Wenclair One-Shots

Aftermath (Part 3/3)

For Enid, cleaning the blood from Wednesday's face turns out to be quite a challenge. It's not too much work. To be fair, while she'd been victim to the claws and brutal violence of Tyler in his beast form, Wednesday had a considerably lesser amount of blood and grime on her face, so it shouldn't have taken too long, especially considering that, unlike Enid, who fidgeted against the wet cloth like her life depended on it, Wednesday stands still and accepts her fate without putting up a fight again. However, that doesn't mean that Enid doesn't waste a good chunk of time just admiring Wednesday's beauty, getting lost counting her freckles, losing her train of thought as her fingers trailed over Wednesday's sharp jawline, forgetting how to breathe while staring at Wednesday's mighty brown eyes. Plus, there's the fact that she has to make a conscious effort to keep her hand from shaking too badly. How couldn't she be nervous, Enid wonders. She's sitting in the Wednesday Addams bed, she just kissed Wednesday, and now she gets to be the one person tenderly wiping the blood away from Wednesday's beautiful and perfect face. Up until that night, Enid didn't think she'd be strong enough to do that. But if she has wolfed out for Wednesday, she can totally do this.

"How can  you stand so perfectly still for so long?" Enid wonders as she finishes cleaning the blood from Wednesday's temple. Then she shudders and adds, "This must be what it feels like to clean a dead body for a funeral."

"Thank you," Wednesday immediately replies.

That makes Enid chuckle. "I think I'm spending way too much time with you," she says, "I can't believe I'm talking about corpses as if they were a compliment."

"I like it," Wednesday says matter-of-factly. But then, she seems to study closer to the rest of Enid's words, and her frown, which had softened somewhere between their first hug and their first kiss, suddenly deepens. "Is that a problem?" Wednesday asks. Those words coming from her at another moment would've been a deadly warning, a threat. But, in these circumstances, not even Wednesday can hide the vulnerability in her inquiry. She is worried that Enid might be questioning or regretting the relationship they've built together, and both of them appear surprised to hear her so close to sounding scared. Wednesday clears her throat before asking with a much colder tone, "Do you resent that our lives have intertwined like tendrils of an invasive, toxic plant?"

Enid almost can't hold back her proud smile as she confirms that Wednesday Addams, in all her eccentric glory, isn't above teenage insecurities when it comes to relationships. Instantly, she shakes her head, dismissing Wednesday's worries. There's no way Enid would regret the series of strange events that landed her right beside Wednesday. But, because she only has so much self-control, her smile turns playful and she's nearly dancing there on Wednesday's bed as she asks, "Depends! Do you think we'll kiss again any time soon?"

There's a tense moment when Enid thinks she might have pushed too much and Wednesday wonders if she has enabled the other girl too much. But then Wednesday narrows her eyes, and Enid, by now, recognizes her merely inquisitive gaze from her outright murderous gaze.

"Are you seriously attempting vapid and frivolous flirtatious comments right now?" Wednesday asks her.

Enid grimaces and wonders, "Uh, is it working?"

Wednesday almost doesn't react at all, but Enid thinks there's something magical about the tone, almost close to playful, that Wednesday uses when she replies, "What do you think?"

Enid is perplexed to hear that. Her eyes widen and she quickly goes over the events of the night. She remembers, not with any lesser amount of shock, that she kissed Wednesday already. Could it be that her efforts to win Wednesday's bittersweet black heart haven't been in vain? Even more so, could it be that Wednesday not only reciprocates her feelings but is also trying, in her own way, to earn Enid's affection?