I'm In love with my teacher~Wenclair.

~Fourty-eight~

Wednesday's POV:

I was in the middle of unpacking our suitcase, when I heard Enid yell for me from what I'm assuming was the kitchen. 

"Wednesday Friday Addams!" 

"I'll be in my room," Evie quickly said, obviously noting the annoyed tone Enid seems to have. 
I huffed, placing down the pants I was folding before getting up to walk downstairs. 

"Yes!?" I asked, once I reached the last step. 

"Let's watch a movie!" she exclaimed, while placing down the bowl of popcorn she was holding. 

"What?" I questioned, as I made my way over to her. 

"Any movie or series, your choice." She continued, before leading me over to the couch. 

"I thought you were tired?" 

"Come on Wenny! I feel bad, and I want to make it up to you." she mumbled, while pouting. 

"Enid," I sighed, "You don't have to 'make it up to me' I'm not upset with you, nor do I believe that it was your fault. Now can you stop pouting." 

"Will you please watch a movie with me?" 

"Do you promise to let this go?" I counter, as my arms snake their way around her neck. 

"I promise," She replies, almost too quickly. 
I nod, before leaning in to place a soft peck on her lips. 

"Then, yes. I will watch a movie with you, but you can choose. I don't really care."

"You're the best, you know that." She said, as a smile stretched across her face. 

"Yes, you mention it quite a lot." I answered, before sitting down on the couch. Making sure to not bump the nearly overflowing popcorn bowl. 

"Because it's true!" 

"Whatever," she giggled before speaking again.

"Did Evelyn go to bed?" 

"I'm not sure, although, when you called for me she did day she was going to go to her room."

"I hope I didn't make her think I was mad at you, I just knew saying that would make you come down here faster." 

"I'm sure she's fine."

"I guess you're right," she softly said, as she turned on the TV.

"Are you surprised? I'm always right." I muttered, while watching her click through movies. She went for documentaries, because recently she found out that she enjoys watching those because there is no jump scares.

"Don't get cocky, Addams." she softly said, not even turning to look at me. 

"There is no 'getting cocky' Sinclair, that's simply not a thing. It's called being selfish, which I, for one am not." 

"Did you really have to use my last name?" she muttered, now glaring at me. 

"If it was going to get you to look at me, then yes." 

"You could've just asked me to look at you," she stated, as a smirk stretched across her features.

"Yes, but then you would've asked questions. And I would prefer you didn't." I answered, while scooting closer to her. 

"What would you prefer that I do then?" she softly questioned, her breath fanning against my face.

"Stop being scared and actually touch me, I'm not going to break your nose too," I replied, making a smile grace her face. 

"You won't have to tell me twice," she said, before leaning in to place her soft, pink lips on my neck. 
I threw my head back, biting down on my bottom lip. 

"Enid..." I murmured, making her look up at me. 

"Yes?" she answered, slightly out of breath. 

"Not down here,"

"Why notttt," she whined, while throwing herself back on the couch. 

"How do you think Evelyn would react if she came down to get a glass of water, and instead saw... that?" 

"She would cry," Enid answered, as she moved her hands to cover her eyes.

"Correct, so I suggest you wait until we know for sure that she's asleep. Then, we can go upstairs."

"Can I go check now?" she questioned, while jutting out her bottom lip.

"I suppose," I answered, attempting to seem uninterested. This didn't seem to bother her, because as soon as I answered she got up and went upstairs. 
I waited for a few minutes, before I heard her quiet footsteps behind me. 

"So?" I questioned, as she leaned over the back of the couch.

"She's asleep," she mumbled, a smirk ghosting her lips. 

"Let's go then," I answered. letting some of my excitement seep into my statement. 
I followed Enid up the stairs, noticing the way she glanced back at me every few steps. 
Once we made it up to our room, she turned to face me. Placing her arms loosely at my waist. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked, her gaze shifting between my eyes and my lips. 

"Yes, Enid. Like I said, I'm fine."

"You say that now, but what if I put my hand somewhere and-"

"Hermosa, I'm fine. You're not going to trigger anything by touching me, I can promise you that." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Enid if you don't fuck me, I'm going to go pleasure myself." 

"Okay, okay I got it." She said, laughing. "Go lay down, I'm gonna go wash my hands."