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Wednesday’s heart pounded so loudly she could feel the beats in her ears. Enid was a vision of delight, streaks of grave-dirt on her hands and sweater, even a little smudge at one temple where she must have pushed back her hair while digging. Cradling the skull of someone Wednesday had loved in life, and continued to love now, she looked so lovely
The werewolf must be able to hear her heart, especially with how she was gazing at Wednesday. Blue eyes hungry, as if she were ready to devour her.
“Enid, one more word and you will break me. I need to talk to my Mother before I can look at you or hear you again.” Yanking her eyes from the sunny sky that is Enid. “And I want you to break me, Enid. I trust you will return Uncle Bobo to his rest before joining us in the parlor… I…” Taking a single step back to the house, Wednesday stopped again and braced herself for the storm. “I know it isn’t midnight yet, but I love you Enid Addams.” There was a light gasp in response.
Freeing the beast was instant, and nothing like Wednesday had anticipated.
She expected irrational actions and rampaging emotions. She had been certain she would grab Enid and drag her down into the recently opened grave where she would let loose those emotions upon her love with kisses and nuzzles and nips and hands on skin, tongues tasting and savoring the flavors of each other. Her reason corrupted and cast aside by the Addams curse.
Perhaps she might have retained thought enough to hold Enid’s hands as they both returned Bobo to the earth, then gone with her into the house and begged to share the shower as they would wash one another and learn all the little secrets they each held beneath their clothing, little scars or things that they were shy about. Would Enid be ticklish if Wednesday washed behind her knees? Her neck? Would her blushes run below her neck and how far…
But her reaction to this curse had been outside of her expectations, and she could indeed understand why it was a curse. She would die without Enid. Without Enid she would cease to be Wednesday Addams. At best she could only be a pale imitation of herself, and on her best day without Enid only as real as she had once been before meeting the werewolf.
The curse had known her immediately despite Wednesday having had it locked away. That moment the colorful girl first greeted her in their room, Their Room, the viscerally negative reactions the only ones Wednesday had allowed crawling under her skin. Eventually the positive feelings had come to join that itching discomfort, under her skin, Enid, always under Wednesday’s skin.
‘I want her under my skin.’
The expected loss of volition had not come, but the love had settled into Wednesday's bones and flesh, as if she were experiencing extra gravity, as if she were somehow more real now that the curse was loose and the love acknowledged. Wednesday went through her mental checklist, and might even look at the one she had written when she first felt the beast stir, but everything was still there. Her dreams, her reasons, her plans. Nothing immediately felt wrong with her mind. Even now she could contemplate being rude to Enid, insulting her blog or hair or even killing Enid and pulling out the werewolf’s heart. The consequences of such actions simply had an extra entry. You will hurt if you hurt her, the curse seemed to say. You can do it, but your soul won’t like it.
And the type of hurt that she would cause herself in that action would not be pleasant.
And Wednesday thought about what she was currently doing to her love at this very moment. The remorse was exquisite, and unwanted. Why bring pain if she could bring joy, only to spare herself some small embarrassment.
“I’m sorry love, I simply don’t trust myself to see or hear you until I deal with a certain something. However, I will wait and you can witness my shame. With me. I’m sorry to make you do the work, but please? And I know I said I don’t trust myself to hear you, but maybe toss the shovel down when you are ready?”
A single slap of the spade against the dirt announced agreement, or perhaps acceptance.
“I’m texting Mother. You see, it is about the contract I mentioned when we first started courting. The penalty for breaking it is unthinkable to me, and while I might suffer it for love, I would rather pay the lower price of canceling it with her, rather than suffer the worst. As to why I’m afraid to see you or hear you… I know I would risk my sanity to do either and not try to… well, I expect you can imagine given the speed at which you seem to be filling in the grave. The joys of a werewolf’s strength I imagine… which of course has me imagining other things that a werewolf strength might make joyful.
“Demons and devils, how does Father survive like this? I can think about other things, I can imagine storylines for Viper, and plans for Blood Moon, or poison and spice combinations, but my mind cries out to think thoughts of you. You in the sunshine, or what it would be like to hunt together in the rain, how will your fur smell when it is wet, and what it might be like to range over foreign lands walking hand in hand. Is this what you have been tolerating for months while I was safely keeping the strongest of my emotions under lock and key? I’ve respected you for your mind in the past, but never thought about the strength of will you must have. To even think this affection might not be returned is a special sort of torture, one that the vilest of the vile should be subject to, as if cursed by fickle gods and goddesses. You are like a goddess you know? Enid, goddess of the hunt and rainbows.
“I’d been taking more allergy medicines for our dates, but loving you will make it harder for them to hurt me. At least your colors, Enid. You can be the color in my world. That sounds rather sappy doesn’t it? Silly curse, though I can’t say I hate it now. Ah, maybe my mind has become more corrupt than I thought. How unfortunate. Are you ready to go? I’ve not heard the shovel for a little bit.”
Two slaps of the spade.
“I would like to see Mother soon, and the sooner we go, the sooner I can kiss you.” The single slap of the spade happens before Wednesday finishes speaking.
She can feel the warmth of the werewolf close behind her, overcoming the cool night air and attempting to coax Wednesday to look back… to reach back.
“I’m having such interesting thoughts about us now, you know? Things I simply never considered before, not really thought about. Having a home with you, or living with you here. Getting traditionally married, or simply being your mate. Turning my writing desk around so I can glance up to see you, or leaving it the way it is and rewarding myself with the sight of you when I am done. Learning to play music that is adapted from your favorite songs to simply amuse you, rather than as some gesture I might have done as a courtship gift. If you want to continue your studies, will we do so together? I do not want us to be separated, that sounds exhausting.
“Simply having these conversations when I can trust myself again will consume so much time, and I cannot find it in myself to dread that. Thank you house, for Enid and myself.” Wednesday says as the Door opens and closes for them.
“I believe I saw Thing spying at the cemetery, so it is quite likely that the family and half of Nevermore already know I confessed to you. That should be absurdly annoying to me, and I find I am not troubled. Ah, witnesses Mother? How perfectly cruel of you.” Wednesday said upon their arrival at the parlor.
Everyone was wearing night clothes aside from Lurch and Fester, though Itt was simply wearing a nightcap rather than pajamas. All were seated comfortably, though Pugsley appeared to have been woken and was half dozing.
“As I’ve informed you, I wish to void the contract between us. I am prepared to provide the compensation as outlined within the terms of the agreement.”
“Yes Wednesday, but why don’t you clarify what the contract entails, we wouldn’t want anyone to be confused. And your dear Enid is probably quite interested.” Morticia’s eyes danced between the girls.
“Enid knows of it, though not the particulars. Must we?”
“I’ll reduce the compensation period by 20% if you do.”
“Fine. A few years ago I was quite certain that I would never be subject to the Addams curse, and if I were to be, that unlike my father, I would not succumb to base desires and my parents' penchant for public displays of affection. As such, I composed a contract declaring that I would never touch another with the romantic feeling of love in my heart. Should I make it to the age of thirty, mother was to compensate me, and should I break the contract I would compensate her. However, Mother allowed for the option to void the contract for a lesser compensation if I had not already broken it. Is that sufficient explanation, Mother?”
“I suppose, though I would be interested in seeing the reactions our family and your wolf might have to learning the compensations sought and offered by thirteen year old Wednesday. Well enough, now, about my compensation for voiding our little contract…”
Wednesday took a breath, steeling herself, much as she had before releasing her lock on the curse. “Mother, you were right and I was wrong. I do want to touch the person I am in love with, and have them know that my touch is steeped in my love for them. I apologize for saying that you know nothing and I knew better than you.”
“And are you ready for what must come next, Wednesday?”
A sigh. “Yes Mother.”
“I told you so.” Morticia’s eyes were ablaze with amusement. “Fine, our contract is void, remember though four more years.”
“Four more years of what, mi querida [my dearest]?” Gomez leaned to her and asked.
“One ‘I told you so.’ a week, and she may not back talk or complain about it.”
Most of the room burst into laughter, but Wednesday ignored them, she had turned to Enid once the contract was void.
“Thirteen year old Wednesday was a bit of a fool, huh?” As the first words from her love since her confession, they were perhaps not ideal, but the voice both soothed and stoked something in Wednesday. Quite the conundrum.
Wednesday’s hand rose as if of its own volition, reaching out to pause bare inches from Enid’s lips. “I love you Enid Addams, will you accept me?”
Enid’s blue eyes rolled. “Sixteen year old Wednesday is a bit silly too, huh? I’ve been loving you for months, I’m not about to stop because now you can say it too. Like I said before, I want to love you for so long that time itself loses meaning.” One of the werewolf’s grave-dirt grimed hands raised to hold Wednesday’s as Enid leaned in to kiss those fingertips.
The touch of those lips was sudden fire to Wednesday, and she wanted to burn. Here was a volcano she would be thrilled to throw herself into, and this was the moment for it.
A short step forward, lightly trapping their joined hands between them. Wednesday tilted her head up and stretched ever so slightly to press her lips ever so lightly against that inferno.
A faint sound of jeers and cheers or congratulations managed to work into her ears, but they were insignificant in comparison to the delightful torture she was experiencing, burning alive. Burning without oxygen as Enid devoured her breath. Burning from her lips and her chest. Her brain threw delightful chemicals around as her cool lips moved against Enid’s soft and hot and pliant and wonderful lips that tasted like cherry and the sun, ambrosia stolen from Olympus and gifted through the grace of her werewolf’s love.
That taste, so glorious, so much so that her mouth wanted more, and wanted more and wanted more and needed it all and her tongue flicked bravely against Enid’s burning lips to savor them directly, causing the taller girl to moan and soften against her.
Wednesday’s arms slipped around the taller girl, releasing that hand so it might help clasp their bodies together, and it did. One of Enid’s hands on the small of Wednesday’s back, the other delightfully touching the back of her neck, skin on skin, like their lips. The tiniest of nibbles from Enid against Wednesday’s bottom lip was enough to make the raven moan, wanting to drown ever more in these kisses.
The sounds from the room had faded, but Wednesday hadn’t consciously noticed until the large clock started to strike midnight.
Not wanting to release Enid’s lips, but not wanting to miss the moment, Wednesday leaned back slightly and whispered. “Welcome to the Addams Family, Enid Addams.” Looking into those blue eyes she could see flashes of understanding, joy and desire.
And then Enid began to shake in Wednesday’s arms, quivering as if she had been plunged into ice cold water and the blue of her eyes was momentarily overwhelmed with green and gold faerie fire. It took almost a minute for the quaking to slow, and a little longer before those blue eyes cleared, now displaying far more desire and hunger than other emotions.
“The curse, my love?” Wednesday verified.
“Yeah, and you didn’t touch me for fifteen minutes with that inside of you, and me standing in your reach?”
Mmmm, Wednesday hummed and rubbed her forehead against Enid’s jaw.
“I certainly wasn’t expecting it, mi amor [my love].” Enid admitted.
“Really? I was counting on it.” And Wednesday matched her lips once again with those of her mate.