Wenclair One-Shots

I Woe You.

Summary:

Enid and Wednesday are on a nautical adventure. Enid feels like death, but she doesn't want to ruin Wednesday's fun. Also, there may or may not be a little Wenclair suprise at the end.

Extreme fluff ahead. If Enid's seasickness doesn't make you sick, the fluff will.

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Wednesday was practically buzzing next to Enid. They were standing against the bow of the small fishing vessel. The steady rise and fall of waves seemed to give Wednesday life where they sucked away Enid's.

They were somewhere off the coast of Lake Champlain. Enid couldn't say where exactly. She hadn't really been paying attention when Wednesday explained it to her. She hadn't really been paying attention to Wednesday's excited lecturing for a half-hour now. Somewhere in the far reaches of Enid's mind, she could appreciate the irony of the situation. Usually, she was the one excitedly prattling on while Wednesday, as much as she didn't really mind, droned her out.

Now that the tables were turned, it was not due to a lack of interest that Enid was ignoring her girlfriend of 2 months. No, it was so that Enid could focus on breathing steadily through the growing nausea that was ever threatening to boil over and ruin their day out.

Wednesday had been excitedly anticipating this outing for weeks. She had carefully planned every minute detail down to what shoes they should both wear and what sunscreen they should buy and pack in the large black backpack that was now secured to Wednesday's back. It was comically large. Swallowing the smaller girl and exaggerating her size. At first, Enid had argued to carry it, but Wednesday had insisted. Now, Enid was secretly grateful as the cool, slightly fishy air assaulted Enid's sensitive werewolf nose.

"Enid..." Wednesday demanded

"HUH!?" Enid blurted stupidly. She had obviously been caught tuning the other girl out.

Wednesday frowned. It was her worst kind of frown to Enid. Disappointed. The one thing Enid didn't want to do to her girlfriend today. Wednesday was so rarely enthusiastic about things that didn't involve blood, torture, and murder.

"Am I boring you?" Wednesday asked sincerely. Well, as sincerely as she could be. A courtesy she extended only to Enid.

Enid jumped to the defensive. "No! No! Baby, you're not!"

Wednesday frowned further, but this time it was more playful than serious.

"Enid, we have talked about this. I do not approve of pet names such as 'baby'" Wednesday paused a beat before mumbling quietly enough for only Enid to hear. "Besides, you're baby, not me."

Enid couldn't help but smile through her pain. Wednesday had started to allow these small tender moments with her when no one else was around. Little things that only Enid was privy to.

"Okay, mon cher..." Enid teased earning her an eye roll and a slight blush that Enid took notice of and put in her back pocket, "... I'm sorry for not listening. I'm interested! I guess I'm just not as at home on a rickety fishing boat as you are."

Enid looked around with slight distaste. Wednesday followed her eyes.

"This is true. I take great pleasure in discomfort. Besides, it's the best I could procure. Eugene's uncle only had this or one in worse shape. Never fear though... I did a thorough inspection of the entire vessel and conducted a full background check on Eugene's uncle." Wednesday explained as she pointed into the cabin where an older gentleman was driving the boat.

Enid blinked as she tried to decide if she should question how Wednesday knew how to do either of those things. She eventually decided against knowing. Wednesday's mystery was half of her allure.