Pigtails|Wenclay

Woe Chase

Bianca's POV:

The time reads 11:45pm.

This is the first time my dorm has been quiet in a while.

Divina is usually a deep sleeper, so she'll usually keep the room loud with her snores. If she's out of the dorm, it's usually the howls of werewolves lulling me to sleep. As of right now, there's nothing.

What the fuck am I doing?

I don't even know if Wednesday likes me in that way, why would I suggest that? This was supposed to be an innocent thing, not something that ruins the (sort of) healthy friendship that we've started to develop.

Maybe this is why I can't sleep. My phsyce is punishing me for being so forward.

"You should learn to lock your windows."

I sit up in my bed to see Wednesday standing there. She has a lantern on hand so I can see her neck and only part of her face. Even now she looks... perfect.

"I did lock my window." I reply, though I'm unsure as to why my question wasn't 'Why are you here, the love of my life?'

"The needle that I used to break in took no more than five seconds. This school needs higher security."

She puts the latern on my nightstand before kicking off her shoes and crawling on my bed. Then her lips are on mine.

When you think of kissing someone, there's this weird fantasy that replays in your mind, in which you hope the kiss will set off fireworks in your brain and that it'll cure all your problems, no matter how big or small. You wish for the kiss to be all you ever needed.

This kiss isn't like that.

I can feel her lips on mine, and while it doesn't solve world hunger, it does bring out a primal urge within me to kiss her harder, deeper, to seek out more. One of her hands find their way to my waist and I find myself silently begging she touched me everywhere.

The kiss didn't solve my issues, it made me forget I had any.

It's not like the kiss was very passionate either, it's clear that we were both holding back at least a little bit, whether it's out of fatigue or just pure laziness. It's definitely memorable, though.

There's a pause, and she looks in my eyes as if she doesn't know why she's here either, that she's being just as impulsive as I am and that the only thought we share is that we need this.

"I couldn't wait until tomorrow." She whispers breathlessly.

I can't help but chuckle. All this time I thought that I was the mess but didn't even take the time to consider how messy Wednesday is right now. She snuck out of her room and broke into someone's dorm because of a little crush.

"Do not mock me. I was not the one begging for a kiss forty-five minutes ago."

"You're so cute, Wednesday."

"Shut up and let me kiss you." And then her lips are on mine again. This time it's much more urgent, much more desperate. She slowly pushes me back onto my bed and gets comfortable on top of me as the kiss progresses from a nice moment to an addictive habit.

I couldn't pull away from her if I tried. I don't want to pull away, not yet, I just want to-

"Bianca, do you not need to breathe?" She pulls back from the kiss, panting, and if she wasn't holding my face down I would be leaning in yet again.

"No, I'm fine holding my breath."

"For ten minutes?"

"It hasn't been ten minutes."