You and Wednesday are... something. It's a little hard to put a label on whatever the hell you two are.

Tonight, you and Wednesday are in your room when you casually remark that you don't actually know how to dance.

"I'll teach you if you want." She offers almost immediately, still emotionless as ever.

So you stand up and she takes your hands, placing one of your hands on her hip and keeping the other in her hand, placing her free hand on the small of your back.

"I'll lead." She states firmly.

Wednesday then starts to lead you in a dance that is way more intimate than it probably needs to be.

With her trailing her fingers up your lower back, dipping you excruciatingly slowly, hooking her leg around your hip to do this swinging dip kinda move before pulling herself back up into your personal space as her leg lightly squeezes your hip.

"Relax, this is part of the dance." She states emotionlessly, seemingly unaffected by the intimate dance.

You had heard how Wednesday's Dad would often dance like this with Wednesday's mother, now you have a taste of what that's probably like and you certainly aren't complaining.