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They had won.
Wednesday had uncovered Thornhill... Lauren's plan, had foiled Joseph Crackstone, exposed Tyler as the Hyde, and thanks to Enid he had been defeated too, and yet...
Enid was avoiding her.
Maybe such a thing should be in the bottom of Wednesday's worries. Or maybe it should have been something unworthy of a single thought. Then again, with Enid nothing was so easy to ignore.
But they had hugged.
They had shared a type of intimacy Wednesday only reserved for her family members - at times. Enid had looked at her with those soft eyes, still covered in blood from saving her life from Tyler, so relieved to see Wednesday that... She had cracked. She had given the werewolf what she wanted as a thank you, and...
It had felt wonderful.
Enid still smelled like sweat and blood mixed with her usual perfume, the inviting scent drawing her in. She was warm, her body temperature high in a way Wednesday would have never thought possible. It felt addictive, like being burned alive at the stake, especially with how tightly the girl hugged her.
Breathless, with the fire coming from Enid's body and spreading through her own, blood still spilled over both of them...
Wednesday found herself wishing the hug wouldn't end.
Found herself wondering why had she denied it to Enid for so long.
When they had separated and filled everyone in on what exactly had happened, although Enid had remained glued to her side, Wednesday found herself wishing that the blonde would hug her again. Found herself missing the contact desperately, like a torturer that's briefly given electric weapons and then forced to make do only with plain knives again.
What was she supposed to do about the burning feeling where Enid's hands had held her?
Then they had headed back to their dorms, and once Enid hurriedly made a beeline to the bathroom to clean herself, Wednesday found herself missing her terribly. The feeling did not go away, even when the werewolf came back out, fresh from the shower, and crashed on her colorful bed, fast asleep.
Which was illogical, considering Enid was right there. Annoyingly grinding her teeth and growling, tossing and turning like always.
Still, a part of Wednesday, one that burned exactly on the places where her body and Enid's had connected - her neck, chest, down to her stomach, and even her back where she had felt those strong hands... Missed her.
It missed Enid as if the girl herself was now a ghost limb. Wednesday could still feel her, but she wasn't there and this contradiction made her crazy.
The feeling did not go away.
Unfortunately for Wednesday, for the next couple of days, Enid did.
Usually Wednesday would appreciate it, would enjoy her solitude, would even find amusement in having scared off her sunny roommate.
But since the hug, since the ghost feeling that would not go away, the fire that remained burning, she found herself wondering the reason for the sudden avoidance...
Wondering why Enid hadn't tried to touch her again.
Surely after being denied physical touch for so long, the werewolf would want to enjoy the pass Wednesday had given her. At the very least she should have tried it once more, test if their boundaries remained the same.
Enid constantly tried to hug her despite her rejections, and now that Wednesday had allowed it she hadn't tried again?
Not only that, but to actively avoid her...
She frowned, watching as Enid once again muttered an excuse and hurriedly left the room as soon as the young Addams had entered it. It had been the fourth time in two days that the girl would flee as soon as she caught a glimpse of Wednesday. The rest of the time she was simply nowhere to be found.
Had Wednesday somehow done it incorrectly?
Was there some crucial step of hugging that even with years of being forced to watch her parents being disgustingly clingy had eluded her?
Had there been a misstep, a grave error in her part, which was the reason for the avoidance?
Gritting her teeth, Wednesday dragged her feet to Enid's side of the room and sat down on the colorful bed, frustrated. The ghost feeling had shifted, turning into a dark, all consuming pit that was suffocating her the longer she remained separated from Enid.
Her head felt light, and without thinking, Wednesday let her body fall on the soft mattress. Burying her head on the blonde's pillow, she took a deep breath, taking in her scent.
It helped.
The fogginess that had taken over her brain cleared a little, and the fire that had been burning ever since their hug ended finally dimmed down. With a clearer head, the young Addams felt the overwhelming sensation of loss mix with two new sensations: despair and fear. She could feel her entire face burn in shame.
What was she doing?
She had been so desperate for Enid's touch, for Enid that she had done the unthinkable and buried herself in the girl's bed.
She had been so desperate to quell her yearning that she hadn't stopped to ask herself the most important question of all: what was the reason behind the longing in the first place?
This desperation wasn't the feeling of being denied the use of a weapon, this wasn't the ghost feeling of the loss a limb, this wasn't even the feeling of being burned at the stake, Wednesday realized.
This was being chained to the ground and watching as fire engulfs the room, knowing you have no way out.
Wednesday felt like a broken hearted widow, sleeping on top of her lost lover's grave.
Enid wasn't her lover, yet this was the unmistakable heartbreak every Addams feared.
This was the heartache over the separation from their soulmate.
The fire was out of control again.
Only the "fire" hadn't been the ravaging fire that normal people would likely describe as the fire of passion. No, this fire was something paralyzing, like the fire of a bomb that had sucked up the oxygen and left Wednesday unable to move.
She had been careful, and she had so pointedly cursed and rejected this side of her family. She had felt relief and pride when her feelings for Tyler and Xavier failed to distract her, failed to take over her mind like it did with her parents...
Now, laying at her roommate's bed, fingers gripping tightly the colorful sheets, it finally hit her what she had unknowingly let brew for weeks under her very nose. Something which bore all the symptoms of what she should've recognized a lot sooner.
Her softness for Enid from the very start, her willingness to let the blonde get away with things she never would have let anyone else get away with, the void that kept growing and growing ever since she had tasted her touch and then been deprived of it.
The hug.
Wednesday had let her guard down. Or maybe her parents had been right all along, this wasn't something one could arm themselves against. Wasn't something that even with her keen senses and sharp mind she could have avoided or prepared for.
She had fallen head over heels for her sunny werewolf, and now that her body, her soul, had recognized Enid as part of her...
Enid had stirred something in her she never knew existed, and she couldn't go back to life without it.
It wasn't a hug what Wednesday really wanted, nor just to be around the blonde again, but to be with Enid. She wanted Enid's strong hands on her back again, wanted to bury her face on the girl's neck. She wanted Enid to do more, to touch her more. To ask for permission, and realize Wednesday didn't have it in her to say "no" anymore.
She wanted for Enid to never leave her side again.
Lovesick, what a joke.
Pushing herself back up halfway, Wednesday scowled at herself. She sounded and felt as pathetic as her father.
What she needed was to pull herself together and push those feelings back down, damned her Addams blood. She needed to get up, go back to her own side and not cross the line ever again. She could learn to live with her longing. To want someone so deeply and live despite feeling their absence so fiercely could be a kind of torture she would proudly speak of.
Her pride crumbled as the seconds continued to pass and Wednesday found herself unable to get up, her body not obeying.
The traitorous part of her pulled her back down, pushing her further, feeding her yearning, whispering in her ear, and Wednesday couldn't help but to get under the covers.
What if she couldn't live with it?
What if she didn't want to?
So what if she too had fallen victim to the old Addams curse?
It was no match for any of her ancestors, so why would Wednesday be immune to it?
Why should she be ashamed of it?
As soon as the thought crossed her mind, it buried itself in her brain. Its dark tendrils choking out any intelligent or sane part of her that could have formed any resistance.
Her body slackened further, "Enid," she whispered to the empty room.
Before she could react, the door swung open, and Enid's voice came, cutting through the haze that was Wednesday's mind.
"... What are you doing in my bed?"