"How long will you be gone?" Fester asked his brother.
"Two weeks." Replied Gomez as he hurridley threw his clothing into his suitcase.
"Have fun." Fester said. "Hopefully you're plane experiences some turbulance."
Gomez chuckled. "Yes, that would be nice." He bit his lip. "God, Fester, I'm such a lucky man. I often ask myself, What on earth did I do to deserve Morticia?" He sighed. "After I drove you off, I figured I was doomed to a life of lonlines."
"Well,you weren't." Fester stated, point blank.
"Apparently not." Gomez finished packing. "So, when are you thinking about proposing to that girl of your's?"
"Oh, Dimentia?"
"You have others?" Gomez chuckled.
"No, she's the only one. But..." Fester didn't know where he was going, his mind was racing around that particular subject.
"Buck up, old man!" Gomez heartedly slapped his elder brother on the back. "It's not tpical of an Addams to wait this long."
"Well... I'm afraid." Fester confessed.
"Don't worry. Morticia and I will help you as soon as we get back." Gomez promised.
"Alright." Fester paused. "See ya then!" He held his hand out for his brother to shake, but Gomez flipped him and threw a knife at his head.
"I'll miss you." Fester smiled.
"We'll call!" Gomez called as he walked away.
Fester sighed and shook his head. "Be honest!" He called.
Gomez paused. "We might call!" He said again.
"I said be honest!"
"Fine!" Gomez stopped walking and called, "We'll talk to you the night we get home!"
"Oh, really?" Fester asked, teasing his brother knowing he was taking his wife straight upstairs before any How was Transylvania? conversation occured.
"Goodbye!" Gomez then resumed walking, smiling and slightly chuckling to himself as he did.
"Gomez!" Morticia called. Anyone else would not have noticed the hint of distress in her voice, but Gomez was not anyone else.
"Coming, Querida!" He then ran to the bathroom, and she was ready to leave. "Tish, what's wrong?"
"Darling, that lovely necklace you gave me. I hadn't taken it off since I took a shower. I got out and it was gone. I-"
Gomez had never seen her this frantic, he then put a hand on her shoulder and looked into her eyes, lovingly. "Cara mia, I took it off of our dresser because I wanted to make sure you didn't forget it." He then took the necklace out of his pocket and placed it on her pale neck.
"Oh, darling. I was so worried." Morticia calmed down and rested her head on his shoulder as he held her. He kissed her and after a few seconds, Morticia saw that they're flight was to leave in one hour! She gasped. "Mon cher, we have to leave."
"You're absolutely right." They then bid the rest of the family goodbye and headed to the airport.
It took hours, but finally, they arrived in Transylvania. The plane experienced so much turbulance, they thought it was going to crash. For some reason, Gomez and Morticia were the only ones to seemingly get a rush out of it. So much of a rush, that they were to busy making out and professing their undying love to one another to notice all of the stairs they were getting.
Once they arrived, a large black taxi was waiting. The driver looked a bit frightened and looked at Morticia as though she were a ghost. Gomez then held her waist tightly, as he saw this as the the driver hitting on her with his eyes.
They arrived at the hotel. Inside it was beautiful, gothic, dark and ever so elegant. It used to be an insane asylum. Gomez carried his wife to the elevator, and held her until they were led to their presidential suite. It was exquisite. It had walls that were so dark, they were almost black, a king-sized, black bed with black silk and satin sheets. This was all topped off with a box shaped jacuzi tub, that had water dyed black, and a balcony and windows with black curtains. The balcony provided a lovely view of the city that was supposed to have a rainy week.
The bellboy had left after recieving a hundered dollar tip from the strange people and gave them their room key.
"Tish... do you like it?" Gomez asked.
"Why, darling... it's beautiful." Morticia responded. She walked over to the window and realized that it was cracked. She closed the blinds, turned and smiled at her husband. "You spoil me, mon amour."
"For you, I requested only the best." Gomez gripped her waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Darling..." Morticia purred. At that instant, Gomez's entire being lit up in flames like last year's Christmas tree. He locked the door, and kissed her all the way up her arm, down her spine and up to her neck. When they met eachother's lips, they knew they were going to be in the hotel room for a while.
It was the last day of the trip and the couple had been having a magnificent time. Today, they had gone and seen Count Dracula's old castle. Every time she saw a new torture device, or heard a new horror story, Morticia's eyes lit up. Gomez, too enjoyed it but was just happy that Morticia was getting everything she ever wanted. They had gone to a gothic restaurant and drank... quite a bit. Morticia would have a drink or two every now and then, and she had gotten drunk maybe once or twice. Of course those were on nights when she and Gomez were completely alone... But tonight, she had had about eight drinks, and she weighed only between one hundred thirty and one hundred thirty five pounds, so she was a bit intoxicated.
They still did the tango as if they were completely sober, however and Gomez held her as they walked out of the restaurant. But that didn't stop her from nearly falling. Gomez caught her and she rolled her ankle, but in her current state, she didn't mind. They got into the taxi and Morticia rested her legs on his. "Gomez, I had a marvelous time." Morticia managed to say. "It was absolutely marvelous. Gomez, did I tell you already that I had a marvelous time?" She asked.
Gomez chuckled and bit his lip. "Don't worry, Tish. You did, cara mia, but don't worry about it." He turned his attention to the taxi driver. "Hotel de Nebunie, vă rugăm să șofer." He told him. He had picked up on his Romanian while in Transylvania. Of course Morticia had learned it better and faster than he did.
The driver nodded and began to drive to their destination.
Gomez eyed his wife whom was seemingly in another universe. Gomez was eaually drunk but for some strange reason his affects took an hour or so to show. It would be about a thirty minute drive and Gomez wasn't entirely sure his wife was going to last.
"Gomez, darling? I think I rolled my..." Her drunken mind struggled to come up with the word. "Bone." She decided.
Gomez rolled his eyes, and smiled. "Yes, my darling, you did." He then massaged her ankle in efforts to try and ease her pain, and mostly to find any excuse to touch her until they got out of the car and into their room.
About twenty minutes into the drive, Mortcia switched positions and rested her head on her husband's shoulder. He held her icy hands, and kissed them. He then used his own hands to try and warm hers, and she eyed him seductively. "Tish... you're so beautiful." He moaned.
"Mon cher... prenez-moi." She then kissed him, hard and passionate... and long.
They grasped eachother intensley, barely drawing in breathes. They did this until they got to their hotel... which was also about the time that the poor taxi driver was becoming emotionally unstable.
Gomez exited the vehicle and opened the door for his wife. He then asked the driver how much money the ride cost.
"T-twenty... twenty two fifty." The driver muttered, upset.
Gomez shrugged. "Sounds fair enough." He then reached into is wallet and handed the man two thousand two hundres and fifty dollars.
"S-s-sir... I meant-" The driver paused, then gulped, not wishing to spend anymore time with these people. "Thank you." He then sped off.
"Drive Wrecklessly!" Morticia managed to call.
"Alright, carita." Gomez gripped his wife's waist. "Let's get you back to our room."
On the way up to the top floor, Gomez began to feel like the affects of alcohol were ting their toll. He was slirring his words a bit and he was barely steady on his feet. He managed to walk Morticia to their hotel room and they locked the door. Inside, they changed into their nightclothes.
"How are you feeling, my dearest?" Gomez asked.
Morticia blinked and sat on the bed. "Wonderful, darling. I had a glorious evening."
Gomez walked towards her. His wife was radiant as ever, but she looked tired. "Would you like to get some sleep? Or..."
"Or..." Morticia held out the word. "Nous pourrions rester éveillés." She suggested.
Gomez became completely engrossed in his wife's eyes. "Cara mia..." He gripped her waist.
"Mon sauvage..." She moaned and kissed him. "Gomez, last night you were... unhinged. You were like ver some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me."
Gomez eyed her seductivley.
Morticia sighed, but a sigh that was elegant and in love. "Do it again."
Gomez grabbed her and at that instant, they professed their undying love for one another over and over again until it became something even more, after all they had the whole night.
An hour later, they were in the jacuzzi tub, and the effects of alcohol were wearing off. Morticia sat almost on her husband's lap as he wrapped his arms around her. "Unhappy, my darling?" He asked as he kissed her neck.
"Oh, yes. Yes, completely." She said and closed her eyes. She glanced over at the clock on the wall. "Twelve thirty."
They were not worried though, they're flight left at three p.m. and they had plenty of time.
"Perhaps we should move this to the bed, darling, I'm rather tired."
Gomez smiled. "Is everything alright?" He asked.
"Yes, darling. I think that dancing took a toll on my shoulders."
He rubbed her shoulders and neck for a while as they talked until they lost track of time. It was one thirty and before they knew it they were out of the tub and onto the bed.
They woke up at noon in eachother's arms. Morticia's eyes fluttered open and she found Gomez staring at her and pushing a strand of hair out of her face and behind her ear. He then kissed her good morning. "Good morning, carita mia. How did you sleep?"
"Sleep?" She asked, jokingly.
They then began to pack up and head off to the airport and were soon flying. It was wonderful, this time together. Little did they know that something at home was brewing... something that may be to frightening... even for them.