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

6. staring

you couldn't help it.

everytime she walked into your dorm room, you would stare at her.

her dancing ensnared you even though you were determined to work on your novel for what seemed like the umpteenth time, and it was because of your damned roommate, Enid.

"Enid, I am trying to work on my novel. Could you please sit still for just a few seconds?"

you watched as Enid pouted that sickeningly adorable pout as she sat on the bed. 

you stared at her. you knew it was wrong, but God, you couldn't help it. 

you watched as she scrolled through TikTok on her pink phone.

you tried to work on your novel again. 

but Enid started giggling, and you had a blush on your pale face.

you stared at her again, and now she was laying on her back, scrolling through her phone again.

it took everything you had not to shut her up with your lips.

you tried to focus on nothing but your novel.

"Wednesday?"

damn it. you stared at her again.

"What is it, Enid?"

you didn't mean to respond in such a deadpan manner, but it was your defense mechanism for her.

"I noticed thaaat... you keep staring at my ass. Do you like how it looks?"

fuck.

"D-don't be absurd, Enid. You are seeing things that are not there. My eyes have been focused on my novel."

that was when Enid sat directly in your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck and leaned in close.

"Wednesday. I know that you've been staring at me. Why do you think I've been doing things to distract you? I know that you want to kiss me. How long are you going to keep this up?"

a stalemate. you had no choice but to concede. a rising sensation was building down below you because of Enid sitting on your lap. 

"I... I want to kiss you so bad, Enid Sinclair..."

you gave up and allowed Enid to place her lips on yours for what seemed like hours.

Enid stared at you as you worked on your novel. you could feel her eyes on your ass and your face burned with embarrassment.

"Enid, please stop staring at my rear end. I assure you, it is not that big or round."

Enid giggled at your response, and you couldn't help but smirk at your attempt at a joke.

"it's a nice ass, Wednesday. Why don't you sit it on something more soft and comfortable?"

you giggled at Enid's flirting, which was something extremely out of character someone like you, but you couldn't help it.

and suddenly, you found yourself sitting on Enid's lap, kissing her hard and passionately.

your novel would not be finished tonight.

but something else definitely would.

E N i D.