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Wednesday Addams didn’t like to admit she had a weakness. That would suggest vulnerability. Suggest soft things with frayed edges, clumsy wants, a skin peeled back to expose something bloody and too human. But now she lay still with her back, arms at her sides like a corpse prepared for viewing, Enid’s lips were brushing her own again and again and again, as if Enid was trying to map the shape of her mouth into memory.
She liked it.
No.
She loved it and she was addicted to it.
“Are you even breathing?” Enid whispered, pulling back just enough that her voice tickled across Wednesday’s cheek.
“I am choosing not to, you are in my airspace, it’s good Enid-”
A breathy giggle. “You know that’s not how breathing works.”
Wednesday opened her eyes and stared into the soft dusk pooling across Enid’s skin. The room had long since slipped into the early evening where everything quiets- students gone to dinner or tucked behind doors, the school exhaling the day. A moonlight clung to Enid’s colorful hair like a second glow, and her cheeks were a little flushed, her mouth warm from too many kisses.
Too many? No. Not enough, never enough with them.
“I could go back to my bed,” Enid teased, leaning just far enough that Wednesday could feel the loss of her body heat. Wednesday’s hands shot up and curled around Enid’s hips, dragging her close again. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” Enid murmured, delight curling in her voice.
Enid grinned like she’d won the lottery and leaned in, brushing their lips together in that maddening way that never quite satisfied- barely there, always teasing. Wednesday’s thumb moved just under the hem of Enid’s shirt, a slow stroke, tentative, like she was unsure whether the werewolf would vanish at the lightest touch.
“Don’t go.”
Enid softened immediately. Her weight settled more fully over Wednesday, her thigh sliding between Wednesday’s, her hand coming to cradle Wednesday’s jaw like it was something rare. Her palm was warm, always warm. Alive in a way Wednesday’s cool, sharp presence never had been. But Enid never recoiled, she leaned in.
Their lips met again, slow, and Wednesday sank into it like a woman dragged under water- not flailing, but surrendering, letting herself drown.
Kissing Enid was not what she had expected. She’d imagined it might be sloppy, overly sentimental, too... pink. Not for the better word. But it wasn’t. It was intense, focused. Every kiss like a signature written with her whole body. Enid kissed her like she knew Wednesday was made of storms and wanted to taste every lightning bolt.
She made a soft sound against Enid’s lips-shockingly soft, so unlike herself-and Enid hummed back, pleased, dragging her teeth just barely across Wednesday’s lower lip with a warning, an invitation.
Wednesday’s fingers clenched at Enid’s hips.
“Too much?” Enid asked, instantly checking, leaning back just enough to study her.
Wednesday shook her head. “Not enough.”
She wasn’t lying. This was all new territory, but she would walk barefoot across the coals if it meant Enid kept looking at her like this- like she was the only thing in the world worth burning for.
Enid beamed, and she leaned down again, kissing Wednesday slower this time, the kind of lazy pace that made time stretch out like silk unraveling between fingers. Their noses brushed, their lips moved in tandem, and then Enid’s hand slipped into Wednesday’s hair and cradled her skull, holding her there, deepening the kiss in tiny, breathless increments.
They weren’t undressing, they weren’t rushing. It was all mouths and hands and gasps and the push-pull of being young and so in love it hurt.
Wednesday moved her own hands higher, flattening them against the small of Enid’s back, then up her spine. She could feel every breath Enid took, every twitch of muscle. It was intoxicating.
“Your lips,” Wednesday said quietly, between kisses.
Enid smiled against her mouth. “Yeah?”
“They’re...so distracting.”
Enid laughed. “Oh?” and tilted her head, playful. “That a problem?”
“It’s becoming one.”
Enid kissed her slowly, savoring it, then whispered against her skin, “You never seem to complain.”
“I do. Just not out loud.”
“Well,” Enid breathed, her lips ghosting across Wednesday’s cheek, “I’ll try not to be so... disruptive.”
“Don’t you dare.”
Wednesday gave in. Fully. Her body melted under Enid’s, the rigid lines of her frame folding like origami in Enid’s arms. Her legs shifted, tangling with Enid’s, knees knocking and hips brushing in ways that made her skin hum.
They kissed until Wednesday lost count. Until her mouth tingled and her neck ached from craning and her hands had memorized every inch of Enid’s back. They kissed until the world shrank to the square of her small bed and the wolf girl who tasted like safety and forever.
There was nothing dangerous here, nothing threatening. Just hearts beating too fast and fingers gripping too tight and the soft, maddening sound of their mouths meeting again and again in the hush.
“Enid,” Wednesday whispered.
“Yeah?”
“I think I could write an entire novel about your mouth.”
Enid let out a helpless laugh and buried her face in Wednesday’s neck. “Please do, just title it something romantic. Like ‘The Lycan’s Lips’.”
“‘The Wolf Who Devoured Me.’”
“Oh, hot.”
Wednesday rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop the smile that curled on her lips like a secret. “You think everything is hot.”
“Only when you’re involved.”
Enid’s kisses moved down, trailing a line across Wednesday’s jaw to her throat. She lingered there, just long enough to make Wednesday stiffen, not from fear but sensation, it was overwhelming. The warm suction of her mouth on delicate skin. The weight of her breath. The hands stroking her waist with reverence.
“Okay, okay,” Enid breathed between kisses, “but like... you smell really good tonight.”
Wednesday froze.
“Are you scenting me? You dog,” Wednesday said flatly pretending to be unbothered but cheeks flushing.
Enid pulled back a little, laughing. “What? No I’m not- okay, maybe I am, just a little.” Enid kissed her again, clearly not deterred.
“I never thought I’d like this,” Wednesday admitted.
“Like what?”
“Touching. Kissing. You.” Her voice dropped to a murmur. “but I think I’m addicted.”
Enid pulled back, looking down at her with the kind of smile that made Wednesday feel like a flame trapped in glass. “Me too.”
They stared at each other for a long time. The silence wasn’t awkward, it was heavy with something almost sacred, something they didn’t have to name yet.
Enid leaned in again, this time brushing their noses before kissing the corner of Wednesday’s mouth. Then her cheek. Then the spot below her ear.
“You okay?” she murmured.
“Yes.”
“Want me to stop?”
Wednesday shook her head.
“Want me to keep kissing you?”
A nod.
“Say it,” Enid coaxed gently.
“Keep kissing me.”
“God, you’re so.” Enid stopped herself, clearly lost of words
“so infuriating.” Wednesday finished for her, for both of them.
They kissed again, this time slow and sensual, but nothing more. They stayed there, tangled on the bed, not crossing boundaries, hands over clothes, no grinding. Just that tender ache of mouths searching, finding, pressing. Enid on top of her, heavy in a way that made Wednesday feel tethered and wanted.
Her heart kept stuttering, she wasn’t used to that.
At one point, Enid cupped her face in both hands and just looked at her like she was something to be studied, memorized, adored. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to because her touch said it all.
Wednesday reached up and threaded their fingers together.
“I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing and if I’m doing it right” she whispered.
“Me neither. Not like this, I- I’ve never felt like this Wedns” She leaned closer, pressing their foreheads together.”
“What if we mess it up?”
Enid kissed her forehead. “Then we fix it. Together.”
Another kiss. Another inhale of her scent- vanilla and warmth and maybe a hint of something different, something sacred only for them.
They lay like that for what felt like hours, kisses slowing into touches, touches into soft murmurs, words into breathless smiles.
When Enid finally slipped off of her and curled beside her, Wednesday pulled her close again and kissed the tip of her nose.
“Stay with me tonight” she whispered into the darkness.
The moonlight stretched long and silver over the floor. Their legs tangled under the blanket. They didn’t sleep, not for a long while. They just kept kissing- messy and soft and reverent like they had all the time in the world.
They were falling in love.
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