Boojangs

Space Ship 💫🚀

Inspired by Swear on the Moon, Mrs_Boojangles latest fanfic

Where wednesday is a hot space captain and enid is her equally hot mechanic wife :

Commission for Ms. Boojangs!

Wednesday sighed quietly, her head hanging low as she dozed in her saddle. Her eyes were tacky with dust, the wind unforgiving despite the black bandana still covering her face, her dark eyes fixated on the endless horizon. She blinked twice, her focus shifting about the trees as she marched through the thickest part of the forest, her trusty, black stallion nickering softly as they traversed the silent pathway. Wednesday rolled her shoulder, adjusting herself in the saddle to be more comfortable, the brutal summer sun finally setting itself toward the tree line for a hopefully cool night. She dropped the reins and tugged down her bandana, inhaling a deep lungful of the humid air, her head lolling back as she stared up through the thick canopy above her. She moved with her horse as he continued to meander at will, Wednesday bowing forward to pat the horse’s thick neck, her stern face softening just slightly.

“Almost there, Webb,” she rasped gently, clearing her throat before reaching for the waterskin hanging off her saddle horn, “I know you’re as desperate to return home as I am.”

The horse whinnied in response, Wednesday capping her bottle and letting it fall back against her saddle. She adjusted the black leather vest she still wore, her undershirt black linen and thankfully breathable in the scorching summer. Her pants were black denim, with black leather chaps covering her legs, red-spurred, black boots peaking out from beneath the covering. Wednesday sighed again, removing the weathered black Stetson from her ebony hair, the thick strands braided in a single, heavy plait. She wiped an arm across the sweat on her brow, her head snapping up at a distant sound ahead of her in the forest. Webb stopped without being told, Wednesday shoving her hat back onto her head before reaching for one of the black revolvers strapped to either thigh.

She cocked the gun, her eyes narrowing as she strained to hear for any unmistakable sounds, pointedly scanning the heavy tree line. There was silence for an endless stretch, Wednesday grumbling at the noise before slowly unarming her pistol and shoving it back in its holster. Wednesday wiped the grime from her face before pulling her bandana up, sending her horse off to a brisk canter as she headed off toward a familiar camping spot. It was nearly an hour more before she reached the glen she’d made camp in so many times before, the river winding closest to her little hideaway as she eagerly dismounted her horse. Wednesday set about dressing Webb down from their long journey, removing her bags and his saddle before wiping him down and setting him up with the last of her feed.

Wednesday leaned her saddle against the logs around an obvious fire pit, the brunette sighing quietly as she set about making a quick fire. She nodded once it was finished, pleased with her work as she stood and brushed the dirt from her palms, collecting her waterskin before heading off to the nearby river. She nearly smiled at the sound of Webb dutifully following along behind her, the horse braying loudly before stomping himself into the rushing stream. Wednesday watched him for a moment before falling to her knees and cupping the thankfully cool water, washing the dirt from her freckled face, before refilling her waterskin for the last leg of her journey.

She sat at the shore for a while, the brilliant night sky and a nearly full moon shining down upon them both, the night silent and peaceful. Wednesday untucked a necklace from beneath her shirt, a silver crescent moon charm catching the basking light. She smiled softly, thinking of the woman that’d given her that necklace so many years ago, before they’d ever even started to officially court, a brilliant smile from memory causing the tips of Wednesday’s ears to color with a stubborn blush. Wednesday cleared her throat, her fist closing around the charm as she tilted her head toward the sky again, the sight of her beloved immediately coming to mind.

She hadn’t seen Enid in nearly nine months, Wednesday contracted out to help herd cattle for a family two states away, sitting with the massive group from autumn to the final move in spring. Wednesday was loathe to be away from her wife for so long, but loved the money it helped afford, ever since she left her family homestead at 17 in an attempt to make it on her own. The Addams ranch was massive, nestled in the Texas countryside and legendary in size, her family’s fortune a safety net she begrudged ever having. Meeting Enid in Montana was sheer dumb luck, the California wolf hired by a local family to care for their livestock. Wednesday would readily admit now that it was love at first sight, despite her own sour disposition being dead set on never falling in love in the first place.

Enid had seen right through her and learned her alarmingly fast, and Wednesday finally admitted to herself that she’d fallen head over heels in love with the tenacious, surprisingly terrifying Enid Sinclair. They’d been together now for well over a decade, had built their own ranch that supported their local providence threefold, the two of them practical legends amongst the ranching community. Wednesday was still known for her antisocial tendencies and her biting words, though no less respected by anyone she’d done business with in growing her own homestead. Enid was more of a silent threat, her temper more volatile than any Addams could have ever predicted, her nature as a werewolf only earning their home a storied and well-meaning protector.

Wednesday yearned to see her wife again, the memory of her causing an ache to spread in chest and slither downward, the near-taste of her beloved causing her to finally stand at the riverside. She whistled once for Webb, the horse responding immediately as he trotted along behind her. Wednesday dropped the waterskin beside her saddle, wiping Webb down and brushing him out before letting him wander himself to dry. She approached her saddle, unhooking her hunting rifle from beneath the layers of her bags before wandering herself out into the forest. She was content to wait, knowing the deer and rabbits were robust in the woods surrounding her home, Wednesday intimately familiar with this particular patch of forest. She perched on a large stone, the moonlight trickling through the trees as she patiently waited, the wind dancing through the plentiful branches.

A chill shivered down her spine for a moment, Wednesday just barely turning her head to the left before she was tackled off her rock, her rifle sliding out of her hands and falling into the underbrush with a dull thud. Wednesday gasped the moment her back slammed against the earth, her hat fluttering away as her wrists were pinned above her head, her middle straddled by a beautifully familiar sight. Her heart raced at the sight of Enid in her favorite pink flannel shirt with the sleeves cuffed to the elbow, too many buttons undone to even be considered decent, Wednesday’s eyes drinking in so much delectable, pale skin.

She barely had a moment to speak before Enid snickered and easily bent down, capturing her lips in a fervent, hungry kiss. Wednesday moaned softly, unable to stop herself after having spent so much time apart from her favorite place, returning the kiss with the same amount of unruly hunger. She lost herself in the feeling of Enid’s lips, the wolf’s callused hands finally releasing her wrists to cup at her jaw instead. Their lips eventually parted with a velvety smack, Enid pulling away with a deeply satisfied sighed, her eyes flickering violet as she glanced down at her red-faced wife.

“That’s the good stuff,” Enid purred, licking her fangs before dipping her head down to steal several more kisses, “God, I’ve missed you so much, Wens.”

Wednesday smiled, her heart skipping a beat when Enid eagerly kissed both of her dimples, “Querida,” she breathed, her eyes falling closed when soft lips grazed over her jaw, “I’m gratefully to finally be home.”

Enid hummed, her fingers dancing down the buttons on Wednesday’s vest, “I knew you were close, I could smell your scent on the wind,” she pulled away, her eyes sparkling sapphire in the moonlight, “You know how much I hate waiting so I came out to meet you instead.”

Wednesday softened, her hands affectionately squeezing the blue denim-clad thighs on either side of her hips, “I’m aware of your impatience.”

The blonde snorted a laugh, sitting back on Wednesday’s hips as she affectionately tugged her to sit up, winding her strong arms around the delicate shoulders, “My, my, my, is Wednesday Addams complaining?”

She quickly shook her head, hugging her arms around Enid’s back, “Never,” she whispered quietly, her chin tilting up in silent request for another kiss, “Merely stating a fact.”

Enid laughed again, leaning down to press their lips together in a sweet, lingering kiss, “Good,” the wolf dismounted quickly, hauling Wednesday up by her lapels, “I’d hate for my smoking hot wife to have to sleep on the couch her first night home.”

Wednesday glared up at the smugly grinning wolf, her burning face already giving her away, “Petulant,” she groused, stepping into Enid and burying her face in the blonde’s neck, “I’ve missed you,” she whispered.

She melted at the soft admittance, her arms winding tight around Wednesday as she melted into the smaller woman, “That’s my girl,” Enid kissed the dark hair, nuzzling the tip of a bright red ear, “I love you so much, thank god nothing happened to you while you were gone.”

Wednesday merely hummed, boneless in the embrace as she snuggled even closer, the wind jostling her already mussed bangs, “I love you,” she mumbled in return, pressing a soft kiss over the rapid pulse.

Enid purred again, squeezing her hard for a few more moments before they unwound at the same time, her blue eyes glowing as she looked over her wife.

“I’ll get your hat if you wanna grab your rifle and head back to camp, I brought food with me for us to eat.”

Wednesday agreed immediately, quickly finding her rifle and turning to wait for Enid. She stared at her own hat atop the soft, blonde waves, her heart fluttering at the attractive sight as Enid connected her hands and led them back toward camp. They breached the trees in their return to little hideaway, a snow white horse nickering happily before trotting up to greet them. Wednesday reached her hand out to pet across the long nose, her face scrunching in confusion as her eyes followed along after Enid.

“Where is Starlight?”

Enid laughed as she approached her saddle that was seated beside Wednesday’s, her face falling into a wide grin, “Too pregnant with your horse’s baby,” her eyes wandered back to Webb, “At least you didn’t miss your baby’s birth, big guy.”

Webb snorted, pawing at the ground as he bobbed his head. Enid only smiled even more, motioning Wednesday to take the spot beside her. She did as told, plucking her hat off Enid’s head before dutifully sitting cross-legged beside the still-roaring fire, her dark eyes curious as she watched the wolf busy about their meal. Enid hummed to herself as she pulled out several metal containers, just barely unlatching the lids before leaving them on the edge of the fire to warm. She reached for her saddle bags again, pulling out a small bottle of red wine and two tin cups, grinning at the incredulous look on Wednesday’s face.

“What, like I’m not gonna celebrate my wife’s return after so many damn months?”

Wednesday swallowed, her face again burning with a faint blush at the open appraisal, swallowing lightly at the sound of the cork bursting beside her. She accepted the wine and finished it without thought, Enid refilling her cup before she could even think on wishing for another. Enid nestled herself right in beside Wednesday, clinking their cups together, her hand affectionately squeezing the brunette’s knee before staying there in a small show of possession, the weight of it scorching Wednesday right down to the bone. They talked of everything and nothing while their food warmed at the fire, Wednesday going over the horrible winter she’d endured with the cattle, and how they’d managed to actually keep most of the herd alive.

Enid watched her in silence, a soft smile always playing on the wolf’s face, her thumb never once stopping its stoking along Wednesday’s knee. She eventually pitched forward, sliding the tin boxes out of the fire and popping off their lids, Wednesday’s stomach loudly grumbling at the scent of such a decadent feast. Enid offered one box for her wife to enjoy, hearty potatoes, and heavily spiced chicken sizzling in the container. Wednesday nodded her head in silent thanks, accepting the metal fork before reaching up and pressing a kiss to Enid’s cheek in thanks. They devoured their food, Wednesday stopping for seconds and thirds, her stomach hardly used to such a heavy meal after so long spent traveling back home.

It was after they’d cleaned up their food stuffs that Wednesday prepared both their bed rolls far enough away from the fire, Enid clearing their empty dishes and storing them away for the morning journey. Wednesday removed her guns and left her belts beside her in the grass, her hat purposefully covering them from the elements. They settled at the same time, Enid snuggled up against Wednesday’s left side, her fingers absently undoing the buttons on the brunette’s vest. Wednesday felt her entire body melt as she lay beside Enid, goosebumps tickling over her skin when Enid managed to undo several more of her undershirt buttons as well. Her head tilted back automatically at the feel of soft lips ghosting over her jaw and neck, the stress bleeding out of her body beneath such affectionate attention.

“Enid,” she sighed slowly, more goosebumps rifling over her skin when she felt a soft palm settle over her thundering heart, “How I’ve longed to feel your touch again, mi vida,” Wednesday cracked her eyes open, her features softening, “I loathe being apart from you for so long.”

Enid smiled briefly, her thumb lightly rubbing over the freckled skin, “I’ve thought about you every day since you left,” she whispered, pressing in close and kissing Wednesday’s temple, “I heard news of how bad the weather was this winter, I was so scared something would happen to you,” she leaned up and kissed the plush lips, “I’m so glad you sent me your letters.”

Wednesday hummed deeply, her fingers dancing along the front of Enid’s shirt as she shifted closer, delighted when Enid tangled their legs together, “I didn’t want for you to worry,” she muttered lowly.

“I’ll always worry about you,” Enid said with a laugh, an undeniable edge in her voice, “I should have gone with you.”

She shook her head, turning onto her side and tucking herself under Enid’s chin, her hand fisting the back of her wife’s shirt, “You needed to remain with our own herds, querida,” Wednesday sighed quietly, “It is still too much for Agnes to run on her own, no matter how she argues otherwise.”

Enid snorted, burrowing into the offered embrace, “You know she’s got an attitude like you, Wens,” she kissed over the dark hair, her fingers adjusting the wayward bangs, “You’re the one with the soft spot that let her stay.”

Wednesday exhaled loudly, earning another giggle from Enid, “She’s useful,” she retorted.

The wolf only grunted in response, her hands smoothing down Wednesday’s shoulders before sliding down her back, massaging away the tension curling into the tight muscles. It was silent save for the crickets as they settled into each other, Wednesday entirely relaxed for the first time in nearly a whole year, her eyes slipping closed as she listened to the steady heartbeat of the woman she loved. She shuffled closer, still not satisfied, craving a need to nearly crawl into Enid’s skin altogether, grateful that the distance between them was finally no more. Wednesday nuzzled the break in Enid’s flannel, her lips finding the warm skin of Enid’s chest as she peppered little touches over the area, her hand sliding down to lightly squeeze the flare of tempting hips. Enid rumbled a contented sound, her hands still massaging down Wednesday’s back.

“Watch the game you’re playing there, ma lune,” she warned, her voice gravelly with desire, “While I’d love to absolutely do despicable things to you, I don’t want an audience.”

The brunette pulled her head out from under Enid’s chin, looking over her shoulder at the pair of horses actively staring at them, her eyes narrowing in blatant annoyance. She groused, scowling at the pair before Enid joyously laughed at the grumpy look and firmly kissed the pout right off Wednesday’s face. Enid rolled them over, pinning Wednesday beneath her again, her hands tickling down the woman’s front as she absently rolled her hips only once, reveling in the gasp that ripped from dark lips.

“Though when I get you home, you’re not getting out of bed for at least a week.”

Wednesday met the challenge, her fingers absently curling into Enid’s belt loops, “Only a week, querida?”

Enid grinned, her fangs lengthening as she leaned over Wednesday, hands braced against the soft grass, “Watch it, cowgirl, or you’re gonna get a ride you’re not ready for.”

She swallowed heavily, eyes hooded as she stared up at Enid, the bats starting up their nervous fluttering about her middle again, “I am yours, Enid Addams, to do with however you see fit.”

The wolf grinned, reaching over to lift Wednesday’s hat before placing it atop her golden hair, eyes glowing violent as she stared down at the slack-jawed gunslinger, “Is that so?”

Wednesday sighed quietly, her head hanging low as she dozed in her saddle. Her eyes were tacky with dust, the wind unforgiving despite the black bandana still covering her face, her dark eyes fixated on the endless horizon. She blinked twice, her focus shifting about the trees as she marched through the thickest part of the forest, her trusty, black stallion nickering softly as they traversed the silent pathway. Wednesday rolled her shoulder, adjusting herself in the saddle to be more comfortable, the brutal summer sun finally setting itself toward the tree line for a hopefully cool night. She dropped the reins and tugged down her bandana, inhaling a deep lungful of the humid air, her head lolling back as she stared up through the thick canopy above her. She moved with her horse as he continued to meander at will, Wednesday bowing forward to pat the horse’s thick neck, her stern face softening just slightly.

“Almost there, Webb,” she rasped gently, clearing her throat before reaching for the waterskin hanging off her saddle horn, “I know you’re as desperate to return home as I am.”

The horse whinnied in response, Wednesday capping her bottle and letting it fall back against her saddle. She adjusted the black leather vest she still wore, her undershirt black linen and thankfully breathable in the scorching summer. Her pants were black denim, with black leather chaps covering her legs, red-spurred, black boots peaking out from beneath the covering. Wednesday sighed again, removing the weathered black Stetson from her ebony hair, the thick strands braided in a single, heavy plait. She wiped an arm across the sweat on her brow, her head snapping up at a distant sound ahead of her in the forest. Webb stopped without being told, Wednesday shoving her hat back onto her head before reaching for one of the black revolvers strapped to either thigh.

She cocked the gun, her eyes narrowing as she strained to hear for any unmistakable sounds, pointedly scanning the heavy tree line. There was silence for an endless stretch, Wednesday grumbling at the noise before slowly unarming her pistol and shoving it back in its holster. Wednesday wiped the grime from her face before pulling her bandana up, sending her horse off to a brisk canter as she headed off toward a familiar camping spot. It was nearly an hour more before she reached the glen she’d made camp in so many times before, the river winding closest to her little hideaway as she eagerly dismounted her horse. Wednesday set about dressing Webb down from their long journey, removing her bags and his saddle before wiping him down and setting him up with the last of her feed.

Wednesday leaned her saddle against the logs around an obvious fire pit, the brunette sighing quietly as she set about making a quick fire. She nodded once it was finished, pleased with her work as she stood and brushed the dirt from her palms, collecting her waterskin before heading off to the nearby river. She nearly smiled at the sound of Webb dutifully following along behind her, the horse braying loudly before stomping himself into the rushing stream. Wednesday watched him for a moment before falling to her knees and cupping the thankfully cool water, washing the dirt from her freckled face, before refilling her waterskin for the last leg of her journey.

She sat at the shore for a while, the brilliant night sky and a nearly full moon shining down upon them both, the night silent and peaceful. Wednesday untucked a necklace from beneath her shirt, a silver crescent moon charm catching the basking light. She smiled softly, thinking of the woman that’d given her that necklace so many years ago, before they’d ever even started to officially court, a brilliant smile from memory causing the tips of Wednesday’s ears to color with a stubborn blush. Wednesday cleared her throat, her fist closing around the charm as she tilted her head toward the sky again, the sight of her beloved immediately coming to mind.

She hadn’t seen Enid in nearly nine months, Wednesday contracted out to help herd cattle for a family two states away, sitting with the massive group from autumn to the final move in spring. Wednesday was loathe to be away from her wife for so long, but loved the money it helped afford, ever since she left her family homestead at 17 in an attempt to make it on her own. The Addams ranch was massive, nestled in the Texas countryside and legendary in size, her family’s fortune a safety net she begrudged ever having. Meeting Enid in Montana was sheer dumb luck, the California wolf hired by a local family to care for their livestock. Wednesday would readily admit now that it was love at first sight, despite her own sour disposition being dead set on never falling in love in the first place.

Enid had seen right through her and learned her alarmingly fast, and Wednesday finally admitted to herself that she’d fallen head over heels in love with the tenacious, surprisingly terrifying Enid Sinclair. They’d been together now for well over a decade, had built their own ranch that supported their local providence threefold, the two of them practical legends amongst the ranching community. Wednesday was still known for her antisocial tendencies and her biting words, though no less respected by anyone she’d done business with in growing her own homestead. Enid was more of a silent threat, her temper more volatile than any Addams could have ever predicted, her nature as a werewolf only earning their home a storied and well-meaning protector.

Wednesday yearned to see her wife again, the memory of her causing an ache to spread in chest and slither downward, the near-taste of her beloved causing her to finally stand at the riverside. She whistled once for Webb, the horse responding immediately as he trotted along behind her. Wednesday dropped the waterskin beside her saddle, wiping Webb down and brushing him out before letting him wander himself to dry. She approached her saddle, unhooking her hunting rifle from beneath the layers of her bags before wandering herself out into the forest. She was content to wait, knowing the deer and rabbits were robust in the woods surrounding her home, Wednesday intimately familiar with this particular patch of forest. She perched on a large stone, the moonlight trickling through the trees as she patiently waited, the wind dancing through the plentiful branches.

A chill shivered down her spine for a moment, Wednesday just barely turning her head to the left before she was tackled off her rock, her rifle sliding out of her hands and falling into the underbrush with a dull thud. Wednesday gasped the moment her back slammed against the earth, her hat fluttering away as her wrists were pinned above her head, her middle straddled by a beautifully familiar sight. Her heart raced at the sight of Enid in her favorite pink flannel shirt with the sleeves cuffed to the elbow, too many buttons undone to even be considered decent, Wednesday’s eyes drinking in so much delectable, pale skin.

She barely had a moment to speak before Enid snickered and easily bent down, capturing her lips in a fervent, hungry kiss. Wednesday moaned softly, unable to stop herself after having spent so much time apart from her favorite place, returning the kiss with the same amount of unruly hunger. She lost herself in the feeling of Enid’s lips, the wolf’s callused hands finally releasing her wrists to cup at her jaw instead. Their lips eventually parted with a velvety smack, Enid pulling away with a deeply satisfied sighed, her eyes flickering violet as she glanced down at her red-faced wife.

“That’s the good stuff,” Enid purred, licking her fangs before dipping her head down to steal several more kisses, “God, I’ve missed you so much, Wens.”

Wednesday smiled, her heart skipping a beat when Enid eagerly kissed both of her dimples, “Querida,” she breathed, her eyes falling closed when soft lips grazed over her jaw, “I’m gratefully to finally be home.”

Enid hummed, her fingers dancing down the buttons on Wednesday’s vest, “I knew you were close, I could smell your scent on the wind,” she pulled away, her eyes sparkling sapphire in the moonlight, “You know how much I hate waiting so I came out to meet you instead.”

Wednesday softened, her hands affectionately squeezing the blue denim-clad thighs on either side of her hips, “I’m aware of your impatience.”

The blonde snorted a laugh, sitting back on Wednesday’s hips as she affectionately tugged her to sit up, winding her strong arms around the delicate shoulders, “My, my, my, is Wednesday Addams complaining?”

She quickly shook her head, hugging her arms around Enid’s back, “Never,” she whispered quietly, her chin tilting up in silent request for another kiss, “Merely stating a fact.”

Enid laughed again, leaning down to press their lips together in a sweet, lingering kiss, “Good,” the wolf dismounted quickly, hauling Wednesday up by her lapels, “I’d hate for my smoking hot wife to have to sleep on the couch her first night home.”

Wednesday glared up at the smugly grinning wolf, her burning face already giving her away, “Petulant,” she groused, stepping into Enid and burying her face in the blonde’s neck, “I’ve missed you,” she whispered.

She melted at the soft admittance, her arms winding tight around Wednesday as she melted into the smaller woman, “That’s my girl,” Enid kissed the dark hair, nuzzling the tip of a bright red ear, “I love you so much, thank god nothing happened to you while you were gone.”

Wednesday merely hummed, boneless in the embrace as she snuggled even closer, the wind jostling her already mussed bangs, “I love you,” she mumbled in return, pressing a soft kiss over the rapid pulse.

Enid purred again, squeezing her hard for a few more moments before they unwound at the same time, her blue eyes glowing as she looked over her wife.

“I’ll get your hat if you wanna grab your rifle and head back to camp, I brought food with me for us to eat.”

Wednesday agreed immediately, quickly finding her rifle and turning to wait for Enid. She stared at her own hat atop the soft, blonde waves, her heart fluttering at the attractive sight as Enid connected her hands and led them back toward camp. They breached the trees in their return to little hideaway, a snow white horse nickering happily before trotting up to greet them. Wednesday reached her hand out to pet across the long nose, her face scrunching in confusion as her eyes followed along after Enid.

“Where is Starlight?”

Enid laughed as she approached her saddle that was seated beside Wednesday’s, her face falling into a wide grin, “Too pregnant with your horse’s baby,” her eyes wandered back to Webb, “At least you didn’t miss your baby’s birth, big guy.”

Webb snorted, pawing at the ground as he bobbed his head. Enid only smiled even more, motioning Wednesday to take the spot beside her. She did as told, plucking her hat off Enid’s head before dutifully sitting cross-legged beside the still-roaring fire, her dark eyes curious as she watched the wolf busy about their meal. Enid hummed to herself as she pulled out several metal containers, just barely unlatching the lids before leaving them on the edge of the fire to warm. She reached for her saddle bags again, pulling out a small bottle of red wine and two tin cups, grinning at the incredulous look on Wednesday’s face.

“What, like I’m not gonna celebrate my wife’s return after so many damn months?”

Wednesday swallowed, her face again burning with a faint blush at the open appraisal, swallowing lightly at the sound of the cork bursting beside her. She accepted the wine and finished it without thought, Enid refilling her cup before she could even think on wishing for another. Enid nestled herself right in beside Wednesday, clinking their cups together, her hand affectionately squeezing the brunette’s knee before staying there in a small show of possession, the weight of it scorching Wednesday right down to the bone. They talked of everything and nothing while their food warmed at the fire, Wednesday going over the horrible winter she’d endured with the cattle, and how they’d managed to actually keep most of the herd alive.

Enid watched her in silence, a soft smile always playing on the wolf’s face, her thumb never once stopping its stoking along Wednesday’s knee. She eventually pitched forward, sliding the tin boxes out of the fire and popping off their lids, Wednesday’s stomach loudly grumbling at the scent of such a decadent feast. Enid offered one box for her wife to enjoy, hearty potatoes, and heavily spiced chicken sizzling in the container. Wednesday nodded her head in silent thanks, accepting the metal fork before reaching up and pressing a kiss to Enid’s cheek in thanks. They devoured their food, Wednesday stopping for seconds and thirds, her stomach hardly used to such a heavy meal after so long spent traveling back home.

It was after they’d cleaned up their food stuffs that Wednesday prepared both their bed rolls far enough away from the fire, Enid clearing their empty dishes and storing them away for the morning journey. Wednesday removed her guns and left her belts beside her in the grass, her hat purposefully covering them from the elements. They settled at the same time, Enid snuggled up against Wednesday’s left side, her fingers absently undoing the buttons on the brunette’s vest. Wednesday felt her entire body melt as she lay beside Enid, goosebumps tickling over her skin when Enid managed to undo several more of her undershirt buttons as well. Her head tilted back automatically at the feel of soft lips ghosting over her jaw and neck, the stress bleeding out of her body beneath such affectionate attention.

“Enid,” she sighed slowly, more goosebumps rifling over her skin when she felt a soft palm settle over her thundering heart, “How I’ve longed to feel your touch again, mi vida,” Wednesday cracked her eyes open, her features softening, “I loathe being apart from you for so long.”

Enid smiled briefly, her thumb lightly rubbing over the freckled skin, “I’ve thought about you every day since you left,” she whispered, pressing in close and kissing Wednesday’s temple, “I heard news of how bad the weather was this winter, I was so scared something would happen to you,” she leaned up and kissed the plush lips, “I’m so glad you sent me your letters.”

Wednesday hummed deeply, her fingers dancing along the front of Enid’s shirt as she shifted closer, delighted when Enid tangled their legs together, “I didn’t want for you to worry,” she muttered lowly.

“I’ll always worry about you,” Enid said with a laugh, an undeniable edge in her voice, “I should have gone with you.”

She shook her head, turning onto her side and tucking herself under Enid’s chin, her hand fisting the back of her wife’s shirt, “You needed to remain with our own herds, querida,” Wednesday sighed quietly, “It is still too much for Agnes to run on her own, no matter how she argues otherwise.”

Enid snorted, burrowing into the offered embrace, “You know she’s got an attitude like you, Wens,” she kissed over the dark hair, her fingers adjusting the wayward bangs, “You’re the one with the soft spot that let her stay.”

Wednesday exhaled loudly, earning another giggle from Enid, “She’s useful,” she retorted.

The wolf only grunted in response, her hands smoothing down Wednesday’s shoulders before sliding down her back, massaging away the tension curling into the tight muscles. It was silent save for the crickets as they settled into each other, Wednesday entirely relaxed for the first time in nearly a whole year, her eyes slipping closed as she listened to the steady heartbeat of the woman she loved. She shuffled closer, still not satisfied, craving a need to nearly crawl into Enid’s skin altogether, grateful that the distance between them was finally no more. Wednesday nuzzled the break in Enid’s flannel, her lips finding the warm skin of Enid’s chest as she peppered little touches over the area, her hand sliding down to lightly squeeze the flare of tempting hips. Enid rumbled a contented sound, her hands still massaging down Wednesday’s back.

“Watch the game you’re playing there, ma lune,” she warned, her voice gravelly with desire, “While I’d love to absolutely do despicable things to you, I don’t want an audience.”

The brunette pulled her head out from under Enid’s chin, looking over her shoulder at the pair of horses actively staring at them, her eyes narrowing in blatant annoyance. She groused, scowling at the pair before Enid joyously laughed at the grumpy look and firmly kissed the pout right off Wednesday’s face. Enid rolled them over, pinning Wednesday beneath her again, her hands tickling down the woman’s front as she absently rolled her hips only once, reveling in the gasp that ripped from dark lips.

“Though when I get you home, you’re not getting out of bed for at least a week.”

Wednesday met the challenge, her fingers absently curling into Enid’s belt loops, “Only a week, querida?”

Enid grinned, her fangs lengthening as she leaned over Wednesday, hands braced against the soft grass, “Watch it, cowgirl, or you’re gonna get a ride you’re not ready for.”

She swallowed heavily, eyes hooded as she stared up at Enid, the bats starting up their nervous fluttering about her middle again, “I am yours, Enid Addams, to do with however you see fit.”

The wolf grinned, reaching over to lift Wednesday’s hat before placing it atop her golden hair, eyes glowing violent as she stared down at the slack-jawed gunslinger, “Is that so?”

XENA & GABRIELLE