Our Immeasurable Bond

Chapter 12

Enid woke up, her body feeling a pleasant weariness, a lingering reminder of the night before. She stretched languidly, her muscles tingling with a mix of fatigue and contentment.

She smiled softly and turned to her side, where Wednesday lay sleeping peacefully.

The sight of Wednesday's serene face brought a rush of warmth to Enid's chest. They were both naked, their bodies entwined under the covers, a testament to their intimate connection.

Enid's mind drifted back to the previous night, each memory vivid and intense. She recalled how Wednesday's touch had sent shivers down her spine, the way her fingers had traced delicate patterns on her skin, igniting sparks of electricity with every caress.

Wednesday's soft lips had been a revelation, their kisses ranging from gentle and tender to passionate and demanding. The sound of their mingled moans had filled the room, a symphony of desire and pleasure.

As Enid's thoughts wandered, she noticed a subtle change in Wednesday's breathing. She watched as Wednesday's eyelids fluttered open, revealing those striking, dark eyes that always seemed to see right through her.

"Good morning," Enid said, her smile widening as she met Wednesday's gaze.

"Good morning," Wednesday replied, her voice low and raspy from sleep. The sound of it sent a thrill through Enid, and she found herself blushing slightly.

Enid was momentarily taken aback by the raw, intimate quality of Wednesday's voice, so different from her usual composed tone. It was a reminder of the vulnerability and closeness they shared in these quiet moments.

"Are you hurt? I think I might've been a little rough on you," Wednesday asked, her voice tinged with an uncharacteristic hint of concern.

Enid looked up, her eyes meeting Wednesday's. "It did make my body a little bit weary, but it's fine," she replied, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Wednesday's usually stoic expression softened slightly, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She reached out and gently brushed the hair away from Enid's neck, revealing a small, dark hickey.

The sight of it filled Wednesday with a sense of possessive pride. She ran her fingers lightly over the mark, feeling the slight warmth of Enid's skin.

"Now they know you're mine," Wednesday murmured, her voice low and intimate.

Enid's smile widened, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

"As if I could belong to anyone else." she said, her voice filled with affection. She leaned in closer, their foreheads touching. "And I'm more than happy to let the world know."

Wednesday's fingers traced the hickey, her touch sending a shiver down Enid's spine.

"Good," she whispered. "Because I intend to leave more reminders."

Enid laughed softly, a melodic sound that filled the quiet room.

"I'm all yours, Wednesday. Always."

Wednesday's smile deepened, a genuine expression of happiness.

"And I'm yours," she replied, her voice almost a whisper. She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Enid's neck, right beside the hickey. "Always."

They lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the morning light filtering through the curtains. The world outside seemed distant and unimportant compared to the warmth and love they shared in that moment.

The afternoon passed slowly, the sun beginning its descent as Wednesday and Enid made their way to the restaurant where Yoko had suggested they meet up.