A fluff x smut, a very short one.
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Wednesday's long fingers tangled in Enid's blonde locks, pulling her closer until their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss. The dimly lit room seemed to shrink, leaving only the two girls suspended in time. It was as if the shadows themselves were holding its breath, waiting to see how this delicate dance would unfold.
Enid's hands trembled slightly as she reached up to cradle Wednesday's face, her thumbs brushing against the sharp angles of her cheekbones. Wednesday's eyes fluttered closed, her own hands drifting down to rest on Enid's slender waist. They parted, exchanging nervous glances, their insecurities whispering sweet doubts in their minds.
"What if—" Enid began, but Wednesday shushed her with another gentle kiss.
"No 'what ifs,'" Wednesday murmured, her voice low and reassuring. "Just us."
With a small nod, Enid nodded, her confidence growing. They lay down together, their bodies aligned, hearts pounding in tandem. Fingertips ghosted over skin, tracing the curves of each other's forms. Wednesday's dark dress rustled as Enid pushed it aside, revealing the pale, almost translucent skin beneath.
Wednesday's gaze dropped, her brow furrowing. "Y-You think I'm...odd, don't you?" She stammered, self-conscious about her own angular frame and sharp features.
Enid's response was immediate, her eyes locking onto Wednesday's. "You're beautiful," she whispered, her tone fierce. "Every inch of you."
To prove her point, Enid pressed her lips to Wednesday's collarbone, then lower, along her sternum. Wednesday's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She felt vulnerable, exposed, yet safe under Enid's tender scrutiny.
As Enid continued her gentle exploration, Wednesday's hands wandered, too, drinking in the sight and feel of Enid's slender figure. She marveled at the way Enid's hips curved, the way her ribs expanded with each shallow breath. Enid shivered when Wednesday's fingers grazed her ribcage, sending a thrill through her core.
Their kisses deepened, tongues tangling, as they navigated uncharted territory. Teeth nipped, lips soothed, and hands roamed freely. The room grew warmer, the air thickening with emotion.
Wednesday's fingers found Enid's, intertwining them tightly, as if afraid to let go. Enid squeezed back, her grip firm. They stared at each other, their faces inches apart, faces flushed. The air was heavy with anticipation, with the weight of this moment.
Wednesday's eyes, usually dark and guarded, shone bright, like polished onyx. Enid's blue irises sparkled, filled with tears. Neither spoke; they didn't need to. The silence spoke volumes.
In that instant, they both knew they'd never felt anything like this before. It wasn't just physical; it was a connection that went bone-deep. They were home, together.
Wednesday's thumb brushed away a stray tear from Enid's cheek. Enid mirrored the gesture, wiping away a bead of sweat from Wednesday's forehead. Their smiles, timid and radiant, synchronized.
"Are you—" Wednesday started, her words faltering.
"I'm perfect," Enid finished, her smile widening. "Because I'm with you."
They leaned in simultaneously, their mouths meeting once more. This time, it wasn't just a kiss – it was a promise. A vow to cherish, to protect, to love each other fiercely. The world outside ceased to exist; nothing mattered except the warmth of their entwined bodies, the rhythm of their hearts beating as one.
Slowly, gently, Wednesday guided Enid onto her back, never breaking eye contact. Enid's cheeks flushed deeper, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath Wednesday's watchful gaze.
Wednesday's hands slid under Enid's shirt, pushing it up, revealing the soft skin of her stomach. Enid gasped, arching slightly, as Wednesday's lips found her belly button, placing a feather-light kiss there.
"I want to make you feel..." Wednesday trailed off, her voice husky, "...everything."
Enid nodded, wordless, as Wednesday continued her slow, deliberate descent. Fingers danced along the waistband of Enid's skirt, teasingly slow, until finally, Wednesday tugged it down, leaving Enid bare before her. Wednesday's eyes darkened, drinking in the sight.
Wednesday's hands trembled slightly as she touched Enid, her touch feather-light. She kissed down Enid's abdomen, her breath warm against her skin. Enid squirmed beneath her, overwhelmed by the intimacy. Wednesday's tongue flicked out, tasting the saltiness of Enid's skin, sending shivers down her spine.
Enid's hands grasped Wednesday's shoulders, holding tight. "Wednesday, please..." she whispered, unsure of what she was asking for, only knowing she needed more.
Wednesday's response was a soft hum, her fingers tracing the lines of Enid's thighs. She settled between Enid's legs, her face inches away. Their eyes locked, and Enid felt like she was drowning in Wednesday's dark, endless gaze.
Wednesday's fingers slipped inside, gentle, exploratory. Enid's gasp echoed through the room, a mix of surprise and pleasure. Wednesday's face softened, concern flashing across her features. She whispered, "Okay?"—a question, a reassurance, a promise. Enid nodded frantically, her nails digging into Wednesday's shoulders.
They moved together, hesitant, learning each other's rhythms. Wednesday's movements were precise, measured—like a scientist studying the intricacies of a delicate experiment. Enid's body responded, instincts taking over. She whimpered, her hips rising involuntarily, seeking more.
Wednesday smiled—a small, tight smile, full of wonder. She pressed closer, her forehead resting against Enid's. Their hearts slammed against each other, synchronized chaos.
As they accelerated, the room faded further, leaving only the two girls, suspended in their own private universe. Enid's cries grew louder, more urgent, as Wednesday stoked the flames within her. Wednesday's own breathing grew ragged, her control unraveling thread by thread.
Their mouths clashed again, hungry, devouring each other. Enid's hands fisted in Wednesday's hair, anchoring herself to this moment. Wednesday's fingers moved with purpose now, drawing out Enid's pleasure until it became almost too much to bear.
Enid broke the kiss, her head thrashing back, a silent scream on her lips as she crested the peak. Wednesday followed, her own release a sweet, intense burn that left her boneless and spent.
They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and shared breaths.
In the aftermath, they clung to each other, tangled in sheets and secrets. Wednesday pressed her ear against Enid's chest, listening to the frantic beat of her heart, feeling the rise and fall of her ribcage. Enid stroked Wednesday's hair, smoothing it away from her face, her touch gentle. They didn't speak; they didn't need to. The silence was comfortable, a warm blanket wrapping itself around them.
Outside, night deepened, stars twinkling like diamonds scattered across the sky. Inside, they smiled, exhausted and satisfied, knowing they'd found something precious, something that would last. They'd given themselves to each other, completely, without reservations. And in doing so, they'd discovered a love that would haunt them beautifully, forever.