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Defeating Crackstone became the turning point for Wednesday Addams in more ways than one. As the Undead Pilgrims body turned to ash it was like the gates of her mind, body, and soul were flung open. The goth was still morbid and withdrawn, yet when it came to a certain blonde werewolf she became to open up, show a side of herself that no one else had the privileges' of glimpsing. If you asked them if they would ever see Wednesday Addams dance? If she could dance? They'd laugh in your face. Yet here they now all stood in Nevermores Ballroom, the Goth Psychic and Pastel Werewolf in the center of the room, as the band tuned their instruments preparing for the performance.
Wednesday hadn't been planning to take part in this, it had been Enids idea, she loved dancing, not entering a dance competition was against her very being. She knew Wednesday knew how to dance, the two would sometimes slow dance in their dorm after a particularly hard day to unwind. The goth had fought against the very notion of putting herself in the spotlight with everything she had; until Enid spoke the magic words.
"I guess Bianca will win." And thus Wednesdays fate was sealed.
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That was how the goth found herself dressed up in the middle of the dance floor with all who had decided to come watch the competition starring at her and the blonde werewolf like they'd grown a second head. No one had known until their names were called to take the dance floor for their 4 minutes, the time given for each pairings dance. Before Wednesday and Enid, it had been Yoko and Bianca doing a waltz; it was decent, before them Xavier and Ajax performing a salsa if it could be called that; they failed miserably. Wednesday hadn't paid attention to any of the other pairings, none were worthy enough to be considered rivals.
"I can't believe you talked me into this." The goth muttered as she took her place in the middle of the dance floor, back straight eyes forward. "Your demise will be quick and painless." After much debate she and Enid had settled on the Tango.
Enid chuckled moving to stand behind the the goth purring, "Good little girl." Hand moving around the goths waist brushing against the fabric of her dress to rest on her stomach, "Always picking a fight with me." Forehead resting lightly against the back of the shorter woman's head for a brief second, "You know I'm bad. But your spending the night with me." A hidden meaning, if Wednesday didn't wish to be there, she wouldn't. "What do you want from my world?" Her hand moved up Wednesday torso skimming over the goths chest as the music began, "You're my good little girl."
Wednesdays hand met Enids as it rested on her stomach, "Good little girl? Don't you know what you do to me?" Hand pressed against Enids as it came to cover her heart, "I know you're not bad. Yet your breaking the rules for me." Truth. Enid had begun to following Wednesday whenever she went off to do something potentially considered 'illegal'. The goth lowered slightly shifting to the right as Enids hand slipped out of Wednesdays the blonde moving to the left posture straight, hand moving across the shorter girls back, "Now you're apart of my world." The raven whispered, turning to meet Enid, dark eyes meeting blue, "You're my good little girl."
Blonde werewolf stepping around Wednesday turning on her toes as the goths hands trail against her waist, "I know just what you are." Arms raised as they came together for a brief moment, the shorter woman now behind the taller, "Your eyes reflect the stars." Enid had taken to calling Wednesday her Moon, her Night.
The goth supports the blonde as she leans back against her, a slight falling motion, "Love that little pout you wear." Her lips brushing against the back Enids cheek, her right hand resting on the girls abdomen, fingers spread out, left hand resting on her waist, "When you realize something."
Two become one briefly as they take a medium, stride to the left, "Not so far from me." Enid rises twirling in Wednesdays arms as the raven comes to stand flush with her, Enid looking at Wednesdays eyes, the other staring at the blondes lips, a planned part of the routine. Enids right hand rests against the back of Wednesday neck, left stopping just on her upper right shoulder. Their lips brushed together ever so slightly, "Corrupting subtly." The goths hands rest against Enids back, fingers spread across her skin almost possessively, "But something tells me you know that, darling." Enid knew she was falling, yet she did nothing to stop it, almost embracing it.
Moving back the way they had come they turn, once, twice, "You walked right into the lions den..." Enid words drift off as she turns alone in Wednesdays arms hands hovering inches away from her waist to keep from interrupting the movement, the shorter woman takes a step back with her left foot following Enid like there was no other choice for her in this world, the blondes sentence picking back up as they reunite, "...saying, 'Please take me.'" Wednesdays right hand rests on Enids back, her left on her girlfriends stomach, faces an inch apart, "Your sacrificing your innocence, don't you know, baby." The goth pointing out that Enid was letting go of her oh so good nature, to dip herself into the darkness that was Wednesday. A light blush spreads across Enids cheeks at the pet name, Wednesday not one to use that particular one except to get a rise out of her.
Taking a few steps, it looks as it Wednesdays is guiding Enid to a particular spot, like preparing to ask an important question. Enid follows left hand resting on Wednesdays arm, the other drifting to her back, grazing against Wednesdays hand that rests there. An inch from being flush against one another eyes locked, "No, there's no going back. So take another step." Wednesdays hands moved against Enids body as they close the distance between one another, eyes going to each others lips as they lean in, "Even if you try, I'll always pull you back in." Even on the days where Wednesday would withdraw into her shell of solitude, Enid had a way of pulling her right back out. For in the darkest of times, is when the light shines brightest.
Wednesdays left hand trails up Enids right side moving to run along her arms as the blonde raises her head tilting back away from Wednesday, "Good little girl. Always picking a fight with me." The ravens left hand reaches Enids as they begin to move once more, "You know I'm bad. Yet you're spending the night with me." The Moon takes a step, the Sun following, "What do you want from my world?" Enid taking a step back seeming to pull Wednesday with her, as the goth follows willingly, "You're my good little girl."
Moments pass as the two glide across the floor, each step, turn, twist, glance falling in perfect harmony with the music as it played. For a time neither says anything, reveling in the moment, the closeness. They had danced together before yes, but nothing like this. The Tango was personal, it was attraction, desire, lust, the pull from one to another. In that moment they were not Wednesday and Enid, they were two magnets pulled to one another, unwilling to separate even if someone were to try and drag them apart. As they began to focus back in, remember that they were in a competition, that there were others watching, Enid taunted once more; Wednesday meeting her every step of the way never the first to back down.
Good little girl.
I know you're not bad.
Don't you know what you do to me.
Yet you're breaking the rules for me.
Wednesday hold breaks for just a moment as Enid turns in her arms, a small tanned hand coming to rest on her right side, "Now you're apart of my world." They step forward, "You're my good little girl."
They surge forward with long strides, Wednesday turning them both around until the once again face the same direction, they stop, another quick spin for Enid as her feet come together, arm passing in front of her face as Wednesday catches her lowering her in a dip. The werewolf's back arches as her arm stretches out in a curve before being pulled back to her feet. Blue eyes starring off into the distance as Wednesdays fingers press against her left hip, cold hand resting on her right elbow, Enids right arm held out behind her. Wednesdays lips brush against her ear as they pause for a moment that feels like an eternity. "Don't you know that I'm a villian, every night I'm out there killing. Sending everybody running through the streets; like they're all children." The goth steps around Enid moving to stand behind the taller girl once more, fingers running along her back, "I know why you're mad at me, afraid my demon eyes can see; everything you've ever wanted, and you bet I know... it's me." Enids arms spread out from her sides, Wednesdays hands running along them guiding them around the blonde in her hold, Enids eyes close back flush against the psychic, "I know all your deepest fears. Baby, I'm not from here. I'm from the Nightosphere."
Once again they move, hands over skin, over cloth, twisting turning, each forgetting where one begins and the others ends. Another sharp step, Enid twists hands raised above her head she stops, Wednesday stands in front against her, no gap in distance to be seen between the Sun and Moon. "To me you're clear, transparent." Her arms come down falling to her sides as Wednesday leans closer, lips parted, barely a centimeter and the two would kiss, they turn together their breath intertwining with one another, "You've got a thing for me girl. It's apparent."
Fire flickers to life in Wednesdays eyes as the music becomes more sensual if at all possible, they step, Enids feet leave the floor as the smaller woman spins her around. Despite her size the goth had been training her whole life, she may not have werewolf strength, but that didn't mean she couldn't hold her own. Feet reconnect with the floor as Enid is lowered into another small dip, both facing one another, as their hands fall as if now dancing a waltz. Enids left leg comes up, knee stopping at hip height as Wednesday leans back, the blonde resting her calf against a tanned thigh, the raven steps back pulling her wolf with her. A brief moment as they move back across the floor, the tension between the two thick in the air as some spectators find themselves fanning themselves. A few whispers reaching the ears of the two dancers.
"Could cut the sexual tension with a butter knife."
"I wish I had someone who would look at me that way."
"I can't tell if Wednesday wants to kill her or fuck her."
"Maybe both."
The two each took a step, coming to a stop Wednesday right foot forward for support as Enid leaned back into a low dip, head at waist height, she made brief eye contact with Yoko who had a knowing smirk on her face. The were wolf blushed then wink, her right hand pressing against Wednesdays stomach moving up slowly as the goth brought her back so they were once again looking at one another. Stepping back across the room, their Tango continued no one quite knowing what to expect next from the pair, always a surprise when Wednesday pulled a moved that showcased her hidden strength, something many forgot the girl possessed. When looking at an Addams you'd think they were just a family of goth humans with psychic powers or cursed blood. IN reality they were a mixing pot of all the different species of outcasts combined. You'd be hard pressed to find a type of outcast not somewhere on the Addams family tree.
Every few moves the goth would have Enid off the floor, in a twirl, a jump, a twist. The blonde who showed more muscle then the petite goth in this dance was portrayed as slender, flexible; where as the smaller woman was the one portrayed as masculine, strength, confidence. Both sensual regardless, each overflowing with appeal.
The moment that would linger in everyone's mind is when the two moved, Enid in front and Wednesday behind her. The blonde seeming to glide into the air as dark-haired girl lifted her off the ground; long slender legs curling back to hold on to Wednesdays hips for a brief moment as the raven turned them around once before Enid descended back down to the ground. They didn't know what could top that, until once again the couple knock everyone expectations out of the water.
Enid stood where she was as Wednesday took a step back hand loosely holding the other woman's hand, before the werewolf was moving forward. Wednesdays knees bending just slightly as both her arms wrapped around the back of Enids waist, the blonde feet leaving the ground as she spun in the air twisting over Wednesdays left shoulder, briefly horizontal with the ground as Wednesdays head turned to the right. Left arm guiding Enids body in another turn over Wednesdays shoulders as the goths right arm reached out to catch her from the other side. Tanned hands grasped Enids waist, her left arm over Wednesdays shoulder as the goth caught her in her descent, legs poised as Wednesday spun them around, before the werewolf's high heels once again reconnected with the wooden floor of the ballroom. From one fluid motion to another as Enid was spun once more, dropping into another low dip, Wednesday standing above her gazing down upon her stunning girlfriend.
Though Enid was supporting her weight, they way she held herself gave her the air of appearing weightless, almost angelic as Wednesday slowly, oh so slowly brought her back towards her. Gazing down at Enid as if she was the only one in the world, their lips just bare of brushing against one another as Wednesday purred, "Good little girl. Always picking a fight with me." Her hand left hand taking Enids right, her right hand placed just under Enids right arm, as the werewolf's head turned to the right, right leg coming up slowly before stretching out in the same direction she was looking. A few whistles filling the air from the young adults present. Ignoring them, though thoughts of murder did pass through her mind albeit briefly, Wednesday turned Enid the blondes leg still in the air, weight resting on the tip of her left foots high heel. "You know I'm bad. But you're spending the night with me."
Enid didn't have a chance to response as Wednesday led her through the last handful of movements, twists and turns causing her mind to drift. Wondering if this is was how it felt to be played like Wednesdays Cello. Intensity, purpose, overwhelming feeling of being the goths solo focus during that time. The heat coursing through her body made Enid feel like the Sun, wondering if that was why Wednesday had chosen the nickname, because she knew the effect her words and actions had on her. She'd have to ask from other time.
As they came to the last step in the dance a smile tugged as Wednesdays lips as she spun Enid one last time, like a ballerina in the middle of her solo dance, before catching her, guiding her down into a slow deep dip. Enids back arched arm stretched, the music fading as they both stood there for a moment, silence covering the room for a brief time. Then applause breaking out from the spectators as the spell they had been trapped in broke.
Wednesday pulled Enid up, arm wrapping around her waist as she kissed her girlfriend deeply, colorfully painted hands grabbing Wednesdays collar, the two breaking the kiss for a brief second to look at one another, each whispering the same line.
Now that you can't leave my world.
Be my good little girl.
Good little girl.
The group that surrounded them after was suffocating to say the least. Questions thrown around asking Wednesday where she learned to dance like that, only saying, "I'm an Addams." As if that was the answer they had been looking for. If someone asked Enid she'd just smile saying she had a very good teacher, that teacher being Wednesday. It took them a while but they eventually managed to separate from the crowd, Wednesday pulling her out of the ballroom, through the school, back to their dorm where she pulled the blonde back to her, continuing the kiss from earlier.
They would later learn that because of their early departure, Yoko and Bianca had won by default. Wednesday while upset by Bianca's victory due to her inability to keep her hands off Enid, accepted it rather quickly. Content with the memory she had made with Enid, being a better reward overall.