Enid Sinclair could count the times she'd been chased by the cops on one hand. Being a friendly neighborhood Spiderwolf meant she typically helped the cops by webbing up the bad guys and helping little old ladies cross the street, and waving at kids as she swung through the streets of New York.
That was before she met her best friend, Wednesday Addams.
Not that Enid means to say Wednesday is a bad influence, because she isn't. Wednesday actually managed to open Enid's eyes to just how corrupt their criminal justice system is, how corrupt the cops are, and now Enid can't tell you how many times she's been chased by the cops because it's been their daily routine for the past eight months.
It always goes like this. They do something illegal in the pursuit of justice, get caught because the cops are apparently tracking two seventeen year olds, get as much information as possible and then run for their lives.
They're well aware the cops aren't above shooting them. Enid has two scars to prove it, one on her thigh and one just above her hip.
They hide until they're safe, then retreat back to one of their safe houses.
They're officially 'on the run', these days. Pugsley is with them, though he doesn't do the physical stuff after the time he pissed off two cops and got Enid shot for the first time. It was an accident, but, still, it's part of the reason they're on the run.
The rest of the reason? Enid associating with Wednesday in her pursuit of justice for her parents and uncle Fester has turned Spiderwolf into New York's second most wanted. Wednesday is first, of course.
Tonight, they're being chased because they'd crashed into a few cops doing a drug deal and had scared their buyers off. They're in the quiet part of the city, if you could consider any part of New York quiet, but it's quiet enough that they're not being noticed as New York's most wanted criminals.
Wednesday is ahead of them, leading the way to somewhere safe so Enid can swing them away. She's a lot more receptive of the physical contact and the fast motions than she was when they first met.
Enid still has the scar from the first time she swung Wednesday. It's her favourite scar because she got it at the same time she realised she was a little bit in love with the woman who just punched the shit out of her.
Enid is webbing up the cops as they follow them, but there's too many and she knows tonight is going to end badly if they don't find somewhere for them go, soon.
"Here," Wednesday grabs Enid's wrist and yanks her to the right.
They dodge the car speeding down the road, the horn blaring in their ears as the driver slams on, missing the two girls but hitting two of the cops that continue to give chase.
They race down a side street, dodging parked cars and the few pedestrians out at three in the morning. Enid's heart is pounding and her chest is heaving, her mask and suit too hot against her skin because they've been sprinting for like, ten minutes, now, and she really needs to take Wednesday's advice and work on her cardio.
Wednesday grabs Enid's wrist again, tugging her in front of a van that's reversing out of an alley. They sprint down the street as it blocks the cops' path. Wednesday lifts Enid's hand, Enid getting the hint and firing webs where Wednesday aims her wrist, then allows Wednesday to tug her into the next alley down the street and through the darkness the streetlights can't reach.
Wednesday pulls Enid into a back door stoop in the left of the alley, the space so tight that their chests are inches apart, their quiet yet ragged breaths filling the air between them.
"Where'd they go?!"
"Webs over here!"
Footsteps pounding against the concrete fill the air, getting fainter and fainter as the yells decrease in sound, too.
Their tactic worked, and Enid can't help but tug her mask off, shaking her hair out of her eyes and stifling a badly concealed giggle.
Wednesday glances around the corner of the stoop, then sets her eyes back on Enid, raising a gloved finger to her lips in a shushing gesture. Enid nods, biting her bottom lip as she fights back the giggles in her throat.
Wednesday can't help but smile, too. She shushes Enid again.
Enid's eyes fall to Wednesday's lips. She's never going to get tired of seeing that smile, the smile that is reserved just for her.
She can recall every single time Wednesday has smiled at her, the first time being six months ago when Enid had turned up at Wednesday's door and declared she was running away from home because her mother was a bitch.
Best decision ever, especially when Wednesday had allowed Enid to stay with her and Pugsley.
Wednesday drops her finger from her lips, watching Enid's gaze stay transfixed on her mouth, bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
Wednesday hates when Enid does that. It feels like poison coursing through her veins, so intoxicating and invigorating.
She's been thinking a lot about how it would feel to bite Enid's lip, to finally kiss that awe-filled smile, to know how it feels to be entirely consumed by Enid Sinclair.
Wednesday tugs her gloves off, shoving them in her pockets. She lifts one hand, moving her thumb to pull Enid's lip from between her teeth.
"Stop that," Wednesday whispers.
"Stop what?" Enid whispers, lips brushing against the pad of Wednesday's thumb.
Enid can't see much in the darkness, but she can feel Wednesday's gentle skin against her mouth and she can feel Wednesday's eyes burning into her. She doesn't need to see to know that Wednesday's pupils are blown, judging by the shallow breathing coming from Wednesday's lips.
"Biting your lip," Wednesday whispers.
She drops her hand, glancing around the side of the door stoop again.
"We're safe enough to swing away," Wednesday says, looking back at Enid.
"Yeah, sure. We'll get a move on," Enid says.
Neither of them move.
Wednesday can feel Enid's breath hitting her face, can feel Enid's constant body warmth heating up her cold skin just from their closeness, can almost taste Enid's lips because they're so close.
Enid takes a shallow breath, her eyes focused on Wednesday's lips as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth again. She wants Wednesday to tell her to stop again, wants her as close as Wednesday will allow, wants to feel Wednesday's affection for her.
They've never clarified their relationship. There's mutual affection, more openly shown by Enid, and mutual protectiveness, shown by Wednesday every time Enid gets so much as a scrape or a bruise on one of their nightly chases.
They're best friends, and more. They've just never discussed it.
"Enid," Wednesday says.
"What?" Enid says, tilting her head to the side like the wolf she is. "I'm not doing anything."
Wednesday steps closer, their chests pressed against each other. Wednesday is centimeters from her face and Enid finally sees those blown pupils, finally feels Wednesday's weight pressing her back into the wall.
"You know exactly what you're doing," Wednesday says lowly.
"Oh, and what is that?" Enid asks, an innocent look on her face as she blinks at Wednesday, biting her bottom lip again.
Wednesday's hand cups Enid's jaw, thumb moving to rest against her bottom lip, not pulling it from the grip of her teeth just yet.
"You know what you biting your lip does to me. Stop it," Wednesday says.
Something lights up Enid's eyes, a devilish look Wednesday is growing used to seeing.
"Make me," Enid whispers.
Wednesday doesn't need to be told twice.
She tugs Enid's lip from between her teeth with her thumb, hand moving to rest over Enid's throat as she kisses Enid. Enid moans into Wednesday's mouth, arms moving to wrap around Wednesday's waist as Wednesday deepens the kiss.
Wednesday's free hand comes up to tangle in Enid's hair, earning another moan from her Spiderwolf. Enid's lips taste of hot chocolate and marshmallows and home, soft against her own yet hard in the intensity of the kiss.
Wednesday pulls back for air, Enid's chest heaving against her own as she opens her eyes, blinking up at Wednesday with that awed look on her face.
Wednesday kisses her once again, then another time for good measure. Enid giggles into the space between them, Wednesday moving her hands to cup Enid's cheeks.
"Don't bite your lip again," Wednesday says.
"I will definitely be doing that again," Enid breaths.
Wednesday eyes her for a few seconds before rolling her eyes, stepping out of the stoop and tugging Enid with her.
"Take us home," Wednesday says.
Enid wraps an arm around Wednesday's waist, glancing around before shooting a web towards the building ahead of them, swinging them up and onto a roof so she can figure out where they are so they can get home.
Enid glances at Wednesday, a small smile on her face.
"Hey, Wednesday?" Enid says.
"What?" Wednesday looks at her.
"You like me, don't you?" Enid grins.
"Like you?" Wednesday raises an eyebrow.
"Like, like me, like me," Enid says.
Wednesday stares at her for a few seconds before rolling her eyes.
"Of course I like you, like you," Wednesday says.
Enid's grin turns into a gentle smile, rocking back and forth on her feet before extending a hand.
"I like you, like you, too," Enid says.
"No shit," Wednesday says, a small smile on her face as she wraps an arm around Enid's waist. "Come on, Spiderwolf. Time to go home."