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“Enid.” Wednesday tries for the umpteenth time to get the blonde’s attention only to fail. She woke up alone in the bed, the other side barely scrunched up for her liking, the blonde usually sleeps with lots of turning and moving oftentimes removing the main cover. For it to be hardly wrinkled was the start of the adding discrepancies throughout the day. Wednesday’s suspicion was proven the moment she came down with Enid restlessly preparing a meal, too early for her to do so on a weekend. The bags under her eye were a bit dark, her mind clearly containing something as she barely noticed the presence of the brunette.
At first, Enid did give her attention, an odd one if Wednesday will add. The blonde greeted her with a bashful smile, gesturing for her to sit on the opposite side of the table. They talked normally, their conversation gradually coming to what happened last night; their drinking. Enid was… well, Enid asked if she enjoyed the party, casual inquiries thrown after another, there’s no pause or space for Wednesday to ask the same question back.
Along with that, Enid barely ate. Her eyes looked so expectant of something that Wednesday could not understand the whole time they talked. Like there’s an answer or perhaps a topic that she is supposed to raise. She tries to ponder if she missed the same look being given before the party, before the day, anything before her mind had been affected by the effects of trying to make most of the alcohol with Enid’s friends, her intention of not trying to drink too much became a losing game with its euphoric temporary outcome.
They finished eating with a resigned look from the blonde. That was the start of Enid ignoring her for most of the day, seeing her sigh more than what Wednesday is used to. Whenever Wednesday tried to strike up a conversation about what she possibly had done wrong Enid would ask if they could have it some time later. She tries to grant the wish for space as she thinks of everything, worrying if perhaps it was something that happened when she was drunk. Granting space was hard when they were spending the whole day together inside the apartment and they’ve grown dependent with each other that Wednesday had to call the blonde a few times and vice versa.
It wasn’t the first time they fought, they’ve done it plenty of times when they were in high school. She experienced Enid storming out to sleep in a different room, holding her pride to keep her mouth shut about wanting the blonde to come back. They’ve encountered plenty of times fighting for different reasons, one being the time Wednesday came back with Ajax coming out of their shared room, not knowing Enid had broken up with him that day. Thing had to tell her the whole ordeal as she stubbornly refused to talk to anyone.
There were too many to recall that wouldn’t account for one sitting, still, there were a lot of times too that they questionably had a good time beside each other, how sharing both moments good and bad made them grow closer. They had the whole academy side glancing, secretly talking, second-guessing, tiring both the students and them with their whole relationship.
It feels different now when they’re not just friends, not just roommates. It feels heavier with the knowledge that she can lose something-- lose someone.
Yoko called Enid sometime in the afternoon, the blonde looked at Wednesday briefly before switching places, intent on keeping the phone call conversation to themselves. Dread weighed on Wednesday's raining thoughts, the Addams had first time wished Thing was here so he could’ve told Wednesday what she did and solved the hours-long waiting for the blonde’s “later”. He wasn’t though, and Wednesday spent the whole of the afternoon watching Enid walk around their apartment, throwing a sorry look whenever their gazes met. Wednesday knows she’d go on both knees down if it meant being forgiven but if she can’t respect Enid’s wish what good is she for a girlfriend when Enid patiently complied with her every want?
It was torture and Wednesday had sworn never to get drunk as much as she did last night if it meant waking up being ignored brutally by her girlfriend who endured not speaking with her when she was usually talkative.
Dinner time clocked in and Enid ended up telling her she’d order. The living room noise was only the TV turned on for that singular goal; Enid’s busy with her phone and Wednesday is not interested in the show being flashed. They sat waiting at both ends of the sofa, the first time they’d done it and hopefully the last.
Eating dinner was quiet, Enid still hadn't talked and Wednesday prepared herself for the conversation that the blonde promised after they had their meal, her stomach flipping thinking of the possibilities of how’d it end.
“Wednesday,” The brunette turns her neck to the voice, her chest thumping inside suddenly louder. “Yoko asked if I was going out with them, we'll try to be quick.”
Oh.
They wouldn’t talk?
Wednesday turned her head away as she nodded. She cleared her throat, stood up, and gathered the plastic container she used. “I’ll wait for you.”
Neither said anything then. Enid threw her plate after Wednesday and entered their room. Wednesday went back to the side she sat on the sofa to turn the TV off, silently watching her reflection in the dark device. She returned minutes later to the room, Enid’s all dressed and ready. The blonde turned at her and sat on the bed for the moment as she put on the watch Wednesday gifted to her wrist.
Unable to bear more of the silence, Wednesday tore the space with a determined look. Her fist clenched and unclenched as anxiety rolled on her throat and threatened to hinder the words wanting to get out of her tongue. “What did I do, Querida?” She pleads to know. “I want to make up for what I did.”
“I told you we’ll talk about it some other time.”
“You told me later and later is now.”
“Later is when I am ready to talk.” Enid retorts back.
Wednesday clenches her jaw, her eyes tearing at the desperation of not wanting to spend more hours thinking of what she’s done to frustrate Enid this badly. “I’m sorry—”
“No. I don’t want you to be sorry for what you did!” The shout surprised them both. Enid's lips trembled slightly. The frustration in her tone wasn’t close to resentment but of disappointment. And she’s looking up at Wednesday while hesitating, her throat visibly swallowing as she bit her lip for a moment. “You kissed me.” The realization on Wednesday’s face added wince to her face, added to her disappointment. “It’s unfair because you don’t remember it and I don’t know how much you meant what you’ve done.” This time her tone changed, her voice softer but the emotion stayed the same.
“When?”
“You initiated it before you slept.” Enid filled in the blank slot on her mind. “It was…quick. You did it suddenly and I was taken aback too. I didn’t take advantage of you drunk, I swear—”
“I know you wouldn’t.” Wednesday cuts off. Shaking her head, eyes boring straight to the blonde, letting her know she was confident enough not to show doubt. She sweeps the blonde’s hair on the back of her ear, trying to ease down the knot forming on her throat. “I might not remember but I know I meant doing that.”
“That was supposed to be our first.” Enid whines, grasping the hand of Wednesday tending to her hair. “That was supposed to be special.”
The slow grin drawing on Wednesday drew curiosity, Enid's eyes traveled to the rare display of the dimple even with the frown on her lips.
“That wasn’t our first, Enid.”
“What?” The blonde asked incredulously. Perhaps the only time Wednesday was able to tear her eyes away from her cheeks when she’s ever so rarely smiled.
“You’ve kissed me last semester—”
“No, we haven’t kissed.” The blonde defends, cutting her off. Enid tried recalling everything from last semester, turning her head away to be able to focus. Wednesday held her chin and shifted it to make the woman face her. “That’s impossible. I know I partied a few times but I always wasn’t anywhere near drunk to even forget. You know I have a high tolerance because my body adjusts.”
“You were not drunk then, Querida.”
“Then how?”
“I have a morning class and I accidentally stirred you awake after you pulled an all-nighter. You kissed me before I went to prepare and when I came home you were frustrated that I didn’t say goodbye to you.” The brunette tells the story, the grin on her lips growing wider as Enid suddenly prospers being quiet. “Did you think of it as a dream?”
“You’re telling me, I am the one that doesn’t remember?”
Wednesday laughs, nodding. Even the sound of her own was foreign to her ears, Enid drew it out of her naturally and comfortably. The sight of it is openly appreciated by the diluting pupil around the blue iris.
“Are you interested in having the first we both remember?”
Without having an answer, Enid’s fingers danced on Wednesday’s neck to gently haul her down, her face casting an angle for a kiss, their eyes immediately shutting when their lips met. A small noise when their lips pulled back matched the quick intake of breath as they both went back in. Repeatedly.
A strangled moan was caught on the back of Enid’s throat so attractive Wednesday lost herself to it. She doesn’t remember how they had it last night, how her brain didn’t sober up on the addictive taste of the blonde, but it doesn’t matter now. She’d confidently have this again, maybe ask for another one when the blonde deemed it done, or until Enid would have to laugh at her eagerness for more, and Wednesday would be too embarrassed to ask.
She felt Enid press her thumb on her hips, such a small simple gesture made her so sensitive that she slightly shivered. Maybe, Wednesday wasn’t really sensitive and it’s just the blonde and her intense effect on the goth.
Apparently, Enid did it to ground herself as she pulled slightly away, her face still hovering dangerously close, long exhales dragged from her lungs as if those small pecks made her hold her breath from the start. Sparkling blue eyes met Wednesday who slowly unfurled hers.
“Okay?” Enid asked exquisitely for any sign on the goth’s face; she smiled in relief when Wednesday immediately nodded. Enid stood to lessen the strain of forcing Wednesday to meet her down. Eager to continue what was paused, Wednesday yanked Enid’s bottom of her shirt, her hand cupping Enid’s face. Their lips gently pressed for a moment before Enid frustratedly tore back again. “Oh—wait, that…that’s how you exactly pulled me,” She chuckles, her lips shutting thin seeing the shock and frustration in the brunette.
“Enid.” Wednesday breathes out with a lace of threat.
The blonde’s brow furrowed, the squint in her eyes suddenly teasing. Wednesday’s inside twisted ironically finding the provocation alluring. “You’re mad,” The blonde states the obvious. “I thought you like me talking?”
Wednesday inhaled deeply and clenched her jaw. Controlling the temper wearing thin. “You’re disturbing.”
“Disturbing what?” The innocence of the tone was supposed to be convincing. It isn’t though, not when Enid’s peppering her kisses all over her face, itching close numerous times to where she wants her lips to be. The ministration of the blonde’s hand on the back of her head and hips contributes to the burn spreading around her system. They don’t go anywhere far or near, they stay in place, merely the fingers working drawing patterns that Wednesday is too preoccupied with to figure out. Enid’s lips dampened on her chin, crawling to the back of Wednesday’s ear, and finally into her jaw. This woman will be the death of her.
Wednesday’s fingers combed into Enid’s roots, clenching not too hard as she fisted some strands, steering the blonde’s head up to the level she could face the brunette. The tension in Wednesday’s muscles thawed when she finally had Enid’s lips on her again, her fingers detangling on the white locks, her nails now massaging the scalp to draw more of the noise she’s addicted to hearing.
Enid switches their side, the edge of the bed hits Wednesday’s back but it doesn’t draw her attention away, in fact, nothing can draw her attention elsewhere when Enid’s lips are latched into hers. Nibbling small spots, fangs grazing very lightly, tongue teasing to moisten more of their already wet lips. Enid responds very openly to everything; her noises, her unintentional squeezes, and the way she doesn’t let any of them breathe enough before she dips to glue their lips together. Wednesday didn’t know how long they were pressed. Enid seemed to be determined to continue and stopped only until Wednesday tapped her done and the brunette was also far too gone in what they were doing to want it to ever stop.
Enid’s phone rang and they ignored it. The call started again, Enid’s arms circled fully to the Addams’ waist, seeking the same closeness as they have for a hug. Her ears became deaf to the song vibrating on her phone twice in a row, her senses flooded to only Wednesday. Finally, when their lungs reached the limit, Enid slowly stopped, laying her forehead on the Addams, breathing heavily, eyes shut facing the dark. “Sorry, I got carried away. Are you okay?” Wednesday heard before they glared at the phone ringing.
“I’m surprised you didn’t turn it off when it was first ringing.” Enid draws away to shut the phone off, throwing it to the side before wrapping Wednesday in her arms, hiding in the goth’s neck.
“I was tempted, yes. I kinda like it when you yank my hair and tow me back for a kiss.” The Addams cheeks burned at the frankness. Enid giggled as she read her.
“What stopped you?” Wednesday asked despite being embarrassed. She looked down, locking her hands to the back of the blonde.
“That was our first, I was trying to feel everything; what you like and what I like.”
Wednesday lays her cheeks on the top of Enid’s head. Humming in contentment. “What do you like?”
“Aside from having my hair pulled?” The blonde laughs and detaches herself. She kissed the shorter’s forehead and reverently stared. “Everything Wednesday. All that I felt. You’re perfect as you are.”
Wednesday scoffs, figuring out that being flustered continuously is both a torment and bliss.
“You’re dressed.” She jumps into a different topic.
“Uh-huh, and you should be too.”
“I should be?”
“I was trying to be distracted and thought of using it to buy you a gift for the holidays.”
Right, the holidays.
“I have bought yours.” That she did. They were already wrapped and hidden.
“That fast?!” Enid’s mouth gaped. “You don’t even celebrate!”
“Those gifts were for you,” Wednesday states her reason. “You love December.” Enid decorates their room with red socks, bakes cakes, icing them with a figure of santa, one that wears black when she gives it to Wednesday. She does so much in breaks at this time of the month that the goth can pick up most of the activities she enjoys. She’d shop for things ahead before their vacation and fill their apartment with materials that Enid would find useful.
“I love December,” Enid nods, a wide smile reaching her eyes. “And I love you so, so much I wish to spend all of it with you.”
Santa Claus can pack. No one can beat Wednesday Addams when it comes to granting Enid Sinclair’s wishes.
Enid will spend all of December with her.