The first rays of morning light filtered through the window, casting a pale glow over the room. Wednesday was the first to stir, her eyes snapping open as if she hadn't really been asleep at all.
The weight on her chest was still there. Warm. Steady.
Lunette.
She lay tangled in Wednesday's arms, still fast asleep, her head nestled against Wednesday's neck, their legs intertwined beneath the blanket. Wednesday's mind should have been racing—countless strategies for escape or retaliation running through her head—but instead, a strange calm settled over her.
For a moment, she didn't move. She simply stared up at the ceiling, her dark gaze sharp and focused, as though searching for answers in the cracks and shadows above.
The memory of the night before flickered through her mind—Lunette sleepwalking into her bed, the quiet warmth that followed—and Wednesday felt a familiar unease creep in. She should feel irritated, violated even. But instead, she felt... nothing. Or rather, nothing she wanted to admit to herself.
A low groan sounded from beside her as Lunette shifted, her face pressing deeper into Wednesday's shoulder. She stirred awake slowly, her eyes fluttering open in confusion, her brows knitting together as she tried to make sense of her surroundings.
"Morning," Wednesday said, her voice as deadpan as ever, though a flicker of amusement played behind her eyes.
Lunette froze, her breath catching as the realization hit her. She quickly lifted her head, her wide-eyed gaze locking with Wednesday's. "Oh, no. Did I—"
"You did," Wednesday confirmed, her voice cool but not unkind. "You sleepwalked. Right into my bed."
Lunette let out a small laugh, a lazy smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she glanced up at Wednesday, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Good morning," she whispered, her voice low and teasing. "Don't deny you liked it."
Wednesday's expression remained unreadable, her dark gaze boring into Lunette's. "If you think invading my personal space without consequence will go unnoticed, you're sorely mistaken."
Lunette chuckled softly, unbothered by the threat. "Come on, admit it. You enjoyed having me so close. I'd even say you're getting used to it."
Her words hung in the air, playful yet laced with something deeper, testing the waters of how far she could push. Wednesday's lips twitched, the slightest hint of a smirk threatening to break through, but she quickly suppressed it.
"I would advise you to watch where you tread," Wednesday warned, her voice as cool and sharp as ever. "Your luck might not last."
Lunette shifted slightly, her body still pressed against Wednesday's as she tilted her head closer, her breath warm against Wednesday's neck. "Maybe, but I'd say you're enjoying the risk."
Wednesday's dark eyes glinted with irritation as she glared at Lunette. "I'll smother you in your sleep," she threatened, her voice calm but deadly serious.
Lunette grinned, completely unfazed. "Hey, I don't mind getting smothered... as long as it's between your boobs. That'd be a graceful way to go."
Wednesday's gaze hardened, her expression unchanging, but the slightest twitch of her fingers betrayed her annoyance. "You have a remarkable ability to make death sound like an inconvenience."
Before Lunette could fire back another flirtatious comment, the dorm door swung open with a creak. Enid bounded in first, her energy as radiant as ever, followed closely by Bianca. Neither noticed Lunette nor Wednesday at first, assuming Wednesday was still lurking somewhere in her usual dark corner.
"Where is she?" Enid asked, glancing around the room. "I didn't see either of them when I woke up."
Her eyes scanned the beds, then landed on the sight of Lunette practically draped over Wednesday, their bodies still close, though there was a noticeable tension in the air.
Bianca stopped dead in her tracks, raising an eyebrow at the scene. "Well, damn... what do we have here?"
Enid's jaw dropped, blinking rapidly before a huge grin spread across her face. "Wait… what?! How did I miss this?" She looked between the two, her eyes wide with excitement. "You two slept like *that*?"
Lunette only smirked, not even bothering to move away. "Jealous, Sinclair?" she teased, winking at Enid.
Wednesday, on the other hand, looked thoroughly unamused, her dark gaze snapping from Enid to Bianca. "I despise all of you."
"That's what makes this so much more fun!" Enid chirped, completely ignoring Wednesday's sharp tone.
Bianca crossed her arms, her expression amused. "You know, I never thought I'd see the day when someone could put up with you, Addams."
Wednesday, now entirely fed up with the conversation, gently but firmly pushed Lunette off her, standing up with her usual cold grace. "I'm not 'putting up' with anything," she said flatly. "And you," she added, her eyes darting to Lunette, "are *not* staying in my bed again."
Lunette stretched lazily, clearly enjoying the chaos she'd caused. "We'll see about that," she said with a cheeky grin.
Wednesday, still glaring at Lunette, straightened her posture and walked over to the window, pointedly turning her back to the others. "If you're all done gawking, feel free to leave," she said, her tone as cold as ever.
Lunette grinned, knowing exactly how much she'd gotten under Wednesday's skin. She stretched out even more, a playful gleam in her eye. "Don't deny you liked it, Wednesday. You were practically holding me the entire time."
Wednesday's hand twitched ever so slightly, her head tilting just a fraction. "I did no such thing," she replied icily, her eyes remaining fixed on the view outside.
Enid, sitting cross-legged on her bed, giggled. "Oh, come on, Weds. It's okay to admit you didn't mind the cuddling. Look at you, all shy."
"I am *not* shy," Wednesday shot back, her voice dangerously low. "I'm annoyed."
"Sure," Lunette said, clearly enjoying herself. "But, if I recall, you didn't push me away. In fact…" She leaned in, her voice dropping to a playful whisper, "I think you enjoyed it."
Bianca chuckled from the corner, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. "Lunette, I'm surprised you're still alive after that."
"Oh, trust me," Lunette replied with a wink. "I'm living on the edge."
Enid's eyes sparkled with amusement. "You should really teach a class on how to flirt with death. Because, honestly, no one's ever gotten this close to Wednesday without, like, actual *danger* involved."
Lunette smirked, glancing back at Wednesday's stiff form. "I guess I'm just special."
Wednesday, refusing to let Lunette's words get to her, finally turned around, her expression as unreadable as ever. "If you consider being reckless and annoying 'special,' then by all means, continue."
Enid chimed in again, bouncing slightly on her bed. "So, does that mean we should expect more sleepovers, or was this a one-time thing?"
Bianca raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "I'm betting Wednesday's too stubborn to admit she didn't hate it."
Wednesday narrowed her eyes at them all. "There will be no more sleepovers, *ever*."
Lunette grinned, standing up slowly, brushing past Wednesday with a teasing look. "We'll see about that. You can't resist me forever."
Enid and Bianca finally decided to leave, sensing the tension in the room. As they walked out, Lunette stretched lazily, blinking her eyes. "What the fuck?" she muttered, looking around. She glanced toward the bathroom, noticing the door slightly ajar with hot steam rolling out.
Enid sent Lunette a quick text:
**[Bubblepop]**: *Meet us in the lunchroom. Don't take too long.*
**{Lunette}**: *Yeah, yeah, give us a minute.*
Lunette grinned, knowing Enid would be waiting for all the juicy gossip. Before she could get too lost in her thoughts,
Lunette's gaze flickered toward Wednesday, who had just stepped out of the bathroom, the steam framing her like a mysterious shadow. With a playful smirk tugging at her lips, Lunette spoke in a low, teasing tone.
"Well, well... all that hot steam, and here I thought it was just the room heating up from you."
Wednesday shot her a deadpan look, but Lunette just leaned back, tilting her head with a flirtatious glint in her eyes. "You don't have to be so modest, you know. I won't tell anyone how flustered I make you."
"I'm not flustered," Wednesday replied, her voice cold, though her eyes lingered on Lunette for a second too long.
"Sure, sure," Lunette cooed, standing up slowly and stretching with deliberate slowness, her body language confident. "But we both know you didn't mind me in your bed last night." She stepped closer, her smile widening as she watched Wednesday's expression harden. "In fact, I'd say you enjoyed it more than you're willing to admit."
Wednesday's jaw clenched, her eyes narrowing. "You're delusional."
"Am I?" Lunette's voice softened into a sultry whisper as she closed the distance between them, brushing her fingers lightly against Wednesday's arm. "Because your heartbeat tells a different story."
Lunette sighed but grinned nonetheless, knowing full well that for Wednesday, silence was as close to gratitude as she would get. As they both prepared to leave the room, Lunette could still feel the faint trace of warmth from their morning, lingering like a ghost in the corners of the room.
Together, they stepped out, heading toward whatever awaited them in the lunchroom.
Lunette walked down the hallway with Wednesday, not minding the stares that they were getting. ''Why do they stare so damn much?''
'' People stare when they find something entertaining or they want to figure out something about that person.''
Lunette nodded her head '' so you've been staring at me lately''
Wednesday stared blankly ahead not saying anything
Lunette smirked, her steps light and confident as she leaned in just a little closer to Wednesday. "Oh, so you're avoiding the question now? How mysterious of you," she teased, her voice dripping with playful charm.
Wednesday's expression didn't change, her eyes fixed ahead. "I don't avoid questions. I simply don't waste time on nonsense."
Lunette chuckled, unfazed. "Mmm, sure. But you didn't deny it. You *have* been staring at me." She tossed her hair over her shoulder, the flirty glint in her eyes impossible to miss. "You know, you're allowed to admit you find me intriguing."
Wednesday's gaze flicked sideways, barely acknowledging the remark. "I have therapy today," she said, her tone flat and direct. "I won't be in the dorm for a while."
Lunette's grin widened, catching the subtle deflection. "Ah, therapy. Gotta get your mind off me, huh? Makes sense. I tend to have that effect on people." Her voice was silky, teasing, pushing just enough to get under Wednesday's skin.
Wednesday's face remained unreadable, though there was a noticeable tension in her shoulders. "Don't flatter yourself, Lunette. My therapy sessions are far more valuable than indulging in your... ego."
Lunette leaned in slightly, her tone softer but still dripping with flirtatious intent. "Keep telling yourself that, Wednesday. We both know I'm stuck in your head, and therapy won't change that."
Wednesday's lips pressed into a thin line as they continued walking, her silence only making Lunette's grin grow.
Lunette and Wednesday walked into the lunchroom, the usual hum of voices filling the space. It didn't take long for Lunette to spot Bianca, Enid, and Ajax seated at their usual table near the center. Bianca and Ajax were engaged in conversation, but Enid... Enid sat stiffly, arms crossed, her eyes glaring at nothing in particular. As soon as she saw Wednesday and Lunette approach, her expression softened into a bright smile—though it was clear her mood had been anything but cheerful moments before.
Lunette's eyes flicked between Enid and Ajax, catching the tension before they even made it to the table. She leaned toward Wednesday, her voice a low murmur. "Seems like our roommate's in a mood. Wonder what he did this time."
Wednesday, as usual, offered no response. She walked to the table, her expression as indifferent as ever, and took her seat next to Enid, not acknowledging Ajax at all. Lunette, however, slid in beside Enid, her eyes sharp with curiosity.
"Morning, guys," Lunette greeted with a grin, though her gaze lingered on Enid, who was still pointedly avoiding Ajax's presence.
"Morning," Bianca replied, looking amused as ever. She shot a glance at Wednesday, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Everything... good?''
Before Lunette could answer, she noticed the way Enid was clenching her jaw, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. Clearly, something was up. Lunette leaned over, nudging Enid with her elbow. "Hey, want to grab breakfast with me? We could use some time away from the boys," she added, shooting a teasing look at Ajax, who raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
Enid's eyes flicked up in surprise, her smile forced. "Yeah... sure." She stood up quickly, and Lunette followed, the two of them walking towards the buffet together.
As soon as they were out of earshot, Enid let out a frustrated huff. "Ugh. Ajax is *so* annoying. I mean, seriously, he knows what he did, and he's just acting like everything's fine."
Lunette gave her a sympathetic look while grabbing a plate. "Guys can be like that. Sometimes they're clueless, other times they just want to avoid the drama."
Enid's gaze shifted, her eyes narrowing with curiosity. "Speaking of drama..." She shot Lunette a knowing look, a grin creeping back onto her face. "You and Wednesday. You ended up in her bed last night?"
Lunette chuckled, already knowing where this was going. "Oh, that? Yeah, I did. She won't admit it, but I think she kind of liked it."
Enid's eyes widened as she scooped some fruit onto her plate. "What?! No way. Wednesday, liking *anything* remotely romantic? You're messing with me."
Lunette shrugged, her grin playful. "I'm just saying she didn't kick me out. I woke up this morning all cozy in her arms."
Enid stared at Lunette like she had just revealed the secret to life itself. "Hold on. *Wednesday Addams*—the girl who flinches at any form of human contact—was *cuddling* you? In bed?"
Lunette's grin turned mischievous. "Well, she wouldn't call it cuddling, but... yeah, she didn't push me away. Maybe I'm just irresistible."
Enid shook her head, laughing in disbelief. "Okay, you have to tell me everything. How did that even happen? One second, you're her annoying thorn, and the next, you're sharing a bed?"
Lunette grabbed a pastry, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Let's just say... things are getting interesting."
Enid smiled, "How interesting."
"Interesting enough that when she gets back from therapy, she'll find me taking a nap in her bed… on accident," Lunette replied, putting air quotes around the word "accident" with a playful smirk.
Enid grinned wide, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ooh, niceee."
That was the last thing said before they both returned to the table, plates in hand, and slid back into their seats. Enid still seemed a bit distracted by her tension with Ajax, but her curiosity about Lunette and Wednesday kept her smiling. Lunette shot a quick glance at the clock, mentally preparing for the playful chaos she'd cause once Wednesday came back.
As Lunette and Enid settled back at the table, the air around them grew quieter. The sound of forks scraping against plates filled the space as Bianca eyed them curiously, still reading the room. Ajax remained silent, occasionally glancing at Enid with a hopeful look, though she barely acknowledged him.
Then, the shrill ring of the school bell cut through the cafeteria, signaling the start of the next period.
Wednesday was the first to move. She stood up from the table, her expression as unreadable as ever, and began gathering her things. "I have therapy," she said, more to herself than anyone else, preparing to make her exit.
Just as she turned to walk away, Lunette reached out softly under the table and gently grabbed her hand. For a brief moment, the world seemed to slow. Wednesday paused, glancing down at their hands, her dark eyes flickering with a mixture of curiosity and restraint. Lunette didn't say anything, just gave a soft squeeze before standing up herself, releasing Wednesday's hand as she straightened.
"See you later," Lunette said casually, her voice light but laced with something deeper.
Wednesday gave her one last look, a ghost of something unreadable in her gaze, before she turned on her heel and strode out of the cafeteria, her usual dark grace in every step.
Lunette, feeling the weight of the moment pass, turned back to Enid and Bianca. "Shall we?" she said with a smirk, falling into step with them as they headed toward science class, the echoes of the bell still ringing in the halls.
Wednesday's POV
As Wednesday walked out of the lunchroom, her mind was still replaying the moment Lunette had softly grabbed her hand under the table. It wasn't the gesture itself that threw her—it was the strange warmth that lingered afterward, the odd sense of calm that followed. She wasn't used to calm. Her life was built on chaos, discomfort, and carefully constructed emotional barriers. And yet, Lunette had slipped past one without even trying.
Her hand still felt the ghost of Lunette's touch as she walked through the halls, her face set in its usual expression of controlled indifference. She hated how her thoughts kept drifting back to it—how it made her feel something she couldn't quite name, and didn't want to. I loathe therapy. It is a useless exercise, where I am expected to bare my soul to someone who is paid to pretend they care. Still, Principal Weems insists, and there is something to be said about using my time with Dr. Kinbott to my advantage.Dr. Kinbott's office smelled faintly of lavender, a scent that was likely meant to be calming. It only irritated me further. I sat in the chair opposite her, my posture rigid and unmoving. She watched me with that faux-concerned look she always wore, as if I were some case study she couldn't quite crack. She sat in her usual place across from Dr. Kinbott, the room too bright, too cheerful for her taste. Dr. Kinbott was speaking, her voice the usual mixture of warmth and false understanding.
"I've been thinking about your last session, Wednesday. You said you were feeling detached from your emotions, yet here you are. Do you feel anything at all right now?"
Wednesday leaned back in the chair, her posture straight and her expression cold. "My emotions are my own business. I don't need to discuss them with someone who plays at understanding."
Dr. Kinbott smiled, her patience evident but no doubt wearing thin. "I'm not trying to intrude, Wednesday. But detachment can sometimes be a defense mechanism. You might be afraid of vulnerability."
Wednesday's eyes narrowed. "Vulnerability is a weakness. If you're implying I'm weak, you're even more delusional than I thought."
Dr. Kinbott chuckled softly, unbothered. "Not weak. Just human."
Wednesday looked away, her mind wandering back to Lunette's touch, the strange calm that had settled over her earlier. Human. That's what Lunette felt like—overly expressive, annoyingly alive, and yet... intriguing.
Before the therapist could continue her probing, Wednesday's patience finally snapped. "If this session is just going to be you analyzing my every word, save us both the time. I'm not interested in these little games."
Dr. Kinbott leaned forward slightly, her expression still soft, but with a sharpness that hadn't been there before. "This isn't a game, Wednesday. If you don't start talking about what's really going on in that head of yours, we'll never get anywhere."
Wednesday's eyes darkened. "I don't need you to get anywhere."
Wednesday finally emerged from the session. The moment she stepped out of the overly cheery office, the fresh air felt like a relief. Therapy was an exercise in futility.
As she rounded the corner of the building, a familiar face greeted her—Tyler Galpin. He was leaning against the wall, his casual stance at odds with the intensity in his eyes.
"Since when did you start seeing Dr. Kinbott?" he asked, the curiosity evident in his voice. His gaze trailed over her, searching for some kind of answer.
Wednesday's lip twitched, unimpressed by his sudden interest. "That's none of your concern."
Tyler straightened, pushing off the wall to stand directly in her path. "I didn't take you for someone who would see a shrink. Guess I was wrong."
She shot him a withering look. "People make that mistake often."
Tyler raised an eyebrow, clearly not willing to back down. "So, what's going on? You don't seem like the type who enjoys getting their head shrunk."
Wednesday's gaze never wavered. "I don't enjoy much, Galpin. But sometimes I tolerate things to achieve a greater purpose."
A brief silence hung between them before Tyler shrugged, his demeanor relaxing. "Fair enough. Just curious, that's all."
Wednesday wasn't interested in satisfying his curiosity. She had more pressing matters to deal with—like understanding why Lunette seemed so determined to invade her space, both physically and mentally. The thought alone was enough to make Wednesday feel irritated. But there was also something else, a feeling she couldn't quite name and didn't want to.
With one last glance at Tyler, she walked away, her mind already calculating the next step, leaving him standing there, watching her retreat into the shadows once again.
The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across Nevermore as Wednesday made her way back from therapy. Her boots clicked sharply against the stone path, a sound that echoed through the otherwise quiet afternoon. She could still feel the lingering irritation from her session with Dr. Kinbott. It wasn't the questions that bothered her—it was the insinuation that she needed help.
As she entered Ophelia Hall, she made her way to her dorm, intent on burying herself in homework and shutting out the world. The familiar darkness of the hallway was a welcome reprieve from the bright and suffocating warmth of the outside world. She felt herself relax slightly, her focus shifting to the tasks ahead.
The door to her room creaked slightly as she pushed it open, her dark eyes immediately scanning the space. Everything was in order—the books stacked neatly on her desk, her typewriter resting in its usual place—until her gaze fell on her bed.
Lunette.
Again.
She was sprawled across the mattress, half-buried under Wednesday's neatly arranged black covers. Her hair was splayed across the pillow in soft waves, her breathing steady and peaceful. The covers had slipped down, exposing her shoulder and part of her back.
Wednesday's lips pressed into a thin line as she approached the bed. This is becoming a habit, she thought, feeling the slightest twinge of exasperation. Lunette's audacity to sneak into her bed, uninvited and unapologetic, was nothing short of maddening. But instead of waking her, Wednesday stood there, staring at her for a moment, studying the serene look on Lunette's face.
The cover continued to slip, threatening to fall completely off her body. Without thinking, Wednesday reached down and pulled the blanket back up, covering Lunette's shoulder. The motion was instinctual, quick, and far gentler than she would have liked to admit.
Her fingers brushed against the fabric, and for a second, her gaze softened. Lunette's presence was irritating, but it wasn't unbearable. It was a different kind of irritation, one that settled under her skin but didn't demand immediate rejection. A contradiction, much like the girl who seemed intent on invading her space.
Wednesday straightened, her expression returning to its usual stoic mask. She stepped back from the bed, her eyes narrowing as she assessed Lunette's sleeping form one last time before turning to her desk. She had homework to complete—far more important than whatever strange emotions she was beginning to feel.
Sitting down at her desk, she pulled out her assignments, determined to focus on her work. Yet, out of the corner of her eye, she found herself glancing back at Lunette every now and then.
One day, she'll pay for this constant invasion of my personal space, Wednesday mused, her pen moving across the paper. But for now, she would let her sleep.
For now.
BACK TO LUNETTE'S
A soft stir disrupted the quiet of the room. Lunette shifted beneath the covers, her body unconsciously curling deeper into the warmth of Wednesday's bed. For a moment, she remained blissfully unaware of her surroundings, her mind caught in the haze of sleep. But as she blinked her eyes open, the first thing she noticed was the distinct scent of ink and something darker, more elusive—like old books and mystery.
Wednesday.
Her eyes darted to the desk, where Wednesday sat, over a notebook, her focus unbroken. Lunette smiled lazily, her muscles slowly waking up as she stretched beneath the covers. She hadn't meant to stay this long—at least, that's what she'd tell herself—but Wednesday's bed was just too inviting, too warm.
With a soft sigh, she shifted again, the blanket rustling. That's when she noticed it. The blanket had been pulled up higher, covering her more snugly than when she'd first fallen asleep. A flicker of realization passed through her. Wednesday had covered her.
The thought brought a smirk to Lunette's lips, her eyes flicking toward Wednesday, who remained seated at her desk, still writing. Without making a sound, Lunette sat up, pushing the covers aside, and padded barefoot across the room. Her movements were slow, deliberate, a quiet anticipation building as she approached the other girl. She leaned against Wednesday's desk, her eyes flicking down to the notes scattered across the surface before they locked onto Wednesday's focused expression.
"You didn't wake me," Lunette said, her voice low, playful. She leaned in closer, her lips just inches from Wednesday's ear, her breath warm against her skin. "How thoughtful."
Wednesday didn't flinch, though her fingers tightened ever so slightly around her pen. "Your unconscious presence was less bothersome than your awake one," she replied, her voice as flat as ever, though there was a distinct edge to her words.
Lunette chuckled softly, her hand reaching up to trail along Wednesday's neck, her fingers cool against her pale skin. She took her time, her touch light but intentional, tracing the curve of Wednesday's collarbone before sliding her hand down to rest gently on her chest.
"You're always so cold," Lunette teased, her lips curling into a smirk. "Maybe I should warm you up."
Wednesday's body tensed slightly, though her gaze remained locked on the paper in front of her. "Remove your hands before I remove them for you," she said, her voice dripping with icy warning, though her usual venom seemed diluted.
Lunette's fingers lingered, pressing just a bit firmer as she leaned closer, her lips brushing the edge of Wednesday's jaw. "You say that, but you haven't moved yet." Her voice was a soft purr, her words deliberate as she continued to test Wednesday's limits. "Maybe you like the attention."
Wednesday finally turned her head, her dark eyes locking onto Lunette's. "Your persistence is both annoying and predictable," she said, though her voice was quieter now, the intensity of her gaze betraying a hint of something else. "But I won't tolerate it forever."
Lunette's smirk widened, her fingers brushing Wednesday's skin one last time before she pulled away, letting her hands fall back to her sides. "We'll see about that, Addams," she said, her tone teasing yet confident. "You haven't pushed me away yet."
Wednesday's eyes narrowed, but the corner of her lips twitched ever so slightly. "There's always a first time."
Lunette laughed lightly, stepping back. "We'll see about that." She started toward the door, casting one last look over her shoulder. "See you later, Wednesday. Maybe I'll come back tonight. By accident, of course."
As Lunette left the room, Wednesday stared at the door for a moment longer, her gaze lingering where Lunette had just been. Her mind was already working through a dozen ways to ensure this wouldn't become a habit, but deep down, in a place she would never acknowledge, she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to stop it.