This is my first Addams family work, so I'm a little nervous. The fic is loosely inspired by "How do you want to die?" by Its_Raineing_Words on AO3.
The story is unbeta'd and English is not my native language, so there might be some mistakes. Enjoy and let me know what you think!
"Cara mia?"
"Hm," she hummed. She thought that her husband had surrendered his spirit to sleep but apparently he was still awake. Often Gomez would lie awake in bed, admiring the beauty of his wife. Morticia knew that and it delighted her. He still desired her. Sometimes she only pretended to be asleep and heard the sweet things he said about her, to her. Sometimes she watched him as he was sleeping. She still desired him as well.
"Have you ever thought about how you wish to die?" he asked her.
She looked at him. That was interesting. She had come up with so many ways of torturing and being tortured, but she had never actually paused to imagine her death. All she knew was that she wanted to die with Gomez. Dying without him or being left behind in the world of the living was something that she could not bear.
"No," she confessed. "Have you?"
"Yes!" he replied excitedly. "One word, Tish: drowning."
"Drowning?" She had expected something more violent, more macabre and gory. Something beautiful and artistic.
"Yes. We could die in each other's arms. It would be peaceful, I admit it; but I would hate to die alone."
She felt a soft smile form on her beautiful face. Gomez, romantic as always. And dear god, she loved the idea. She saw the appeal in it, the beauty of it. The two of them being swallowed by water, their arms wrapped protectively around each other's body, sharing one last kiss before letting go.
"I would love that, mon cher."
Gomez groaned. "Oh, Tish, that's French. You know what French does to me."
Her smile widened. "Yes, I do, mon amour."
Her husband gasped and started planting kisses from her fingertips all the way up to her shoulder. She looked at him, grinning, marveling at the way a few words from her lips could drive him wild.
But she had to give him some credit: the way he kissed her all the way up and down her arm drove her wild. The way he looked at her made her heart flutter like a butterfly trapped inside her rib cage. She still remembered the moment their eyes had locked for the first time in that funeral. She had wanted to hear his voice, to feel his arms around her.
Yes, she decided as she kissed him; she would gladly die in his embrace.