Addicted - Wednesday Addams

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I adjust the book in my hands before brining my free hand up to knock on Wednesday and Enid's dorm room and wait for the goth to answer. But it never comes. Enid opens the door instead
"Hey y/n!" She yells excitedly before pulling me against her for a tight hug. I happily hug her back
"Hey Sinclair" I mumble against her shoulder. She pulls away and holds me by my shoulders at arms length
"Wednesday is in the shower. I'm sure she'll be out soon. I'm going to yoko's" I nod at her words before she walks past me "I'll see you later! Use protection!"
I scoff at her "bye Enid"

I open the door wider and walk into the room. Looking around for a few seconds before sitting down on Wednesdays desk chair. I listen to the muffled sound of the shower running. It stops after a few minutes and Wednesday walks out wearing one of my oversized shirts that she stole from me and a towel wrapped around her hair. I look up and smile at her as she she jumps once she notices me in the room
"What are you doing here?" She avoids my eyes out of embarrassment
"I wanted to see you" I quip
She hums and stiffly nods "what are you reading?"
I hold the book up to show her the cover
She hums and walks over, grabbing the book out of my hand "I did not think you liked books like this"
"I thought I'd read it. I know how much you love these sorts of books"
"So you picked The shinning?"
I nod "I thought you would approve of it"
She nods "I do indeed" she hands me back the book before unwrapping her hair from the towel. Her hair falls and sits around her shoulders. She looks gorgeous. Her hair is still slightly wet, waves and a few curls frame her face. I smile at her before grabbing her waist pulling her between my legs. I kiss her shoulder gently as she tries to push me away and step back. I let her after a few seconds and look up at her. She looks at her feet and nervously snuffles her weight from side to side. A red tint taking over her features
"Can you do my hair?" She whispers
I smile softly and reach up, cupping her cheek "of course"
She smirks softly and locks eyes with me
I stand and sit down on her bed, patting the spot between my legs. She shuffles over and sits down, leaning against me for a few seconds before sitting up properly. I begin parting her hair down the middle before starting to plait one side. I occasionally plant a kiss against the back of her neck.
I begin working on the other side, she cranes her head backwards and looks at me messing up the plait I'm yet to finish in the process. I release the hair, letting it come undone before I look down at her "what's up?"
"Kiss?"
I kiss her forehead gently making her knot her brows and give me a displeased look

"What?" I question as I use one hand to comb through the hair that I was in the middle of plaiting, I use my other hand to move the bangs slightly to the side and out of her eyes
"A proper one"
"I gave you a proper one Wends" I speak as I look down at her in confusion
She pushes the tip of a finger against her lips, tapping at the soft looking skin a few times
"Kiss here"
I look at her in shock. Wednesday isn't a fan of kisses, which is the main reason we've never kissed before. She finds them improper. She believes peoples lips should be kept to themselves. She doesn't mind the occasional kiss on her forehead, neck, shoulder or cheek (if I'm lucky). But kissing on the lips? That's a step too far for her. And a rule that I have always respected. Even when it's been torture to not crash my lips against her pump pink ones.
She seems to notice my shocked state, raising an eyebrow at me before shifting herself and turning around in my lap to face me.
"What's wrong?" She questions as she tilts her head to the side slightly, looking at me like a confused puppy. Not that I'd ever admit it openly. She'd have my head if I referred to her as a puppy. Or as Wednesday would call it 'feral beast'. She's gotten better at understanding emotions as well as telling when someone is upset or in any other state. Which I'm beyond grateful for. I remember consoling Enid multiple times due to the goths misunderstanding and disinterest in such things.
"Nothing" I reassure, smiling softly at her. Secretly I'm hoping she's forgotten about her inquiry towards the kiss. She hasn't. Unfortunately

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