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Wednesday was struggling.
She wasn’t too proud to admit that.
Since the first moment she had met Enid Sinclair everything had been constantly changing around her in the most unexpected ways.
Wednesday had been certain she would never fall in love. Had never even felt the whisperings of a crush until her roommate had barrelled into her life with the subtlety of a wrecking ball.
She had been content to simmer in her feelings, never attempting to resolve them and allowing the delicious pain to trample her heart and mind.
But then Enid had transformed to save her life.
Then she had allowed herself to feel Enid’s body pressed intimately against hers.
And then she had suffered through an entire summer of missing the girl in the most acutely painful way possible.
Wednesday Addams was not a fool.
She knew what this was.
She just wasn’t sure what she could do about it.
Seeing Enid again after the summer break settled her heart and she found herself whispering, “Enfin mon cœur connaît la paix.” (Finally, my heart knows peace).
She wasn’t sure why she said it in French. She was more inclined to speak in Spanish when she didn’t think anybody was listening but French seemed to fit the situation better.
“What was that?” Enid asked from across the room.
“Nothing.” Wednesday dismissed immediately but didn’t look away from Enid unpacking, drinking in the sight of the woman she loved for the first time in months.
When Enid had finished, she bounced to the door with a, “Later Wends,” and without thinking Wednesday replied, “Tu prends mon cœur avec toi.” (You take my heart with you).
Enid looked at her strangely for a few seconds as if trying to understand the words.
“See you later Enid.” Wednesday prompted the girl to leave and Enid took the hint and disappeared.
Wednesday knew she was walking a slippery slope.
She shouldn’t be saying these things to Enid, even if they were in a language she wouldn’t understand, because eventually it would tempt her into saying these things in English and then where would they be? Enid showed no signs of romantic interest that Wednesday could understand.
But still, Wednesday found a sweet release in speaking her true feelings to Enid’s face.
So she carried on doing it.
Enid did not seem to want to make things easier on Wednesday.
The summer had been kind to the girl, the transformation into a werewolf and subsequent fitness regime had formed new muscles on Enid that Wednesday had a hard time looking away from.
As Enid returned from a run one evening, sweaty and clad only in a sports bra and running shorts, Wednesday couldn’t help herself from saying, “mon dieu ce corps.” (My God that body) as she watched Enid grab her towel.
“Did you say something?” Enid asked, taking an earbud out of her ear, the obnoxious sounds of k-pop blaring from the tiny piece of technology.
“I said nothing.” Wednesday lied smoothly, pretending to return to her writing but turning over the image of Enid’s shiny abs over in her mind.
When Enid returned from the shower in a tank top, her toned biceps on display, Wednesday nearly groaned aloud. Then she did something particularly ill advised.
She pretended to pick up a pen to write in her notebook and instead allowed it slip violently through her fingers to roll under her bed.
Wednesday made a show of walking over to her bed and attempting to retrieve it.
“Enid, would you be so kind as to help me?” Wednesday asked.
Enid immediately jumped up from the bed, eager to please and Wednesday was tempted to reward the girl for her obedience.
“My pen has rolled under the bed. Could you lift the bed for me?” Wednesday asked, attempting to seem bored with the situation.
“Sure thing.” Enid replied, gripping the edge of the frame with one hand and easily lifting one side of the bed a few feet off the floor.
Wednesday watched the muscles in her arm bulge at the action and almost forgot she was supposed to be retrieving the pen.
She ducked down and scooped it up quickly so she had time to watch Enid gently lower the bed once more. She wondered what it would feel like to have Enid pick her up with such ease.
“Ce que je donnerais pour être enveloppé dans ces bras musclés.” (What I would give to be wrapped in those muscular arms). Wednesday murmured out, looking more at Enid’s body than her face.
“What?” Enid gawped, mouth opening and closing. Wednesday almost panicked and believed that Enid had understood her but that was impossible.
“Nothing, it means you are a good friend.” Wednesday lied once more.
Enid gulped and nodded, accepting the lie. She hesitated only a moment before walking back to her bed.
XXXXX
The next time, Wednesday felt inclined to admit her feelings for Enid in French was the following day as they sat in the quad for lunch.
Wednesday wasn’t too keen on the development of eating lunch with their friends, she far preferred the silence of the library to eat, but being able to sit next to Enid and feel Enid’s warmth seeping into her side was a suitable reward for dealing with the inane chatter of her peers.
Today, the Nevermore students were especially animated due to the fair returning to Jericho that evening and Wednesday was struggling to deal with the elevated noise.
Without comment, Enid slid her earbuds across the table to Wednesday, earbuds she knew to be noise cancelling and then turned her back towards Wednesday to block the girl from most of the rest of the table.
Wednesday felt herself melt at the actions and said quietly, “Tu es mon partenaire idéal.” (You are my perfect match).
The muscles in Enid’s back tensed ever so slightly, to what provocation, Wednesday did not know as she slipped the earbuds in and revelled in the muted noises.
She was tempted to touch Enid’s back, to feel her muscles ease beneath her touch but thought better of the action as Enid relaxed.
As the bell rang, signalling their afternoon classes were about to begin, Wednesday returned the earbuds and Enid stopped her from leaving with a gentle hand.
“Did you hear that the fair is going on in Jericho tonight?” Enid asked.
“I did.” Wednesday replied slowly, unsure as to where this was going.
“Did you maybe wanna go? With me?” Enid asked hopefully.
Wednesday froze, unsure what to make of the offer. Was she so wrapped up in her feelings for Enid that she was projecting it onto the innocent things the girl would say to her?
She took so long thinking that Enid carried on, “Or with everyone, if you want. All of our friends you know, together.” She rambled awkwardly.
“Je te suivrais jusqu'au bout du monde ma chérie.” (I would follow you to the ends of the Earth my darling).
“Wednesday?” Enid questioned.
“It means I will come if you are present.” Wednesday explained.
Enid looked like she wanted to say something more but then the late bell rang, signalling they were both already late for class and they were forced to part.
XXXXX
“Do you think this is a date?” Thing signed out as Wednesday prepared for the evening’s activities.
“I do not. I don’t believe Enid is interested in me that way.” Wednesday said with no emotion in her tone although the words hurt to say.
“Don’t you think…” Thing was forced to cut himself off as the door swung open and Enid pushed into the room with the energy of a whirlwind.
“I’m so late, sorry Wends, practice ran over and then only one shower was working.” Enid huffed. Wednesday didn’t bother to ask which of her many clubs had caused this because Enid was now removing her shirt in order to quickly change.
Wednesday meant to look away. Thing tugged on her sleeve, attempting to draw her eyes away from the smooth skin and tensing muscles she wasn’t supposed to be enjoying the sight of.
“Vous devez avoir été créé par les dieux eux-mêmes.” (You must have been crafted by the gods themselves). She spoke in a gravelly voice to Enid’s back.
Enid turned to look at her thoughtfully.
“Wednesday, can I ask you a question?” Enid asked, not bothering to put a shirt on and walking closer to Wednesday in just her bra.
Wednesday gulped and nodded, not trusting her voice.
“Why do you keep talking to me in French?” Enid asked.
“I’m just…” Wednesday was forced to clear her throat and stand so that her eyes were no longer on the same level as Enid’s abs. “...I’m just practising my language skills.”
“Right.” Enid hesitated then asked, “So you’re just saying nonsense?”
The easiest answer would have been to say yes but Wednesday found it hard to say that the most truthful words she had ever spoken to Enid were lies.
“I speak my feelings.” Wednesday admitted.
Enid was silent as she processed that and then she asked in perfect French, “Est-ce vraiment ce que tu ressens?” (Is that how you really feel?).
Wednesday’s eyes widened in panic as realisation crashed down on her.
“You speak French?” Wednesday stated, thinking back over everything she’d said to Enid over the past two days. She’d practically given her whole heart away in those sentences.
“Yeah.” Enid nodded.
“And you understood everything I’ve been saying?” Wednesday asked somewhat pointlessly.
“I have.” Enid agreed again, watching Wednesday closely.
“Well then, I suppose it’s not too early in the semester for you to request a change of roommate if this makes you uncomfortable.” Wednesday said, the thought alone tearing her heart in two.
“Je ne vais nulle part, tu me plais aussi.” (I'm not going anywhere, I like you too). Enid replied, with a hopeful smile.
“You do?” Wednesday said, not quite believing it.
“I do, I thought I was being kind of obvious about it and that you just weren’t into me.” Enid admitting, drifting closer
“You showed no signs of attraction towards me.” Wednesday said with some surety.
Enid looked shocked and huffed out a laugh, “I literally tried to ask you out at lunch.”
Wednesday ignored Thing who vigorously signed, “Told you so.”
Instead she replied, “I believe you successfully asked me out at lunch.”
“Yeah?” Enid asked with a grin. “I kind of took your answer as a soft no.”
Wednesday wasn’t sure what a soft no was but no had definitely not been her thought.
“I had very much hoped you were suggesting a date but thought I was projecting my feelings onto an innocent friendship request.” Wednesday explained.
“It was not a friendship request so let me make things clear.” Enid straightened, a sign of the seriousness with which she intended to make her request.
“Wednesday, would you like to go out on a date with me tonight?” Enid said a light grin forming as she already knew the answer would be positive.
“I would. Tonight and any night you might ask.”
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~Three months later~
Things had been progressing with Enid reasonably well until the abominable winter break had disrupted them.
Enid had gone back to San Francisco for Christmas and her parents had requested her presence in New Jersey.
That meant a total of 14 days that Wednesday would be without her beloved. 14 days without warm arms wrapped around her and soft lips pressed against her own. 14 days without the sound of Enid’s voice or the feel of her hand in hers as they walked together. 14 days without sharing a bed with the woman she loved.
This was the longest that they had been apart since they had started dating and it had seemed like an insurmountable challenge.
But the separation was now over.
Wednesday was on her way back to Nevermore, driven only by Lurch, and struggling to remain still as she fought back the anxious energy that had her wanting to run the remaining distance to Enid.
There was no longer any doubt in her mind that she was affected by the Addams curse but with every passing day she grew less and less concerned as her bond with Enid strengthened.
But what had happened over the Winter break?
Would Enid’s feelings have weakened or changed with the distance?
She really wished she had taken Enid’s suggestion of purchasing a cell phone to maintain contact.
It would be the first thing she would do on her next trip into Jericho. The second thing would be to give Enid, and only Enid, the number.
Thankfully Enid was already waiting in their room when Wednesday arrived, making no pretence of doing anything other than waiting for her girlfriend to return.
They met in the middle of the room, Wednesday slamming into Enid, who had paused to brace to catch her.
Their lips met, Enid trying to be gentle and Wednesday pushing harder.
“Did you miss me?” Enid asked with a chuckle when they paused for breath.
“Like the sun misses the clouds when they part”.
Enid thought that one over for a second then replied, “I missed you too.”
Unfortunately, time was not on their side as they had classes to attend.
Wednesday briefly considered skipping in order to stay in the dorm with Enid and make love until they passed out from exhaustion. But before she could voice the idea, Enid was already leading them out of the room and towards their first class.
It was pleasant torture to be so close to Enid and yet so utterly unable to act on her desires.
To worsen Wednesday’s situation, Enid kept brushing their legs together under the table and had an arm around the back of Wednesday’s chair.
Thankfully, Wednesday was left reasonably undisturbed to suffer as Enid caught up with Yoko after the break.
The class started and Yoko took the seat on the other side of Enid and the dull droning of the teacher washed over them.
And Wednesday had an idea.
It seemed unfair that she should suffer alone.
So she leaned towards Enid and without making contact whispered, “Quand on sera de retour dans la chambre, je vais te lécher partout.” (When we get back to the room, I'm going to run my tongue all over you).
Enid’s face flushed red as the quiet words hit her ear and she muttered out, “Wednesday.” As a weak warning.
“J'ai attendu 14 jours pour t'avoir, je suis déjà toute mouillée rien qu'à l'idée.” (I have waited 14 days to have you, I’m already wet at the thought). Wednesday said, low and needy and sure that nobody could hear them.
Enid gulped and took a deep breath, trying to control herself as she replied, “Que veux-tu que je te fasse, quand nous serons seuls?” (What do you want me to do to you, when we're alone?)
Enid dropped a gentle hand onto Wednesday’s knee, innocent if any were to look, but it felt entirely inappropriate to Wednesday.
Too much and completely not enough at the same time.
“Je prendrais cette main et la tirerais jusqu'à mon...!” (I would take that hand and drag it up to my…)
Before Wednesday could finish that thought, Yoko leaned over, her head next to Enid but glaring at Wednesday as she interrupted, “Could you guys stop?”
“Oh fuck.” Enid cursed as realisation spread across her face.
Wednesday was confused, even if Yoko’s super hearing had kicked in, she shouldn’t have been able to understand them.
Yoko's angry voice cut into her thoughts as she said, “Beaucoup de gens parlent français, Wednesday.” (Lots of people speak French, Wednesday).