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Wednesday sat in her dark bedroom at her desk, and typed away on her laptop. She didn't think she'd find her human sexuality class this interesting, but here she was, reading countless articles about kinks after being asked to write a paper on a human sexual behavior of her choice.
It was a short essay, only 2,000 words required. Normally, Wednesday would have finished an assignment like this by now, and moved on to write something else like her novel, but she found herself immersed. She searched up different kinks that sparked her intrigue, kinks she wanted to try. Her paper was now nearing 5,000 words. She’d have to shorten it for her professor, and keep the second half of the paper just for herself.
Wednesday and Tyler had explored several kinks already in their nearly one year of being together. Like scratching, hair pulling, painplay, primal kink, cum kink, they had sex while Tyler was in his Hyde form one time - though their size difference, and Tyler’s discomfort, caused some technical difficulties, so they only partook in brief oral sex. Wednesday had a praise kink that she’d only recently stopped being embarrassed about, and now her gears were turning with new ideas.
Unfortunately, they had to be careful about their sexual volume as Tyler had upstairs neighbors, and Wednesday didn't want her family to hear her in the throes of passion. Fortunately, this issue would be fixed soon.
She finished typing her final words, before she decided she absolutely needed to stop. Though she usually didn’t tire easily, it was 1 AM, and she was struggling to keep her eyes open. Wednesday made a new copy of the document to keep for future reference, then shortened her current one to turn in, before closing all of her tabs. As if on cue, her computer pinged with an email. It was Tyler.
So our plan for tomorrow evening still works? <3
Wednesday typed. Yes. I’ll take the bus, and meet you when your shift ends?
She sent the message, then refreshed her email a few times, waiting for his response.
Perfect. I’ll get the food prepared for the picnic. Little Bee misses you, she’s been purring every time I say your name :) You have her leash right?
Wednesday’s lips twitched up into a small smile. I miss her too. And you. Yes, I will bring her leash with me.
Bee, short for Belladonna, was their nine month old kitten they had joint custody of. Back in February, Tyler found her mewling under the dumpster outside his apartment when he was taking out the garbage. It was freezing cold, and pouring rain. She was wet and shivering on a piece of cardboard, and her skin was nearly cold to touch.
Belladonna’s mother was nowhere to be found. Tyler called the Addam’s landline, which Wednesday had given him the number of in case of an emergency. Wednesday remembered Lurch calling for her with a concerned grunt, and handing her the telephone. The first thing she heard was Tyler sobbing.
Once he told her he found a cold, baby kitten who he feared would die, Wednesday searched up where to find powdered kitten formula and a bottle, put on her coat, and ran to the nearby pet store, then ran almost the entire way to his house.
~
Wednesday frantically knocked on the door, and tried to catch her breath. She knew that Tyler would likely be set back in his therapeutic developments if this kitten died- she’d make sure that didn’t happen.
Tyler answered the door. His face was red, and his eyes were swollen. He was shirtless with the small kitten pressed against his bare, scarred chest. Wednesday stepped inside, kicked off her wet boots, and shut the door behind her.
“How is the kitten?” she asked.
“S-Still kind of cold, and they’re so young. I d-don’t know what to do. I’m trying out skin to skin contact cause I heard that helps keep babies warm. You brought the milk?” he sniffled.
“Yes.” Wednesday wiggled off her wet coat, then placed her hands on Tyler’s shoulders, and gently guided him to his couch. They sat as Wednesday draped her arm over his shoulders, and caressed his arm with her thumb.
“Let me see the cat, please,” she requested.
Tyler handed her the tiny feline, then watched her intently as she examined them.
She cradled them in her hands. The kitten was black and fuzzy, though tufts of their fur were still damp, and slightly matted. She was sure they were no older than a week considering how tiny they were. The kitten's eyes were open, but it looked like they hadn’t been for long, and their ears were still curled in slightly. Wednesday flipped the kitten around, and lifted their short tail. The kitten’s genitals were in the shape of the letter “i”. If she was remembering correctly, that meant the kitten was female.
“Tyler, can you please search up how to determine the sex of a kitten?”
He grabbed his phone, and frantically typed.
“I believe she is about a week old. Her ears are still a bit curled, her eyes are open, but very small, and they’re still blue. She desperately needs milk.”
Tyler passed Wednesday the phone to show her a photo of male vs female kitten anatomy. “You think she’s a she?”
“Positive, she’s female,” Wednesday confirmed. “My hands are cold, so you should hold her. She needs warmth.”
Tyler took the whimpering kitten in his hands, and softly cooed, “You’re okay little one,” before pressing her against his chest again.
Wednesday couldn’t deny this was probably the cutest thing she’d ever seen. Her cold, black heart swelled with affection that would have disgusted her a few years earlier.
Wednesday grabbed Tyler’s sweater from beside her on the couch. “You should wrap her in this. You’re warm, but you might not be warm enough.”
Tyler handed the kitten back to Wednesday. “Can you wrap her up?” He then proceeded to remove his pants and underwear.
Wednesday raised her eyebrows in amusement and confusion. “What are you doing?”
“My Hyde form is warmer than my human form. I can heat her up better that way while you make her the milk,” he said.
Wednesday wrapped the mewling kitten in the sweater, and prepared herself to see the second cutest thing she’d ever seen.
Tyler transformed into his Hyde form, standing tall and magnificent above Wednesday, his head dangerously close to his ceiling, then crossed his arms in front of him to make a cradle. He crouched in front of her, and settled on his knees beside the couch, and table so Wednesday could put the wrapped kitten in his arms. Once she was secure, Tyler carefully cradled her against his chest.
Wednesday grabbed the kitten formula and bottle, then rushed into the kitchen. She opened the cabinet where Tyler kept his pots, and fetched a saucepan, then filled it with some water, and put it on the stove. Wednesday shook the formula and water filled bottle to mix it, then put it in the pan to heat up. The kitten was still whimpering, which Wednesday figured was a good sign, because it likely meant she at least had some energy left in her. Such a small, young animal should have probably died with how cold it was outside, but luckily she didn’t.
Wednesday dipped her fingers in the saucepan’s water. It was warming up, but it wasn't warm enough yet. Suddenly, she heard Tyler purring softly behind her. It was a deep rumble from his chest, one that she herself had felt once before. Wednesday looked behind her into the living room, and saw Tyler gently rocking back and forth. The kitten was so tiny compared to Tyler’s long, large arms he cradled her with - it was adorable how he was a large apex predator that could barely fit in the living room, but he held this small creature so tenderly. Soon, the kitten's high pitched mewls became soft whimpers as Tyler’s purrs calmed her. Wednesday found herself blinking as she watched them, and she didn’t normally blink unless she was feeling… fuzzier sensations.
She grabbed the bottle from the pan, then squeezed some milk on the back of her hand to make sure it wasn’t too hot as she rushed over to Tyler. Wednesday used his phone to search up proper kitten feeding posture, then sat beside him, and gently grabbed the bundled feline from his arms so she could hold her upright. Wednesday placed the bottle in front of the kitten’s mouth, but she wouldn’t latch on.
Next, Wednesday rubbed the nipple of the bottle on the kitten’s lips, and still, nothing. Tyler was still purring, trying to keep the kitten calm while Wednesday tried to hide her panic, and focus on figuring this out. She pushed the bottle in the kitten’s mouth, and moved the nipple back and forth. Thankfully, she latched on, and started ravenously slurping.
Wednesday chuckled through her nose as the kitten gulped. She didn't realize she'd been holding her breath, and judging by the large exhale Tyler released, he’d been holding his too. The kitten was no longer mewling, and she now seemed much more alert. Her eyes were open wider, and she was looking between Wednesday and Tyler.
Wednesday felt a large, warm arm wrap around her, and she turned and met Tyler’s gaze. He was smiling at her, baring his sharp teeth cutely as he hovered around her and the tiny feline. Her lips curled into a small smirk.
When the kitten was done feeding, Tyler transformed back into his human form, and he and Wednesday went outside to check once more for the kitten’s mother. It had been over an hour and a half since Tyler found her beneath the dumpster. After roaming up and down the alley, and a neighboring one, they still found no sign of any other cats.
Wednesday threw a towel in the dryer for a few minutes to warm it up, while Tyler cradled the kitten in his toasty hands. They wrapped her in the warm towel, then Wednesday held her while Tyler drove them to the vets office.
He removed his right hand from the wheel, and rested it on Wednesday’s thigh. “I was thinking maybe.. we could keep her?”
“We?”
“Yeah, or just me if you don’t like the idea. But we could keep her together. Have joint custody, or something,” Tyler grinned.
Wednesday thought about it for a moment. Having a cat with Tyler. They’d only been together for three months, but those past three months had been extremely pleasant, and she and Tyler were discovering that they were likely true mates. Wednesday loved Tyler, and she knew that no matter what happened to their relationship, they’d at least always be close friends.
“Okay, let’s do it.”
Tyler’s grin grew, and he squeezed her thigh, his eyes still on the road. “We should name her then. Something cool, and deadly.”
Wednesday tried to think of something deadly that would suit a kitten. She wasn’t one who loved fluffy or fuzzy animals, she was far more fond of scaly animals, and creepy crawlies. But she couldn't deny that there was something appealing about this kitten in particular.
After a few moments, nightshade came to mind. A plant with sweet, purplish black berries that would kill you if consumed. Sweet like the kitten was, but also deadly. It was perfect. But, she didn’t want to name her cat after her high school’s secret society, or the poison that wreaked so much unwanted havoc her sophomore year. However, nightshade was also known as belladonna, a much nicer name in Wednesday’s opinion.
“What about Belladonna?”
Tyler nodded. “Yeah, I like that. It’s cute.”
~
Wednesday closed her computer, then carefully stepped around the stack of boxes behind her chair that she’d continuously run into. She was on the verge of losing her mind with how unorganized her room was- and not in the fun way.
As much as she wanted to move in with Tyler, she was dreading the messiness of it all, and the change made her nervous. All her life she’d only ever known the Addam’s mansion, but now she’d be moving into a two bedroom house that was a ten minute drive away. What if the new house wasn't haunted? She tried her best not to ruminate too much.
After searching through her disorderly room, she found Bella’s leash on the floor beside her bed, and placed it on her nightstand for tomorrow. As she brushed her teeth, she thought about ways she could spark a conversation with Tyler about kink exploration. Neither of them were prudish, but sex still sometimes made Wednesday nervous, and Tyler had quite a few hard limits and discomforts due to his trauma, so she tried her best to be careful about sexual conversations.
Tomorrow was their one year anniversary, and they planned to do a blood pact, and some sex magic. Maybe afterwards she’d ask Tyler how he felt about exploring new kinks, and if there were any he wanted them to try.
Wednesday changed into her pajamas, and slipped under the covers as she made a mental list of kinks in her head, fighting off her arousing thoughts so she could get some sleep.
~*~
Wednesday walked to The Dark Dahlia to meet Tyler. She’d just left her class, and decided she’d show up early so she could finish her assignment in her booth, and perhaps work on her novel.
It was the same one she was writing when she started seeing Tyler again last year, but she’d been writing slower now that she’d finally got the first three Viper De La Muerte novels published months earlier. Wednesday had been attending college for two months, and she wanted time to spend with Tyler, as well as Enid and Bianca when they came into town.
Wednesday entered the gloomy shop, then sat in her booth, and retrieved her laptop from its case. She couldn’t see Tyler at the front. He was likely in the backroom baking today. As a result of Tyler’s influence, The Dark Dahlia expanded to being a bakery as well as a cafe, and Tyler was head baker. He still worked as a barista sometimes, usually to make their specialty drinks that featured latte art, but he’d been spending most of his time baking as the demand for pastries increased.
After finishing her assignment, she opened her novel files to proofread her drafts, and plan her next moves. Before she knew it, Tyler came and sat in front of her, interrupting her from her thoughts.
“Hey,” he smiled.
Wednesday closed her laptop. “Hello.”
“Are you ready to go?” he asked. He’d changed out of his uniform, and was now wearing blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and his brown, worn-in leather jacket. He looked very appealing as always.
“Yes.”
~*~
Tyler spread their gray picnic blanket on the ground in the grass clearing, headstones surrounded them. Wednesday placed the picnic basket on the blanket while Belladonna writhed, and thrashed under her arm, trying to free herself and run.
When Wednesday grabbed ahold of her leash, and loosened her grip on Bella’s torso, she leaped out of her grasp, and started bouncing on the ground. She tried to pounce on Tyler, but her harness held her back, and soon enough she lost interest in him, and turned her attention to a bird out in the distance, which she pulled on her leash to charge at with no avail.
“Hold your horses, Bee,” Tyler chuckled.
“Someone’s excited,” Wednesday said.
She sat criss-cross on the blanket facing Tyler, while Bella worked out her zoomies, and sniffed everything she could get her little nose on. They were having a picnic in the cemetery they went to for their second date. It was one of their favorite places to go together, and they hadn’t been in a few months. Tyler opened the picnic basket, and pulled out some containers, thermoses, and cutlery, then unloaded them onto the blanket. The meal was a surprise. Tyler wouldn’t tell her what he was making, so Wednesday secretly packed grandmama’s arsenic chocolate chip cookies that he loved as her own surprise for him.
Tyler removed the lids from the food containers to reveal steak, rosemary roasted potatoes, and cream of mushroom soup- Wednesday’s favorite foods he’d ever made her. She smiled at the sight. The wonderful smells filled the air, and made her mouth water.
Wednesday's chest warmed from how much effort he put into the meal. Finally, his hands touched the small paper bag she snuck into the basket. Tyler furrowed his eyebrows, then grinned in recognition.
“Are these?”
“Grandmama’s arsenic cookies? Yes.”
“You’re amazing,” he said as he placed the paper bag on the blanket beside the rest of the food. “Oh, and we can’t forget Bella’s favorite beef.” He set the small container down with the rest of the food.
They each scooped food onto their plates, and Wednesday opened Bella’s dinner container. The feline quickly stood from where she was laying on her stomach, and sniffed the air.
“Bella, sit,” Wednesday commanded.
She sat, her posture straight, and her fuzzy ears perked up.
“Good,” Wednesday said as she placed Bella’s food in front of her. She ate her beef, her tail sliding side to side across the blanket.
Wednesday and Tyler ate in a comfortable silence, sneaking glances at each other periodically, then both looking away, and smirking like they were a couple of school children with crushes. The steak was tender and flavorful, and the rosemary potatoes were soft and crispy. The cream of mushroom soup was rich and earthy in flavor. It made her chest heat pleasantly as she ate it, a sensation she used to dislike, but she'd now grown to enjoy and associate it with Tyler’s cooking. Soon enough, they’d finished their meal, ate some of grandmama’s cookies, and filled each other in on new life developments.
“I talked to Lucas and Ajax earlier. They’re settling into their apartment well, and we’re gonna hang out Tuesday,” Tyler said.
Tyler was introduced to Ajax by Enid and Bianca when they came to visit Wednesday back in January. They instantly clicked, and soon enough Ajax was properly introduced to Lucas when he was in town. Quickly, the three of them became a trio. They’d visit each other as often as they could, which wasn't as often as they'd like. So, finally Ajax and Lucas decided to move from Vermont to Jersey together to be closer to Tyler, and attend NJSU.
“That sounds lovely. Enid and Bianca are thinking of visiting soon too,” Wednesday said.
“Oh yeah, Bianca told me about that. That’ll be fun.”
Suddenly, Belladonna, who was snuggling up against Tyler on the picnic blanket, started pawing playfully at Wednesday’s pant legs.
“Oh yes, I almost forgot.” Wednesday reached into the pocket of her suit jacket, and retrieved a baggy with a sprig of berries. “I brought you a special treat, Bee.”
Belladonna instantly perked up at her words, her eyes widening, and her head tilting to the side as she sat up.
“Is that nightshade?” Tyler laughed.
“Yes, I thought she could have some as a celebratory treat since we learned how much she likes it.”
Belladonna was named well. She was somehow immune to herself. Wednesday and Tyler learned this the hard way when the mischievous kitten swiped a sprig of nightshade off of Wednesday’s altar, and ate it.
Wednesday caught Bella with the petals, and berries in her mouth. She was chewing on it casually, as if she wasn’t actively consuming poison. Wednesday and Lurch rushed Bella to the emergency veterinarian after she called Tyler in a panic, and when they got her checked up, she was completely fine. Bella was definitely an Addams.
“Here you go, little one,” Wednesday said as she gave the sprig to the impatient kitten.
Bella took it in her mouth, then threw herself backward so she was laying on her back, wildly chewing on the sprig between her paws, and kicking at it with her back legs. Tyler giggled at the crazy little cat.
“That reminds me,” he said as he opened his backpack, and pulled out a black gift bag. “I got you something.”
Wednesday smiled, then took the bag from his hands and opened it. Inside was something bundled in butcher paper. She looked at Tyler, and he just smirked at her. “Go on.”
She undid the tape, then pulled the paper open to reveal a raw heart.
“I got that for you while I was hunting in the woods. It’s a deer heart. While I was eating the deer, I was thinking of you. I don’t remember why, but I just think about you a lot, I guess. I went to take another bite, and when I looked down its heart was right there. It was untouched by my teeth or claws, so I made sure to keep it for you. I would have preserved it in a jar for you, but I know how much you like doing that, and I wanted you to be able to smell it first,” Tyler said.
Wednesday’s own heart swelled at the gift. Tyler always made her feel so loved. She held the heart up to her nose, and smelled it. It was fragrant- perfectly bloody and metallic in scent. Wednesday grinned at Tyler, wide enough to show teeth, which was very rare for her.
“Thank you,” she said as she set the heart down, and leaned over to hug him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he wrapped his around her waist, kissing her head. “Of course.”
Wednesday removed one arm from around his neck, and reached into her pocket, then pulled out a small, brown box, “Here.”
Tyler took the box from her hand, and opened it. Inside was a glass vial of dark, red liquid on a leather cord.
“It’s a vial with my menstrual blood in it. I wanted you to have my blood as a symbol for how much I love you. It is vacuum sealed shut, and I charmed it so it won’t break.”
Tyler gently ran his thumb over the glass as he admired it with his boyish grin. He looked Wednesday in the eyes, then leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her slowly, and cupping her face in his hands.
Their lips detached, and they rested their foreheads together. “I love you so much, thank you,” Tyler whispered.
Wednesday closed her eyes, and nuzzled her nose against his.
They were distracted from their moment of bliss by Belladonna sitting beside them, and dropping a mangled twig on Tyler's leg. She’d eaten the berries and leaves off of the nightshade sprig, then chewed it to oblivion.
Tyler laughed, “Are you done there, Bee?”
Wednesday scratched the top of her head, and Bee closed her big eyes, and purred. They spent the rest of their time at the cemetery laying together on their picnic blanket, enjoying the ghostly ambiance of the graveyard, and feeling the cool breeze against their faces. They finally left once the sun set.
~*~
“Fuck,” Tyler growled against Wednesday’s neck as he fucked her in slow, hard thrusts, her clit sparking with sensation every time his hips harshly met her open thighs. Her eyes watered from overstimulation- he’d already wrung two orgasms out of her with his tongue.
Wednesday moaned, relishing in the feeling of him stretching her open, and pressing her back against the firm floor beneath her. She slid her fingers in his curls, and pulled on his hair, yanking his ear against her mouth. “You’re mine, you understand?”
Tyler whined, his hips pounding against her with more force, taking her breath away. Wednesday wrapped her arm firmly around his waist, and held him against her, her hand still tangled in his hair
“Say it!” Wednesday moaned.
“I-I'm yours,” Tyler cried, and buried his face in the crook of her neck, his hips now stuttering.
“Come on me,” she demanded.
Tyler obeyed, lifting off of her, and pulling out to press his slickened cock against her mons. Within seconds, he came with a deep, loud groan as his warm cum shot onto Wednesday’s flushed, cool skin. He tightly gripped her thigh with his free hand as his cock pulsed against her, and pushed her to the edge again.
The way Tyler’s eyes were squeezed shut, with those pretty noises coming from his lips, paired with his sweaty chest and abdomen above her… It pushed her over her edge. Her back arched as she reached down, and grabbed ahold of Tyler’s wrist. She whimpered and twitched, making her leg kick outward and knock a chunk of obsidian off of her altar.
“Oops,” Tyler breathed before laughing with her, then grabbing the stone, and putting it back where it belonged.
Wednesday stroked his arm, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths as she basked in orgasmic bliss. Tyler used the edge of the blanket they were laying on to wipe his cum off of her stomach.
“You're mine too, you know,” he said.
“I know,” Wednesday replied softly.
It was true. She was his, and he was hers. Not in a toxic or overly possessive way though. It was like how the moon was the earth’s moon. It was just how it was meant to be.
She sat up, and grabbed her ritual dagger. “Are you ready?”
Tyler smiled, “Yes.”
They decided a few months ago that on their one year anniversary, they’d do a blood ritual to bond them even further. They’d learned already that they were mates. A Raven and a Hyde- both outcasts who needed strong emotional bonds.
She pressed the blade against her palm, and sliced a shallow cut, wincing. “My blood.”
Tyler eagerly extended his hand to her, and she took it, carefully slicing his palm. “Your blood.”
He winced, then they held hands, and pressed their cut palms together firmly. “Our blood,” Tyler said.
He grinned at Wednesday, and cupped her face in his free, uncut hand, pulling her into a brief, passionate kiss.
With their hands still pressed together, and their blood mixing, Wednesday whispered, “bendita sea,” and blew out the candles, closing the ritual.
~*~
The morning sun shone through Wednesday’s cracked window, and onto her and Tyler’s tangled limbs. Above their head on the pillows was a sleeping Belladonna, purring softly in their ears. The sound was relaxing, and made it hard for Tyler to keep himself awake. He drifted in and out of sleep. The aroma of the coffee Wednesday brought them from her kitchen pulled him awake each time he dozed off.
Wednesday shifted in Tyler’s hold so their eyes met. “I want to talk to you about something,” she said.
Though Tyler knew it was never bad when Wednesday said that, his heart still skipped a beat. Which was funny, considering how they'd just done a blood pact the night before, and he logically knew there was no way Wednesday was breaking up with him or anything.
“What about?” he asked.
“You know how in school I've been taking a human sexuality class?”
Tyler nodded.
“I was given an assignment the other night where I had to write a short paper on a human sexual behavior of my choice. It was a very vague prompt, which was a bit frustrating because, as you know, I dislike vagueness. But anyway, I chose to write about kink and provide examples, and while researching I found myself completely absorbed, and I even read some short erotic fiction on certain kinks I researched,” Wednesday paused in thought. “I found several different scenarios that I read to be appealing, and I thought maybe we could talk about trying them out.”
Tyler felt relieved. “I’m glad you're bringing this up, cause I've actually been kinda thinking the same thing.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I have some sexual fantasies I've wanted to try out myself since I've gotten more comfortable with sex. I just haven't been able to find a way to bring it up,”
Wednesday perked up a bit, and seemed more awake now. “Like what?”
“Well, for one… I have thought about duct tape, and how that could be pretty hot,” Tyler said.
“What would you want to do with it?” Wednesday asked.
He took a deep breath. “I've been sorta embarrassed to share this, cause I think it might come off aggressive somehow. But I thought it would be hot to duct tape your hands, and maybe even put some tape over your mouth, and fuck you,” he admitted nervously.
Wednesday didn't even bat an eye. “It’s okay, I know that doesn't mean you want to be mean to me, or that you are. It’s just a fantasy. I think I like the idea of that. You know how I enjoy being restrained by you.”
Tyler smiled, and tucked Wednesday’s loose hair behind her ear. “I just don't want the tape to hurt you. I can't even imagine being literally mean to you, or doing anything you didn't want me to, you know that right?”
Wednesday nuzzled her cheek against his arm. “Of course. And you know I feel the same. There is duct tape specifically meant for sex that we could probably order online.”
“Let’s do it then, but now you gotta tell me your kink, fair is fair,” Tyler smirked.
Wednesday felt her face heat up. The topic of sex still felt very vulnerable for Wednesday at times, particularly if it was something she’d never tried before, and she still struggled with vulnerability and new things. She’d been happily thinking very hard about the things she’d masturbated to before, and preparing to tell Tyler. But now, she was feeling somewhat embarrassed, and discouraged.
She went with the one she felt was the most tame. “Sensory deprivation sounds appealing.”
“Like having all your senses dulled?”
“Yes.”
Tyler nodded. “Oh, we could try that. Do you have other things you’ve been thinking of? Cause I have some more.”
Wednesday opened her mouth to speak, and nothing came out. She sheepishly looked away, feeling like a sheltered teenager from the bible belt who’d never talked about sex before. It was frustrating.
“If you’re too nervous to talk about it right now, we could each make a list, then swap them. Then we could go through our lists of kinks, and plan when we try them out,” he grinned then whispered in her ear, “We could set up fuck appointments.”
Wednesday chuckled. “I like that idea. I think this will be good for us. I know Sam has recommended that we try to be as transparent with each other as possible, and try new things together.”
Sam was Tyler’s psychologist. Tyler and Wednesday had had a few appointments with them about their minor trust issues with each other since their situation in high school. Wednesday was always angry with her brain when it made her doubt how trustworthy Tyler was.
She knew he was one of the most trustworthy people in the world besides her family and Enid, but she couldn’t stop her feelings from making her sometimes feel otherwise. And it wasn’t just Tyler. Sometimes, Wednesday felt sixteen again, and had the urge to cut everyone off, and go back to being alone. But she knew she didn’t actually want that ever again.
“I actually told them about this during our last appointment a few days ago. They thought it was a good idea for us to explore sexual desires further,” Tyler said.
Wednesday gripped Tyler tighter in her arms, pulling their chests flush together in a firm hug. “Well then. I think we should get working on those lists, and after we get moved into the new house we can start getting things crossed off,” she smirked.
“I think that sounds amazing,” Tyler said as he planted a kiss on Wednesday’s forehead.
Abruptly, Bee stood up and stepped on Tyler’s head as she ran down his body. “Ah! Fuck. Good morning to you too, Bella,” he laughed.
Belladonna made herself comfortable on Wednesday and Tyler’s intertwined legs, and stared at them with her big, wide yellow eyes. Her ears were tucked back slightly, and she meowed in a tone they recognized as a cry for food.
“We should feed her, and ourselves too,” Wednesday said.
Tyler sat up, then effortlessly scooped Wednesday up in his arms, making her gasp.
“We can’t just walk out of here naked!” she said.
“Yeah we can. No one is home, and you have no neighbors.”
“I don’t need the ghosts of my ancestors to see my naked body.”
“Do ghosts even care about that?”
“I do! Careful with your hand.”
Tyler, who was giving little regard to his bandaged hand, shifted some of the weight off of it. “Oh. You’re right, that did kind of hurt.”
“You’re nearly as bad as me at noticing bodily sensations.”
Tyler stood, and shifted Wednesday’s weight onto one arm long enough for him to snatch up their robes from her headboard. He tossed them on her, making her scoff jestingly.
“There you go, now your junk is hidden from the spirits. I’ll put mine on when we’re downstairs.”
Wednesday chuckled.
~*~