A soft smile graces Wednesday's lips as Enid snores rather cutely, face pressed against the laminated pages of her copy of Matthew's Hunter Handbook.
Getting up from her seat Wednesday moves to Enid's side and gently picks the girl up and carries her to the couch and lays her down with well practiced movements, reaching out Wednesday brushes a few strands of hair away from Enid's mouth and nose, which makes the girl's nose twitch cutely.
'Her hair is starting to get a little bit longer than how she likes it…' Wednesday hums thoughtfully in her mind, careful not to wake up her best friend with her enhanced senses.
But Wednesday's own ears twitch at the sound of a vehicle pulling into the driveway, the light of a vehicles headlight wash the living room with bright white light, which makes Enid jump from the couch, land in a crouch, her claws digging into the floor as the shift starts to take over.
But almost just as quickly as she reacts on instinct her body relaxes as she scents the air, before a confused frown appears on her face and she bolts to the door nearly ripping it from it's hinges, and runs out into the night.
Wednesday starts to pursue, "YOU'RE COVERED IN BLOOD ARE YOU HURT?!" Wednesday freezes at the question shouted by Enid, as a vision hits her, Matthew, Enid, herself and a group of people she's never met numbering in the hundred drenched and dripping blood into an ocean of blood, various monster like appearances float up to the surface of the blood ocean, while black almost smoke like entities swim within it.
"YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD CHANGE MY WORLD, AND I WOULDN'T NOTICE?!" A figure wreathed in light but hidden by shadows questions enraged before a bright searing light forces Wednesday out of her vision and she feels herself falling backwards but her back doesn't hit the floor, strong arms catch her and she stares up into those beautiful eyes…that show her the sun and the void at the same time, her heart starts to race, her palms grow sweaty, her loins start throbbing.
"Are you alright Wednesday?" The concern is thick in Matthew's voice, and Wednesday's eyes are drawn to the blood staining his face, then to the shredded remains of his dark gray hooded sweatshirt that is also soaked in drying blood, his chest covered on scabbed over but deep scratches.
Wednesday's heart aches, she normally likes seeing blood and injuries…it is one of her favorite hobbies to inflict injuries and draw blood…or at least it was before she met Enid and now seeing Mason's injured state, she finds she doesn't like seeing Matthew injured and bleeding either, on further inspection she notices Matthew has an air of someone that has been defeated…by themselves.
Wednesday reaches up with an uncertain hand and cups Matthew's cheek; his eyes fall closed as he presses his face against her hand, and lifts her up fully into his arms; her legs wrap around his waist, while her left arm falls across his strong muscular shoulders.
"Zoey is dead…I didn't get to her in time…I-I wanted to revolutionize hunting, I wanted to make Hunters safer…make this country safer, but if I can't even look out for my friends how can I do anything about anyone else." What has Matthew looking so defeated bursts out of him and Wednesday finds herself stroking his head, and humming the lullaby her mother used to hum to her when she felt scared and uncertain as a child, and it seems to have the same effect on Matthew as it used to on her.
Which makes Wednesday smile in her heart, 'There is a chance that being like my mother is not as bad as I have always feared it to be…' Wednesday experiences a shiver at that thought but then looks into Matthew warm golden eyes before staring into his pupils that feel like an endless all consuming black void.
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The depths to Wednesday's character as a person continue to surprise me, as I hold her in my arms and against my body, the feelings of comfort, home and safety that she and just Enid's presence brings me makes me feel like things might just turn out for the better as long as they're by my side.
"Hey no fair, I want some hugging and too cuddles with you staring lovingly into my eyes!" Enid playfully and exaggeratedly calls up pulling Wednesday and I out of our staring contest.
Both Wednesday and I slowly turn our heads to look at the smiling blonde, who suddenly blushes furiously and pretends to cough awkwardly.
"Uhh…I think I forgot to do something." Enid mumbles and starts to very quickly make her way upstairs.
Wednesday and I turn back to face one another, "What was that about?" I ask Wednesday who looks down at my lips and leans in and kisses me, instead of answering my question.
Wednesday pushes her tongue into my mouth, then pulls away a trail of saliva stretching between us, "Let's go clean your wounds…unless you would prefer to use your potions on yourself." Wednesday murmurs softly and I debate being tended to by Wednesday or taking a magical potion and of course I choose my sexy goth Loli, and carry her upstairs to the bathroom.
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'I couldn't help it…not after smelling Wednesday's and Matthews' arousal and desire for each other.' Enid can't help but think as she dives onto the bed, and starts touching herself, the look in Wednesday's eyes had said it all…it was the equivalent of a sock on the door.
"I'm so happy for her…for us…I thought we'd both wind up living together as old spinsters." Enid mumbles as she pictures herself an old wrinkly but no less adorable old woman pinning over never forming a pack after mother excommunicated her from the family, and Wednesday would stop at nothing to escape becoming Morticia…choosing to live alone than try to find happiness with a man or even another woman.
The shower on the other side of the bedroom turns on and then Wednesday's soft uncertain moans begin filling her ears along with the powerful many sounds Matthew makes deep in his chest and the slapping of their wet bodies colliding against each other.
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