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It was warm in Crackstone’s crypt, as they leaned towards each other, their lips just about to touch when the door was slammed open and the harsh beam of a flashlight hit their eyes.
Tyler held back a growl, he was so close.
Wednesday jerked away from Tyler and looked mildly guilty as the beam of light exposed her face to the cops. Tyler’s father shook his head in dismay and motioned for his team to clear out. He shot a grim look at Tyler before walking out without a word.
Wednesday looked at Tyler with clear eyes, the romantic moment that he had so carefully built over the last two hours was gone.
“I, uh, guess we better be getting home.” Tyler mumbled unhappily. “I’ll walk with you back to campus, it’s on the to where I parked.”
Wednesday nodded and Tyler walked with her back towards campus without another word. As they grew closer to the school, Wednesday disappeared into the shadows.
When Tyler arrived at his car and got in, he slammed his fist into the dash. “Goddamn it” He cursed. He had almost had her before his idiot father barged in. Now he was going to have to arrange an entirely new opportunity to get her to touch him. He blood sang with lust and longing at being so close while he angrily drove home.
The next afternoon when Tyler was on break at the coffee shop during his usual after-school shift he saw Wednesday walking towards the shop and approached her. He knew the Raven was coming up and saw this as a perfect chance to get close to Wednesday again.
He cranked up his most charming smile and called out to her, noting that she immediately changed her path to walk up to him. “Tyler.” She said in greeting.
Tyler smirked at her in a way that made most girl’s heart melt. “I heard the raven is this weekend.” He wasn’t surprised to see her grimace in disgust as she stated. “Everyone has been obsessed with that stupid dance.”
“So, you’re not going then?” Tyler asked and was surprised to see her hesitate. “Actually, I had to ask someone in an act of self-preservation.” Tyler felt a cold rage begin trickling into his body, she was interested in someone else after all the time he had invested in gaining her affection? He swallowed down his anger and asked. “Who?” Wednesday continued to frown slightly and answered him. “Xavier.”
“Wow, OK, I hope you guys have a great time.” Tyler managed to get out without any emotion coloring his words. He turned to walk away when Wednesday prodded him by stating “I don’t see why you are upset.”
Tyler swallowed and smoothed out his features before turning around, ensuring that he had more puppy dog eyes than rage-filled.
“That’s the problem.” He told her. “I mean, call me crazy but you keep giving me these signals….”
He hoped she would apologize and attempt to comfort him but she stood stiffly and out of his reach while replying “It’s not my fault I can’t interpret your emotional morse code.”
Frustrating Tyler countered with “Then let me spell it out, I thought we liked each other, then you pull something like this and I have no idea where I stand. After all this, am I just a pawn in some game that you are playing?”
He hoped vainly that she would feel bad for the pain that she was supposed to be imposing on him but she coldly answered. “I just have a lot going on and I need to prioritize.”
Tyler scoffed and said “Well thanks for clearing that up, let me know when I move up your list of priorities.” He turned his back to her and walked away before the cold fury showed on his face.
The next afternoon he laughed when he saw the sweet note in his tip jar, supposedly from Wednesday. Saying that she had reconsidered and wanted him to meet her at Ophelia Hall, corsage optional. He has seen thing creeping into the shop and scurrying away after the delivery and knew it was thing’s words and not hers. He briefly wondered what happened to Xavier, but didn’t really care. When he showed up in a suit with this note, the night would be a replacement for the crypt date gone wrong.
Tyler showed up to Wednesday’s room, he knew to wear white from overhearing groups of teenagers’ chatter about that dance at the Weathervane. He had picked out a corsage of black Dianthus (made that way with the help of dye) but unusual enough that he thought Wednesday would be impressed.
When she answered the door in black jeans and a black and white sweater, he had to hold back his laughter at her shocked face. For someone who was supposed to be stoic, he found her easy to read.
“I got your note, I’m guessing you had Thing drop it off?” He started. “It was really….sweet, I was surprised.”
“So am I.” Wednesday stated with a cold glare shot towards Thing, as he fled to her desk.
“Do you need a minute to finish getting ready?” Tyler asked, looking her up and down with a smirk.
Wednesday looked at him for a brief silent moment before shutting the door in his face.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Tyler muttered under his breath and walked away still holding the corsage.
A few moments later, as he waited at the end of her hall, by a trophy case he saw her emerge. He was mildly surprised she owned such a formal gown, all black lace with floating layers.
“Wow, Wednesday, you look….amazing, seriously you look beautiful.” Tyler said.
Wednesday looked at him frowning and for a brief moment he thought he was going to be lectured on beauty standards in a patriarchal society. But instead, she let the frown fade away and took his hand to lead him to the stairway that led down to the dance floor.
He couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he saw shocked faces look up at Wednesday’s entrance, with him by her side, he particularly noticed the miserable, shocked face of Xavier and couldn’t hold back his smile.
While walking with Wednesday across the dance floor, he found himself ensnared by Laurel. After a brief exchange about some random drink, she supposedly ordered all the time, he reclaimed Wednesday’s hand and walked away. Laurel was looking after him, with a look of confusion, she had no idea what he was doing.
Shortly after escaping Laurel the chords of a Cramps song started pumping into the room and Wednesday dragged him to the middle of the dance floor. Tyler started doing the awkward dance of a typical teenage guy, slightly rocking back and forth while smiling at her. But then she started her version of dancing, swooping all around him and throwing her head back with the whites of her eyes showing.
He was honestly a little impressed with how she completely lost herself in the dance, ignoring all the shocked teenagers, scrambling out of her way. Right before the dance ended red liquid began raining down from the ceiling, shocking bright against the white of his suit and her pale face.
She laughed in delight and turned her face up to catch the blood-like liquid but when she licked it off her lips she sighed in disappointment. “It’s just red paint." She explained to him, "They were too lazy to get real blood."
They stood staring at each other while red rained down all around them and the other dance-goers fled before Tyler said “Since it’s just paint, should we go wash off?”
Wednesday looked at him appraising for a moment, like she could see right through him, before nodding slowing. “Enid is staying with Ajex tonight, we can use my room.”
Perfect, Tyler thought as he followed her up to her room, he didn’t want a hyped-up werewolf interrupting them.
Once the bedroom door was locked behind them, he started removing his coat. Wednesday looked a little surprised at how quickly he was shedding clothes and pointed to the bathroom.
Tyler nodded and walked into the bathroom, he threw his coat over the shower curtain rod and swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it next to his coat. His pants had not been stained with much paint but he took them off too, along with his shoes. He didn’t want layers of clothes blocking his body from hers.
He used a washcloth that he assumed was Wednesday’s, as it was black, to wash the red paint off of his face and hands. A few flecks remained in his brown curls, but he thought he would like the look of them and left the washroom. After a moment’s consideration, he wrapped a black towel over his boxers. He didn’t want to scare her off by coming on too strong.
Wednesday swallowed hard as she saw him exit with a towel wrapped around his waist and quickly scurried into the shared bath. Tyler chuckled under his breath, it was early yet and they had the room to themselves for the entire night. It made up for the distraction that happened at the crypt.
A few minutes later Wednesday emerged, her braids were back down, no longer a pinned up in a crown and she was wearing a small black slip with thigh high stockings.
Tyler stared at her, allowing his lust to show on his face, before walking towards her and putting his hands on her face. “Wednesday.” He breathed quietly before leaning down to kiss her.
After a rather sweet kiss, she leaned back and looked deeply into his eyes, her face wore a relaxed smile for a change and he took advantage of her relaxed state to walk her backwards towards her bed. When the back of her knees hit, she sat down. He sat next to her and kissed her, determined to go deeper this time, his hands around her waist. He didn’t waste any time in lifting his hands from her waist to her small breasts, gently twirling his fingertips over her pebbled nipples.
She moaned against him, her body shaking as though this was a new and unexpected sensation. He continued kissing her and lightly teasing her nipples until she arched her back and bit his lip, obviously ready for more, but unwilling to ask for it. He slowly trailed his left hand from her breast, down her stomach and between her legs, she still wore black cotton panties and he caressed her clit through the thin fabric. After a few letting her squirm for a while, nearly bucking against his purposely gentle caresses he slipped his hand underneath the thin black fabric and drew slow lazy circles over her now swollen clit. She gasped into his mouth at the direct skin contact, her reaction making him more sure than ever that it was her first time.
Tyler smirked against her mouth, she wasn’t so different from any other teenage girl, despite how hard she acted. He slowly slipped one finger in her, crooking it to rub against her G-spot while still drawing slow circles over her clit. Her body shuddered beneath his ministrations and he let his mouth glide down her neck, sucking and nipping, leaving lots of marks to remember him by.
As his mouth reached her left nipple and he started to suck on it in earnest, he pushed another finger into her, still focusing on her G-stop and mercilessly teasing her clit. “Tyler…” she moaned, her face more flushed than he ever thought possible. He knew she was close and added more pressure against her clit until she gasped and shuddered against him. He could feel her inner walls trying to milk his fingers, spasming over and over again.
Her eyes were hazy as she looked up at him, her lips swollen and slightly open. She looked ripe and ready. He pushed her back onto the bed, and slipped off her soaked panties. The towel slipped off of him and he pushed off his boxers, letting his erection free. He saw her glance down at his ready cock before raising her gaze back to his eyes as he positioned himself on top of her.
“Wednesday, do you want this?” He whispered as he lined up his dick, getting ready to enter her. “Yes.” She breathed quietly. Tyler wasted no time, pushing himself into her tight entrance. He found himself moaning against his will, he had to hold back and control himself, she had to orgasm before he did. She didn’t seem to have any pain for it being her first time, but she was soaked from her first orgasm. He reached his hand between their bodies and rubbed her clit, kissing up her neck. He could feel her body respond to him, drawing close to her next release. He kept his thrusts into her as slow as he could, keeping his focus on her cumming again.
After a few torturous minutes, that had him wondering if he would be able to hold back, he felt her gasp and shudder, the sensation of her body tightening around him pushed him over the edge and he came, crying out in pleasure. He saw faint blue sparkling lights surround them as he orgasmed.
It was done, the Hyde had lost his virginity to a virgin witch. He fell asleep in her warm embrace.