Hey there Stream, it's me.... ya girl. (Buzzfeed unsolved ref)
I'm coming with the idea (yours actually lmao but it's neat) of hickeys. A t&t wenclair, before a potential sexual debacle, where after a kinda hard day for Enid, she sees interested people being around Wednesday and clearly those people don't know what they're doing. So Enid tries to make the idea that Wednesday is taken clear, by leaving hickeys.
(I really like the sentence how she wants her love to be a den and not a cage that you said in the sex prompt for this au. You think you could put it in her demeanor ? Totally cool if you don't)
Hello lost! It isn't hickies but it's pretty close right?
Tags: surprisingly soft shit for such a violent au. Not alot of spice like I originally thought. Enid seeking reassurance and Wednesday being the more emotionally in tuned one (surprisingly)
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"you wouldn't leave, right?" Enid asks from her side of the room.
Wednesday pauses in her writing because with relationships come the realization that somethings are simply more important than Viper at times.
At times being a keyword because usually she wouldn't need to give a glance but Enid sounded.. Off and that was a sign that something was wrong if what her books said was right.
Enid is special, it's only right that Wednesday gives her attention whenever she wishes for it.
Wednesday turns her head to to meet the blank stare of her paramour. She looked unbothered, as if asking about the weather but Wednesday can see the tiny bit of a fang peaking out from those lips. Enid was stressed about something, enough to want to wrap her Jaws around it.
It's not the first time but it has been happening alot recently.
What brought this on?
Wednesday didn't need to think twice to know her eyes turned a lil bit more expressive as something akin to worry is flickers onto her face.
"id need to leave this room eventually," she says.
Those lips of enid's upturn at her answer and it has Wednesday's heart beating in turn.
Gorgeous.
"you know what I mean, Wednesday," Enid repeats, rolling her eyes as she sits up on the edge of her bed. The fang was still there and her nails flexed as they tapped against the muted colored covers. Then, the wolf tilts her head to bare a smile that makes Wednesday's hairs rise. It's a feeling akin to an electric shock, it's lovely.
"Then again," she muses, pushing herself off to stand up. "you wouldn't dare do that would you?"
Leave? I could never, runs through Wednesday's mind. For where else could I go but into your arms?
"I dare to do many things," is what leaves Wednesday's lips and she fully turns in her seat to face her lover. It's a tease, a taunt and Enid responds in kind with a laugh.
She strides closer, slipping a hand to cradle the back of Wednesday's chair as she loomed over. It's dangerous for Enid to be in her space, simply because wednesday can count every lash in those eyes and thinks of all the ways those lips would feel against hers.
Wednesday already knows it would be soft yet those teeth wouldn't be afraid to nip and bite, just the way she likes it.
"you're cute, 'day," Enid says and Wednesday's couldn't stop the way her face turns affronted at that. Because pardon her slang because cute? Is simply not a word one uses to describe her.
"I think you're mistaken," Wednesday dryly replies, shifting in her seat to cross her arms. "and simply incorrect too."
Enid tilts her head, eyeing her with a lazy smile on her face. Gone was the fang and something akin to a spark of pleased burns in Wednesday's gut.
"I think I'm right," Enid smartly rebukes as she leant on the chair and with it comes the smell of burnt vanilla.
Wednesday was going to say something before a hand ghosts over the back of her neck and the girl became rather aware of how close the two were. So close that they could nearly share the same breath if she brought Enid in by the collar.
Close enough to kiss, if she willed it so.
"I think you're wrong," Wednesday mumbles as heat warms at her neck, already leaning onto the hand near it.
Enid smiles and its one that takes her breath away.
Oh wait no, this one felt a little too literal and Wednesday swallowed, feeling the way her throat bobbed against the wolf's thumb. A slow unsheathing of a claw reaches ears and Wednesday doesn't need a mirror to know the blood has reached her face when that lovely weapon of enid's presses onto her skin.
"I think I'm right," Enid repeats and she tilts her head, her lips pulling back into a smile as she eyes the lady sitting. "don't you think so Wednesday?"
Wednesday breathes through her nose, trying to think this carefully. Before taking that rationality and tossing it out the window by arching her brow.
"i think you'd need to convince me," Wednesday says and her breath hitches when that grip tightens, that lovely claw teasingly scratching against her skin.
The look on Enid's face darkens and Wednesday shivers when her hand lightens to brush a finger on her cheek instead.
"I can do that."
The next day, Wednesday earned odd stares as she loosened her tie. Around her neck littered bruises but not the usual kind like most expect. It wasn't lil hickies that come with someone suckling, instead it was long, like someone wrapped their fingers around that throat and squeezed.
It looked like Wednesday had gotten choked out.
They wouldn't be wrong.
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