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“Oh my God oh my God oh my God I’m so so sorry Wednesday I swear I didn’t mean to-”
“Are you going to keep apologizing all night long?” Wednesday asks, calmly inspecting the bite mark on her neck in the mirror. “Because if so, I will break out the duct tape.”
She looks over her shoulder at Enid and raises an eyebrow.
“And not in the fun way.” Enid immediately stops babbling and flushes bright red, just as Wednesday intended.
With a very faint smirk that most people wouldn’t be able to differentiate from her usual indifferent expression, Wednesday turns back to the mirror.
The bite mark is a bit larger than the average human bite, with deeper marks where the canines would be and slight drag marks from when Enid pulled back in horror.
A hickey gone wrong, as Yoko or Bianca would probably say.
The bite is still bleeding slightly, which probably isn’t helping Enid to calm down at all, but Wednesday is too entranced by the sight to clean and bandage it just yet.
Quite simply, it’s devastatingly beautiful.
Werewolves have always been territorial and somewhat possessive, especially when it comes to their mate; everyone knows that.
What everyone doesn’t know is that an Addams is much worse.
Wednesday is no exception.
Seeing such a permanent and prominent mark on her that clearly shows she belongs to Enid and no one else (because she’s going to make sure it scars properly) makes her stomach quiver with leeches and the buzzing of flies.
She wonders if Enid would let her leave a similar mark on Enid’s neck once Wednesday has the ability to do so, and her heart races with boiling blood at the very thought.
Enid has marked Wednesday as hers; it would only be fair if Wednesday were allowed to do the same.
Wednesday's pulled from her trance when Enid almost starts hyperventilating behind her.
With a nearly imperceptible sigh, Wednesday quickly cleans and bandages the gorgeous wound.
The moment it’s out of sight, Wednesday turns back to Enid, whose eyes are filled with tears.
Wednesday opens her arms.
Enid immediately rushes into the offered embrace, clinging to Wednesday and whimpering as she buries her head into Wednesday’s neck (unfortunately on the side with no bite mark, much to Wednesday’s disappointment. She wants to feel the press of Enid’s mouth on the throbbing wound, the added pain to remind her further of the wonderful gift Enid’s given her).
Wednesday wraps her arms around Enid, making sure to hold her tightly as she gets her breathing back under control, the way Enid needs when she feels like she’s about to fall apart.
Once Wednesday is fairly certain Enid isn’t about to faint, she says; “Enid, I’m not upset. In fact, I’m actually rather happy with this turn of events.”
Enid pulls back so quickly it almost surprises Wednesday, placing her hands on Wednesday’s shoulders and giving her an incredulous look.
“Wednesday, don’t you get it? I just turned you. Into a werewolf. By accident!” With each sentence, Enid shakes Wednesday by the shoulders, as if to illustrate her point.
Wednesday raises an eyebrow and brushes Enid’s hands off her shoulders.
“Yes, I’m well aware. Will the shift be painful?
“Excruciatingly.” Enid says worriedly. “The first shift is always the worst.”
Wednesday shudders with delight.
She really can’t wait for her grotesque and painful transformation.
But even more, she’s breathless with anticipation to finally have the opportunity to run and hunt with Enid by her side once she’s done experiencing her first change.
“Wonderful,” Wednesday sighs. “How you always manage to find new ways to take my breath away is a mystery I hope I never solve.”
“For fuck’s sake, you’re so weird.” Enid laughs shakily.
Wednesday’s heart beats faster at the sound, glad that Enid’s getting over her initial horror and heartbreak.
Enid is the only person in the world that Wednesday would rather hear laugh than scream.
What a thought.
“You’re really not…upset?”
“How could I ever be upset about turning into a ravenous beast once a month?” Wednesday is so excited about it that a trace of her delight actually comes through in her voice. She might as well have shouted it.
Enid starts to grin.
“So you’re really that pumped to become a werewolf?”
“Oh, I doubt I’ll become a werewolf; dogs don’t quite fit my personality unless I’m kissing one of them.”
Enid blushes in a mixture of flattery and indignation.
“We’re not dogs, Wednesday! How many times do I have to- wait a minute.”
Enid blinks, clearly fully registering Wednesday’s sentence.
“What do you mean you doubt you’ll become a werewolf? I just bit you and I’m a werewolf; that means you’ll become a werewolf, Wednesday. Everyone knows that.”
Wednesday pulls Enid closer to her, twirling a lock of Enid’s hair around her finger.
Her satisfaction when Enid’s eyes darken is the same satisfaction she gets when she finally puts together all the pieces of one of her investigations (which seem to follow her like a delightful plague) or when she so viciously threatens someone that they actually run away in terror.
Truly ridiculous.
“Yes, everyone knows that when normies get bitten, they become werewolves. But surely by now you know that an Addams is far from normal.”
Wednesday slides a hand down Enid’s spine to settle on her lower back, just above the end of her tailbone. Enid’s breath shivers and her eyelids flutter half-closed for a minute.
“That’s- that’s true.” Oh, how Wednesday loves it when she can make Enid stutter. Then Enid visibly forces herself together, even shaking her head to get whatever thoughts Wednesday’s touch brought to the forefront of her mind.
The image is as disappointing as it is irresistible.
Wednesday can’t help but start kneading the area her hand is at, drifting just a tiny bit lower and relishing in the shudder it elicits.
“But- wait, stop.” Wednesday immediately does, letting her hands drop as Enid pulls back.
Wednesday laces her hands behind her to prevent herself from giving in to the instinct to pull Enid in again.
No matter how much she loves Enid’s touch, she always stops when Enid asks her to. She would find no satisfaction in touching Enid, whether in chaste or decidedly less chaste ways, if she knew Enid wasn’t enjoying it.
Enid is similarly considerate towards Wednesday, though she’s somehow much more in-tune with when Wednesday needs chasteness, gentleness, something rough, or (increasing rarely) some space; Wednesday still isn’t sure how Enid always knows without Wednesday having to say it out loud, but she appreciates it all the same.
Besides the occasional gentle touches from her mother or the brief hugs from her father that she endures, if anyone else were to touch her, she’d threaten them at best and make them disappear at worst. (Normally, she’d reverse those, but Enid’s rubbing off on her).
When it comes to Enid, however, Wednesday craves her touch like she craves nothing else, to the point where it’s become the best kind of addiction, whether it’s a simple caress of fingers or the heated press of skin against skin when they’re moving against each other in panting desperation.
She just can’t get enough outside of the rare occasions when she’s frustrated or overstimulated and can’t stand the feeling of her own bed, let alone another person’s skin, which Enid is always respectful of and never seems to mind.
And Wednesday doesn’t ever want that to change.
Some days, she wants to crawl inside of Enid’s skin, feel the beat of Enid’s heart right in her hands, be surrounded by the spines of her ribcage and make a nest of her sinew and veins.
But Wednesday unfortunately can’t do that, because even though she knows how to do so without killing Enid, she could never bring herself to harm her beloved.
So instead, she settles for wrapping herself around Enid most nights, sometimes to make her gasp and whimper and beg, other times just to feel the warmth of her body and the softness of her skin.
She holds Enid’s hand in the Quad and glares at anyone who so much as looks at them with amusement (as if there could ever be anything funny about what she feels for Enid).
She loves dragging Enid into supply closets and empty classrooms between classes on the days she can’t go another minute without kissing Enid until she’s left breathless and panting, whimpering when Wednesday moves on to her neck and shoulders and that special place behind her ear, long past giving up on holding back and using her teeth to make sure she leaves bruises behind.
Enid complains frequently about the nearly daily addition of scarves and snoods she has to add to her outfits, but Wednesday can tell she’s never serious, since she never stops Wednesday from dragging her into dark, secluded places when she wants to leave marks on Enid’s skin.
Besides, it’s not like Enid’s any better.
She gives as much as Wednesday takes, and sometimes it’s even Enid who pulls her into an empty classroom.
Wednesday loves it, and never hides the marks Enid leaves behind.
Initially, Enid was slightly embarrassed at the amount of pointed looks, hidden laughter, and hot gossip spreading around about the two of them, despite their friends’ open acceptance and happiness that the two had finally come out as a couple.
But that still didn’t get rid of Enid’s mortification at being the center of attention.
After Wednesday’s methodical and well-executed mission to eliminate any source of Enid’s discomfort, however, the student body quickly learned to leave the couple alone.
Now, Enid smiles happily every time she sees the bruises on Wednesday’s neck, and her eyes darken on the few occasions Wednesday's shirt slides up and she glimpses hickeys left on Wednesday’s sides or lower stomach.
Those tend to be the days when Enid drags Wednesday into storage closets.
Now Wednesday has a permanent mark showing she’s Enid’s forever, one that will never fade, one that no amount of time or bleach could wash away.
Wednesday loves the mark almost as much as she does the thought of becoming a murderous beast every full moon.
“The next full moon is in four days, correct?” She asks.
“Yes, but you still haven’t explained what you meant about your family not being like other normies when they’re bitten by a werewolf.”
“Oh, of course.” Wednesday shakes herself out of her thoughts and meets Enid’s eyes.
“When an Addams is bitten, they turn into something else every full moon, but it could be anything. Sometimes it’s a regular werewolf, though that’s extremely rare in the Addams clan. More often than not it’s some kind of monster, such as oni, minotaurs, goblins, or chimeras. But sometimes they transform into a more regular animal, like bears, kangaroos, or ostriches. We’ll have to wait and see what I turn into.”
“Wow; that’s kind of exciting!” Enid starts to grin. “I bet you’re going to be a cute little rabbit, or an adorable kitten!”
Wednesday’s eyes narrow the slightest bit.
“Enid.”
“Or maybe a red panda! They’re so cuddly, just like you!”
“Stop it.”
“I could totally see you being an otter; they hold hands while they sleep, just like we do!”
“Keep insulting me and you’ll suffer the consequences.”
“Oh no, no, wait; you’re totally going to be a fluffy sheep, with itty-bitty cloven hooves-”
Wednesday darts forward, bending down to dig her shoulder into Enid’s stomach and lifting her up until she’s draped over her shoulder.
Enid, startled, is only able to get out a surprised sound and a giggling, “Wednesday!” before Wednesday carries her across the room and drops her on Wednesday’s bed.
Before Enid can so much as blink, Wednesday is straddling her waist and has Enid’s wrists pinned to the bed.
Enid immediately flushes and blinks up at Wednesday with dark eyes, her pupils so large there’s only a small ring of blue around them.
“ Quale immagine potrebbe essere più incantevole di questa? ” Wednesday breathes.
Enid whines slightly, bucking her hips up even though Wednesday knows she doesn’t understand the words.
(Enid admitted to her once that she found Wednesday’s use of other languages attractive, especially Italian. Wednesday’s made it her mission ever since to use Italian in bed as often as possible, an act Enid very vocally appreciates).
“I told you that you’d suffer the consequences.” Wednesday says, feeling the dangerous glint in her eyes and the menacing promise in her creeping smile.
On the rare occasion she smiles or smirks in public, it either sends people running or walking very cautiously around her in a very wide circle.
When Enid sees it though, almost always in the privacy of their dorm room, it only makes her blush harder and want Wednesday even more.
Wednesday will never admit it, but seeing Enid love the aspects of her that terrify everyone else makes a feeling like black asphalt baking under the summer sun burn in her chest.
“And what consequences are those?” Enid asks breathlessly, already squirming against Wednesday; not to escape, but to press more of her body against Wednesday’s.
The fact that Enid has more than enough strength to push Wednesday off but chooses not to sends that inescapable heat further down Wednesday’s body.
Wednesday gives Enid a rare smirk and leans down to whisper against her lips; “You’re about to find out.”
Four days later, Enid and Wednesday are walking along a small forest path with the sun quickly setting behind them.
Enid helpfully reminded Wednesday that, although werewolves always shift during the height of the full moon, they don’t shift until after sunset even if the moon has already risen. As a very relevant example, the moon already rose hours ago, and will set hours before sunrise, yet all the werewolves will only shift when the sun sets and will only change back when the sun rises.
The two of them are outside rather than in the kennels with the other werewolves.
Enid insisted they do so since they have no idea what Wednesday will turn into and that it could be dangerous, either to herself or the other werewolves.
Wednesday would’ve insisted they do it anyway to avoid being stuck in the kennels with a group of excitable werewolves who never gave Enid the time of day before she actually transformed.
Besides that, Wednesday knows there are probably serious consequences for a werewolf student changing a non-werewolf student, and she doesn’t want to get Enid in trouble. Enid could even potentially get expelled, and though they might be in their final year at Evermore, Wednesday will never let that happen.
Wednesday doesn’t particularly want to talk to her parents about pulling strings to get Enid off and smoothing things over with Nevermore- the very thought is humiliating. They might even ask her to say please , and she’d have no choice, because Wednesday would do anything for Enid. Even if it meant begging and pleading with her parents for help.
Best to avoid the possibility altogether.
Enid laces their hands together and smiles brightly at Wednesday, her face painted in oranges and reds and yellows, the shadows providing a sharp contrast to the bright colors.
Enid’s breathtakingly beautiful.
As always.
Perhaps begging for help from her parents, even from her mother, wouldn’t be so bad.
Not if it meant keeping Enid by her side.
A hazy thought niggles at the back of her brain like a maggot- something about amore and eternity and matching headstones- but it slips away when Enid squeezes her hand, and suddenly all Wednesday can focus on is the warmth of Enid beside her.
Wednesday feels the ghost of a smile behind her lips and squeezes back.
Enid and Wednesday keep walking through the forest and eventually come across a small clearing that couldn’t be more perfect for them to shift in.
They set a pair of robes in the roots of a tree- one black, one pink- and settle in to wait.
Enid’s pacing within minutes.
“You could end up eating someone!” Enid says nervously. “You might even attack me!”
“I sincerely doubt it. Normies don’t come near this forest on a regular day, let alone anywhere near a full moon. I’m in no danger of eating or attacking anyone.” Wednesday says, her tone so dry and honest that Enid can’t help but feel something in her settle and believe her. Still though…
“Besides,” Wednesday strolls up to her and places a hand under her chin and pulls Enid’s face down, thumb barely tracing the bottom of Enid’s lower lip.
Wednesday’s other hand reaches up and twirls a lock of Enid’s hair around her finger, pulling it just shy of painfully (the way Enid loves), with her other fingers lightly tracing the scars on Enid’s face.
“I could never harm you, mia cara anima gemella .” Enid shivers (not in the least because of the cooling autumn air), but refuses to get sidetracked.
“Don’t you at least have an idea of what you’ll be? What if it’s something super dangerous and you end up getting hunted down at some point because people will think you’re just a mindless beast? What if-”
“Enid.” Wednesday’s hands cup her cheeks and bring her down to press their foreheads together. “Breathe.”
Enid does, taking in a deep breath through her nose, holding it, and then letting it go slowly. She repeats it a few times, the process and the pressure of Wednesday’s hands against her cheeks clearing her mind.
“Good.” Wednesday says, taking her hands off Enid’s cheeks. “Everything’s going to be fine. Once it’s over we’ll figure everything else out, but for now, let’s just enjoy the shift.
Enid takes another deep breath, and lets herself relax.
She nods, and then grins at Wednesday.
“Knock on wood.” She says cheekily, rapping on a tree three times.
Wednesday rolls her eyes fondly.
Then she gives Enid a thoughtful look.
“Do you know why people knock on wood for good luck?”
“No, actually. Why?”
“The modern superstition comes from an ancient tradition believed to originate from the Celts. According to common modern belief, the Celts would knock on the trees to rouse the gods and spirits inside in order to ask for good fortunes or thank them for a stroke of good luck. Hopefully, if such creatures or something like them exist, they’ll assist in making sure my transformation is a gruesomely grotesque and painful one.”
Enid laughs, her nervousness evaporating completely.
“Only you could get excited about the pain of your first shift rather than the transformation itself.”
“Oh, Enid.” Wednesday leans in closely with the smirk that always makes Enid feel warm and sends anticipatory goosebumps down her spine. “You should know by now that I’m as much a masochist as I am a sadist. Though, on second thought,” She rubs a thumb along Enid’s cheek, “I suppose I’m more dominant than I am submissive. Don’t you agree, mio sole ?”
Enid shudders and leans into Wednesday’s touch.
Then she realizes that the light is fading and her mind clears up immediately.
She quickly jumps back from Wednesday, glaring at her in frustration.
“Wednesday! Don’t you start with that; we only have a few minutes before the sun sets completely.”
Wednesday prowls towards her, Enid backing up until she runs into a tree.
Damn it.
Wednesday paces closer until she has her hands pressed against the tree trunk beside Enid’s head, effectively caging Enid in.
“We could do a lot in just a few minutes.” Wednesday says, pressing ever closer until their bodies are pressed against each other. “Don’t you remember that time I pulled you into our teacher’s office five minutes before he was due to arrive?”
Enid swallows down a moan at the memory.
The effect Wednesday has on her when she’s in moods like this are insane.
Wednesday leans in and kisses the sensitive spot behind Enid’s ear, nibbling on her earlobe just because she knows how to make Enid cave and Enid knows she takes every opportunity to do so.
Wednesday always complains about her parents’ constant need for physical affection, but privately Enid thinks that Wednesday, in her own special way, is even worse.
And Enid’s met Wednesday’s parents.
She’s spent several weeks staying at their house during summer vacations, she knows how they are.
But she still thinks that Wednesday’s even worse, just in a slightly less public way.
(Enid gets the strong impression that if Wednesday weren’t as possessive over Enid as Enid is over Wednesday, she’d be parading their PDA all over campus, no matter what anyone else might have to say about it. Their friends are lucky Wednesday has a huge sense of privacy or they’d have to deal with a lot ).
“ Lascia che mi prenda cura di te, cuore mio. In ogni modo possibile. ” Wednesday murmurs.
“Yes.” Enid says with fluttering eyelids. “Whatever you’re saying, yes.”
Enid can feel Wednesday’s smirk against her skin.
Then, a rain of gentle kisses down her neck, her collarbone, tracing back up to her cheeks, her forehead, the tip of her nose.
Wednesday does this whenever she knows Enid’s wound up with anxiety, and Enid melts under the treatment.
A thought whispers vaguely through her mind, something she can’t fully process with how distracted she is, something that speaks of love and forever and rings.
Then Wednesday kisses her on the lips, and all her thoughts flee entirely.
They trade soft kisses and gentle hands and fingers carding through hair in a way that Enid could get lost in for hours, but reality interrupts minutes later.
Enid pulls away.
“Wednesday, it’s starting.” She can feel the familiar prickling under her skin, the pain in her gums, the lengthening of her claws.
Wednesday gives her a feral grin, her teeth notably sharper than they were mere moments ago.
Wednesday backs away and Enid does likewise once she’s able to slip out from between Wednesday’s arms and the tree at her back.
They both nod at each other, in nothing but cheap sweatpants and disposable t-shirts to account for their shift.
The last bit of sunlight disappears completely.
The familiar ripping of cheap clothes, the burn and snap of bones repositioning themselves, the stretch of skin as her face lengthens, the prickling tingle of fur coming out of every pore- it’s exciting in a way that used to be excruciating.
The pain eventually fades for all werewolves with each full moon, and since Enid’s had two years of monthly transformations, she’s well-used to it by now.
Once the transformation is complete, it takes her a moment of disorientation before she gets her bearings.
Once she does, she immediately starts looking around for Wednesday.
Weirdly, she doesn’t immediately find her.
Enid’s instantly worried when she doesn’t find Wednesday in the spot she’d been in when they first started changing.
She becomes even more concerned when she doesn’t see anything in the brush or the trees surrounding them. Her night vision, hearing, and sense of smell are all extremely heightened when she’s in her werewolf form, so the fact that she can’t see or hear Wednesday (who should still be making some kind of noise, since the first transformation is always the longest) is very concerning.
She starts sniffing at the ground to find Wednesday, but her human trail ends at the base of a random tree.
Okay, she’s starting to get really concerned now.
Could Wednesday have transformed into a tree?
Maybe there’s some kind of tree monster Enid’s never heard of?
Or maybe there are creatures inside the trees, like the ones Wednesday told her about?
Surely something like that probably exists somewhere in the world, but Enid never would’ve expected Wednesday to turn into a tree creature of all things.
Actually, now that she thinks about it, the scent isn’t as strong as it was a few moments ago.
Could Wednesday have turned into a bird? Something like a raven would certainly fit her to a tee.
Enid lifts her head, craning her neck as far as it will go to investigate the canopy over her (not exactly an easy feat for a werewolf).
All she can see is the full moon shining brightly in the sky overhead, the stars glimmering around it in an indifferent silence to the darkened world below.
Just a night like any other.
And certainly not with any birds.
Normal birds aren’t exactly fond of being around werewolves.
Just as she’s about to put her head back down in defeat and start searching the undergrowth again, something catches her eyes.
Above a thick branch on one of the trees near the one she first investigated, there’s something like a black void in the darkness. The shape is dark against the branches and swallows up the stars behind it.
Enid edges closer, but she barely gets the chance to see a glint of green light in that darkness before it pounces on her.
They tussle for a minute before the creature has her pinned.
She bares her teeth at it before she realizes what it is.
The creature is a black panther, far larger than any panther could be in the wild.
In addition, rather than bare its teeth back, the panther only stares at her with emerald green eyes glittering with what Enid is fairly certain is amusement.
No way, but yes way, and it makes so much sense, because how else would an abnormally huge panther end up in a Vermont forest of all places without anyone noticing? Not to mention how well it would fit with everything Enid knows about Wednesday, but just to make sure-
Enid relaxes and tilts her head, giving a small, questioning bark.
In response, Wednesday relaxes from pinning Enid to simply laying on top of her, letting out a loud purr that End can feel in every part of her body.
Enid’s tail starts wagging like crazy, especially when she can feel that Wednesday’s tail is swaying leisurely behind her and occasionally wrapping around Enid’s when it slows for a brief moment.
Enid yips happily and starts nuzzling against Wednesday’s face, a motion Wednesday returns and only purrs more loudly at.
They stay like that for a few moments before Wednesday gets up, carefully not stepping on Enid’s body as she does so.
Enid whines at the loss of contact, but Wednesday only noses at her until Enid gets to her feet.
Once she’s up, she starts to investigate Wednesday’s new form.
Seeing her more closely and in the clearer light of the small clearing, it’s clear that she isn’t quite like a large version of a panther.
The differences are small, but they’re there.
For one thing, she’s at least three times the size of a regular panther, her head only a few inches shorter than Enid’s. It brings Enid no small amount of delight, since that’s exactly what their height difference is when they’re in human form.
For the first time in a while, Enid has something new to hang over Wednesday’s head (literally) to tease her with, which she’s sure will annoy the living hell out of Wednesday. Getting under Wednesday’s skin is never easy, so Enid takes every opportunity that comes her way.
Wednesday’s paws are also gigantic, nearly as big as Enid’s, with dangerously long claws (far longer than Enid’s are) that curve slightly and end in razor-sharp points.
Her back legs are muscular and long, longer than her front legs, and Enid wonders if Wednesday will be able to outrun her in a race.
Doing so would be quite the feat, since Enid is the fastest, largest, and strongest werewolf the pack has seen in generations.
Enid can’t wait to test it out.
Wednesday, with a clear air of exasperated amusement, bares her teeth for Enid after Enid asks by baring her own teeth but keeping the rest of her body loose and calm to indicate she’s not threatening her or wanting to engage in play. (Not yet, anyway).
Wednesday’s fangs are just short enough to avoid going over her lips like Enid’s does, and the rest of her teeth are so sharp and savage that they look like something Enid would only find in the pages of a monster bestiary.
Her fur is black, but with each minute movement Wednesday makes there’s a subtle hint of blue, purple, and even green shining in the fur, invisible in darkness but obvious under the moon’s light.
The effect reminds Enid of a raven’s feathers. The sight is beautiful, and only emphasizes how bright Wednesday’s new, emerald green eyes are.
The color is a sharp contrast to what Enid’s used to seeing on Wednesday, in any form, but it’s beautiful.
Before finishing her close inspection of Wednesday’s new form, she makes sure to commit Wednesday’s new yet still somewhat familiar scent to memory in case Wednesday tries to pounce on her from the shadows again.
A completely unfair move, considering that Wednesday is the exact color of the shadows around them, so well-blended in that even Enid’s heightened sight couldn’t make her out before getting ambushed.
Wednesday’s fur smells clean and warm like a cat’s, but with an underlying scent that’s entirely Wednesday- the smell of fresh soil, bitter almonds, old wood, fallen leaves, and the subtle fragrance of belladonna flowers.
(For goodness sake, of course Enid couldn’t find Wednesday; she already smells like a forest during autumn).
After her inspection of Wednesday is completed to her satisfaction, she sits in front of Wednesday and barks happily, tail wagging so furiously it’s sweeping the fallen leaves underneath them in all sorts of directions.
Enid knows that if Wednesday could roll her eyes, she would.
But that doesn’t stop Wednesday from leisurely stepping forward, as graceful and elegant as she is in human form.
It seems she wants to examine Enid’s werewolf form too, despite having done so already a few times before while she was still entirely human.
(Well, an Addams type of human, anyway).
After a few slow circles, Wednesday starts purring again and rubbing her face and side against Enid’s side, nearly knocking a surprised Enid over with how strong she is.
Once Enid gets her bearings, she’s able to keep herself upright as Wednesday continues rubbing her fur against Enid’s, purring ever louder as Enid lets her.
Enid knows Wednesday would kill her for even just thinking it, but Wednesday is so goddamn cute!
When Wednesday rubs her face against Enid’s, almost like a cat version of a small kiss, Enid finally realizes what’s going on.
Just like house cats do with their owners or their other favorite things in their territory to make sure other cats back off, Wednesday is scenting her.
Werewolves (and wolves in general) don’t actually scent each other despite popular belief. Sure, they scent their territory, food, and use scent as a roadmap for other members of their pack, but the closest they get to scenting each other is huddling together affectionately.
Having Wednesday actually scent her is the first time Enid’s had someone very deliberately claim her as their territory.
Alright, forget cute. Wednesday is adorable.
Suddenly, disgracefully, Enid feels a rush of satisfaction that she bit Wednesday in such a prominent place.
Wednesday might be marking her through scent, but Enid’s marked Wednesday with something that will never fade.
The pleasure of the idea starts overriding her guilt, and somehow Wednesday must sense it, because her purring grows louder and she leans against Enid until Enid gets the hint and falls to the ground.
The two of them wrap around each other in a huddle not dissimilar from the kind Enid’s engaged in with other werewolves in the past, yet it’s completely different.
Enid didn’t even realize in the past that those huddles always made her feel slightly uncomfortable, since those were werewolves that used to tease and look down on her for her inability to shift.
She knows they’re only nice to her now because she’s finally shifted, and overly nice in some cases because of how much stronger she is than all of them, so their group huddles didn’t feel genuine, didn’t give her the joy they were supposed to.
Cuddling with Wednesday in their shifted forms is completely different.
All Enid feels is contentment and comfort.
The warmth of Wednesday’s body is seeping into her own, her purr vibrating through Enid’s skin and deep into the marrow of her bones, Wednesday’s tail is wrapped around her own in the closest way they can hold hands when they only have paws; all of it is addictive.
The feeling is something she’s only ever experienced when kissing Wednesday.
When she’s talking with Wednesday about anything and everything, following Wednesday on another of her crazy investigations and helping find the small clues that would lead to yet another successful closing of the case, hearing the clack of typewriter keys and the beautiful sound of a cello echoing in the night as Enid rolls up in Wednesday’s bed, surrounded by her scent, happy and ready to fall asleep (or do other things if they’re both in the mood).
She places her head on Wednesday’s neck out of habit, nearly drowning in delight when Wednesday doesn’t shrug her off and simply allows it.
The show of trust is one that Enid knows Wednesday wouldn’t give anyone else outside of a few select members of her family. (Namely her parents, brother, Grandmama, and her Uncle Fester).
It almost makes Enid’s tail start wagging again, but since Wednesday’s tail is wrapped so warmly around it, she settles for a happy whine instead and snuggles closer.
Wednesday huffs in what Enid assumes is amusement.
Enid’s already categorized every single one of Wednesday’s microexpressions in human form; she can’t wait to do the same for Wednesday’s panther form.
A werecat ; how cool is that?
They lay there, a black and blonde pile, for a long time.
Then the breeze changes, and they catch the whiff of a deer.
Immediately, they both perk up, sniffing.
Wednesday turns to her with what Enid is fairly certain is a questioning look.
Enid answers with a toothy grin (what Wednesday refers to as “her doggy smile”, no matter how many times Enid tries to shoot it down).
The best part is, Wednesday responds by baring her teeth in what looks like a menacing, feral grin.
A shudder races down Enid’s spine, and she honestly can’t tell if it’s from fear or attraction anymore.
Actually, she’s pretty sure it’s just from attraction, but that can wait for later.
Sniffing the air one more time, the two of them prowl into the night, one a black shadow, the other the golden light casting it, until they disappear into the trees.
Just before they do, Enid glances up at the sky again.
All she can see is the full moon shining brightly in the sky overhead, the stars glimmering around it in an indifferent silence to the darkened world below.
Amusement and excitement rises in her as she races after Wednesday.
A night like any other, indeed.
Translations:
Quale immagine potrebbe essere più incantevole di questa? - “What image could be more enchanting than this?”
Amore - “Love”
Mia cara anima gemella - “My dear soulmate”
Mio sole - “My sun”
Lascia che mi prenda cura di te, cuore mio. In ogni modo possibile. - “Let me take care of you, my heart. In every possible way.”