*I don't own that Addams Family or anything coinciding with the Addams Family... unfortunately*
Gomez stood behind the long curtains listening to Morticia and Lionel's conversation. "Morticia, you're the only one for me. I know I shall want you for my very own." He heard Lionel's voice, No! It couldn't be! This confirmed all of his fears! "I knew it!" yelled Gomez, jumping out from behind the curtain.
"Knew what, Darling?" his beautiful Morticia asked, looking puzzled.
"You know what I knew!" Gomez baked as he stalked off to go think, or find Fester or meander in the cemetery, anything but stay in that room with that… thing! And not a pleasant one at that, one that was trying to win over his darling Querida!
"Do you know what he's talking about, Lionel?" Morticia turned and asked her old friend. He had matured since she had last seen him, become handsome maybe even, but still with all that he couldn't hold a candle to her troubled Gomez.
"I haven't the slightest idea… unless, you don't suppose… he could be… jealous?" Lionel proposed, and did Morticia catch a slightly sly glint in his eye? No, there couldn't be; Lionel was just an old friend and Gomez should know he's the only man who has ever held her heart so tightly; his hands might as well be a noose wrapped around her neck when it came to her love.
"No, not Gomez, there's not a jealous bone in his body," said Morticia.
*Gomez's POV*
"Do you really think she could be smitten with this Lionel character?" Gomez asked Fester as he paced the play room, fretting.
"Who's Lionel?" Fester asked, he was reading his newspaper on the nail bed near the far wall.
"He's the man Morticia asked to stay here because he'll be in town, why can't he stay in a motel? He's an old friend of hers from school but I think she thinks of him as more of a friend," Gomez's troubled thoughts trailed off as his eyes grew distant.
"Wonderful, wonderful, it says we're going to have good rain and cloudy skies all week," was all Fester had to say.
"Fester!" Gomez burst out, exasperated, "I'm pouring my heart out to you and you just sit there, idly reading your newspaper!"
"Hm?" asked Fester, now confused, he had thought the information would cheer Gomez up, until he looked up at the date on the paper and noticed it was last year's. But when he looked up into the play room Gomez was nowhere to be seen. Fester shrugged and went back to reading his expired newspaper.
*Morticia's POV*
Lionel had long since retired to his room, he said he had business to attend to before dinner, Mama and Thing were preparing a fine evening meal and they would need two more hands soon, but not yet, so Morticia took some zebra burger to the conservatory to feed Cleopatra. The African strangler that she had raised from a tiny weed when she herself was just a girl knew that something was bothering her and was exceptionally mindful of her manners today; she didn't even gulp. After all the zebra was gone Morticia set the bowl down and carefully sat next to her longtime companion. "Oh, Cleopatra, I don't know what to think. Gomez was acting so odd this morning while Lionel and I were talking, I haven't seen him since. I missed out noon time tea and tango terrible. I'm worried about him, Darling; he hasn't said a word to me since he stalked off." Morticia hadn't meant to pour her thought out to Cleopatra, but once she had started she couldn't stop. She had been stroking one of Cleopatra's vines while she was talking and now the large plant wrapped herself around Morticia in a tight, loving embrace.
"Thank you, Darling, and I'm sorry for bothering you so with my troubles." Morticia heard the moose clock chime, it was an hour to dinner, "Oh, dear, Mama and Thing will need me to help them with supper!" she exclaimed, as she retrieved Cleopatra's feeding bowl and went off into the kitchen.
*Gomez's POV*
Gomez went to his study to pace, since Fester was no use; he didn't even try to look for his lovely wife, she was probably off flirting with that Lionel fellow he despised so much. Of course, she'd be taken with him! He's younger, charming, an old friend… and a real looker though Gomez hated admitting to it; when the bell rang for the evening meal Gomez didn't move or even blind. His soul couldn't bear to watch Lionel steal Morticia's heart away from him. And what made him angrier and yet more desperate at the same time was the knowledge that even if Morticia no longer loved him he knew he would love her forever. Death couldn't conquer his love for that magnificent creature he called Cara Mia, Querida and Tish. Oh, Tish! His beautiful Morticia, it was love at first sight!
He had fallen for her the moment he had laid eyes on her that first night at his Cousin Balthazar's funeral. She was ghostly pale and her lips were the color of fresh blood. She looked the image of death in that flowing black dress and he had loved every bit of it. She intrigued him and he would have done anything for her. Then she caught his eye and a cruel smile curved her lips, it said to him, "I'm so far out of your league that if my league were to explode you wouldn't hear the sound for another three days." A challenge. And he accepted the moment his lips curved up in that cocky, stupid grin he had. He hated it, or at least until her grin got bigger and her right eyebrow rose even if it was ever so slightly. A girl who looked almost exactly like her and yet not like her at all, he later learned the girl her sister, Ophelia, elbowed Morticia in the ribs. She turned to Ophelia and the girl said something, the beautiful one stuck her tongue out and focused on the eulogy.
Gomez, slightly deflated turned his attention back to the woman talking up on the makeshift stage, he couldn't even remember her name, and he only knew she was related… an aunt or something. He started listening to her words again though because he really had nothing better to do. "And our beloved Gomez is still a person of interest in the murder investigation!" his-aunt-that-he-couldn't-remember said. He stood up and took a bow. Morticia was drawn towards that strange man and his mustache, and now he was even more interesting that he was a suspect. She had to know who this man was. Gomez had to meet the enchanting woman who was looking at him like a hungry werewolf.
*Please review, this is my first post and I will take anything that will help later posts. I hope you enjoyed the story and I'll get the rest of it up as soon as I can*
