Disclaimer: The characters and anything else that may be part of the characters and scenery and other ideas that belong to Chas Addams or Paramount do not belong to me. The plot and anything you don't recognize is mine.
A/N: Terribly sorry for any inconveniences I may have caused, but I had to get rid of the lyrics because they weren't located in the Public Domain. Again, terribly sorry, and I hope you still find the story enjoyable. For anyone that may be wondering, this first chapter with the lyrics from "When I Think About Cheatin'" by Gretchin Wilson in mind.
They had been fighting all day and she was tired of it. She put the finishing touches of her makeup on her face; a light gloss over her red lipstick to make a shine, a slight cats-eye to the corners of her lids. Sliding on her shoes she left their chambers and walked down the hallway. Gomez was sitting in the parlor ferociously smoking on a cigar and staring off into space. She descended the stairs and without looking at him said, "I'm going out," as she grabbed her floor length velvet cloak.
"Fine, just don't be out too late," he sighed, his eyes were tired. He was fed up with this fighting as well but they were both too stubborn to let the subject drop, or compromise. Normally he would have asked where she was going and if he could join her. It was already six in the evening, too late for errands; he knew she wouldn't be doing them anyway. She didn't know what she would be doing all she knew was that she needed out of this house. She closed the door behind her without another word to her husband. She would go back – she loved him too much not to – but she needed time to think and figure out what her heart, her mind and her gut telling her… and what the difference was.
She wandered the streets of the city for some time before coming across a club she had frequented in her youth. The last time she had been there was when she was still single, over a year ago. She ducked inside and let the bouncer take her cloak, it was Jasper; he had been a close friend before she had started seeing Gomez. He nodded to her with a smile and she inclined her head in return, tucking her long black hair behind her ear. They didn't speak though and she continued to the bar.
She was aware of heads turning in awe or in hate, she knew she was gorgeous and she knew how to dress to accentuate her curves and otherwise very feminine figure. She was dressed in the manor she had been famous for before she got married. She wore a short denim skirt that barely covered the lacy underwear she had donned. Her top was a low cut V-neck ¾ length sleeved black tee that hugged her abdomen and bosom. The entire ensemble showed off her hourglass figure perfectly, she was also wearing her biker stilettoes – she didn't bike, of course, but they made her legs look sensual.
She hadn't really meant to dress like a slut or to end up in this particular club but her actions were done and there wasn't much she could do to fix it except go home and make up with Gomez. But she wasn't ready just yet to give in or meet in the middle so she reached into her bra and drew out the twenty she had stuffed there. She ordered a dirty martini and, placing the change in her bra, leaned back against the bar enjoy the loud music and dazzling lights.
She closed her eyes and just let the music take her away and wash over her senses. Her heart beat in time with the bass and the lights created a show on her lids. "Excuse me!" a voice that was not the one singing over the speakers caused her to open her eyes again. Beside her was a young man she judged to be about her age. He was handsome, though not so good looking as her Gomez. He had a kind, boyish face and slightly bronzed skin. His hair was a dark shade of blonde from what she could tell in this dim light. It was long, reaching down to almost brush his shoulders – normally Morticia would have found the look appalling – but on him it worked. He was tall, an inch or two above her and she was almost six feet in these shoes. His face was clean shaven but she could see chest hair sticking out of the top of his button up black silk shirt. This was the result of his top three buttons being undone. All in all she found him rather attractive.
"May I help you?" she asked, raising her voice to be heard over the loud music.
"I was simply wondering if you would like to dance, you look lonely," he replied, yelling as well. She thought about declining, Gomez on her mind, but he wasn't here now and what was one dance?
"Sure, the next song though, this one's almost over," she responded and then took a sip from her martini. She had slowly been drinking it and it was almost empty. She wasn't worried though, she had always been exceptionally good at keeping her wits about her and remaining cool and collected. It helped that she had a high alcohol tolerance. She finished her drink just before the song ended and snagged the olive from the glass before setting it gently on the bar.
She held the fruit in her teeth and removed the toothpick from its center, placing the small piece of wood on the bar. The man held his hand out to her and she took it, letting him lead her out onto the dance floor.
It wasn't a slow song, it was quick, and the kind she used to dance to before Gomez. She still remembered how, of course, her body was accustomed to the movements and they were familiar. She didn't mind his hand on her hips or his body grinding against hers. They were all actions she associated with the dance, but when his lips started to dance across her neck and shoulder she grew uncomfortable. She quickly spun around and placed her arms around his neck.
She didn't want to hurt Gomez, which was never her intention; she merely wanted to have a bit of fun while she decided what she really wanted. While she was lost in thought she didn't realize that the man had been growing steadily closer. When their lips met it startled her and she reacted the way she would have had it been Gomez, for he was skilled at catching her off guard physically, though never mentally. But when his tongue slipped in her mouth she came out of her trance and back into the real world. This was not Gomez, he may catch her off guard but he always let her give the signals as to whether or not she wanted to go further. She pulled away from the man, the song wasn't over yet but Morticia exited the dance floor.
She made a beeline for the door, ignoring the gawking stares and apologetic shouts of the blonde haired boy. Jasper gave her cloak back to her and nodded; when she gave a half-hearted smile and her eyes darted back towards the boy who had started following her, his gaze followed hers. She watched as his face hardened and he stepped protectively between her and the bronze man. The blonde haired boy protested some but his complaints were soon but off by the thick door closing and the heavy bass notes. The song ended – it was amazing how much had happened in five minutes.
Morticia lifted her hood over her long curly hair, enveloping her face in shadow. Her heels click clacked as she made her way back to the mansion. She had made up her mind shortly after the kiss. Her heart had been leading her to the answer for so long; she just had to accept it. Her gut was against it; it wasn't the idea itself, she was worried about, but how it would turn out. And her mind had been confused, she wanted it… but she didn't.
But everything was on the same page now; she wanted it to happen, but in its own time. She rounded the corner and the mansion came into glorious view. It was grand in its ruined state, with the dying, leafless trees in the front yard and its total of three stories above ground. The moon silhouetted everything on the estate of the enormous Victorian home from the house itself to part of the cemetery to the trees to the rusted iron encasement of the grounds.
Gate opened happily upon her arrival and closed once she had safely crossed into his territory. She smiled fondly at him before turning to the large concrete pathway that lead up to the heavy oak doors. Taking a breath and stealing herself for the upcoming confrontation she strode up the long walkway. When she arrived at the heavy doors they opened for her to show Lurch, he appeared to have been waiting for her.
A/N: Again, I apologize for any inconvenience I may or may not have caused, and I hope you still enjoyed reading my story. I also hope that you still review!