You are the only exception. (Wenclair)

Episode 12

Wednesday shivered slightly as her tongue delved into Enid's mouth, tasting her completely. The feeling of having Enid wrapped around her, practically pressed up against her, was driving her crazy.

Enid broke the kiss, panting and trying to catch her breath. Wednesday let out a low, strangled moan, her own breathing just as ragged as Enid's.

"Enid..." she breathed, her hands still holding tightly onto Enid's thighs, keeping her pressed close.

With her breath still heavy from the kiss, Enid looked down at Wednesday, looking into her eyes and seeing the intense desire that was now present within them.

Her heart was still beating a million miles per hour, her hands still wrapped around the back of Wednesday's neck.

Enid leaned down slightly, bringing her head closer to Wednesday's, but her attention was suddenly drawn to the feeling of Wednesday's hands on her thighs.

Enid's eyes widened a bit and looked down at where Wednesday was holding her, and her face turned slightly red in realization of the position she now found herself in.

Wednesday was fully aware of the position they were in, and the way Enid reacted to it only amplified the fiery burn inside of her.

She kept her hold on Enid's thighs firm, her fingers gripping the flesh a bit harder. She could practically feel the heat coming from Enid's body, and it only made her want more, more, more.

Without waiting, her lips found Enid's neck, pressing a series of hot, biting kisses against the sensitive skin there.

As Wednesday's lips made their way to Enid's neck, a wave of heat rushed through her entire body, and she let out a small gasp, tilting her head to give Wednesday more access to her skin.

Enid's hands moved down from the back of Wednesday's neck and rested on her shoulders, her grip tightening a bit as she felt Wednesday's lips on her skin. "W-Wednesday..." she breathed out, her eyes fluttering shut from the sensation.

"Uh, Enid? is Wednesday there?" Pugsley asked behind the door.

The sound of Pugsley's voice at the door suddenly snapped Enid out of the euphoric daze she had been in, the reality of the current situation crashing down on her. She let out another sharp gasp, her body freezing in both surprise and panic.

She quickly looked at the door, then back down at Wednesday, her face now turning even brighter red with embarrassment. "P-Pugsley?" she called out, attempting to keep her voice as steady as possible.

Wednesday didn't bother looking at the door, her focus entirely on Enid and the way she reacted to her touch, the look on her face, the sounds that escaped her lips. She had completely forgotten about the fact that they were in a public space, her mind only focused on the woman in front of her.

When Enid's face turned even more red with embarrassment, her voice catching on her words as she called out to Pugsley, Wednesday's grip on her tightens just a tiny bit.

Pugsley's voice echoed through the door again, breaking through the tension in the air.

"Hey! Is Wednesday there?" Pugsley repeated, sounding a bit impatient now.

Enid was still held up in the air, her legs wrapped around Wednesday's waist, and she couldn't help but feel a little panicked, knowing they could be discovered at any moment.

She looked down at Wednesday, her eyes silently begging for some sort of solution to this awkward situation.

Pugsley interrupted one last time before leaving. "Well, breakfast is served Enid. If you find Wednesday, tell her it's time to eat."