Morticia Please
Rated M
Michaelis has found solace in the matriarch of Addams household shortly after finding them in their cemetery, bleeding and crying. Morticia grows fond of the young one as time goes but Gomez is rather concerned of the growing bond between his wife and the mysterious person. Will romance blossom between the matriarch and the young person or will Gomez stomp it out before it begins?
Disclaimer: I do not own the Addams family nor any other character just Athena. Also this takes place in the 21st century. (: Enjoy
Chapter 1: Who is it Tish?
The night was young and miserable as ever as Morticia Addams stalked her cemetery in the pale moonlight. Often she and Gomez, her loving and handsome husband, would walk together while telling each other how much they loved their other half but tonight was different. Gomez had made a playful jab at the way Morticia had encouraged Wednesday, their now sixteen year old daughter, to tell Joel, her seventeen year old boyfriend of three years, that she loved him without betraying her 'emotionless' demeanor by seducing him the way her mother seduced her father.
It bugged Morticia to no end because while Gomez and her shared a burning passion for their love, he often did not understand what she meant by telling him she loved him. Morticia gave her heart to him in its entirety the minute she met him, did not give her love time and did not seek other options. She truly loved this man but as years had passed the passion and fire from their loved had waned and grown weak.
Morticia sighed as she sat against the mausoleum wall, dusting off her black dress and leaning her head against the wall. 'What has happened to my marriage? Am I no longer desirable? Have I wronged my husband? What could I have possi-'Morticia was dragged from her thoughts by a loud sob. She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at the sound, "Wednesday? Darling is that you?" When no response came, Morticia stood and walked behind the tomb only to gasp at the sight before her.
A young woman, or rather man, was curled in on themselves, blood covering most of their pale white skin and was sobbing as they rocked back and forth. "Oh my!" Morticia exclaimed, rushing to aid them, who flinched as the woman's hands brushed their short red hair from their eyes. They whimpered, "Please don't hurt me." Morticia's eyes widened in shock as she saw the lacerations covering their torso and arms, "I will not hurt you darling. Stay here and I will be back with my butler."
To her surprise, they nodded still crying while she scurried off to retrieve the quite man from his room. After two knocks Lurch had opened his door to see his Mistress who looked rather panicked, "Lurch I require you to accompany me to the cemetery quickly. There is a young person who is injured and requires our help." Lurch followed the matriarch in steady steps as the cold night air bit into his skin harshly. They were still rocking back and forth looking around wildly as they did so; Morticia grimaced, "This is Lurch, he is only going to carry you into the guest room in the house. Is that okay?" After a moment of thought, the person nodded allowing the man to pick them up before the three moved back to the house.
Once back inside, Lurch placed them on the bed gently before excusing himself to return to his room. Morticia locked the door before taking off her cloak and turning to them, "I will run a bath for you." The bathroom was rather plain yet elegant, a stark black and white besides the odd ball soaps in bottles that sat on the very edge. Soon warm water filled the tub and steam the air; "Thank you." Morticia jumped hearing the silky voice from behind her, "Oh my, you scared me darling."
"I'm sorry…" they mumbled sitting on the toilet, watching Morticia with curious eyes. The matriarch grab a small cloth, dipping it into the water before bringing it up to their face, "May I?" They nodded; slowly Morticia wiped the blood off their face showing more and more of their beautiful features. A strong jawline. Natural red lips. Beautiful blue-green eyes. Their hair fell back into their eyes, masking them from her icy blue eyes as she worked on their neck. 'My their skin is pale, paler than my own.' Morticia thought to herself as she placed the cloth on the edge of the tub. "I will retrieve some clothing for you to wear until you find more suitable."
Michaelis's POV
I slip off my tank top and shorts before slipping into the warm water; I hiss at the sting of my cuts as I sink lower and lower into the water. The water slowly turned into a pinkish color as I rub my arms, thinking of the woman who had just stepped out of the room and was being incredibly kind to me. 'She is very beautiful and kind, but she cannot be the only person living in this huge house.' I submerged myself under the water, looking up at the ceiling through the tint of aqua. A muffled knock caused me to sit up rather abruptly, wiping my eyes as I curled in on myself, "Yes?"
Morticia opened the door, now wearing a loose night gown it appeared, "May I come in?" I nod, resting my chin on the edge of the tub to hide my upper half from the older woman. She placed a pair of pants and a long sleeve shirt on the sink before sitting on the toilet quietly, "I was unsure of the size you might wear so I guessed but the shirt is one of the only normal shirts I own in my wardrobe of black dresses and other things."
"Thank you Mrs. Addams." I say, finishing cleaning off my blood from my legs. She laughs the most gorgeous laugh I've heard in a long time, "You can call me Morticia when it is just you and I, around my family however Mrs. Addams is more appropriate." I smile calmly, "Yes…Morticia." We sat in complete silence, the only sound heard in the room was the occasional hoot of an owl or howl of a wolf. I shiver as the cold air sweeps across my shoulders, goosebumps appearing almost instantly, "Um could I have a towel please?" Morticia smiled and retrieved one from the rack in the bedroom, "Dry off and allow me to clean your wounds on your back." She shut the door to the bathroom, leaving me to do as asked; I dried off slowly saving my hair for last, the red locks splaying everywhere.
The pants were soft like sweatpants yet hung loosely on my small frame while the shirt fit snuggly and smelled of roses, lavender, and something else that was intoxicating to my senses; the neck of the shirt gave me the comfort I needed while the long sleeves also added to the feeling. Picking up the black comb, I set to work brushing my hair back before shaking my head letting it fall again naturally over my eyes. I look in the mirror again, pleased with my appearance, I walked into the room again to find Morticia sitting in the middle of the bed with the first aid kit.
Morticia's POV
I smiled at the sight of them; hair back in their eyes but my shirt looked absolutely stunning on their small frame while my husbands' pants fit loosely over narrow hips. I pat the spot in front of me gently, "Let's get you cleaned up." They did as instructed, pulling the shirt to cover their front but exposed their scarred and marred back. Scars littered their back, from burns to what looked like tears from a belt; the new cuts were deep and had blood already seeping from them as they stretched to remove the shirt. I grab a cloth and douse it in alcohol before setting to work on each cut, making sure to clean them thoroughly and gently as possible.
They hissed and squirmed as I did so but never once did they move, "I must commend you on sitting here still, normally my husband or children would be up declaring that they would not allow me to continue." They frowned from what I could see of their face but had said nothing of my family. I continued my work in silence noting every mark and scar that marred pale flesh; "Would you allow me to clean the wounds in front? If not it is com-"
"Yes but don't be disgusted with what you see please." They cut me off very quietly but they sounded very scared to remove the shirt. I nod turning my back in respect as they removed their shirt; "You can look Morticia." I turned and gasped; their front was covered in new cuts and old, burns, plenty of self-harm scars, but the most noticeable marks on their front were two long cuts on the pectorals that were half-hazardly sewn shut. "What happened to you?" I ask, tears oddly forming in my eyes. She sighed, "Four men kidnapped me and locked me up. They told me what they would do to me because I was only me. For my body looking this way, they took my breasts, stole my virginity and hurt me anyway possible." She shook with rage. "I got away before more happened what has been taken from me cannot be given back nor do I want them back. It is too much for my mind. But the one thing I did wrong was being who I was, wanting to be a male and not a female. I was a bad person for waning that."
I walked to them and hugged tightly, "I am so sorry no one was there for you my child." They started to sob, "I am not a child! I am an adult! I shouldn't cry like this! I shouldn't be so damn weak!" Their fingers dug into my nightgown as they sobbed harder, so I pulled them closer and rocked back and forth. It seemed like hours before they stopped but it meant they felt better, "Better darling?" They nodded but looked into my eyes through red locks, "Yes but my name is Jack. You don't have to call me darling." I laughed again for the second time that night, "Jack is a very handsome name, but perhaps I like calling you darling." I was teasing him of course; he laughed hiding his eyes, "How about when it's just you and me you call me whatever you'd like but in front of your family Jack will do. Fair enough?"
"Yes I'd like that. Jack." I purred setting back on the bed motioning for him to do the same. He sat in front of me, allowing me to clean his wounds and allow my finger tips to explore his flat chest as I did so. He shivered as I moved the cloth over the stitches, "We can go see a doctor tomorrow for these or I can have a doctor come to us if that would make you more comfortable." He hummed as I smoothed cooling gel over them before applying Mama's special cream that healed at a faster rate and patching them up with gauze and tape. "If it doesn't bother you have a doctor come here, I won't be able to handle public places for a while." He bit his lip in an adorable way, which made me smile gently, "Of course."
"There all done darling." I say putting the kit up as he slipped my turtle neck back on. 'Adorable? Morticia you are losing your grip.' I think to myself as I walk out of the bathroom before stopping in my tracks, 'For the love of Satan! How would this not be classified as adorable? Even if it is a disgusting word to describe someone.' Jack was curled up asleep on the bed, hugging a pillow to his damaged chest. I smile as I walk over quietly, "Good night Jack." Placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, which was not normal I noted, I walked out the door before I turned face first into a strong chest. My husband.
"Tish? Who is that?" Gomez asked rather heatedly, grabbing my waist roughly. Normally his rough animal like nature got me excited and in a passionate heat, but this scared me and I did not like it at all, "Gomez you are hurting me, please let go." I ask quietly, looking him straight in the eye dangerously. He released me and took a step back, "Morticia who is that? Do not make me ask again." I sigh before telling him the story Jack told me, my blood beginning to boil at the thought.
"Alright cara mia, I was merely wondering who was intruding in my home. I want to keep you all safe my love, you all are my world. I do not wish to lose it ever Tish." His rough hand caressed my face gently before pulling me in for a tender kiss, I returned his kiss but he nor I put much effort into our kiss; our passion was all but gone. I allowed him to carry me to our room, were he placed me in our bed before crawling on top of me. He kisses my throat and neck, nipping as he went; 'He is trying so hard but I do not want this.' I thought to myself but my body betrayed me and I succumbed to his touches. Jack's face and voice floated through my mind as he made rough, quick 'love' to me. I made quick pants and moans as I felt myself climax, gripping the bed sheets as I groaned and came back to earth. Gomez landed next to me panting hard, "I love you cara mia." I turned to face him, "I love you too Gomez." He smiled and pulled me to his chest before we fell asleep.
The next day…
Jack's POV
I heard a knock at the door which caused me to freak out and hide under the blanket. "Jack it is Mrs. Addams, and my doctor, Dr. James. May we come in?" I released a breath before getting up and opening the door, "Yeah." They walked in quietly as I shut the door and turned to grab my shirt protectively. Morticia sat on the bed while the Doctor washed his hands and came back to us, "Now then, I'm merely going to do a normal check up and take a look at the stitches. Is that okay Jack?" I nod before taking a seat next to Morticia, "Yeah just be gentle on the stitches."
He nods before proceeding on his checkup; I grasp Morticia's hand in anxiety as his hands touched my neck and wrist. Thankfully, she grasped my hand just as tightly as I carefully watched the doctor. After taking my blood pressure, Dr. James took a look at the stitches while pulling on a section of skin to see if the skin would pull apart and it did.
"You need new stitches Jack, these were not done right and are infected. If you do not, you will get sick and you will not heal." Dr. James explained which had caused me to stiffen. Morticia looked at me concerned, "You have to heal Jack, and if you don't you will get sick chéri." I nod, "I know how bad stitches hurt without anesthesia. Forgive me if I'm hesitant to go through that again."
"I have everything I need to redo your stitches including the anesthesia. I only need your permission to re-stitch them." The Doctor says, holding up the bag he came with. I sigh, "I suppose there is no avoiding it." The Doctor retrieves the needle and medicine as I lay back on the bed, Morticia moving to the right of the bed, not letting go of my hand. At first the needle stung but when the medicine kicked in, I felt nothing; the thread coming out of raw flesh. The air hitting the open skin. Or the new needle piercing soft flesh pulling black thread through it.
"There all done Jack, I will give you some pain killers till they heal." The Doctor states before disappearing to wash his hands. I sit up slowly, trying not to move too terribly much, "Thanks Morticia." She smiles, "Of course Jack." The Doctor comes back out, grabbing a pen and paper, "Now I was told that you were a FTM transgendered individual. Where did you leave off in the process of transitioning before you were kidnapped?" I relay the story and give him my doctor's name and number hoping things would change for the better once I got back on track. "Well I will give him a call and have him send the paperwork to me and we will pick up where you left off. In the mean time take these to help with the pain before you start your day and I will be in touch soon." He shook both our hands before leaving us to the quiet of the room.
Hey I know it's rushed but I kinda wanted to show how Morticia has lost her passionate love with Gomez but has not ever lost her love for him. She still loves him but the way it used to be can never be again because that passion has gone for her. Hope it makes sense.