This song is by Claude DeBussy. A little glimpse into Morticia's morning... Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun

I sat in front of my vanity mirror combing my waist-length hair so that it was perfectly straight down my back. The pale woman looking back at me clad in an intricately laced black corset under a loose black cardigan had a smile on her blood red lips.

It was a lovely morning. The thunder crashed outside as the rain poured. It was peaceful. The sound of thunder calmed my troubled mind.

The other thing that calmed my troubled mind was my husband. I could see him across the room straightening his tie in the reflection of the mirror. An hour ago I had woken up to the feeling of his lips on my neck. He loved to wake me up with kisses and caresses and when I saw him by my side first thing in the morning, I knew it was going to be a wonderful day.

I had wrapped my arms around him kissing him sleepily while the feeling of his amazing body started to wake me up.

"Good morning cara mia," he whispered sending a shiver down my spine.

"Good morning mon cher," I replied.

Sure enough at the sound of my French words, he moved on top of me, a groan emitting from his throat.

I had been awake for all of two minutes and my body was already burning with desire for him. I opened my legs for him and lifted my hips begging him to enter me. Without breaking his seductively passionate kiss, he slid into me and proceeded to love me in the way only he could.

The smile on my face widened at the thought. He turned and caught my eye in the mirror and he smiled as well then made his way over to me. He leaned down and placed a kiss on my cheek. Gomez had the ability to be as dominating as he was this morning or gentle and affectionate as he was right now. I loved both.

"Did you have a good morning querida?"

"It was fabulous," I replied. Fabulous couldn't even begin to describe how wonderful it was.

"You look stunning."

He had such as way with compliments. "And you look divine," I said brushing my fingers across his cheek. He gave me another kiss.

"I'm going to do some work. Come to my office if you need me my dear."

"Oui mon amor." I smirked knowing fully what would happen next. I loved doing this to him.

He took my hand in his and proceeded to kiss my fingers up my arm. "Querida, you make it impossible for me to work when you say things like that!"

His lips had made their way to my neck. Before he could reach my lips I stopped him. "Now darling, you know those calls won't make themselves." I brushed my fingers across his cheek seductively. "We'll continue later." I wanted him now as I wanted him every second of the day. But I also liked to tease.

He looked disappointed but he agreed. "You're right my beautiful one." He gave me one more kiss. "I'll go work now. I love you."

"I love you too Gomez."

Seconds later the door closed as I was still satisfied. I was finished with my hair and makeup for the day and walked across the room to blow out the candles, the only source of light in the room at the moment. Before I could reach the closest one of the night table Thing appeared and put it out for me.

"Thank you Thing."

He gave me a thumbs up and I proceeded on to my next task of the morning: making sure our children were ready for school.

I stopped at Wednesday's room which was closest to ours. It was neat and pristine and her bed was made with her headless doll sitting on the pillow. I could always count on Wednesday to be prepared in the morning.

I then turned to Pugsley's room. It was always the opposite of Wednesday's. It was quite a task to get him to clean his room and keep it that way. I walked over to his bed and pulled back the covers. Sure enough he was fast asleep but he was fully dressed. I sat on the bed and shook him lightly. "Pugsley my dear. Wake up."

He opened his eyes. "Good morning," he yawned.

"Shouldn't you be downstairs?"

"I got tired again."

"The bus will be here soon. Have you had breakfast?"

He nodded and yawned again. "Yes."

"Alright then, let's go downstairs. The bus will be here any minute."

He followed me downstairs and we found Wednesday sitting in the living room reading yet another book about the Bermuda Triangle.

"Good morning Wednesday," I said.

She looked over the top of the book. "Good morning mother."

I looked out the window and saw the bus pull up to our front gate. "The bus is here," I said. "You two need to head out now."

The gathered their backpacks and books and I opened the door to lead them outside. As they passed me I placed a kiss on each other their foreheads and Lurch was ready to hand them their lunches. I watched as they got on the bus and Pugsley turned back and waved. I waved back and blew him a kiss.

Wednesday and Pugsley were the joy of my life. But my two little demons were so grown up now. I missed having babies around the house all day. Gomez and I had started trying for another one a few weeks ago. Hopefully soon I would have another baby in my arms.

I closed the door and went back inside. I had a long day ahead of me. That afternoon I would be going to a gallery to present my latest painting inspired by a dream I had months ago of demons being expelled from the body of a fallen angel. Art was one of my greatest passions in my life. It allowed me to make sense of the dark forces of the world that plagued my mind on a daily basis. I'd never had the courage to sell it or put it up at a gallery until I met Gomez. When he first saw my paintings, he was amazed and convinced me to send them off. Since then I'd had them in exhibitions around the world and sold them for quite a lot of money.

On top of that I was working on our latest charity auction and of course I had to take care of my babies when they returning from school. No matter what I was doing during the day I made it a point to spend a significant portion of the day with my children. My parents weren't very involved with my sister and I when we were young and I wanted to change that with my children.

Until the business of my day started, I wanted to take the time to relax with just myself. I enjoyed being on my own more than being out at meetings and talking to strangers. I was very introverted by nature. The only person I felt truly comfortable around was Gomez.

I spent some time cutting the flowers off the bouquet of roses I had gotten yesterday. Why obstruct the lovely thorns with the distraction of petals? I also fed my African strangler Cleopatra. The more time wore on, the more I wondered what my husband was up to. I usually tried not to interrupt him when he was working, but sometimes I missed him so much I figured a little distraction would be good for both of us.

I went upstairs to his office and when I opened the door sure enough he was sitting at his desk on the phone. I almost went back downstairs, not wanting to bother him if he was busy, but he motioned for me to come to him. I happily went over and sat on his lap wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Yes Mr. Stevenson, a joint deal sounds perfect," he said clearly paying more attention to me now than whatever he was talking about.

A devious thought crossed my mind. I started to kiss his neck knowing very well it would distract him even more.

"300 million is fine."

I resisted the urge to moan as he squeezed my butt. He looked into my eyes with anticipation as I ran my fingers down his chest stopping right where we both wanted me to be.

"Yes, we'll get those contracts worked out as soon as possible." He continued to watch me as I unbuttoned his pants.

I ran my tongue over his entire length. He bit his lip trying to stay quiet.

"Tomorrow is fine."

I took him in my mouth. His fingers tangled in my hair guiding me up and down. He always lost control of himself when I took him entirely in my mouth, I was an expert at deep throating him. Slowly I went all the way down on him to see how he would react.

"Can I call you back later? Great, bye." He quickly hung up the phone and tossed it aside. He then pulled me off him, swepts his hand across the desk creating space to lay me down, knocking things on the floor in the process. He threw me onto the desk and moved over top of me. "You little vixen."

I just smirked. My plan had worked. "Je connais."

That was the tipping point. He began his assault on my neck. Hard, biting kisses that left me moaning uncontrollably. "Tish," he groaned as be started to pull off my black leggings and panties. He held my hand, still kissing me, as he shoved himself into me. "I fucking love you."

After making love for the second time that day, our clothes were back in place and I was sitting on his lap in his big spinning chair while he held me close and kissed my neck.

"Should I let you get back to work?" I said softly.

"Never."

I could live with that. I took his face in my hands and kissed his lips as hard as I could. Before we could lose control of ourselves again, I noticed the clock out of the corners of my eyes. "I need to go."

He held me tighter. "Do you have to?"

"We'll have more fun tonight. We haven't used the wheel of torture in a while," I said thoughtfully.

He drew in a sharp breath at the thought. "I can't wait Tish." He kissed me once again.

Why did he always make it so hard for me to leave? I knew the longer I kissed him, the less likely I would be to leave the house. I had to force myself to stand up. It was like ripping away a piece of myself. "I'll see you this evening my love."