Frozen outside the wooden door, Gomez listened to Morticia's gasps for air while her body was wracked with sobs. The cold touch of the antique brass doorknob pulled Gomez into reality. He hadn't noticed that his hand had reached out to grasp the only object that stood between him and his darling. Now he squeezed the freezing metal, willing all his tormented emotions to pass through his flesh and into the unfeeling knob. Gomez wished that the door could somehow understand his tragic situation, and open itself so that he could easily go to Morticia. Unfortunately, his wish was not granted, if Gomez wanted to go to his heartbroken love, he had to open the door himself. The doorknob turned with ease, a bead of sweat forming on his brow as he glanced around the dark hallway. He was alone, his actions unnoticed by any creeping eyes that lingered in the house.

The door creaked as he pushed it open, Gomez nervously checked to see if the unexpected noise had disturbed any of the occupants in the house. Thankfully, it did not and Gomez quickly entered through the crack in the doorway. Before he searched for Morticia, he made sure to gently close the door behind him. After the light click of the lock kissed his ears, he allowed his eyes to roam around the dimly lit room. A single candle on the vanity created ominous shadows on the burgundy walls. He expected to see her on the bed, but it remained untouched. Soft cries led him to the darkest corner of the room where he saw her sitting on the hard floor, her face buried in her knees which were held tightly against her chest.

His heart ached at the sight of her. Silently he crossed to her, kneeling before her compacted figure. Timid fingers reached out to caress her silken tresses, feeling each glossy strand pass over his skin. Slowly, Morticia lifted her head. Bright sapphire eyes were clouded by the crimson swelling of tears. As she registered that she was gazing up at Gomez, her tears stopped.

"Gomez?" Her whisper was loaded with disbelief. Gomez took her face in his hands, holding her steady as he leaned in to meet her lips. The taste of salt danced into his mouth as he deepened their kiss. Tongues dueled furiously, convinced that their time was fleeting. Morticia's body began to bloom, opening under Gomez's affection. Her arms released her legs and found their place around his neck. Sharp nails dug into his shoulders pushing him closer against her. Suddenly, Morticia pulled away, her head hitting the wall.

"Tish, are you alright?" Gomez placed a hand on the back of her head.

"Yes, darling." She kissed his cheek. Worry shaded the sparkle in her eyes. "Gomez, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Ophelia?" She looked away from him as she spoke her sister's name. Unexpectedly, Gomez maneuvered into the lotus position, and pulled her into his lap. He held her tightly against him as he spoke tenderly.

"Morticia, I should be with you. Querida, I couldn't even bear the thought of being with another woman. It is you my heart desires."

"She's your wife." The hushed statement ceased Gomez's breath. With force, he hugged her tighter feeling the hard curves of her ribs beneath his hands.

"Only legally, my dear. I cannot give her my love, that belongs to you." With that sad declaration, Gomez recaptured her swollen ruby lips. Morticia melted into his warm physique. Curious hands travelled across each other's bodies, memorizing every inch of new territory. Gomez grabbed her bottom lip between his teeth as the swell of her breast passed under his warm palm. As his hands grew more possessive of the weighty flesh, Morticia began to moan into his mouth. Her sounds elicited more passion from deep within him. Never in his life had Gomez experienced the depth of emotions that were being inspired in him. Morticia pulled him harder against her, playfully swiping her tongue across his lip. His fingers pinched at her, inches of silky fabric rubbing between them. Nails raked across his cheek, making his heart pound violently against its visceral restraints.

Gomez pulled away, and lifted Morticia's pliable body in his strong arms. Their eyes were locked as he made his way to the bed, trust and love sparking between them. Gently, Gomez laid Morticia on the old down filled quilt. The way he handled her body made her feel infinitely precious. She knew that each touch was purposeful, and that he strove for her pleasure. It made her fall more in love with him. As he moved to hover above her, an intensity erupted from deep within her. She felt the need to give him everything, to show that every part of her was his. Little did she know that Gomez wanted to possess her entirely, it was his life's goal to take everything she would give.

Warm hands attached themselves to the sides of her body. They began to venture along her feminine curves, taking their time as they reached new erotic areas. Morticia was breathless beneath him, her eyes were glued to his face waiting to see what his next move would be. He continued to feel her, his eyes following each inch that his hands explored. The black silk of her long nightgown hugged her form enticingly, he could see the shining fabric moving with her breath. For a moment he stopped touching, his eyes fixed on how the fabric would tighten then fall loosely against her abdomen. The immense love he felt for her overwhelmed him, the need to express it to her was suddenly overbearing. Lips captured hers ferociously, passion unhinged as they grew insatiable for the taste of one another.

Morticia arched against his strong chest, her body growing more impatient with need. Her nails raked through his hair, eliciting a growl of pleasure from Gomez. Leaving her pleading mouth, he kissed his way across her face and down to the ivory flesh of her neck. The faint hint of her perfume nipped at his nose as he buried his face in her warm skin. Teasingly, he bit and kissed her, enjoying each surprised gasp that escaped her parted lips. She indulged herself in the compulsion to scratch at his back and chest. The action was happily received, making Gomez become more intense with his bites. Morticia imagined the marks he was leaving on her fair skin, visible signs that she belonged to him.

As their lust grew more uncontrollable, Gomez pulled at the nightgown shielding Morticia's naked figure. As her flesh was exposed, Morticia felt the chill of the room pebble her skin while the heat in her core increased. Frustrated, she tried to sit up and pull the gown over her head, but Gomez's weight prevented her from doing so.

"Take it off, mon cher." She whispered into his ear. To her surprise, he grabbed at her neckline and ripped the fabric. His forceful ardor increased her desire, the raw need to feel him against her was demanding. Gomez was lost in his admiration of her naked form. His eyes roamed hungrily over each curve, studying every detail of the pale beauty before him. Morticia was growing nervous with his sudden reservation, she ran her hands down his arms trying to steal his attention. The gentle touch made his eyes meet hers, the darkness that enveloped them was carnal. He descended upon her, hands and mouth attacking her flesh mercilessly. She pulled at his clothes, she could feel his warmth emanating from underneath the multiple layers of fabric. Gomez hadn't realized that she was carefully working at his buttons until he felt both his jacket and his shirt being spread away from his chest. Cold delicate fingers wandered over his thick chest, pulling at the course dark hair she found in her path. She forced her lips against his, enjoying the animalistic reaction it produced. The feeling of his hands on her body was driving her mad, she felt as if he was taking her to the brink of existence, taunting her with the thin line between life and death.

His mouth stifled her scream when he pinched the peaks of her breasts. The sensations they were creating with their touches was unlike anything either of them had imagined. They both knew that there was no stopping, the fire raging through their blood could only be extinguished by their union. Bodies intertwined, breath increased, sounds of ecstasy poured from their bruised lips, and at last they were joined. Their passionate love making stalled the coming of day, Gomez not letting a minute be wasted. Again, and again they expressed their love, Gomez happily claiming Morticia as his and giving her all that he was. Before sleep stole his consciousness, he pulled Morticia tightly against him enjoying the feel of her lithe body resting on his. He kissed the top of her head, a grin plastered on his face as he replayed their hours of bliss in his mind. At last he succumbed to sleep, still holding his true wife fiercely against him.