook her head, her eyes helplessly slamming shut as she huffed in embarrassment. Hesitantly, she reached for the hand at her hip, lightly tangling their fingers before she guided it down, slowly, until her palm rested over the front of her sweatpants. She worked her jaw wordlessly, shifting anxiously on her lap when the werewolf instinctually dipped her fingers under the waistband, her thumb rubbing along the knotted drawstring.

“Take—please take them off,” she begged in a quiet, desperate voice. Enid met her eyes, not saying a single word as she slowly untied her pants, taking her time in trailing her hands over the raven’s hips and lower stomach before sliding them underneath the cinched waist and carefully pulling them down her thighs.

Wednesday’s legs trembled badly as she lifted herself to kick off the fleece pants, the cool air of their bedroom exposing her to the point of no return as it only added to her shakiness, the steady pulse at her center impossible to disregard now.

“Oh my god,” Enid murmured, and the seer’s gaze snapped up to see her girlfriend’s lidded eyes glued to her lower half, her mouth open as she panted. She briefly searched the brunette’s face before she was pulled back to the sight of her.

Enid swallowed, ghosting a trembling hand along the top of her sex before trailing over a quivering inner thigh. She gasped. “Shit, Wens, you’re actually—fuck. Oh my god. How long have you been like this?”

A pitiful whine slipped from the brunette’s mouth as she kissed her hotly and grabbed Enid’s wrist to halt her movements; she flushed all over at the slick she could feel running past her underwear and down her leg, realizing that Enid had undoubtedly felt it, too. She kissed her harder, deeper, removing Enid’s hand from her center and pushing her to lay back instead, the seer refusing to let her own arousal distract her from her end goal.

This was supposed to be about Enid.

As always, the wolf made it nearly impossible to remain focused, her hands traveling across her aching body—rubbing and kneading the skin until Wednesday fell pliant at her touch. She laid over Enid, helplessly grinding down against her, the blonde humming into her mouth as she encouraged her with strong hands at her waist. The raven pulled back from the kiss with a loud smack, her legs shaking so intensely that she could hardly bear her own weight, every instinct telling her to stop fighting and give into the temptation to satisfy her aching need.

“Enid,” she said weakly, a ragged gasp tearing from her when the woman beneath her bucked her hips up just as she pulled her down again, the liquid heat in the seer’s belly pooling low and tight in her cunt. “Please—no, no, no, Enid—I’m going to—“

She forcibly stopped moving, a breathless whine piercing the sticky air as she knocked her forehead into Enid’s collarbone and clawed at the hands on her hips, her breath coming in heaving pants, every one of her muscles burning with the effort of holding back.

“Let me take care of you, baby. It’s okay—“

“No,” Wednesday bit out in frustration, her fringe damp with sweat where she rested against Enid’s shoulder. “You always take care of me, a-and I never take care of you, and I want… I want to please you. Please.”

“Wednesday, look at me,” Enid requested quietly, tugging lightly on her hair before gathering it at the base of her neck. She grumbled a noise before slowly pulling back, her freckles a fitful red. Her girlfriend grinned softly, tucking several strays behind her ears before framing her face tenderly.

“You do please me. All the time,” she spoke with an earnestness that made the seer’s pulse trip, her blue irises expertly cleansing her of any doubts. “Do you even realize how much I get off just by making you come?”

She murmured the last part, and Wednesday blushed to her roots as she gaped, resisting the urge to hide her face in her neck again. Enid reached up for a soft, reassuring kiss, the brunette easily relaxing into the gesture, her hands moving down to brace against flexing abs.

“And you make it sound like you never give, which, last time I checked, is so not true. I still think about the last time you went down on me when we were—“

“Enid,” Wednesday stressed, the smaller woman unbelievably flustered as she let her girlfriend litter kisses along her forehead. “I… I was thinking about that.” She swallowed, playing with the strap of Enid’s bra as she clenched her jaw and pushed through her bashfulness. “Earlier.”

“Yeah?” Enid sounded short of breath. She paused, and Wednesday could almost hear her brain computing. “Wait—Wens, when I called earlier, and you didn’t pick up the first time—“

“Yes,” the brunette mumbled, letting her feelings override her pervasive insecurity, the reality of Enid beneath her like she’d imagined in her fantasy gradually sinking in. Her breath ghosted over her sternum before lips pressed a lingering kiss to the warm skin.

“‘Yes’ as in—“

“Yes, I was… touching myself,” Wednesday finally said, valiantly ignoring the blistering shame that threatened to overwhelm her at the admission. She continued to trail her lips toward the rising and falling chest, willing her mind to stop racing. “Thinking… about this.”

“Oh, fuck,” Enid whined, twisting her hands in dark hair to keep her against her, the brunette dragging her attention to a clothed nipple, the pebbled bud straining toward a warm mouth. The blonde stammered another curse when Wednesday sucked on her over her bra, both of them simultaneously moving to rid her of the obstructive material before her mouth was on her again, tongue swirling around the rosy peak as her fingers teased the other.

“God—fuck, Wednesday, did you—“ She choked on another sound and jerked her hips as the raven’s teeth grazed the swell of her breast. “Did you come?”

The brunette exhaled sharply as heat swathed her body. She shook her head once, whining softly. “I w-wanted you… to make me,” she admitted in a strangled whisper.

Enid huffed a curse, carding her fingers through black hair. “Oh, baby—I’m here. I’m right—fuck, ‘m’here.”

Wednesday’s breath shook as she kissed over Enid’s chest, feeling desired and even sexy under the attention of her girlfriend. Dragging her palms down to frame her ribs, the brunette switched to the other breast, littering the delicate skin with bruising marks, moaning as her teeth scraped over the pink flesh and her tongue flicked across a swollen nipple, the memory of last night spurring her on. Enid was shaking, writhing beneath her mouth, and the seer plummeted headfirst into worshipping her body, her lips finally releasing her breast with a small pop, ebony eyes blinking hazily up at the red-faced wolf.

“Oh my god,” Enid groaned, reaching down to pull her up against her body and kiss her soundly. Without breaking contact, the blonde gathered her in her arms and shuffled backwards on the mattress until they laid against the pillows. Black-painted nails scratched over a fluttering abdomen and teased lower, both women panting when the kiss broke, Wednesday wasting no time in nosing beneath her jaw and kissing down her chest again.

Enid huffed her name as her lips reached her stomach, the seer driven by pure desire as she kissed over her belly-button, tongue dipping along the swell of her tummy before her hands settled over the undulating hips, her fingertips tentatively tucking beneath the tight hem of her jeans.

“Can I—“

“Yes,” Enid pleaded immediately as she clasped her hands over Wednesday’s. “God, yes. Please.”

She hummed a tremulous sound as she unbuttoned the jeans and worked down the zipper, the werewolf’s sigh of relief bleeding into a whimper when Wednesday snuck her hands underneath the denim to tug the material down her legs. It took a moment, the pants unfairly tight, but they were eventually discarded and forgotten altogether when the raven caught sight of her girlfriend in nothing but a flimsy white thong, the lace matching the earlier-removed bra.

“Enid,” she breathed reverently, her fingers smoothing down the muscular thighs that hung around her waist and squeezed her sporadically, urging her closer. “Joder, eres tan hermosa. Exquisita.”

She bent down to kiss along her stomach again before her lips danced lower, parting against the skin as they met her underwear. Enid cursed, fingers carding through long hair before sweeping it over one shoulder to expose her neck. Wednesday shivered, breathing hard as she opened her mouth and kissed lower, her tongue teasing the pretty lace, just barely grazing her girlfriend’s clit. The blonde jumped at the touch and released a high-pitched keen, the seer deciding quickly that she didn’t want to draw things out any longer.

Without much warning, she hastily pulled off Enid’s underwear and folded her legs over her shoulders, hardly giving the werewolf time to adjust before she was licking a broad stripe along her girlfriend’s dripping slit.

They both moaned, Wednesday’s arms gripping tightly at the thighs around her head before they drifted lower to hold down the twitching hips. Enid arched her back and panted, her hands lost in dark hair as she ground herself into the willing mouth.

“F-fuck, Wednesday,” Enid whined as the brunette buried her face into the needy cunt, her jaw flexing as she opened her mouth even wider to flatten her tongue against her. “Oh, shit—”

The brunette bit back a desperate sound as her movements quickened, her own hips pressing into the mattress as her arousal skyrocketed. This was exactly what she had envisioned—Enid a mess beneath her, pulling on her hair, grinding against her face. She shivered, the taste of her girlfriend the only thing on her mind as she surrendered to the act. Her fingers dug into her waist and she licked upwards, lips settling gently over the pulsing clit, tongue almost featherlight as it rubbed over the aching bud. In response, Enid moaned above her, the erratic jolt of her hips slowing to a steady thrust against the faint pressure. Wednesday chanced a look up and was met with the staggering sight of the wolf’s arm above her head as she panted, bare chest heaving, face twisted into a desperate wince. The raven whined lowly, heat rippling through her belly as she reached a hand up to lightly knead Enid’s breast, her nipple hard and straining against the palm of her hand. That was when she met her eyes.

In the next moment, Wednesday was suddenly taken by lust so severe that she lifted her mouth slightly off of Enid to better match her gaze, dark bangs wayward and messy as strands of hair clung to the wetness on her face. Her tongue remained steadfastly stuck to her girlfriend’s clit, the muscles in her jaw flexing as she kept up a torturously slow lap around the bundle of nerves, her eyes hooded and dark as she held Enid’s. The blonde moaned a loud curse, throwing her head back for just a moment before looking back down at her, her hand grasping desperately at the one on her chest, her hips bucking as she spread her legs and braced her heels on the bed.

“Fuck—oh, fuck. Oh, god…” Breathless obscenities tumbled helplessly from the wolf, the brunette more than elated to be eliciting such a reaction from her partner, her eyes still glued to blue as she carefully slid her tongue lower, mouth opening wider and brows furrowing as the tip of the muscle prodded at her spasming entrance. Enid let out a pitchy whine, automatically thrusting up against the touch, her hand tightening around ebony hair.

“Yeah, yeah—oh, fuck me with your tongue,” Enid begged, but the demanding undertone was what really wrecked the seer. She moaned into her, obediently pressing into the tight hole, both hands gripping again at her hips to steady her. The blonde breathed heavily. “Oh my god, eat me out. Fucking—oh, shit, you’re—fuck, you feel so good.”

Wednesday was sure she was ruining the sheets where she ground down against them, trying desperately to find some relief for the ache in her center. She clenched around nothing, heat licking down her spine as she groaned helplessly, tongue slipping easily into the hot cunt.

With a ragged exhale, Enid shifted, hands sliding from her hair to cup the back of her head and adjust the angle, Wednesday letting her guide her where she needed her—deeper. The blonde slammed her hips down suddenly, whining another curse as she held her face against her throbbing need, fingers digging into the back of the brunette’s skull as she controlled her movements. Whimpering pitifully, the seer continued to thrust her tongue into her girlfriend, her hands struggling to find purchase—frantically running over her hips and waist, along her thighs and calves, up her stomach and chest. Enid steadily tightened around her tongue, hips losing their rhythm as she approached her release, and the raven huffed a needy sound, locking her arms over her lower stomach and doubling her efforts, using her entire head to fuck into her, her jaw aching as she repeatedly curled her tongue against the spongy front wall, sweat beading beneath already ruined bangs.

“I’m gonna—“ Enid choked on a sound, hands gathering the hair away from Wednesday’s face before their eyes met in an electric moment. “Oh god, I’m gonna come on your—fuck, all over your pretty face. Wednesday, oh—“

Her mind blanked as Enid used her to get off, the seer submitting to the erratic movements of her partner and letting her take complete control of her, content to lend herself to Enid’s pleasure. As soon as she felt strong thighs squeeze around her head, she reached around for the swollen clit, her thumb dipping lower to gather slick before it massaged her firmly, the raven’s eyes slipping shut as she focused on bringing her girlfriend to release. Enid held out for a few more seconds, her legs tightening around Wednesday’s skull before she arched, a guttural cry ripping from her throat as she came, her pussy clenching intensely as she jerked against her face, the brunette moaning pitifully as she stretched her tongue deeper, milking every ounce of slick that poured from her cunt.

Enid sobbed a relieved noise before falling back against the mattress, hips gently thrusting as Wednesday continued to fuck her slowly with her tongue, the hot muscle twisting languidly inside of her, reluctant to leave, dark eyes blinking up at her through the haze. The blonde whimpered as she ran her fingers through her hair, the raven’s desperation festering low in her belly at the way Enid was looking at her, her eyes hungry and bright.

“Wednesday,” she mewled, the brunette receding a little at the sound of her name spoken in such a sinful tone. She gradually pulled out, her jaw trembling as she carefully licked along the pulsing slit, tongue flattening with an intent to clean. She was rewarded with a soft groan and a light tug against her hair.

“You’re so perfect,” Enid breathed. “So perfect when you—fuck. Come here.”

Wednesday’s cheeks burned as she swallowed roughly and lifted her head, a string of wetness connecting to her chin as she pulled away and nervously crawled up Enid’s body. The werewolf kissed her almost frantically, tongue invading her mouth to taste herself, hands guiding her thighs to straddle her stomach.

The pressure in her core had grown to an insurmountable point, the seer having been on the very cusp of release for hours now, her hips taking on a mind of their own as they rutted against her girlfriend’s abs, their kiss devolving into a messy clash of lips, tongue, and teeth. She broke away with a small cry, grasping at Enid’s shoulders and whispering a quiet plea, the blonde’s hands sliding down to her waist to slowly remove her ruined underwear.

“Wanna fuck you,” Enid murmured into her ear, squeezing her shaking thighs when she’d settled back over her again, a small whine tearing from the smaller woman. Enid gently palmed at her clothed breast, catching her partner’s eyes for a quick check-in before she was maneuvering the black lace over her head and out of the way, her fingers trailing over straining nipples. “Yeah?”

Wednesday’s face crumpled as she nodded frantically, Enid pressing a soft kiss to her bangs and settling her hands over the undulating hips. She waited, breaths coming hard and fast against Enid’s collarbone, her brow twitching at the strong tug on her waist that guided her upwards, her knees hesitantly adjusting on each side of her as she pulled back in question.

“Enid—?”

“Straddle my head,” she said urgently, still encouraging her to move up her body. “Want you to fuck my face.”

If she hadn’t already been kneeling, she would’ve collapsed then, the brunette moaning a lewd noise at her girlfriend’s request, belly twisting with heat at the novel idea.

“I don’t—“ She broke off with a helpless whine as she tentatively shuffled forward to hover over Enid’s chest, a dark blush blooming over her neck at the sight of her darkened gaze locked directly on her dripping cunt. “I d-don’t know how—“

“It’s okay, it’s okay, just put your legs—yeah, just like that,” Enid instructed, sighing a low groan when Wednesday’s knees straddled either side of her head, the raven’s stomach clenching as she was unable to tear her eyes away from the erotic sight, her breath escalating as she shuddered in sheer desperation. Enid caressed her trembling thighs and stomach before beginning to gently nudge her toward her mouth.

Wednesday resisted at first, too afraid to smother her, the wolf’s name tumbling from her lips in an uncertain whine. She reached for the headboard with one hand, using the other to cup Enid’s face.

“Wens, love. Just relax,” the blonde told her softly, her touch tender as she brushed her thumbs over protruding hipbones. “Let me make you feel good.”

Shifting her weight anxiously, the seer swallowed a needy moan as she hesitantly lowered herself onto her girlfriend’s mouth, quivering when she felt warm breath ghost over her drenched center, jolting at the initial press of Enid’s lips.

“Enid,” she cried, her hand fisting blonde hair as the werewolf tugged her down until she was pressed firmly against an eager tongue. She gasped. “I’m not going to—I’m almost—“

The taller woman mumbled something into her as she sucked harshly on her clit, the brunette doubling over before catching herself against the headboard and moaning an incoherent curse. Her pussy tightened as she helplessly ground herself against Enid’s mouth, the blonde’s tongue leaving her clit to push into her instead, her hands holding either side of her waist to keep her trapped against her mouth.

Wednesday threw her head back, her hand desperately clawing at one of Enid’s as she swirled her hips and whimpered, the tongue inside of her fucking her, deeply and with abandon. She crested suddenly, the heat in her belly snapping violently and her hips slamming hard against Enid’s mouth as she was thrust into a staggering orgasm. Her back arched and she braced herself on one arm, the fingers of the other tangling roughly in pastel-colored hair as she pressed her into her, riding her face through completion.

Enid hummed as she tenderly worked her through it, her hands leaving her hips to rub softly over a contracting stomach. Her tongue left her slowly to mindfully lick along the length of her, lovingly cleaning the slick from between her legs and inner thighs. When Wednesday was finally spent, she bent over in exhaustion, Enid carefully bringing her back down to lay against her, both of them heaving in the aftermath.

The werewolf passed a kiss over dark hair. “You okay?” she whispered, gathering her in her arms more snugly before tugging the blanket up over their lower halves.

Wednesday nodded weakly, fingers absently twirling around a strand of blonde hair, her parted lips pressing a faint kiss to her throat. Enid hummed a laugh, squeezing her tightly.

“You did so well,” she murmured quietly, trailing featherlight kisses along her crown, the seer losing herself in the soft moment between them, silently reveling in the praise. “You’re so perfect for me. I love you so fucking much.”

The brunette swallowed past her dry mouth, her body completely dead weight along the length of Enid’s, their skin hot and sticky as they laid bare against each other. A warmth fluttered in her chest and constricted her throat, her nose nudging her girlfriend’s jaw as she sighed shakily.

“I love you,” she breathed in a whisper, the undying affection she held for Enid overwhelming her. She buried her face in her neck, trying to tame her frenetic pulse. “Querida, you should eat.”

Enid barked a laugh. “Oh, now that you’ve fucked me senseless and sat on my face?”

Wednesday grumbled past the persistent blush on her cheeks, jerking back to glare at her obnoxiously sunny wolf. She only laughed again before leaning forward to peck her lips with several sweet kisses, the seer barely responding to the affection, her gaze only darkening in mortification. The blonde winked cheekily, undeterred.

“You’re right, love. A girl’s gotta eat.”

And if Enid took her on the kitchen counter again, it was purely coincidence.