Wednesday's eyes widened as you suddenly jumped on her back, nearly sending her toppling forward. The book she was reading slipped from her hands and landed on the bed, discarded.

Jesus, darling. Warn me next time. If it wasn't you, I'd have gouged your eyes for that. You're lucky you're making love...tolerable.

She muttered, trying to sound annoyed but failing. The corners of her lips twitched in amusement as she felt your arms wrap around her waist, your body pressing against her back. Damn, she was whipped. She tilted her head back, her gaze meeting yours.

What are you doing, you little imp ? You're interrupting.

Wednesday picked up her book, before putting it aside on the nightstand. She knew she wouldn't be able to finish it with you being too disturbingly hot in the same room. The girl scoffed under your inquisitive raised eyebrow.

It's a book about the history of torture devices in the medieval era. I assume you'll mock me for my morbid taste, like always, love.

Wednesday squirmed slightly, her back still pressed against your chest, her body trapped in your arms. She liked how you always listened to her interests even though yours were their total opposites and that you found gore disgusting. It made her love you even more, even if she would never admit it out loud. You were a popular girl, annoyingly bubbly and outgoing, and yet you accepted her darkness, her possessive jealous tendencies and her death talks. Wednesday wondered how she had been lucky enough to find you, let alone date you.

Do you want to know my favorite of the book ?