Beneath the surface || Wenclair

Chapter 13: No More Games

NOTE: I would like to apologize for this taking so long, I have been quite busy and dealing with a lot of things from school to work. I did manage to make this chapter a bit longer than usual so hopefully, y'all will be appeased. Ideally, I will be writing more often but with the holidays I make no promises. Also, for whoever said the thing about Wednesday and Enids Pinkies, have fun ;) 

The morning light filtered weakly through the dark curtains of the dorm room, casting long shadows across the floor. Wednesday Addams lay still, her eyes opening slowly, adjusting to the dimness. Her mind, however, had already been awake for some time, spinning in quiet chaos. The dream from the previous night lingered, a ghostly sensation still clinging to her skin—the feeling of Enid's hands, her lips, her warmth.

There was an eerie silence in the dorm, broken only by the soft, even breathing of Enid Sinclair, still fast asleep on the other side of the room. Wednesday glanced over, her sharp eyes taking in the sight of the peacefully slumbering werewolf. Her hair was a wild tangle of blonde and rainbow against her pillow, her face calm, almost innocent. In sleep, Enid was disarmingly harmless. In waking hours, however, she was an ever-present source of chaos, constantly pressing Wednesday's boundaries, testing her resolve. Wednesday's fingers twitched at the thought of the previous night—the dream that still clung to her like a shadow. She had spent too much time analyzing it, dissecting the emotions she wasn't supposed to feel, the desires she wasn't supposed to crave. But Wednesday wasn't rattled by the dream anymore. She had spent too much time analyzing it, dissecting the emotions, the sensations. Today, there would be no running from the truth. Today, she would confront Enid on her terms.

Throwing the heavy blankets aside, Wednesday rose from the bed, her movements as precise as always. The cool air bit at her skin, but she welcomed the sharpness. It grounded her, cleared her head. This wasn't about losing control; it was about reclaiming it.

Her usual morning routine beckoned, a series of tasks designed to bring order to her otherwise chaotic existence. It was familiar and comforting even—brushing her hair, dressing in her usual dark attire, laceping up her boots, and sharpening her blades. And today, more than ever, she needed that routine. Just like the cold morning air, It gave her control, kept her grounded in the face of the storm that was Enid Sinclair.

What will she try next? she mused, grabbing onto her school bag. Another attempt to corner me? Perhaps some ill-timed joke followed by an unwelcome embrace? There would be another kiss, another attempt to rattle Wednesday's composure. But this time, it wouldn't work.

By the time they sat down for their first class of the day, Wednesday's plan was fully formed. She positioned herself near the back of the room, her usual spot, where the shadows offered a welcome distance from the chatter of the other students. As always, the seat next to her was empty until the very last moment. With mere seconds to spare before the lecture began, Enid Sinclair burst into the room, breathless as she slid into her seat beside Wednesday.

"Made it!" Enid whispered with a bright grin, leaning toward Wednesday as she caught her breath.

Wednesday gave a slight nod in return, her face as stoic as ever, though her heart, annoyingly, beat faster at Enid's presence. This routine had been their unspoken ritual since their first year at Nevermore—Enid barely making it on time, and always greeting Wednesday with that sunny smile before settling in to pay attention or doodle on her notebook.

As the professor droned on about the intricacies of alchemical compounds, Wednesday found herself watching Enid. It was strange, really—how quickly her gaze gravitated toward the blonde, how her mind, once occupied by thoughts of death and destruction, now wandered to memories of Enid's touch. Enid's fingers, always warm, lingering on her waist, her breath on Wednesday's neck...