Wednesday and I ( Female Reader)

Lemons

You walk to the showers giggling with Wednesday, her laughter hanging in the air as the desire to kiss her, hold her, be with her completely, pushes at every fibre of your being. Wednesday and you both enter the shower light almost blinding you as you do so. You set your things down in cubicles as the radio plays in the background, the song slowly humming as if it was filling the spaces the silence would usually settle.

Your eyes fall upon Wednesday still surprised at the light, she blinks a few more times her eyes finally relaxing. She looks at you, eyes full of desire as she bites her lip, you bearly feel your heart beating in your chest. She giggles seeing the look on your face, you smile back, "You're cute when you're flustered." Wednesday says

"Who says I was flustered?" you say agast

"I don't need words to know what you're feeling and I know exactly what your thinking..." She says lustfully. You smirk "Is that so..."

"Mmhmm..." she smirks, looking down as her hands hook behind her, reaching for the zipper on her black dress. "I know exactly what you want...", walking towards you pulling the zipper.

"And what would that be?" You say bending over to meet her face to face as you try not to blush as your mind wanders. She stalks up to you, finally unzipping her dress but not yet letting it fall just yet. She whispers in your ear "To keep your promise," You can't help but feel the heat rise in you. "Am I wrong?" she says looking for satisfaction.

"Certainly not," you say your voice dripping with lust, you're armed wrap themselves around Wednesday, as you begin to drag kisses across Wednesday's neck as she bites her lip in a self-satisfied pleasure. "Get into a stall before someone disturbs us," you mutter into her neck, she pulls away her doe eyes caught off guard. Smiling like the devil she takes your hand and leads you to the furthest stalls. You chuckle as you see that smile that cracks across her face.

You turn on the water giving the illusion you were actually showering, Wednesday doing the same. You pull back the useless shower curtain, a joking expression pressed to your face Wednesday rolls her eyes grabbing your shirt and pulling you into her and against the wall before you can react. You smile lustfully as you feel the warmth of her body pressed against you, your hand cups her cheek gently and you glimpse into her endless eyes before pressing your lips to hers you feel her soft lips on yours her scent clutching your senses. Your lips intermingled with hers the hunger for Wednesday caressing your veins. You find your tongue exploring her mouth the taste of her lips lingering on yours.

Your hand drifts over the web lace pressed on Wednesday's dress pressed loosely to her shoulder blades, making an effort to slide off her irresistible body. Wednesday's hands pull harder on the collar of your shirt, pulling you further into her web. You let your head roll back pulling out of the kiss, Wednesday hangs her head slightly knowing the game you're playing. "Desprit are we?" You tease knowing she wants you just much as you want her.

"Not desperate just-" She pauses giving you a dangerous look, "Motivated," She whispers arms draping over your shoulders. You chuckle and grin, your mind teaming with lust fueling your train of thought to eventual sin. Your lips smash together with Wednesdays, you feel the desire, and desperation burning at the caution you should have, as the lust consumes you, creeping up your back and scaring your lips as Wednesday bits your bottom lip. Her touch full of passion, her tongue teasing yours.

Your hands begin to wander down her back, her body moving with your hands as if to say Finally. You feel the opening of her dress, your hands hovering over it for a moment as if you can feel sparks teasing your fingertips, before pulling the dress off her more Wednesday shrugs it off slightly. You feel the warmth of her body calling you like a siren to your death. You press your hands to her skin she pushes her chest to yours in retaliation her breasts rubbing against yours. Her candle wax skin tormenting you, your hands sink lower moving under the skin of her dress, her nails claw at your skin you marvel at the pain. You pull at the dress, even more, tugging it off her shoulders as she shrugs it off, stripping it off her arms revealing her pale marble figure. No longer draped in dark, heavenly lace. you can't help but blush at the sight of her body, you struggle to find the words as you stare at her perfection, she rolls her eyes to hide her blush before giggling and pulling you into a kiss more passionate than you thought was possible.