Chapter 10: A Fragil Distance

                                    

                                          
Note: Sooo...writing this section was rather complicated for me, I am aware it was needed for the plot but I have found I am too awkward to write stuff as explicit a second time. I am not sure if I'll be able to do something like that again. Who knows? regardless if anyone wants to help out for future chapters leave a comment otherwise I think it will be more implied than explicit intimate moments. 
TW: Explicit momentsss

Enid's lips crashed against Wednesday's, a mix of longing and desperation fueling her every move. Wednesday, caught between pushing her away and pulling her closer, gave in to the heat of the moment. Their lips moved together in a fevered rhythm, but even then, Wednesday fought for control.
"This... has to be... another experiment," Wednesday managed to say between kisses, her voice faltering as she tugged at Enid's collar, pulling her impossibly closer.
Enid's breath hitched, her werewolf instincts flaring as her hands gripped Wednesday tighter. She could feel her claws beginning to slip out, barely grazing the fabric of Wednesday's shirt, slightly tearing at it. But she couldn't stop. She wouldn't.
"If that's... what you need," Enid whispered against Wednesday's lips, pressing forward with another kiss. Her hands slid down to Wednesday's waist, holding her close, feeling the tension in her muscles, the hesitation. But the hunger between them was palpable, undeniable.
Wednesday's fingers dug into Enid's collar, tugging her forward as though the closer they were, the safer she felt from the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. "It's... just like... the party," she murmured, the words barely holding any weight now as she pressed into the kiss, her resolve slipping away.
Enid let out a low growl, her instincts taking over. She didn't care about the so-called experiment anymore. All that mattered was this moment, being close to Wednesday, feeling her respond in ways she never thought possible.
Without responding, once more Enid captured Wednesday's lips in a searing kiss. This time, there was no hesitation, only raw passion. Enid's tongue slid between her lips, exploring her mouth with a hunger that left Wednesday breathless. Her initial resistance crumbled entirely, and she surrendered to the new and bold sensations coursing through her body.
Enid's hands roamed freely over her slender frame, mapping every curve and contour. She lowered her kisses onto Wednesday's neck, leaving a burning sensation on every spot she kissed, a soft moan from Wednesday's lips. Her hands, usually so still and controlled, tangled in the waves of Enid's colorful hair, pulling her closer, as if afraid she might disappear.
As the kiss deepened, Enid's werewolf instincts took over. She guided Willa backwards until her legs met the edge of the bed, causing her to fall back. Wednesday's eyes fluttered open, revealing a storm of conflicting emotions.
Noticing this Enid paused for a moment, slowly she kissed her again, softly at first, then rapidly increasing into urgency. Wednesday was quick to forget about her emotions other than the feeling of Enid's lips and hands on her. Carefully, as if asking, Enid's hands pushed up the hem of Wednesday's skirt, running her palms along her smooth legs, up towards her thighs. 
"Enid," Wednesday breathed, her voice raspy with longing, her fingers slipping through Enid's hair once more, tugging at her as she began to lose herself in the sensation.
Enid slid one of her hands further up until she reached the soft fabric of her underwear. She let out a small moan as she felt how wet Wednesday was. The realization of it sent a rush of blood to her head, and she was compelled to take more.
She slipped a finger past the cotton barrier, tracing the outline of Wednesday's folds. The sensation was enough to make her quiver, and Enid moaned into the kiss as she delved deeper. The sound of Wednesday's panting grew louder, and Enid knew she was getting closer and closer.