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“Hey!” Bianca snapped at the blonde werewolf who had entered the fencing hall when her back was turned, using her superior reach to keep Wednesday from setting her feet, forcing her to employ lateral movement to stay safe.
Obviously it wasn’t strictly legal olympic fencing, but at Nevermore fencing, like everything, was more than a little unusual.
“No!”
Enid raised her hands in surrender, a smirk playing on her lips.
“Addams!” Bianca whirled on her black clad opponent.
“We agreed!”
Wednesday merely raised an eyebrow, in amusement or challenge Bianca could rarely tell.
“I agreed to not invite my paramour,” Bianca rolled her eyes at the word and the squeal she heard from behind her, “I am not able to control her actions or decision making.”
“Fine. Enid, get out!”
“Aww, but I just got here!” Enid pouted.
“Why are you here anyway?”
“I just like watching my girlfriend kick your ass!” Responded Enid with a grin which made Bianca want to punch her. As if the pastel enthusiast wasn’t the most dangerous person in the room.
“Well it’s distracting,” snapped Bianca, “get out!”
“Oh, Barclay, I didn’t realise I distracted you like that, I’m flattered but spoken for,” Enid preened, “also it might be a good idea to not flirt with me in front of Wednesday,”
Bianca turned back to the shorter girl, “You know I’m not flirting with her right?”
“I assure you, if I had even the slightest reason to believe you were, then you’d be dead before you could beg for forgiveness,”
Bianca sighed as Enid skipped passed her with a giggle, coming to a stop right next to Wednesday and leaning down to kiss the Raven’s cheek lightly,
“You’re gonna make me swoon, Stormcloud,”
If Bianca had a death wish she’d point out the blatant blush on Wednesday’s face even though her feature remained stoically fixed, instead she just cleared her throat impatiently.
“Can we get on with this now?”
“So excited to lose, Barclay?” Wednesday tilted her head in a challenge.
“Braggadocio isn’t a look on you Addams,”
“Disagree,” Enid inserted, and Bianca could swear her pupils had become little lovehearts as she stared adoringly at her girlfriend.
“Sinclair! Leave!”
“What,” smirked Enid, innocently, “I’m not allowed to walk my girlfriend to lunch?”
“You could wait outside.”
“Seriously?” whined Enid.
“You really can’t survive to one point with her here?” Wednesday snarked and Bianca groaned in surrender, once her ego had been challenged there wasn’t really a way back.
“Fine, sit down and be quiet,” She relented, Enid mimed zipping her mouth then skipped over to a bench.
Wednesday returned to her lateral movement, circling from the outside, keeping just out of range of Bianca’s sharp thrusts, clearly trying to bait her into lunging which would open her up for counters.
Bianca continued stalking, parrying whatever blows came from Wednesday, waiting for her to slow or miss a step.
Wednesday squared up more and began side stepping, circling to Bianca’s right forcing the taller girl to remain relatively still, unable to launch much without fear of Wednesday rebounding to land a hit on her.
Suddenly Wednesday changed direction, cross stepping to move to her right, making Bianca stop shuffling and jerk to the left awkwardly to keep her sword between them, but the movement had been a feint and Wednesday used the position of her crossed legs to launch into a lunge which Bianca countered instinctively, only for her opponent to pull back, allowing the foil to fly over her shoulder.
Having bitten on the double feint entirely, Bianca’s ribs were completely exposed for Wednesday’s counter which darted in flawlessly to score a point.
In any other situation going through so much to land a single hit would have been a poor strategy but with Wednesday only needing one point, the exertion was more than worth it.
Enid let out a whoop and clapped her hands together.
“What?” she asked as Bianca glared over at her, “she already won does it matter if I’m distracting now?”
Bianca scoffed and strode off without another word, while the werewolf swept forwards and scooped up her girlfriend in a celebratory hug,
“See you at lunch Barclay!” Enid called after her as Bianca raised a middle finger to her.
Bianca stared daggers across the dining hall at her adversary and what had turned out to be said adversary’s best asset. There was something she was missing here, logically she should be able to get Wednesday distracted and flustered by bringing in her girlfriend but whenever the werewolf was present for their sparring sessions Wednesday was nigh unbeatable.
For whatever reason, her desire to show off and impress Enid overshadowed whatever distraction Enid might provide.
Just then a brutal scraping broke through the hall and Enid, who had pulled off her blazer, tie and had rolled her shirt sleeves up, let out something between a groan of exertion and a somewhat canine growl as she half lifted, half shoved one of the large stone tables a good metre or so.
Bianca was staring, unable to look away, and only partially because seeing the wolf’s muscular back bulging under her white shirt was very appealing, but mostly because she was more than a little confused.
It wasn’t until Enid clapped her hands together and turned to beam, brilliantly, at her girlfriend that Bianca even registered Wednesday standing next to the table, quickly leaning in to kiss the werewolf who seemed to be almost shaking in excitement at her partner initiating physical contact, no matter how brief the kiss was.
Bianca wasn’t able to make out any of the conversation the two had as Wednesday slipped onto a bench on the side of the table which had been pushed into the shade while her girlfriend practically jumped into the still brightly illuminated seat across from her, but clearly Wednesday was more than a little flustered at the display of supernatural strength.
And Bianca had an idea.
“Sinclair.”
“Heya Bianca!” Enid grinned brightly as she turned to face the Siren in the busy corridor, students pushing past them to get into the classroom she had been about to enter.
“I’m assuming your homicidal maniac has told you that we have a sparring session scheduled for later on this evening?”
“Yep! Willa was really excited about it!”
“...That’s terrifying…”
“Don’t worry, you’re the only one here who gives her a challenge, so she won't kill you,” Enid pulled a face, “probably,”
“I suppose that’s as good a guarantee as I can expect,”
“More than most people would get!” responded Enid, brightly.
“My point is, I hope that you won’t be a bother this time,”
“You know, I don’t think that you can actually bar me from the training hall,”
“Not if you’re using it, you don’t, you just… watch.”
“Well can you blame me? It’s a lovely view…” Bianca rolled her eyes at the dreamlike tone Enid adopted for those last words.
“I don’t want to hear about how down bad you are for your goth murderer,”
“Maybe I was talking about you,” Enid said with a suggestive wink then let out a cackle as Bianca instinctively raked her eyes around, half convinced that Wednesday would materialise from the crowd and slit her throat if Enid flirted with her.
“Just… try not to be so clingy for an hour or so, ok?”
“Cross my heart!” grinned Enid, “Though, if I happen to end up in the hall working out…”
“Please,” Bianca held up a hand to stop Enid speaking, “as much fun as it would be to see Wednesday that hopelessly flustered watching you work out, it would make the fight a lot less interesting,”
Bianca turned to head into the rapidly filling classroom, only to be stopped by a hand on her arm, which made her mouth go dry with how much suppressed strength she could feel in the werewolf’s fingers.
“You really think she’d, like, be, y’know, into that or whatever? I mean, like, I know she likes me and stuff but sometimes I really wish she’d be more… open with it, so like if I could make her flustered-”
Bianca let out a soft snort at the, admittedly fairly endearing, dorkiness of the other girl, and extricated herself from Enid’s grip, shaking her head as she headed into class, Enid’s rambling continuing on as she followed her.
Turning to the opening door of the training hall, Bianca had to applaud herself on just how good she was at manipulating people without even the slightest hint of her powers.
Quickly wiping the grin from her face, Bianca glared at the boisterous werewolf who had entered, the thin wooden planks creaking slightly with Enid’s trademarked skip, and fixed what she hoped was an expression with a believable mixture of anger and resignation.
“Sinclair-” She started, an edge to her tone as the pastel loving girl hopped up and stopped right in front of her, the blueish sports bra visible underneath the loose, bright yellow, tank top and pink leggings made it obvious that her plan, at least the first part, had worked, “Please tell me that your garish outfit is because you intend to go running around the lake?”
“Hey,” Enid held up her hands in surrender, a smug grin on her lips, like she had outplayed Bianca, and in her mind she clearly had, “I’m just using the hall at the same time as you guys,”
Bianca faked a groan of annoyance, “Just… keep to yourself, alright?”
Sighing in faux-defeat she turned on her heel and picked up her epeè from her bag, just as she heard the hall door open again, followed by an uncharacteristically emotive intake of breath from her opponent.
“I… ah…” Was all that came from the Raven’s mouth and Bianca turned with a suppressed grin, to see the short goth blushing madly, her whole face almost comically scarlet, though, to be fair; looking at Enid casually holding a weight disk in one hand which might be too heavy for the other two girls to carry together, Bianca couldn’t really blame her.
“Heya, Willa!” Enid called from where she had been setting up a squat rack, setting down one of the massive disks she skipped over to Wednesday who seemed frozen.
“Bianca said I could join today!”
“I definitely did not!” Bianca interjected, “I just can’t really stop her if she’s actually doing something here as well,”
“You… um… you could have…” Wednesday trailed off, looking her girlfriend up and down, her words slowly coming back to her now that the shock had worn off and Enid wasn’t casually carrying around a ludicrous amount of weight on just her fingers, but still far from fully recovered.
“Well, she could always leave of her own volition,” Bianca pointed out, enjoying the sudden flash of panic on Wednesday’s face at the suggestion.
“No! No, she- I mean, you don’t have to leave, Mi Amor,”
“Hmm,” Enid put a finger on her chin as if she was considering it, “Do you want me to stay, τη ζωή μου?”
“Please?” Wednesday murmured in a voice so soft that only the Siren’s predatory hearing caught it.
Enid turned to Bianca, “Looks like you’re stuck with me!”
Bianca rolled her eyes, trying to contain her amusement at the blatant infatuation with which Wednesday stared up at her girlfriend.
The match, if you were being generous enough to call it that, was… easy for lack of a better term.
Bianca had been quick to turn Wednesday so the goth would have a clear view of her girlfriend and the shorter girl had been more than happy to go along with the direction of the fight.
And since then Bianca had been landing almost at will on her opponent, barely needing to set up her thrusts, and when she did it was almost comical how much Wednesday would bite on even the most obvious feints, and jump back from the least believable appels.
In almost no time at all Bianca had drawn to being one point away from victory, and Wednesday had been unable to land a single hit.
Maybe it was pride, thinking she could win easily without any kind of advantage, maybe it was curiosity at the sight behind her, maybe a combination of both, but whatever it was that made her circling to Wednesday’s outside to reposition them again, it was an exceptionally bad idea.
After turning the shorter girl, which was a lot more difficult than the last time, Bianca got to see what had her opponent so distracted.
Enid had discarded her tank top, and seemed to be in a world of her own, lowering down then rising up with an insanely relaxed demeanour given that she must have been lifting at least two-hundred kilograms.
Despite how easy she was making it look Enid was still sweating quite a bit and Bianca couldn’t help but let her eyes track the path of a particular drop which fell from her brow.
Unconsciously, Bianca felt her teeth bite into her lower lip as she watched Enid’s muscles tense and flex beneath her soft, glistening skin.
And… oh no…
Wednesday’s eyes had flicked down to her mouth. Little changed in her demeanour but it was suddenly clear that Bianca held all of her attention for the first time since Enid had walked in
Oh shit.