Here is the link for the cover art: muirin007/art/Gomez-And-Morticia-569420302
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It has been 168 hours and 30 minutes since I first saw you- 7 days and a half hour later and 3 thoughts cycle through my mind- how absolutely radiant you are, that I would get on my knees and beg for you in an instant, and the frustration that is eating me alive (that I can only mildly enjoy) is that I am not meant to be yours. From the time since we met, I've only been able to get you alone for a moment here and there, but I have the ultimate pleasure in knowing you want me too. Every sideways glance, delicate laugh, or sway of your hips is a trap I'm ecstatic to fall in to. Finally, I can live out my desire now that we are alone. Alone in the greenhouse. I reading in a chair, you tending to Cleopatra...
"Gomez! Gomez, come look!" You say with child-like insistence.
"What Tish?" I respond, savoring my pet name for you. I set down my book and begin to walk over.
"Cleopatra is certainly being very friendly today," you say with the plant wrapped around half your body. All your delicious curves are enveloped in a plant, curves that should be in my arms.
"Gomez?" You snap me out of my fantasy.
With a shake of my head, I look back into your eyes, "Hello Cleopatra," I say.
The plant suddenly snakes around my body.
"She likes you, c'est magnifiqué!" You exclaim.
Suddenly, my body grew hot, in a burst of energy I leap with incredible speed to your side. Independent of my mind, like an instinct, I take your hand and begin kissing up your arm. I pause, and look to see the same shocked look I have on your face.
"Tish, my dear, my apologies, I don't know what came over me!" I stumble over my words.
"Oh Gomez, is that how you feel about me?" You wonder, your eyes not leaving mine.
"Ever since I first met you, you've had this sort of magnetism, all my thoughts have revolved around you," I manage to say, half breathless.
"Gomez, for the first time in a long time, I can feel my heart is beating, my face is flushed, and there's a wonderful pain traveling all over my body," you respond, an unspoken agreement that this couldn't be anything else. The raw mess of feelings shared between us: love. In these few moments alone, they have evolved beyond foolish lust- that many shameful men have felt for you- into assured attraction, sparks are flying.
"Tish?" I say.
"Oui?" You exclaim.
There's that fire again, that drives me towards your lips. Inches from one another, I reach to caress your face.
"Mon amour," you whisper. My lips capture yours, soft and a tempting shade of red, the kiss is a quick burst of the pent up passion. We part with my arms around your waist.
"I think I like French," I chuckle.