Never Again ➳ wenclair

three.

Enid's elongated claws tore through the fabric of Wednesday's shirt, sinking into the pale flesh of her shoulders. 

Wednesday was too occupied to pay mind to the stinging pain — her tongue on the blade of Enid's collarbone, tracing the defined structure with sloppy kisses, earning herself muffled moans from Enid. Whimpers, desperate sobs to encourage Wednesday as she worked her hands down Enid's slim sides, clutching on the dip of her waist. Her thigh was pressed in between Enid's legs, and the latter's desperate attempts to grind against her were greatly restricted with the stern grasp, and Enid's own helplessness fogged her head with arousal. 

"Please," Enid managed a whimper through bruised lips, her claws grating against her roommate's skin. 

"Fuck," Wednesday hissed, a hand instinctively whipping to grip her forearm. "Too much." 

"I'm sorry," another whine, and when Wednesday's grip loosened, she flared her arms over her roommate's back: merely scraping the cold skin of Wednesday's back as she clutched her closer. "I just want more." 

The blood that bubbled up the claw gaps of Wednesday's shoulders froze with the chilled air, the crisp breeze against the open wounds shot a stinging sensation Wednesday channeled into desire as she smashed her lips against Enid's, muffling the latter's pleading in their sloppy kiss. 

The collars of Enid's shirt had cascaded down her shoulders, exposing much of her body for Wednesday to decorate with violet marks and the girl's hands now roamed the heating skin of Enid's. Her chest heaved with pants and with each inch Wednesday's cold hands explored, Enid's moans and whimpers became increasingly desperate. 

With her newfound mobility, Enid rolled her hips to grind against Wednesday's thigh: still crammed in between her legs to keep her in place — pressed against the doorframe.

With the friction building in the pits of her stomach, Enid mewled against Wednesday's lips — her claws subconsciously digging into her roommate's back, earning herself a hiss in response from the otherwise contained Wednesday. 

Enid couldn't think, her mind wholly fogged with the scent of her roommate, her arousal, especially, as she rode Wednesday's thigh in a frenzied haze. Her claws dug deeper inside Wednesday's skin, the blood that seeped through resembled the roll of her tongue before she parted from their rough kiss. 

Wednesday brought a hand to cup Enid's chin, her thumb brushed against the red of Enid's lips. A satisfied smirk played on her lips as she watched the wolf's desperate attempts to gather friction, rolling and grinding against her thigh. "Such a desperate one, aren't you?" 

Enid nodded — completely lacking shame despite her entire face being colored with crimson. "Need to," she gasped out, breathes coming out in quivers and puffs. "Feel you." 

"Oh, mia sole," Wednesday hummed, lips brushing against Enid's agape ones. "I'll be the one to satisfy you." 

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By the time Enid's frantic moans reduced to quivering whimpers, they had migrated to Wednesday's bed. The soft mattress dipped under Enid's weight as she lay limp, and Wednesday rested on top of her. The room was void of all but their attempts to breathe again. 

Wednesday's weight on top of Enid proved surprisingly light, and she found it easier to breathe with her roommate's scent entering her airway and making home inside the buzz of her fogged head. Wednesday's breaths left her in deep, slow whiffs, and drifted against Enid's skin. At this, she nuzzled deeper against the crook of Enid's neck.