Wenclair Oneshots

First time

Enid. Wednesday barely speaks above a whisper, and yet the sound of her name leaving those lips in a guttural hiss is like a shotgun going off near her ear.

Enid stumbles forward, drawn in by the siren call, doomed to drown in dark waters. Wednesday lifts up her foot and plants it against Enids hip, stopping the blonde from getting any closer. Enids brow furrows, her mouth forming a pout as she looks down and then back up at those fully black eyes.

Wednesday smirks a little, dragging her foot down to Enids thigh, and then lets her leg drop away. Youre wearing far too much for my liking. Strip.

Wh-what?

Wednesday cocks an eyebrow, running her tongue over her fangs. Ive been waiting for this for two and half years now, I am going to savor our first time together, and that starts with you putting on a little show for me.

Enid flushes, heat pooling low, and - of fucking course Im into this - and with that thought Enid rushes to undress. A light tap against her calf has her pausing with her sweater up and exposing her stomach. Wednesdays eyes are narrowed in amusement, needle thin fangs peeking out from under her faint smile.

Slowly, cucciola, I know you are eager, but we have all night to enjoy ourselves.

Says the one who slammed me onto the floor because I called her mister and sat in her lap.

Wednesday scoffs, well apologies for my lack of control when the idiot Ive been flirting with for almost three years finally made a move herself.

Enid huffs and crosses her arms, I didnt want to mess this up, she mutters.

Wednesdays expression softens, the black receding from her sclera, returning her eyes back to normal. She stands up and closes the distance between them. Enid melts the moment Wednesday cups her face between calloused hands.

Mia lupa, you have nothing to worry about, I have loved you since the moment we met, and I will love you until my dying breath. Nothing and no one will ever take me from you, you will have me until the day you grow tired of my cloud darkening your sunny sky.

Enid throws her arms around Wednesdays shoulders and pulls her into a feverish kiss. A chuckle rumbles in the back of Wednesdays throat, her hands sliding down Enids neck, over her back, and coming to rest on the werewolfs hips. Wednesday nips Enids bottom lip, smirking at the whimper that escapes the blonde, and she pulls away as Enid starts to tug at her half-open shirt.

Ah ah, Wednesday grabs Enids hand and shoves them away, I believe you still owe me a show.

Wednesday, Enid draws out her name in a high-pitched whine.

The goth simply chuckles again as she backs away and sits back down on her bed. If you do good youll get your reward, cucciola, now strip for me.

Enid takes a deep breath, fidgeting a bit under Wednesdays intense gaze. This is embarrassing, Enid mumbles, slowly hitching up her sweater inch by inch.

Wednesday hums, her smirk taking a sharp edge as her eyes follow Enids movements. I believe I have told you once before, that I take immense pleasure from watching you squirm.

By the goddess. Enids skin was going to permanently turn red at this point from how much she was blushing.

She pulls off her sweater finally, tossing it aside, and grinning a bit when it lands atop Wednesdays jacket. Enid looks back to Wednesday, inhaling sharply as the goth unbuttons and removes her own shirt. Wednesday smirks as she throws the shirt to the ground; she rolls her wrist in a silent gesture for Enid to continue.

Enid slowly pulls down her tights, and then kicks them to the side. She meets Wednesdays gaze as she undoes the zipper of her skirt and lets gravity take it. Wednesday hums, a familiar note of satisfaction as her dark stare blazes a trail down Enids body.