In Dreams You're Mine (X)

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Warning: This chapter contains explicit content within the first 3 paragraphs. If that is not your thing, please skip it as it is not incredibly vital to the story. Please note as well that all the characters depicted in this story are of age to be participating in these activities, thank you.

A/N: Hello! I am so very sorry this update was late, I began writing and once I finished I decided I hated it and wanted to start over but by that time it was already 11 at night. PLEASE READ THESE NOTES AND THE ONES AT THE END THANK YOU!!!<3

Her warm breath falls on Enid's shoulders as she hovers over her, pinning her down on the bed below. The blonde's face flushes bright red as she examines each detail of Wednesday's face, her usual stoic expression now contorted slightly to display need, the only thing behind her eyes being lust. The smaller girl leans down and connects her lips with Enid's, providing even more fuel to the fire growing within her. Wednesday's soft lips press gently at first only to grow more hungry as her passion grows. The werewolf feels a soft tongue swipe across her bottom lip, asking for an entrance, something that is granted quickly. She sighs into the kiss as her tongue dances with Wednesday's to the songs of needy sighs and bated breath coming from the two girls. The goth's gentle lips separate from Enid's only to relocate to her neck. The blonde sighs as Wednesday kisses and bites at her neck, leaving marks in her wake. She bites her lip in order to conceal the noises begging to be freed from her throat as the girl above her runs her cold fingers up her sides, her palms eventually landing on Enid's petite breasts.

"Cara mia..." She purrs, teasing perky pink nipples between her fingers. Her breath grows even shakier as the sweet words fall from her lovers mouth. Wednesday glides her tongue down from Enid's collarbone and latches her mouth around her right nipple, swirling it around in her mouth. The raven's free hand slinks down the Lycan's body, grabbing her ass firmly. She whines at the contact, her hips leaning into it, urging the smaller girl to keep going. Her head spins as she tries to focus on every touch though still wanting Wednesday to speed things up. The dark haired girl groans slightly as she can feel Enid grinding on her thigh. She runs her black-painted nails up and back down the werewolf's back, trying her best to leave marks that wouldn't simply fade the next day.

"Wednesday..." Enid moans, her thrusting growing more feverish by the second. The goth doesn't respond but simply leans back and looks at her lover in the eyes. Her hands plant on the lower girls stomach as she scoots down the bed, bringing her face closer and closer to where Enid dreamed it would be. She tilts her head ever so slightly as if to ask if it was okay for her to continue. The blonde nods quickly and brings her hands to Wednesday's hair, quickly tangling her fingers in it. For once in her life, the psychic understood the non-verbal communication Enid had displayed and leaned down.

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Enid's eyes snapped open as she was confronted with a view of her room. She looked around, quickly realizing she had spent the night in Wednesday's bed. The werewolf glanced down to see the aforementioned goth curled up next to her.

Who knew Wednesday could ever sleep like that? She thought. As she admired the sleeping form of the girl, the spotty memories of her dream flooded back into her mind. OMG WHY WOULD I DREAM THAT?! Her face flushed bright red at the thought. I mean I know she's like a cute goth gf icon but wow. Enid buried her face into Wednesday's hair in embarrassment, causing her to stir.

"Enid..?" She says groggily. "I hadn't expected you to actually stay with me all night." The goth scoots back from Enid slightly yet remains in her grasp.

"Well I mean like you stay with me when I'm upset so-" The werewolf stutters, praying the smaller girl wont notice the blush that had made its home on her cheeks.

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