A thousand apologies, life has decided to intervene a little and my little muse well has dried up. I know how to bribe her to come back, so not to worry, I'll hopefully be able to post more sometime between Christmas and New Years. On that note, the merriest of Christmases to all.
He rolled onto his side, pulling her against his chest and nuzzling her shoulder. "Good morning, cara mia." He husked.
She smiled and looked up at him. "I must say, it's a pleasant surprise to find you still in bed. How did you sleep? " She asked, worry striking a chord in her at the brief flash of panic in her husband's eyes. "Gomez? " She asked.
"I slept horribly as usual." He murmured quietly, nuzzling her neck affectionately. "And how did you sleep, anjelita mia?" He asked, kissing her shoulder.
"Positively awful, mon amour." She purred wickedly, her crimson lips thinning into a devilish smile.
"Oh Tish..." Gomez moaned, kissing her deeply. She smirked and arched into him, running her fingers through his hair. He sighed against her lips, pulling away.
She pouted. "Tease."
He chuckled. "Which of us is the tease here..."
She smirked, raising a brow. "If I seem to recall correctly, you enjoy my teasing."
He growled into her neck, kissing the underside of her jaw. "I do...torture me some more."
Gomez sat at the chess board in the conservatory, eyeing Thing's move with interest.
Morticia glanced over at him from her place next to Cleopatra, noting the hunched posture and slight scowl on her husband's face. She refrained from saying anything, knowing he would only placate her.
"You've got to pay better attention, old man." He said with a chuckle, moving his knight and overtaking Thing's bishop. The hand snapped his fingers and dropped to the table before perking up and twitching, pointing toward the door. Gomez took the bait, glancing over, and turned back in time to see his old friend moving a piece.
"You rotten cheat! See if I play you again, scoundrel." Gomez scowled. Thing tipped his king in a huff, leaping from the table and scurrying off.
"My, he's gotten bold lately, hasn't he." Morticia stated, stepping behind her husband's chair.
"Fancy a turn, cara mia?" Gomez asked, taking his enchantress' hand, placing a kiss to her knuckles.
Bang
Morticia sighed, looking down at him. "I hope the children clean up after themselves. The attic was so nicely cluttered. Their explosions seem to even things out, it makes it so uncomfortable up there."
He smirked. "We can always go make a mess ourselves, querida."
She hummed thoughtfully, leaning down and kissing him. "We could, however, I need to go check on the children. Pugsley's having a difficult time now that he's not the only boy in the house."
"He'll muster through it. He's an Addams, we always find our way." He said, watching his beloved leave the room. 'Mine.' He shook his head, ignoring the trickle of uncertainty that went through his mind and looked back at the chess board in annoyance.