a series of [un]fortunate events || a wenclair collection [explicit]

2. not used to being alone now

Wednesday's POV

Normally, I would feel a type of ecstasy at the fact that my annoying roommate, Enid Sinclair no longer dwelled in the same living quarters as I did, which meant that I could finally work on my novel in peace without her excessive music and overexaggerated gyrations she claims to call dancing. 

However, when she decided to completely move her belongings and covers out of our dorm room due to recent transgressions and vowed to never return, outside I was overwhelmed with relief, but on the inside, I was... filled with a dread that I would normally welcome with open arms, as it meant that I had just watched an execution or very comforting mauling take place and the high of it still racked through my brain. This feeling, though was uncomfortable and new... I... missed Enid. A lot... 

My mother told me once that love was like a decaying flower soon to be reborn into a bloom of lilies. Or daisies, or some other nauseating array of color I could not bare to stare at for too long. But, in some annoying way, she was right. I... I loved Enid, and to be without her for this long was becoming unbearable by each second... Whatever being was listening to my cries afforded me a reprieve from my suffering as Enid walked into the dorm room for the first time since she moved out, and I had a mix of emotions.

"Wow, Wednesday, you didn't change a thing. So... how's things?"

"Since you have exited our domain, I have managed to complete at least two chapters of my novel and have been able to sleep peacefully at night without being bombarded by the blaring noise you call music." 

"Well, I've been able to carry on a conversation without being interrupted by your god-awful cello playing!"

A pang in my heart. Did she truly hate my cello playing? Why did I feel sad about her words?

"I am sorry my cello playing annoyed you, Enid. I will... endeavor to be more mindful of your feelings next time.."

"No, no.. your cello playing is.. very good, actually... Wednesday, do you love me?"

With every fiber of my cold, dead heart.

"I... value your presence a lot, Enid. You are... a very important individual in my life.."

"That's not what I asked you, Wednesday... do you know why I left the dorm room? Because you seem to not care about anything.. when we first met, I fought like hell to be friends with you, as insufferable as you can be, and then after all of our lives were in jeopardy because of your antics, you brushed it off as if it didn't mean shit to you. I couldn't deal with it anymore. Somewhere along the way, I fell for you, but now.. I don't even know. I don't even know why I came in here... goodbye, Wednesday..."

"I love you...!"

She stopped.

"What did you say...?"

"I love you, Enid... I... cannot bear to be without you any longer... I am.. remorseful for putting you all in harm's way... especially you..."

"Are you in love with me...?"

"I am... very much in love with you, Enid... and that frightens me, which would normally excite me, but it does quite the opposite.. I have this overwhelming urge to shut you up with my lips every time you speak to me, but softly and gently because you are... what these annoying male specimens call 'hot'... which fills me with nausea, because you deserve to be called more than a temperature... I do not want to be alone anymore, Enid... I need you... back in our dorm room.."

I felt soft lips crash into my own as Enid grabbed my waist, and I did not want her to let me go.

"Kiss me, Wednesday..."

I pulled her close to me, slamming my lips against hers hard and eliciting a moan out of her mouth, and whatever demon jumped into me at that moment seemed to want more from Enid as I pushed her onto the bed and kissed her harder.

"W-Wednesday.."

I silenced her with my lips as I let my hands travel down her body as I continued to explore her mouth with my tongue, an unfamiliar sensation surged through my own body, more specifically, my lower regions. Was I getting "turned on"?

"Do it... I know you want to..."

I absent-mindedly began to play with her undergarments with my fingers, and shortly afterwards, I felt a wet sensation below me. 

"Prrr, looks like I'm not the only one getting turned on, baby..."

Baby? I was a child now? Ah. It was a term of endearment between us now that we were a couple.

"Do you wish for me to stop?"

Enid then flipped me onto the bed, kissing my neck, and eliciting a moan out of me, a sound that was much louder than I had anticipated it to be, but I did not dislike it. Enid continued to please me, but I think it was because she knew I would moan again.

"Let me do this to you... can I...?"

I nodded as Enid began to travel down below, flipping up my skirt and having her way with my increasingly wet lower regions as she proceeded to pleasure me with her tongue and I could not stop myself from moaning out from her advances. I was like a helpless beast as she continued to increase a rising sensation throughout my body until I climaxed with the full force of a raging typhoon. 

"Ooh, that was hot! How did your first orgasm feel, Wednesday?"

I tried to catch my breath. My hair was wet with sweat as I tried to calm myself down from the overwhelmingly satisfying feeling I just experienced with Enid.

"It was... absolutely incredible... But now I must give you the same feeling. But rougher this time.."

As Enid smirked and giggled, an unusual smile creeped up on my lips. 

If this was what "love" felt like, and especially with Enid... I could stand to tolerate her music and dancing.

If only for the fact that this would be a fitting punishment for when she inevitably starts to whine and moan, I would truly give her something to moan about.

E N i D.