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“If you’re here just to stare I'm going to throw you out of the window,” Wednesday’s impatience made itself known once again.
She received an appraising look.
“Go on, I'll just watch how you entertain yourself.”
Wednesday flinched but didn't talk back.
“Now we're talking,” Enid teased, with a sweet smile.
Wednesday closed her eyes leaning for a kiss she desperately wanted. She fisted the silk at Enid’s back, meeting a hot mouth with no resistance. A stray thought flickered through her mind — they should balance the scales and get rid of the purple disaster Enid's still wearing.
The feel of warm hands on her bare skin drew a fragile sound from her throat, and she fought the instinct to ask for more. She needed Enid’s touch. She had long ago ceased pretending otherwise.
“Enid,” She manages to say between the wet sounds of their lips, tugging at the puffed sleeve of her dress. “Take it off.”
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Enid and Wednesday ran away mid party in Addams' Manor and found a far more interesting way to spend the night.
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- Part 6 of Wenclair 'lovey-dowey' edition
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Enid had shifted in her sleep, now sprawled diagonally across the bed in blatant violation of any spatial agreement they had ever established. One leg was kicked free of the blankets, bare skin flushed and warm, toes twitching slightly.
“Querida,” she called softly, sitting down again and nudging Enid’s knee.
No response.
She tried again, this time brushing her fingers along Enid’s calf, cool against her skin. Enid hummed, brows drawing together in mild displeasure.
Wednesday sighed.
“Food is waiting, Enid.”
Enid cracked one eye open, then the other, focusing on Wednesday’s face. Her mouth curled into a sleepy smile.
“Hi, beautiful woman,” she whispered, seeing her girlfriend glancing away. Clearly enjoying the compliment.
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Wednesday simply being lovely girlfriend, making Enid's life better.
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- Part 4 of Wenclair 'lovey-dowey' edition
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The first thing her hazy mind registered was the hard wood beneath her head and the almost weightless touch at her shoulder.
She opened her eyes wide, tension still clung to her body, the remnants of a dream that hadn’t quite let go.
“Are you finally with me, my dear?”
The same voice again, Wednesday realized, but she was able to recognize it this time and absently connected it to the touch.
“Mother?” She asked, without looking.
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Wednesday exhausts herself searching for a way to return Enid to her human form.
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- Part 3 of Wenclair 'lovey-dowey' edition
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Pubert’s words hung in the room like a fragile glass figurine threatening to shatter under their own weight. Wednesday blinked once, then twice, her steel-cold mask cracking just enough for the tiniest glimmer of recognition. She tilted her head, scrutinizing him in a way that made Pubert squirm under her gaze.
Enid nodded at her, knowing what was probably going on in her head.
“You…miss me,” Wednesday said simply, her voice flat but not unkind. “Is that what you’re attempting to articulate?”
He looked at Enid, unsure whether his words might upset her. He doesn’t want to upset her.
“I know you both miss each other like Mum and Dad do when they cannot spend time together,” he twisted his face. “And also eat each other like Mum and Dad.”
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About brothers, sisters, insufferable lovers and dates at Addams manor.
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- Part 1 of Wenclair 'lovey-dowey' edition
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A ‘how-to’ for not waking your exhausted ant-sized weapon of a friend. For the good of your own life, of course.
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Enid making sure her sleepless girlfriend gets some rest.
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- Part 2 of Wenclair 'lovey-dowey' edition
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