The men came into the room with the flowing curtains. The music played softly as a woman danced all alone in the middle of the room. The room was small surrounded by doors that all lead to outside. Each one was open letting the breeze blow in. The wind moved the curtains making the room appear whimsical. The curtains black lace blew around the woman as her hips swayed to a Latin rhythm. She didn't notice the men. She was wrapped up in the music and surrounded by the lace. Her hips swayed seductively in her tight dress. Her hair cascaded down her figure to her petite waist. Her hair was black the same shade of her skin tight dress. Her eyes were a sparkling blue. She was a beautiful woman that any man would love or even die to have, some have. She was usually so composed but there were moments like this when she was carefree. She loved music and dance.
The woman eventually caught site of the men. She walked carelessly and freely up to the butler and snatched him in her arms. She hung on him. "Dance with me Lurch." She spoke in a cool tone. She grasped him in tango form. The butler did as requested and put a hand on her waist and held her other hand. They moved around the room. The wind blowing in, the curtains of lace touching their skin. She let out a musical giggle. As they twirled around the room the music overcame her. But before long the record had stop. She smiled as the butler dipped her before letting go. The woman sighed realizing her dance was over. She laughed with ease as she fell back onto the chaise lounge. Her hair sprawling all over. Her dress staying in place. "Oh, Lurch, darling doesn't dancing just set you free." She spoke closing her eyes.
"Mrs. Addams, you have a guest." The butler groaned. Her laughing stopped and she sat up abruptly. "Oh." She spoke as she brushed the wisps of hair out of her face. "Take him to Gomez." She replied as she walked to the record player and put a new one on. The music came out in a sinfully fast tempo. "Oh, this is my favorite." The woman replies as she began to dance alone. Hips swaying along to the tempo.
"Did I hear my name?" A man asked coming through the curtains from outside. He was slick and suave. By his appearance it was easy to tell of his Castilian heritage. He was lean, strong, and quite handsome. On his upper lip was a thin mustache and in his mouth an imported cigar. He wore a pin striped suit and Italian shoes. He approached the woman from behind and grabbed her hips as if claiming her. He pulled her against himself. "Morticia mia, how you taunt." He whispered in her neck as he hungrily watched her hips move.
?"Gomez." She replied back smoothly turning in his arms to wrap her arms back around her Latin lover. "Cara Mia, the music it speaks to me. You know what it says?" He spoke before he spun her around. "Tango?" She replied as he stopped her and held her close. "It says that I love you, Tish." He replied as he stole a kiss on her lips. "Gomez, my darling." She replied as she smiled up and her husband. "Cara Mia, were you dancing without me?" He teased feigning to be hurt. "Quedrio, I would never." She replied reaching up to pat his cheek lovingly.
"Care for a dance now, amour?" Gomez asked his young bride. "Why of course darling." Morticia spoke as she changed the record to a deep, romantic piece. Perfect for the intimate couple. "Tish, our song." Gomez replied whispering in her ear. "I know, Bubala." She replied as he turned her into his arms.
They began a deep, sensual tango around the room. The lace whisking around their bodies which were molded up against one another. They twirled, they dipped, and they kicked. Stopping once in a while to make an intricate step or a spectacular lift. Gomez's hand rested dangerously low on her waist, while hers felt the strong muscles in his upper arm. The wind blew in chilling them in their moment of passion.
"Mr. Addams, guest." Lurch groaned as they watch the couple twirl and dance around the small room. Gomez didn't even brake stride when Lurch spoke. They continued to dance, lost in the music and one another. Their eyes locked on each other. Gomez led them through the curtains and out one of the doors. They danced all throughout the night in the mist of the graveyard. The guest was the least of their problems. Nothing could stop the intimate couple once they became lost in each other…
