A.N: I just love Morticia and Gomez! They're just so cute and adorable and loveable that I decided to write a series of one shots about them. They won't be in any particular order and some (few) chapters will be in two parts. I hope you Addams Family fans enjoy reading these as much as I do writing them and I hope I do them justice. Please review, favourite and follow! Xoxoxox
Insomnia:
"Tish?" Gomez whispered, late one night. He was lying on his back, snuggled between black silk sheets and bedding. His wife scrunched up her nose, her small, delicate fingers curling over his muscles, the chill from her body mixing with his heat and subconsciously pressed herself closer to Gomez. He shivered with pleasure at their proximity and kissed her waterfall of midnight hair. "Tish, are you awake?"
She sighed, and her eyes opened slowly, revealing icy blue eyes, cold enough to turn any other man to dust, but for Gomez they showed nothing but love and devotion. Her long eyelashes fluttered and she turned, leaning her elbows on his rock solid chest, chin in her pale hands. For a single moment, she looked childlike and fragile, and Gomez took a moment to embed this image in his memory; long used to the seductive goddess that stole his heart on a regular basis.
"I am now, Mon Cher." She purred and Gomez groaned, automatically reaching for her arm, covered in black lace. She smiled demurely and closed her eyes, allowing her husband the simple pleasure of kissing her skin.
"Say something else, querida, in French my darling; Je m'appelle; Je voudrais…" Gomez trailed off, his limited French making Morticia smile. She sighed and pulled away, returning to staring into his dark eyes, a heavy contrast to hers. "Tish…" he whined and she tapped her long nails on his skin, pouting.
"What did you want my darling?" she asked and he sat up, so suddenly that she fell, her head pressed into his hip. She sat up and slipped onto his lap, wrapping both of his strong arms around her incredulously small waist.
"I just can't sleep Tish!" he said softly and she frowned; insomnia again. He sighed, chest muscles rippling beneath her skin. She shivered, pressed herself closer to him and stroked her nails down his arm, grazing it slightly.
"Well them, Mon Amour," Morticia whispered, smiling that smile that Gomez knew all too well. He reached for her arm, placed several kisses to the ivory skin and waited for her to continue, before pressing his lips to her fingers. "We had best do something to tire you out, hmm?"
He gave a short laugh and pinned her down beneath him in one breath-taking movement. Leaning down, he kissed her, fiercely and softly at the same time, hands trapped; one in her hair, the other on her right thigh. She smiled into the kiss and cupped his cheeks, pulling away slightly.
"I love you, Mon Cher!" she said breathlessly, as he kissed his way down her neck, moaning as he nipped at her sensitive spot.
"And I love you, my darling wife." Gomez held her face, gently stroking her hollow cheeks with his fingers. "You," he told her. "Are so very beautiful in the moonlight."
She chuckled. "So you always say."
"I mean it."
"I should hope so Gomez."
He smirked and pressed his lips to her collarbone, down her chest and then stopped suddenly. Morticia smiled as Gomez sighed tiredly and closed his eyes. His arms loosened, head turning to the side and pressed his lips to her chest before falling into a gentle snore. She rolled her eyes.
"Gomez, dear, you are insufferable sometimes."
