All of the chapter titles are the names of classical music songs. I feel like Morticia would be a fan of classical music. I encourage you to listen to the song as you read. The first one, "Moonlight Sonata," is of course by Beethoven.
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Moonlight SonataI sat in the dead grass surrounded by decaying trees and bushes. The gravestones around me said things like "RIP" and "Loving mother, daughter, and friend." The full moon shone above me, the only source of light in the otherwise dark night sky. The graveyard was eerie but also peaceful.
I enjoyed being surrounded by the rotting bodies six feet under. If there was one thing that was consistent in life, it was death. Some years ago I had considered dying, I thought it would be much calmer than the chaotic atmosphere of everyday life. These days i wasn't so sure that death was the solution to my problems. However, I continued to come to the graveyard and contemplate just what it was that death would have solved, or would still solve. Sometimes my conclusion was nothing. Sometimes it was everything.
A lot of people found graveyards creepy. For this reason I enjoyed them.
I heard a twig crack in the distance. I didn't flinch. If I were going to die, I would want it to be here but I knew that the chances of it being a serial killer were slim. I lived in a quiet town, things like that didn't happen here. If it were a serial killer, I'd be more than happy to discuss the horrors he had experienced on his crusade.
I glanced back and unfortunately for me it wasn't a serial killer. Instead there was a man crouched behind a bush watching me. I turned back to the moon in the distance. If someone wanted to watch me, that was fine. I had no reason to oppose this.
I could feel his eyes on my back. I wondered how long he intended to sit there and watch me. Surely I wasn't that interesting. About ten minutes later, I heard the crunch of the crisp dead grass under his feet as he slowly walked toward me. For a moment I wondered if he really was a serial killer.
Instead of shoving a knife into my back and twisting it as I'd imagined in my deepest fantasies, he sat next to me. I looked at him again and I had to catch my breath. Now that I could see him better, I had to admit he was incredibly handsome. His black hair was slicked back, his navy blue shirt was fitted to his well sculpted chest, his cocoa skin was as smooth as a latte, and his deep chocolate brown eyes were looking into mine so intently it made my heart beat fast. It felt like he was looking into my soul.
After a few seconds of gazing into his captivating eyes, I started to feel like I should say something. "Hi."
"Hi," he replied. Even his voice was deep and smooth. It made my heart skip a beat. "I'm Gomez. What's your name?"
I ran my fingers through my waist length hair trying to quell the nerves that coursed through my body. He was so forward, it was as if he knew me. I was sure I'd never met him before, but it felt like I had. Our conversation felt normal, like something that should happen. "Morticia."
"Morticia," he said again becoming thoughtful. "That's a beautiful name."
Something about the way he said my name attracted me to him even more. No one had ever said it with such definity and at the same time adoration. "Thank you." I noticed he hadn't once taken his eyes off me. I realized I hadn't been able to peel my eyes away from his either. I tried to clear my mind enough to respond. "What are you doing out here Gomez?"
"I always come out here," he said. "I love graveyards. They're very peaceful."
I was shocked. I expected him to say he had gotten lost or something. No one had ever shared my love of graveyards. I was starting to wonder if we shared anything else in common. "I agree. They're perfect places for thinking, avez vous?" I said slipping into French as I occasionally did. My father was a French man and I had been raised on English and French.
I didn't expect Gomez to react the way he did. His eyes seemed to burn a little brighter and I heard him draw in a sharp breath. "That's French."
"Oui," I replied, wondering where he was going with this.
Suddenly my hands were in his and he pulled me close to him. "I didn't think anyone could get more beautiful." He then kissed my fingers.
I was incredibly surprised and pulled my hands back out of reflex.
He seemed to realize what he had done and he suddenly looked away ashamed. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."
I regretted pulling away from him. No one had ever held me close to them with such intense fervor nor had anyone ever kissed my hands with such respect. I had been inches away from him. The smell of his cologne was enough to make me melt. At the feeling of his hot breath on my face, in that instant I wanted to kiss him on the spot. Now separated from him,I felt cold and empty. It was almost like I had this desperate need to feel him.
I realized how ridiculous I was being. I had just met this man. To think anything could come from this, to think I should feel like I have to be in his arms after only exchanging a few words with him sounded ridiculous to me. And yet the way he looked up at the moonlight as if wondering whether I would demand that he leave made my heart ache. I felt the need to console him.
"No, don't be sorry. It's okay," I said putting my hand on his, out of comfort and need for an excuse to touch him. His hand was big and soft and his skin, although very light, was much darker than my own porcelain complexion. His eyes met mine again and irrationally I almost jumped for joy at the opportunity to look into his again. A smile touched his face as well.
"Has anyone ever told you that you have the softest brown eyes?"
I was confused. Maybe he hadn't been looking at me as intently as I had been him. I knew I was being stupid. "No...besides my eyes are blue."
That charming smile warmed his face again. "No wonder no one has ever told you."
I started to laugh, a high giggle that surprised even me. I longed to know more about this handsome, charming man. "What do you think of bats and thorns?" I could feel myself getting closer to him as I spoke.
"I think they're some of the most romantic things in the world."
Everything about him was honest and open. I could feel his breath on my face again. It smelled of spearmint. He was getting closer to me too. My heart was pounding. I could barely breathe. Every nerve in my body told me I was insane. I didn't care. I wanted to know him, every part of him.
His lips pressed against mine, soft and inviting and his mustache brushed against my face. His breath mingled with mine and his arms snaked around my waist pulling me closer. I was now pressed against his body and I was right about him being very well built. In desperation I clung to him, my fingers tangling in his soft black hair. I instinctively opened my mouth and his tongue brushed against mine. He was by far the sweetest thing I had ever tasted. I had never experienced anything so intoxicating in my life. I was breathing heavily, moving with him, and it was starting to not be enough. My conscience had almost given up in trying to reel me in...almost.
I realized how carried away I was getting and willed my conscious mind to return. Slowly I loosened my grip on his hair, allowed my tongue to return to my own mouth, and began to pull away. It was the most painful thing I had ever done.
We separated and tried to catch our breaths. His face was flushed, I was sure mine was the same. The way he looked at me was again like he was looking into my heart and soul. I knew right then and there that I loved him.
We remained in the graveyard for hours and in that time I learned so much about him. I learned that his name was Gomez Addams and he lived around the corner at his family's estate. He shared my love of horror and macabre, his favorite place in the world was Death Valley, he enjoyed the stories of Edgar Allan Poe and H.P. Lovecraft. He too had fantasized about the logistics of murder as in the story "The Cask of Amontillado" and Cthulhu was one of his favorite stories.
Hours later, I decided I should go home before my family got worried but I desperately wanted to stay with Gomez.
We stood by the creaky gate to the graveyard. He held my hands and looked into my eyes with his forehead place on mine. He was so tall. I was quite tall myself and it was hard to find someone I could look up to.
"Will I see you again?" I asked hopefully.
"Meet me here tonight," he replied before placing another kiss on my lips. I immediately melted into his arms. Tonight would not come fast enough.
I waited anxiously for him that night. It was another clear night, the full moon starting to wane. Usually the moon calmed my nerves but tonight nothing could have accomplished the task.
I spent the entire day thinking about Gomez. I could hardly get anything done. I couldn't stop thinking of how handsome he was, his charming smile, his incredible eyes, and his amazing laugh that was like music to my ears. There were no words that could ever describe how wonderful that kiss was. I had never been kissed like that, I didn't even know kisses that perfect were even possible. I desperately wanted to be with him again and feel completed by him.
Yet, I was afraid. I was afraid he wouldn't come and that everything that had happened last night would be useless. I worried that he hadn't felt the same way about me, that he was just another one of those guys that didn't care about my feelings at all. I'd experienced enough of that in my life, I didn't need any more. I wanted to trust him, I wanted to be with him, and I wanted him to love me the way I loved him. I didn't want to be disappointed.
Just when I was starting to think he wouldn't show up, I felt arms around my waist from behind. I could immediately tell it was him and I almost cried with joy.
"Hi Tish," he said pressing his lips against my neck.
I leaned back against him for a moment then I turned to face him. I took his face in my hands and kissed him as hard as I possibly could. He immediately kissed me back, his lips searching mine just as hungry as I was for what we felt last night.
After a few minutes we broke our kiss to breathe and I suddenly became embarrassed that I had gotten carried away so quickly. How could I let him do this to me so soon?
He noticed my embarrassment and lifted my chin. His eyes met mine again, those sweet compassionate eyes that I couldn't get off my mind since the last time I saw him.
"I missed you Tish."
I loved the way he called me Tish. No one else did that. It was like a special thing we had for just the two of us. "I missed you too, beaucoup."
At the sound of my French, he immediately pulled me close, flames of desire in his eyes burning brighter than I had ever seen. His intensity made my heart beat fast and my body want to immediately succumb to him. "Tish, that's French," he said as he began to kiss my fingers.
It was endearing how much he loved my French voice. A devious smirk crossed my face as I wondered what else I could do to him. " Oui," I said. The hint of seduction in my voice surprised me. I'd never intentionally tried to turn someone on like this before but the way Gomez so willingly gave himself to me and was so easily swayed by my words alone made me feel a little daring. "Je sais que tu l'aimes."
Let out a small gasp as his mouth pressed against my neck. The way his lips sucked the pressure point of my veins and his hands simultaneously pressed against my waist holding my body to his drove me wild.
"Cara mia," he breathed. "Everything about you sets my heart aflame. I've never met someone so perfect in all my life."
My eyes stung from is words. The genuine care in his voice struck every inch of my heart. I was perfect to someone, to him. That was all I needed to hear.
His lips found mine again, kissing me with a growing fervor. I gripped the front of his red shirt wanting, needing, him as close to me as possible. I couldn't hide the way I felt for him and I couldn't deny it. Everything about this, about being with him, felt right. "I love you," I whispered against his lips. I had been thinking it ever since last night and his words had confirmed it. I hadn't meant to say it out loud. Before I could begin to wonder whether he felt it too, he looked into my eyes more seriously than ever before.
"I love you too."
Somehow I already knew.
It had been ten days since I had met Gomez and I couldn't have been happier. He was truly the most incredible man I had ever met. The following night he had taken me out on a date. We went to one of the fanciest restaurants in town and we went dancing. The next day we had gone out on a boat ride and the next we saw a horror movie. The more time we spent together, the more I found that we had in common from our love of movies like The Exorcist and Poltergeist, our interest in haunted houses and demons, and each of us had a deep fascination with death. I learned more about his family, that he had a brother who he seldom got along with these days and that he had inherited a huge amount of money from his father. I didn't care about his money though, it was the person that mattered and he was by far the most kind, caring, humble man I had ever known. I was having more fun with him than I'd ever had in my life. It was like I was in a dream that I didn't want to wake up from.
That night we had gone to see the play Macbeth. It was a favorite of ours and we had been talking about it the entire time during the long walk that followed. Soon we ended up at the place where it had all started for us. We often came to the graveyard at night. It was incredibly romantic to be under the moonlight surrounded by gravestones dead bodies and the occasional bat.
"I love the darkness and the moon," I said resting my head on his shoulder, my fingers laced in his. "It's so romantic and beautiful."
He kissed my forehead. "A perfect night with a beautiful lady."
I lifted my head to look into his eyes which had me in their clutches from the moment I saw them. Whenever he said such sweet things to me, he said it with such sincerity. I could tell he truly cared about me and it touched me to my core. "I love you," I whispered as I ran my fingers across his cheek. I had told him I love him quite a bit over the past few days and each time held just as much weight as the last. I never imagined I would fall in love with someone so fast. It was exciting and frightening at the same time. At any second he could reject me and take back his proclamations of love for me but he didn't. He always reciprocated and it amazed me every time.
"I know cara mia," he said running his fingers through my hair. "I love you too."
"Mon cher," I said as I leaned towards him. We closed the gap between us and the kiss that followed grew in intensity faster than I ever could have imagined. Before I could comprehend what was happening, I was on my back. He moved over top of me, not breaking his desperate kiss. I was being driven mad with desire for him, my inhibitions vanishing as quickly as they came. With weight holding me down making me feel safe, the taste of his delicious mouth, his arousal pressing between my legs igniting a hot desire that I had never felt before, I wanted him more than anything.
Suddenly he began to pull away and I started to think again. It was too soon for this, we both knew it. Yet the look in our eyes said we wanted otherwise.
He sat up on his elbows and took my hand in his and kissed my fingers gently. "Sorry I kind of lost control of myself my darling," he said breathlessly.
"It's okay," I replied almost in shock. As much as he wanted me, he stopped out of respect for me. He wanted to do this on my terms and would not push me to if I wasn't ready. I had never experienced such kindness from a man and it solidified my love for him even further. At first I felt like we were going to far, that we should stop and wait longer. Now I didn't want to. "I don't want to stop."
He looked surprised. "You don't?"
"No, Gomez, my love, I…" How could I possibly put into words how much he meant to me and how much I wanted to be a part of him. "I've never felt so strongly about anyone in my life. The connection we have is so real, it's so right. I want you...all of you."
A smile spread across his face. "I want you too Tish."
I couldn't take it anymore, I pulled him back to me and our deep kisses resumed with a renewed passion. It was different this time. This was deliberate. We knew what we wanted, we knew we wanted to give ourselves to each other. We wanted to sow each other in every way that we could how much we loved each other.
He kissed my neck, my chest, leaving my nerves tingling in every place his lips touched. As he did, he bean to pulled my dress off my shoulders. I let him take off my clothes one by one. I had never let a man undress me before, but I was completely comfortable around him. I trusted him.
I then began to undo the buttons on his shirt, unbuckle his belt, and pull each of his clothes off. His body was perfect, he was everything I had pictured in my dreams and more. The more I kissed him and touched him in places I never would have thought I'd get to touch him, the more he expertly pleasured every inch of my body, the more I wanted to feel him. It wasn't enough anymore. I needed him to ease the burning I felt between my legs.
The next thing I knew, I was laying on my back again, he was on top of me, and before I could contemplate my next move he plunged into me. My back arched and my fingers raked down his back as he moved in and out of me. Each thrust made me moan louder driving me to the peak of my pleasure and when he pushed me over the edge he soared with me in ecstasy moving faster and moaning with me. Throughout every position he was controlling and aggressive biting my neck, pulling my hair and yet he was gentle. He watched my face the entire time for any sign of pain or displeasure and I could feel him pouring every ounce of love he had for me into every kiss and thrust.
When we finished we lay tangled together, hot skin against hot skin, coming down from the incredible high we had just experienced. His arms were wrapped around me tightly as if I'd disappear if he let go. He placed a kiss on my forehead. I buried my face into his neck and held him as close as I could trying to take in every it of him. At that moment I felt closer to him than anyone I'd ever known. I loved him. I knew he was the one I was meant to be with.
The thing about the moonlight is that no matter where you go, it's always there. It sees everything, knows everything, and remembers the special moments bathed in its presence. I could always count on the night sky filled with the light of the moon the be a comfort along with the hand of my soulmate in mine.
My husband and I sat close to each other in the dead grass with our fingers laced together. There was a graveyard on our property, but this one held a special place in our hearts. It was where our lives together had began, where we first admitted our love for each other, and where we had fully experienced each other's bodies for the first time. Whenever we were here it made for sweet nostalgia of a moment that seemed like it was just yesterday.
"You hear that darling?" I said as the wind rustled the trees. "It's the sound of death in the night. It's absolutely divine."
He squeezed my hand. "You're the one that's divine querida."
My husband looked at me with the devotion he'd held for me since the moment we met each other. It was a look that never seized to make me catch my breath and count my blessings that I was with such an incredible man. I couldn't resist wrapping my arms around his neck and placing a kiss on his lips. "Do you remember when we met dear? Right in this very spot?"
"How could I forget? You were the most beautiful being I had ever laid eyes on." He kissed me again. "You still are." His lips found my neck. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back for him. My heart was already racing, my desires growing by the second.
"And you're the most incredible man I've ever known." I allowed him to lay me down. He was on top of me, kissing my lips again. He always left me in a never ending circle of desire. Just the feeling of his lips on mine and the pressure of his incredibly sexy body was enough to send me spiraling out of control. I was already unbuttoning his shirt. "I could never ask for anyone more incredible than you Gomez."
He was taking my dress off, kissing every inch of skin that he exposed. "Same here querida mia."