𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐚 // 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

' needy '

The second I stepped into Enid and Wednesday's dorm I could sense the energy filled within it. Enid wasn't there, and the clicking on the keys were far more aggressive. Something was definately out of the ordinary.

"Wens?"
I spoke softly, before removing my purple nevermore jacket to hang it beside the door. Wednesday liked it clean and smooth in their dorm, at least on her side. Me and her both know that Enid can't stay organized for more than half a day. Her stuff is always scattered randomly on her side of the room, no matter if she'd cleaned it the same morning. But somehow, her stuff never touched Wednesday's side, and that seemed to be the only reason to why the goth held back from confronting the blonde for her messiness.
"Where'd Enid run off to?"

The aggressive typing on the keys of Wednesday's typewriter stopped abruptly at the mention of Enid's name. I took a few step towards her bed and sat down, fidgeting with my own fingers. Wednesday took a deep breath and looked back at me slowly, as if she was holding back from doing something.
"I have no idea. I told her to leave."

"Her own dorm? Why would you?"
I turned to look my best friend in the eyes, eyebrows twisted into a frown.

"Because I thought we needed some quality time."
This didn't make anything any clearer for me, and my frown deepened by the second. The raven in front of me swallowed audibly while putting her intervened fingers between her thighs, an anxious move which broke her barrier of her image of being confident and unafaid. She schootched closer to where I was sitting, the wheels on the chair making loud, unsetteling and kind of awkward noises as the chair followed from beneath her.

"Wednesday what are you—"
The breath of hers coating my lips stoned me. I couldn't move and I couldn't think and I couldn't do anything because her. She kept breathing heavily, clearly doubting herself. And I knew, I knew what was happening to her, and I wanted it as much as she did.
"Are we doing this?"
I whispered, leaning closer to her. Our lips touched in the slightest while I spoke, brushing over her's with black lipstick smeared over them.
"Do you want this?"
I earned nothing but a slow nod back. She moved her hands from between her thighs to use them to carress my cheeks. I was unbearably close to shutting the gap harshly between us, but instead, I pulled away.
"No, Wendesday. I can't."

Pleading eyes looked into mine as she kept leaning forward for more even though I'd just stopped her. Her thumb stroke over my cheek before she pulled her hands off my face.
"Y/n."
Her voice cracked. I knew I'd taken away something from her, something she wanted, but something about the whole situation held me back. I'd been into Wednesday Addams for months. We have shared moments of eye contacts and even two hugs, Wednesday had spent half of her time at nevermore being there for me trying to save me, but nothing ever happened between us, she have had every chance in the world to make a move on me, but she haven't until now, now when her eyes are begging me to lean in and she can't stop licking her lips. Were she only out after the moment or did she actually want me?

"I need to ask you something, Wednesday."
She looked up at me with her gorgeous, pleading eyes, as in urging me to talk to her.
"Do you want me, or do you want to feel me?"
At this, Wednesday froze. She puzzled for a moment longer than I'd hoped, before nodding slightly, as if agreeing with herself.

"Y/n I need you."
She whispered, pushing the words out of her mouth with every single drop of strenght left in her body.

"That was not my question."
Wednesday whipered. She whimpered.

"Both."
She reached out to cup my cheeks again, lips pressed together while looking at me like I was made out of glass.
"Now come here, mia lupa."
She pulled me towards her, guiding my face towards hers. She nuzzled our noses together softly, before slowly closing the gap between us.  She stood up from her chair taking me with her, and threw her hands around my neck. She moaned softly when I finally kissed her back. Now revealing how much she needed me. She weren't lying. I had let my hands rest on her waist until now, when I slowly interlocked her waist between my arms. I pulled her towards her bed, smiling into the kiss.
"I've always needed you."
Wednesday whispered as she straddled my lap.
"I find it hard to stay in control when I'm around you."
I kissed her again, she pulled away to keep speaking.
"...the way you're always there for me, your interest in books which never fail to amaze me..."

"...I turn you on by reading books?"
I moved on to sucking on her neck.
"You're utterly special, Addams."

"Call me that again, Cara mia."
I kissed her collarbone, softly touching it with my tounge. This made Wednesday inhade sharply from above me.

"What, Addams?"
She made a subtle "o" sound, hiding her face in the crook of my neck. I giggled, stroking her back.
"Oh you so like it when I call you that."
Wednesday shook her head. Her bangs were all messed up when she finally dared to look up at me. I pushed them out of her face. Then, she leaned in again.

"I have no idea what's going on inside my body, but for some reason it's addicting."
She sighed out into my mouth, and I couldn't put words into mine either as I kissed her back, laying us down. She sneaked her arm around my waist while she worked my mouth desperately, as if she'd been waiting all her life to kiss me. I wasn't complaining, instead, I pulled her, if possible, closer to me. When she ran out of breath, she cuddled into me.
"I want to stay close like this for a while, I need to recharge."

"That's all right, baby."
I could feel her blush into my neck.