Chapter 4
It was yet another depressingly hot and sunny afternoon when Gomez Addams paid an impromptu visit to his fiancée's house and was undeniably pleased to learn that both her parents, her aunt and her sister were conveniently absent on a last-minute shopping before the wedding.
The couple immediately fell upon each other ravenously in the middle of the conservatory where Morticia was currently tending to her plants. The knowledge that there were mere three days left until the wedding did nothing to quench their desire for another, quite the opposite. The young couple found it increasingly difficult to keep their hands off each other, but with their nuptials around the corner, Hester kept Morticia busy with last-minute dress fittings and final preparations, and so they barely had any time together these past few days.
"Tish," he said in a strangled whisper, his voice raspy with desire as she pushed him against the wall and ground her hips against his."Querida, not here, not like this."
Morticia groaned in frustration and purposely slid her hands against his abdomen.
"I don't care," she said firmly, biting his lower lips."I don't want to wait any longer, mon cher."
He groaned with pleasure and she gasped in delighted surprise when he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the wall before attacking her lips in a ferocious kiss. He didn't possess the strength to resist her. Since when was he such a gentleman when it came to the carnal pleasures, anyway? Why shouldn't he give in to her, willing as she was, and take her now, against the wall in the conservatory, with her long, enticing legs wrapped around him? The sheer thought made his groin tighten.
No, he thought, no God damn it. He would rather doom himself to yet another sexually exasperating, sleepless night and suffer for the rest of the day than allow her first time to be a quick fuck against the wall...he will leave that for after the wedding.
"You deserve better than this," he rasped, trying his earnest to block the salacious thoughts of this glorious enchantress and smirked despite himself when she let out an exasperated huff. It pleased him immensely to know that she was having an equally arduous time with this as he was.
"Don't you desire me anymore?" She asked petulantly, even though she could certainly feel the evidence to the contrary bulging in his pants. He let out a strangled laugh before grabbing her hips and pulling her against him roughly, showing her exactly how much he desired her.
"I want you so much I can't think of nothing else, querida," he said purposely and placed both of his hands on her shoulders."But I want more for you," he added before capturing her lips in a deliciously sensual kiss and was gratified with her loud moan of pleasure.
"The wedding night just can't come soon enough," she whispered against his lips before capturing them in another hot, wet kiss.
"I couldn't agree more," he said with a deep growl and buried his face in her silky raven hair."But I promise you, all that wait is going to be worth it."
"Oh, I have no doubt about that," she laughed gently, resting her forehead gently against his."But I fear I might go insane before that, I just can't stop thinking about you," she admitted."Even my dreams are about you."
His eyes sparkled with joy at her admission and he bent to kiss her again.
"If it makes you feel any better, father kicked me out from the business meeting today," he said against her lips."One of our business associates asked me a question about that deal we're about to sign and I couldn't answer a single thing, because you are absolutely all I think about these days. Father told me to get the hell out and not to step my foot in the office until after the honeymoon."
She laughed softly and wrapped her arms around his middle:"Actually, it does make me feel better," she grinned at him."It's certainly comforting to know that I'm not the only one in this relationship going insane."
"No, you're certainly not," he laughed and was about to kiss her again when a certain African Strangled suddenly wrapped its thick vines around his neck.
"What on earth?!"
"Oh, it's just Cleopatra," Morticia explained with a gentle laugh."I was about to feed her just before you came over. Poor dear, she must be starving," she added caressing the green plant affectionately as she attempted to lift it off of Gomez's neck but only caused Cleopatra to tighten her grip on him."Now, now darling no need to be jealous, let father go, baby," she cooed at the plant and Cleopatra finally allowed herself to be removed.
Gomez gave out a strangled gasp for air.
"What a jealous little thing," he commented lightly, massaging his neck.
Morticia smiled at him apologetically.
"She's still very young, she's not used to sharing me with anyone," she explained as she slowly partitioned a hamburger with a fork before feeding one piece to the plant."Here you go, my darling, don't gulp."
Gomez smiled contentedly at the image before him, it was hard to believe, watching her now as she fed and cooed at the plant in a gentle, motherly fashion, that just a few minutes ago they were devouring each other passionately, in the heat of the moment, in the corner of the very same conservatory.
"What?"She asked suspiciously after she caught him staring at her for a while.
He looked at her and gave out a slightly embarrassed laugh.
"Nothing," he smiled sheepishly and causally retrieved a cigar from his breast-pocket.
Morticia smiled back but raised her eyebrow skeptically. She was about to pursue the subject further when she heard the front door open, followed by a mingle of excited voices.
"Tish, we're back," came her sister's enthusiastic voice."And we have a surprise for you!"
Gomez looked at Morticia curiously but she just shrugged and put an empty bowl away before linking her hand with his and lead them out of conservatory.
"Gomez, darling how lovely to see you," his almost mother-in-law exclaimed happily upon seeing him."Morticia didn't tell us you were coming over."
Gomez smiled charmingly and bent down to kiss her extended hand.
"Actually, she didn't know. Aunt Aurora had some books she wanted Morticia to read and I offered to drop them to her on my way from my meeting," he explained casually, not missing his father-in-law's muttered 'of course you did,' then greeted the rest of the family.
"Oh, you're such a dear," Hester said and smiled at him affectionately before turning to Morticia."Come, come to the parlour. Your surprise is waiting there," she called as everyone made their way into the parlour.
Gomez was about to follow them when Morticia pulled him back gently and he turned to see her confused expression.
"What books?"She asked. She certainly didn't notice him having any books with him, but Gomez smirked and pointed his head to the table beside the door where, sure enough, two fat leather-bound volumes lay beside the crystal vase."Oh."
"I managed to put them there before my fiancée wantonly dragged me to the conservatory to make out with her," he explained, not even bothering to lower his voice and grinned when she pinched his forearm as the faint blush graced her cheeks."Although, I don't know when does she expect you to read them, because sure as hell you won't have a time for that during our honeymoon," he added with a frown.
Next to him, Morticia looked at two huge tomes and gave out a dramatic, exaggerated sigh.
"Oh, well I guess I will have to allocate some time for reading them. I would hate to disappoint our dear aunt," she said sadly, without any shadow of facetiousness. She's never seen more crestfallen expression than the one that was currently exhibited on her fiancé's face and she had to try very hard not burst up laughing.
He blinked, startled, staring at her in an utter disbelief.
"What?! Tish...what the...you can't be serious," he blurted.
"Come, darling. The parents are waiting," she said instead and gracefully made her way to the parlour without sparing Gomez a second look.
The surprise turned out to be Morticia's childhood friend, Lionel, and it instantly annoyed the hell out of Gomez how happy she was to see the younger man. The fact that he was a particularly handsome and charming, greeting Morticia with a great affection, annoyed him even further. Gomez noticed that Lionel was far much less enthusiastic when Morticia introduced him as her fiancé and the two men shook hands with a fair amount of conspicuous reluctance that was blatantly obvious to everyone in the room, except Morticia.
Yet, Gomez couldn't help a self-satisfying smirk that curled on his lips when she sat down next to him on the settee, linking their hands together and offered Lionel the armchair opposite.
Even Ophelia smiled inwardly at her sister's gesture. She always admired how smart and diligent Morticia was in her academic work, her passion for learning, even though she had little interest in that herself. However, she must admit that when it came to the matters of the heart, her sister could be so painfully obtuse it was mind-boggling. Her coquettishness, her charming wit that many mistook for measured and deliberate flirtation, came to Morticia naturally. Her sister never deliberately flirted. Never and with anyone, she loathed the mundane banality of flirting with passion, it bored her to tears. Hence, one had to be particularly inventive to win Morticia's interest not to mention her heart. Unless, of course, your name was Gomez Addams, then apparently all you had to do was to look at her.
Ophelia knew for a fact that Morticia was utterly oblivious to Lionel Barker's fruitless attempt to win her affections, practically since they moved into the neighbourhood over a decade ago and befriended Lionel, who came over almost every day to play with the sisters despite being terrified of Morticia's pet vultures - Hubert and Henry.
Over the years it became glaringly obvious to everyone that he was desperately in love with Morticia, to everyone - except Morticia herself - who held a great deal of affection for her childhood friend but was utterly unaware of Lionel's romantic feelings. He never found a courage to tell her and Ophelia never enlightened her either, because she found his hopeless struggles hilarious and she liked to tease him for it mercilessly.
Lionel was back home for a one-day visit from his summer apprenticeship in a law firm and came to congratulate Morticia on her engagement to Gomez - how happy he was for her, expressing deepest hopes that Mr Addams knew what a treasure he was getting.
Now, with Mr and Mrs Frump as well as Mabel out for their afternoon walk, the three of them were enjoying their tea and familiar conversation, but Ophelia noticed that Lionel's hand touched Morticia's on more than several occasions while he was telling her amusing stories about his apprenticeship. A gesture that didn't go unnoticed by Gomez either, if his annoyed glare was any indication.
"It's modern-day slavery, I'm telling you," Lionel said dramatically.
"You're just spoiled and utterly unused to a hard, honest work," Ophelia teased drawing a smirk from Gomez and hearty laughs from Morticia and Lionel.
"Straight to the heart, Phee," Lionel said slapping his right hand on his chest in a wounded gesture.
"I hate when you call me that."
"I know," he grinned at her cheekily and turned to Morticia."So how is your hocus pocus study going?"
"How about I shall turn you into a bullfrog, so you can find out for yourself?" She teased over the rim of her teacup.
"Hey, don't jest," Lionel warned pointing his slim finger at her."Do you remember that time you were practising your spells on me and gave me dog ears?" He reminisced and Morticia almost snorted into her tea. Even Gomez laughed.
"Oh my God, you keep exaggerating that incident,"she countered in self-defence."It was ages ago and I turned you back to normal...eventually."
Lionel turned to Gomez who was now watching their interaction with a half-amused, half-annoyed expression, telling himself that he was not at all jealous of their familiarity and effortless banter.
"After a week and not before she accidentally turned the ears pink first."
At that Gomez laughed heartily, earning himself an elbow in his ribs from his lovely fiancée.
"I couldn't find the right spell," she defended embarrassingly.
"Who would have thought that such a talented witch had such embarrassing beginnings," he teased and grabbed her arm gently before she had a chance to connect it to his ribs again. He lifted her hand and placed an appeasing kiss on her knuckles.
"You're ruining my reputation," Morticia accused Lionel who only laughed harder at her embarrassment.
"Ha, you weren't the one to walk around with a beanie hat in a sweltering summer heat to cover pink dog's ears," Lionel interjected grinning at Morticia.
In all honesty, the guy seemed like a decent fellow...if only he just stopped gazing at Morticia like a love-sick puppy, Gomez might have actually like him.
In the late afternoon, they were back in the conservatory, Morticia feeding Cleopatra her dinner while Gomez sat in a metal garden chair, flipping casually through the books Aurora sent to Morticia.
"He's clearly in love with you, Tish," he said casually, watching for her reaction with a corner of his eye.
Morticia raised her eyebrows and laughed dismissively at the suggestion. She put away the empty bowl gently on the glass table and picked up her shears.
"Who, Lionel?"She turned to Gomez and saw him nod."Oh, don't be silly, darling. He's just a childhood friend."
"For you maybe, definitely not for him," he said edgily.
"All these years? I think I would've noticed if his feeling for me were of romantic nature," she added, obviously amused by his insinuation.
Gomez raised his eyebrows and his mouth curled in an amused smile.
"I doubt it," he said."You didn't notice that almost all men at Bar's funeral were practically ogling you."
Morticia raised her shapely eyebrow in surprise at his jealous tone and picked the vase full of roses waiting to be decapitated.
"How could I have noticed them?" She asked as she moved slowly towards the table where Gomez was seating. Soon the sound of the sharp clicks of the shears filled the conservatory and the rosebud started falling on the floor with an almost soundless thud."When I was busy staring at you, mon amour?"
Just as she intended, his demeanour relaxed at her words and he put the book away. He came to stand behind her, his arms circling her tiny waist in a loving embrace.
"Cara mia," he whispered nuzzling her black tresses.
"Gomez," she said softly, turning slightly in his arms and waited for him to look at her."You're not jealous, are you?"
"Me?Jealous?"He almost snorted at the suggestion."Certainly not."
Morticia smiled knowingly and nonchalantly snapped her shears at another rosebud.
"Good," she commented softly before adding in the same placating tone."You needn't be jealous of no one, Lionel couldn't hold a candle to you."
Her words had seemingly desired effect as she felt him smile and his body relaxed in a visible manner, his hands resting at the curves of her hips.
"I guess," he murmured into her silky hair."I guess I can't really blame the poor chap for falling under your spell. After all, you truly are irresistible," he added sweeping the heavy curtain of her black tresses over her shoulder and proceeded to place soft kisses along her neck and shoulders, smiling into her white skin when he was rewarded with a sound that was somewhere in between a moan and a purr.
"Mmmmm, I love when you do that," she whispered, tilting her head to give him better felt his arm sneak around her waist as he nibbled gently at the skin behind her ear.
"Oh, Tish...the things I want to do to you…" he murmured, his voice rasp with his need for her. He turned her head toward him and captured her ruby lips in a hot, wet kiss. The sharp sound of shears hitting the floor reverberated through the conservatory and he felt her willow arms curl behind his neck as she surrendered to the kiss.
"Father wanted me to let you know that the tea has now been served," came Ophelia's soft, amused voice from the direction of the door, startling the couple and they immediately let go of each other. "But I can see you've already started your feast," she added before her lips curled into a knowing smirk and she casually exited the conservatory.
Gomez gave out a frustrated huff before turning to Morticia while pointing at the general direction of the door.
"If we are cursed with those preposterous interruptions once we're married, I will go insane."
The midnight moon cast its silver light over the Addams graveyard as the wedding guests took up their seats in front of an altar made of a rotten oak wood, decorated with a black silk and entwined with Morticia's favourite thorny stems of red roses.
Throughout her life, Mabel Frump attended her fair share of weddings of various friends and relatives and that included four of her own weddings. She always admitted to being a shamelessly romantic at heart. Although, save for the handful of the relationships, almost all of the unions in their circle were arranged marriages, and so love had little or even nothing to do with it, at least initially, she has never allowed herself to become cynical about the idea of marriage. Even though all of her four marriages ended with divorces...or were they all suicides? Oh, who the hell remembered such insignificant details?
She certainly remembered having fun while they lasted.
In any case, she's decided that the wedding of her niece was by far the most beautiful affair she has ever attended. She inwardly praised her sister-in-law and Eudora Addams, the two architects of the whole event, as she surveyed the graveyard. It was immaculately decorated for the occasion, with black ribbons, lanterns and dead flowers of various kind.
She smiled happily and dabbed the corners of her eyes where the tears were starting to gather. She watched her dear brother as he gave Morticia away to the groom and then sat next to his wife, taking her hand into his own in a comforting gesture.
Throughout the whole ceremony, the couple didn't take their eyes off of each other.
When it was Morticia's turn to say the vows, Mabel heard a strangled sniff in the chair next to her and turned to her right where her brother was sitting, looking like a hot mess and his wife was patting his hand consolingly.
When the minister has finally announced the couple husband and wife and allowed the groom to kiss the bride, Gomez, true to his style, gently pulled the black, lace veil off Morticia's smiling face and dipped her low in his arms before placing on her lips the hottest and the longest kiss in the history of wedding kisses.
The Addams graveyard erupted in cheers.
Indeed, Mabel Frump has never witnessed a couple more suited for marriage than Morticia and Gomez Addams.
Even his own wedding day turned out to be an exercise in endurance for Gomez Addams.
He could not take his eyes off his enchanting bride as she cut purposely into their wedding cake and turned to him with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. He watched her scoop a piece of cake with her long nails and place it in his mouth in such a sinfully sensual manner that he felt his groin tighten uncontrollably and was infinitely glad that she stood in front of him, shielding him from the view of their guests.
"You truly are a minx, Mrs Addams," he whispered against her smiling lips before capturing them in a passionate kiss. He was only vaguely aware of the cheers around them.
"Is he ever going to get his lips off her?" Mr Frump growled half-heartedly to his wife as they watched the newlywed couple share their first dance as a husband and wife. Encircled by their guests, they moved gracefully to the sounds of their favourite Strauss' Viennese waltz, smiling and gazing into each other's eyes. As undeniably beautiful as they looked, Mortimer could swear his new son-in-law took it upon himself to annoy the hell out of him, as he watched Gomez dip his wife and kiss her with all his might - to the utter delight of their guests.
Hester laughed above the rim of her champagne glass.
"Not likely, darling," she said, set her glass aside and smiled at her darling husband.
"There will be plenty of time to maul her later."
Hester rolled her eyes humorously.
"Come on, let's dance," she grabbed his hand without waiting for his response and dragged him to the dance floor.
Gomez leaned against the balcony window, cigar in his hand, half-heartedly listening to his father and cousin Cornelius talking about Cornelius' latest hobby - stock market investment - which he insisted Gomez should try. Gomez nodded politely but his eyes kept wandering to the middle of the dance floor where Morticia was dancing with Lumpy, who tried his hardest to impress his new aunt with his latest dance moves. Morticia was, of course, appropriately awed.
The image brought a tender smile to his face. All his little cousins were absolutely charmed by her, particularly Lumpy Addams when it turned out his new aunt was not only a witch but also shared his love for pets and man-eating plants. Lumpy loved the fact that Morticia seemed genuinely interested in his own pet tarantula and asked him real questions about it, not merely nodding politely and patting his head as other adults usually did.
Watching Morticia with Lumpy made him inadvertently wonder if his wife wanted to have children and he smiled softly at the thought of this beautiful goddess having his children.
They never actually discussed the idea but it made him suddenly realize how much he wanted to have a family with her. She would be an amazing mother.
His contemplations were interrupted as Wedge and Lithium made his way towards him, champagne glasses in hands.
"Gomez, I think Lumpy might be in love," Lithium said grinning at him."Your darling wife promised him he could come around and play with her pet lion."
"Yep, a witch with a pet lion and a real African Strangler - Lumpy's dreams just came true," Wedge quipped smiling teasingly at his wife.
"His and mine both," he grinned.
"Did you see aunt Aurora dancing with Morticia's uncle?" Wedge whispered in a conspiratorial tone. "Who would have thought the old bat still had it in her…," he snickered and winced as the infamous walking stick connected sharply with his skull.
Gomez snickered, glad for once not to be the recipient of his aunt's wrath.
"Won't you ever learn, darling?" Lithium asked her husband, shaking her head exasperatedly.
Wedge grinned sheepishly and span around to face a very annoyed-looking Aurora Addams, her walking stick casually placed under her right hand and a self-satisfied smirk on her face. Wedge thought his aunt was the only person on the planet who could look happy and annoyed at the same time.
"I saw you on the dancefloor less than a minute ago, how are you even here?" He enquired, his tone mildly outraged about the fact that she even dared to be in his nearest vicinity when he was shamelessly gossiping about her.
Aurora raised her eyebrow critically.
"You should've known better," she scolded. "Now, if you are done gossiping like a schoolgirl, go get me a drink."
Wedge opened his mouth to deny the accusation, but quickly decided against it, lest the old witch turned him into a bullfrog - again.
"Yes, ma'am," he mumbled and immediately departed to fetch his aunt her requested drink.
"You have such a way with the Addams men, auntie," Lithium beamed, definitely glowing over the fact that her over six-foot-tall husband has been reduced to a little, squirming nothing by his hundred-and-four-year-old aunt.
Ophelia felt giddy with excitement.
Well, in all truth she always felt giddy with excitement, but this was special kind of giddy when two hours into the wedding party she approached her brother-in-law in the middle of the ballroom, where he was dancing with Morticia. She smiled furtively as she tapped him on his shoulder, her daisies bouncing on her head vivaciously.
Gomez turned to her, his arm around Morticia's waist and wife smiled at him placing her hand on his shoulder.
"Everything is ready, I put her bag in the car," Ophelia announced to Gomez, obviously pleased with herself. She beamed at her sister who was regarding her with an amused suspicion. Ophelia clapped her hand together and grinned at her. "You can thank me later," she said mysteriously and winked.
"You're the greatest sister-in-law in the history of humanity," Gomez said and bowed gallantly to Ophelia.
"No one can argue with that," she smiled slyly.
Gomez winked and pulled his wife closer to his side, his lips brushed her ear: "Time to get out of here," he whispered and watched her eyes illuminate with anticipation. Gomez smiled knowingly and turned to locate his father in the grand ballroom. He found him standing next to the balcony door, talking to a distant cousin from Havana.
As if sensing his son's eyes on him, Mr Addams turned towards him and Gomez nodded his head pointedly. Salvador signalled for the band to cease the music, took a fork from the nearest table and tapped gently on the rim of his champagne glass.
"Everyone, your attention please," he bellowed. "My beloved family and friends. Please, gather around."
The hums and murmurs reverberated throughout the ballroom and Salvador Addams made his way towards the newlywed couple as everyone gathered around.
Salvador waited for his wife and Morticia's parents to join him before continuing.
"Dear all," Salvador said formally, holding up his glass. "The time has come to say goodbye to our newlyweds and send them off on their honeymoon," he continued as he turned towards Gomez and Morticia."But before we do so, let me again welcome Morticia into the Addams clan - my dear, we could've never imagined a better wife for our boy, and a better daughter for us," he began drawing an affectionate smile from Morticia. "It's only too bad your father cannot say the same," he said and the crowd gave an agreeing laugh. He saw his son roll his eyes and shake his head good naturally, but the grin on his face did not fade. "May your love and commitment to one another never cease and only grow stronger, for better, for worse and...for whatever lies in between."
He paused as the couple gazed at each other lovingly.
"To Gomez and Morticia - Mr and Mrs Addams," he said and lifted his glass higher.
Their names were echoed all around as the guest toasted to their love and happiness.
Morticia turned to her husband, her hands framing his face as she brought him closer for a loving kiss and the crowd erupted in cheers.
"I love you," she whispered and kissed him again, savouring the taste of him.
"I love you, Mrs Addams."
It was still some hours before dawn when they arrived at the red brick Addams' townhouse, the streets empty and quiet save for the newlyweds and the driver.
Gomez held out his hand gallantly to help his wife out of the car, which thanks to her wedding dress, was not an easy task.
They watched Lurch take all their bags and climb the stair to place them inside the hall. He moved with unusual for him briskness, eager to complete the task and leave the couple for the rest of the night.
"All is ready," he announced in his slow, low growl as he stood before them. "Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Addams."
"Thank you, Lurch," Morticia said and smiled at him fondly.
"We'll see you in the afternoon," Gomez said and Lurch nodded.
The butler barely closed the door to the car, before the couple turned towards each other and their lips joined in a ravenous kiss. They moaned simultaneously at the sensation and Gomez wasted no time, picking his wife up, bridal style, and making his way up the stairs and into the house.
"The bedroom is upstairs," he murmured against her lips.
Morticia was already removing his tuxedo jacket as they made their way towards the master bedroom. She grunted as her back connected firmly with the bedroom door. Gomez pressed against her, placing open-mouthed kisses on her collarbone and down her arm while his hand blindly searched for the handle to open the door.
"God, you taste delicious," he moaned appreciatively when they finally entered the bedroom.
Morticia laughed gently and noticed fleetingly that the bed was already turned down and the ice bucket with a champagne was placed at the dresser table along with two crystal glasses. Her hands hurriedly went to untie the cravat on Gomez's neck and soon the material fell listlessly on the floor.
Gomez started to undo his waistcoat, but Morticia stopped him shaking her head.
"No, let me," she purred and bit him gently on his chin, drawing a soft moan out of him, as she proceeded to undress him and felt his hands on her hips tighten in response.
Gomez groaned with pleasure as she undid the buttons on his shirt, placing luxurious, wet kisses on his chest while her hands explored his taut abdomen.
"Tish," he said, his voice hoarse with desire, feeling his restraint rapidly slipping away. It took all of his self-control not to throw her on the bed and possess her then and there. "I want you so much, querida."
"Mmmmmm, I want you too, mon cher," she moaned against his lips.
Another groan escaped him and he grabbed her hands firmly then turned her towards the bed and swept her long hair over her arm. He heard her gasp of pleasure as he grazed his teeth at the back of her neck and his hands moved to capture her breasts.
She moaned his name earnestly.
"Mine," he growled possessively and started undoing the tiny claps of the bodice of her delicate wedding dress, kissing the white skin of her supple back in the process.
Morticia felt her heart hammering inside of her chest as he kissed and licked her skin while removing her dress. His hands went to her arms and peeled the black, lace material off of her skin and down her arms. She helped him push the dress past her hips, her hands trembling with anticipation, and watched the expansive material pool at her feet. She turned to her husband, slowly stepping out of the dress.
Gomez inhaled sharply, biting his lips and felt himself tighten even more as he took in the vision before him. His wife, clad only in the black lace panties, silk stockings, garter belt and black high heels. A faint blush coloured her cheeks and her eyes were ablaze with desire. She was a perfection of feminine beauty and she belonged to him. Forever.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered in an awe.
Morticia smiled at her husband and removed her shoes.
"I feel overdressed," she said teasingly as her hand reached for his belt buckle.
"Well, we can't have that," he chuckled but gulped heavily as her nails grazed his lower abdomen. He helped her remove the rest of his clothes.
Morticia couldn't stop staring at him, admiring his naked form, her eyes followed her palm as it moved boldly from his chest, against his stomach and further towards the v-shaped muscle of his lower abdomen. She was about to caress his erection but he grabbed her hand swiftly and pulled her towards him instead.
"Slow down, cara, or it will be over in a heartbeat" he chuckled against her lips."You are too much for me," he admitted, his voice hoarse with desire.
She smiled, ridiculously flattered that she had such an effect on him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Their lips met again in a long, searing kiss.
Morticia moaned into his mouth and pressed her body against his.
"Take me to bed, mon cher," she whispered, touching her forehead against his.
Gomez looked at her tenderly and bent down to slid his left arm under her knees as he lifted her up in his arms.
The satin on the bed was gloriously cool against her naked back and she sighed with pleasure at the sensation. She felt Gomez nudge her legs apart before settling himself between her thighs and captured her lips in a hot, wet kiss.
A low growl reverberated from his throat as she ground her hips against his and he broke their kiss with a low groan. He closed his eyes and buried his face in her neck. He knew he wasn't going to last as long as he would have wished, he wanted her too much and it has been too long, and the way she wriggled under him wasn't helping.
Morticia whimpered with pleasure as she felt him bite into the skin just below her ear and then immediately sooth it with his tongue. His lips travelled slowly to her chest and he flicked his tongue over her hard nipple just as his hand caressed her over the lace of her panties. She wriggled her hips impatiently and felt him smile against her soft skin. He finally slipped his fingers under the lace to caress her wet centre and she moaned loudly. The combination of his hot lips and skilled fingers was almost too much and soon she felt the familiar heat in her lower belly.
"You are so wet for me, cara," he moaned appreciatively as he continued to caress her, his fingers slick with her arousal. Gomez moved his mouth to her stomach, placing open-mouth kisses on her white skin until he reached the hem of her panties. He looked up at her as his hands moved agonizingly slowly, removing her stocking, garter belt and finally her panties.
She was now lying before him completely naked, her lips swollen from kissing, her milky skin flushed with arousal, her dark eyes glistening with unbridled desire.
She watched him kiss his way up her left thigh, her chest heaving with anticipation. Her hands fisted into his hair as he slipped two fingers into her while flicking his tongue gently against her sensitive centre.
"Gomez…" she moaned loudly, her hips arching at the sensation as he licked and sucked gently at her. It felt so good she almost cried out with pleasure. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she felt the heat in her stomach intensify. "Gomez...oh...darling, yes…" she moaned loudly and arched her body, her hands clutching at the bedsheets as the intense white heat spread, making her whole body tremble with pleasure.
Before she could recover, he settled back in between her thighs, his hard, warm arousal pressed against her stomach.
Her hands went to his face and she brought his mouth down to hers violently, kissing him with such passion and abandon that he knew he couldn't wait any longer.
She gasped as he plunged into her and felt him fill her, warm and hard, her nails digging into his shoulders as the dull tension settled itself inside her. She closed her eyes, biting her lower lips.
Gomez propped himself on his forearms and gently rested his forehead against hers.
"You ok?" he asked, his voice raspy with desire.
"Yes," she grunted and opened her eyes. She tried to move against him and winced. She heard his strangled moan of pleasure."It's...tight."
"Wrap your legs around me, querida," he requested huskily.
She did as he asked and felt him withdraw from her almost fully before lifting her hips slightly and thrusting back into her. She moaned encouragingly as he moved slowly inside her, grinding his hips against her core until the dull tension gave way to the warm, tingling sensation in her stomach and the back of her thighs. She raised her hips higher, arching against him, meeting his thrusts with her own as she moaned with pleasure.
Gomez captured her lips in a passionate kiss, moaning as her inner muscles started to contract gently around him. She was so hot and tight, wringing with pleasure under him, moaning and whimpering, her nails digging into him painfully - it drove him crazy with lust.
"Gomez…" she broke and brought her lips close to his ear."I...ah…oh God," she cried out loudly as the force of her climax hit her like a whiplash, hot and intense. She bit into the skin on his shoulder and heard him groan loudly. She arched against him, her muscles clenching violently around him as he pounded into her faster, harder, and then with a final thrust he grabbed her hips and dug his fingers into the soft flesh so hard she winced - the pain only heightening the blissful feeling of ecstasy coursing through her body, their sensual moans reverberating through the bedroom.
"Gods," he rasped, burying his face in her neck, the intensity of his climax nearly exhausted him, her inner muscles still contracting around him in faint spasms and he moaned with pleasure. He felt her arms around him as she pulled him closer. He smiled and inhaled the scent of musk and bitter almonds that always surrounded her. He felt her nuzzle his cheek gently and raised his head to look at her and felt his heart constrict at her beauty - her skin was glistering with a faint perspiration, her eyes glittering with unbridled pleasure, lips curved in a small, satisfied smile. He smiled at her and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
She smiled back contentedly at his tender gesture, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
"That was definitely worth all the wait," she whispered, her heart still beating madly in her chest.
He chuckled and slipped out of her, settling himself on his back bringing her to rest against his chest.
"Will be even better next time," he promised, capturing her lips in a slow, lazy post-coital kiss. His hand caressing her bare back.
"Mmmmm, I think it was quite excellent," she countered.
He smiled at her.
"Just being with you is amazing," he said."But I rushed it," he admitted capturing her face into his hands. "You were too much for me, cara, I wanted you too much."
She smiled, pleased with his admission and snuggled against him.
"You are so beautiful," he continued caressing her long, black tresses."I don't think I shall ever get enough of you."
"Mmmmm I hope you won't," she said and smiled into his chest.
"I love you."
She lifted her head to look into his eyes and whispered slowly: "Forever," before sealing the promise with an ardent kiss.
Gomez winced in annoyance as the strong August sunshine broke through the wooden blinds and landed directly on his face. He tried to turn away but found his movements severely restricted. He looked down to find his beautiful wife, sleeping contentedly on top of him, her head on his chest, left arm wrapped around his middle and leg entwined with his. He smiled at the image of her, he distinctly remembered her falling asleep on her side, spooned against him. The fact that was now snuggled against him filled him with a ludicrous sense of happiness. He liked to imagine that even in her sleep she knew where she belonged - in his arms.
He thought of waking up to her like this for the rest of his life and could not help but grin at such a glorious prospect.
He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head and felt her stir but she didn't wake up. His wife was obviously a deep sleeper, but as he sneaked his hand to her hip and traced lazy circles on the naked skin she slowly moved against him - he felt himself tighten. Her long eyelashes fluttered against his chest and he felt her stretch.
"Good morning, Mrs Addams," he whispered against her hair.
"Mmmmm, good morning Mr Addams," she replied, placing a soft, languorous, morning kiss on his chest. She squealed in surprise as he rolled them over swiftly, so she was nestled under him and in his arms.
"I used to dream about waking up next to you," he murmured against her neck.
"Then we must have been sharing that dream," she said, wrapping her arms around him, sleep still tugging at her voice.
"Breakfast?" he asked in a voice that suggested the actual breakfast was currently the last thing on his mind and he heard her gentle chuckle.
She shook her head snuggling further into him.
"I have a better idea," she said and smiled at him seductively.
He briefly wondered about his sanity when, after their morning lovemaking, their attempt to shower turned into a heavy, soapy petting session and ended up with them making love again - against the shower wall, under the spray of the hot, steamy water. He just couldn't get enough of her. He loved how she gave herself to him so unreservedly, how she moaned his name in that low, sensual voice just before she climaxed.
Even now, sitting at the kitchen table, sipping his black coffee and smoking his second cigar of the day, watching her cook them toadstool omelettes, clad only in his emerald, velvet robe that was way too big for her, her hair still damp from the shower, was making his blood boil.
"Smells good," he said, trying very hard to sound nonchalant and doing his best to ignore stirring in his loins.
She smiled at him from above the cooker as she plated their omelettes.
She picked up the two plates and made her way to join him at the kitchen table.
"Voilà," she said sliding the plate gently in front of him.
"Oh Tish, your French" he moaned her name throwing his cigar carelessly on the marble floor as he grabbed her hand and pulled her to sit on his knees and started placing firm kisses up her arm. "Drives me wild."
"Darling," she cooed and caressed his freshly shaven cheek."Breakfast first... French later."
He grunted in reluctant agreement, placing one last kiss on the inside of her wrist.
She moved gracefully to the chair next to him and watched as he picked the silver fork and cut into the soft yellow-greenish texture.
"That's really delicious!" he praised in an undeniably surprised tone and heard her amused laugh.
"No need to sound so shocked," she teased, taking a bite of her omelette.
Gomez had a good grace to smile at her sheepishly.
"Forgive me, cara mia, but it really never occurred to me that you could cook," he admitted."Your mother does not peg me for a cooking type."
She tilted her head and laughed, obviously amused by the idea.
"She's not, my dear mother couldn't cook to save her life."
"So where did you learn then?" he asked, genuinely curious.
"Oh, I learnt it only last year when I was spending two semesters in Killegray in Scotland with two witches of the Macleod clan. They have a small castle there, it's a cold and desolate place, practically uninhabited - you'd love it," she smiled at him, taking another bite of her food before continuing. "They insisted everyone did their share of cooking and cleaning."
He chuckled at the image.
"Who would have thought my darling wife will be so domesticated," he teased over the rim of his porcelain coffee cup.
She pinched his thigh in response eliciting a hearty laugh from him.
"What did you study there anyway?"
She looked at him, her eyes sparkled mischievously, she chewed her food slowly, her mouth curling into a vicious smirk before replying.
"Advanced hexes."
Lurch arrived at the Addams townhouse at exactly four o'clock in the afternoon, silently praying, to whoever was listening, that he would not catch the couple in a ah...flagrante delicto. He approached the heavy door apprehensively and knocked loudly. To his utter surprise, a few seconds later the door swung open to reveal a very happy looking Gomez Addams, impeccably dressed in his customary pinstripe suit and a ubiquitous cigar placed firmly between his lips.
"Lurch, old men!" he gritted joyously taking the cigar out of his mouth. "Punctual as always."
Lurch grunted in welcome and made his way into the house. He noticed the suitcases were still exactly where he and Miss Ophelia left them earlier.
"You can take the luggage into the car while I go check if Mrs Addams is ready," he said and Lurch could swear his eyes brightened at the mere mention of his wife.
Lurch nodded politely and picked two brown leather, vintage suitcases, he smirked knowingly as Gomez made his way upstairs, taking two steps at a time, humming joyously to himself.
Morticia sat at the dresser, finishing attaching her black stocking to the garter belt, her immaculate makeup in place when a faint knock at the doors filled the room and her husband entered.
She looked up and smiled at him.
"I'm almost done," she said and busied herself attaching the last strap to the stocking.
Gomez didn't reply. He felt his mouth rapidly go dry and swallowed heavily, his heart hammering in his chest. The room was suddenly too hot.
He stared wordlessly at his wife, dressed only in the black, lacy lingerie, her silky hair swept to the side as she focused on fixing her stockings, entirely unaware of the inner battle currently taking place in her husband's brain.
He watched her brow furrow slightly and she lifted her head slowly to look at him.
"Darling, is something the matter?" she asked in a concerned voice, she saw his hands curl into fists so tight they were shaking, but then her eyes travelled unwittingly to his crotch and she smirked, instantly realizing the reason for his current state. "Oh," she stated knowingly and spared a look to her half-naked form. She decided it wouldn't hurt to tease him a little further. She stood up and slowly made her way towards her husband's rigid form. "I'm sorry, mon cher," she cooed and smiled as she heard his breath turn shallow. "I didn't mean to make things...hard for you," she purred and gently removed the cigar from his mouth, placing it in the ashtray on the small table next to the door.
She heard a low, pained growl escape him before he captured her lips in a demanding kiss. He grasped her arms firmly and turned her swiftly, pinning her between the bedroom door and his hot body. She gasped, surprised but incredibly aroused by his roughness.
He grabbed her hips and she felt his hard arousal press against her, the sheer strength of his raw, unbridled desire for her simultaneously frightened and excited her. The heady combination went straight to her head and she whimpered as her inner muscles swelled with the need for him. His lips kissed and sucked at her neck and making her dizzy with lust. Her hands went to his belt buckle, hurriedly undoing his trousers. She heard his strangled moan when her hand slipped inside and firmly embraced his hard erection.
"Tish," he said his voice raspy with desire. His hand slipped between her thighs and he groaned when he felt how damp her panties were. He grabbed at the delicate lace unceremoniously and felt it tear under the strength of his pull before discarding the soft garment.
He lifted her left leg to his hip and plunged into her so hard it nearly took her breath away. She moaned encouragingly and instinctively wrapped her legs around him tightly as his hands grabbed her behind firmly as he pounded into her - hard, their breathy moans filling the air around them.
Morticia slipped her fingers into his pomaded hair and pulled at them roughly capturing his lips is a hot, wet kiss. It felt so good, so, so good - her lips parted as the climax hit her and she let out a sound that was somewhere between a scream and a moan.
Gomez grit his teeth and thrust into her even harder, feeling her muscles contracting around him in an intoxicating grip. He felt her lips against his, her soft, breathy moans driving him wild and suddenly she bit his lower lips so hard he groaned and shuddered against her, his body tensing as he climaxed and a coppery taste of blood filled his mouth.
He moaned contentedly and relaxed against her, lifting his head to look at her. She looked back and traced her thumb along his lips wiping the blood. He watched her lean forward and lick the rest of the crimson droplets from his lips.
"You're going to drive me insane," he rasped against her lips.
She only laughed in response.
"Lurch is waiting downstairs," he said in a matter of fact voice.
Her eyes widened in surprise and a pink blush coloured her neck.
"Lurch...what...Gomez!" She blurted and swatted at his shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well, that's why I came actually," he grinned at her embarrassment, very much aware that she knew exactly how loud they were. "But I got a little distracted."
"Ugh," she grunted dismissively and pushed him away gently, putting her feet firmly on the floor.
"Hey, you started it, cara mia" he reminded her, his tone unconcerned, smiling caddishly at her as he started to fix his clothes and heard her outraged inhale of breath.
"You should have stopped me," she said as she pulled on a fresh pair of panties.
He laughed and approached her from behind, sneaking his arms around her middle.
"Don't be cross, I couldn't have stopped you even if I wanted to," he said and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder. "I can't resist you - ever...you are so exquisite."
"Hmmm," she murmured and smiled, her annoyance evaporating."Help me with the dress, please."
If Lurch has overhead anything he didn't give out any indication as he greeted her at the car with his usual low growl. He helped her into the car and closed the door with a loud click and made his way to the driver seat.
Gomez slipped into the passenger seat next to her smiling brightly, he lifted her left hand and placed a soft kiss on her wedding ring.
"Ready, cara mia?
"Will you tell me where are we going?"
He laughed and made a clicking sound with his tongue.
"So impatient, my darling witch," he said affectionately."You will find out soon enough."
Morticia regarded him with a mock glare but didn't press. The sound of engine starting reverberated through the car and soon they were on their way.
Gomez wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled a cigar from his breast pocket.
"You know," he started casually. "I asked my mother to look for a house for us in Paris."
"Really?" she asked turning to look at him.
"Well, yeah...you don't expect us to live with Mabel for a whole year now, do you?" he replied amused.
"No, of course not," she said. "Particularly, since my bedroom is right next to hers," she added with a flirtatious smile drawing a hearty laugh out of him.
"We wouldn't want to traumatize our dear aunt," he said jovially then brought his lips close to her ear."Or would we?" he inquired suggestively, placing soft kisses along her shoulder.
"No, darling," she let out an amused laugh shaking her head and brought her left hand to caress his cheek. "We certainly would not."
Gomez smiled contentedly as he filled their glasses with his favourite champagne, watching his gorgeous wife sink into the foamy bubbles in a large bathtub in their honeymoon suite of the Magnificent Empress charter cruise. The top floor suite was luxuriously extravagant with a gold and purple decor, private balcony and, most importantly, a very spacious bed, albeit way too soft for their liking. A bottle of champagne with compliments and congratulations from the ship captain was waiting for them in the room.
They both liked the bathroom best though, it was all black marble and gold with a huge bathtub and an ocean view. Gomez decided to try it out immediately.
"That was an excellent idea, mon amour," Morticia purred closing her eyes, sinking even lower into the fragrant water, her black hair twisted into a loose bun on the top of her head.
"I'm full of excellent ideas, querida mia," he boasted, not even half-joking as he made his way towards his wife.
"Can't argue with that," she agreed and grinned at him as she accepted her champagne glass.
Gomez put his own glass at the edge of the bathtub and slipped off his robe before joining in at the opposite side to Morticia.
"It's really hot," he commented.
"Mmmm, I like it hot," she said suggestively, sliding her feet up his ribs.
"So I noticed," he said, grabbing her feet and bringing it to his lips. He grazed his teeth close to the sole and she giggled snatching her feet away. He looked at her surprised."You're ticklish," he said incredulously, in an amused half-question, half-statement tone.
She nodded.
"Extremely," she admitted.
"Beautiful, mysterious, deadly...and ticklish," he teased.
"Yep."
He laughed, then raised his glass to make a toast.
"To you, Mrs Addams," he said gallantly. "For making me the luckiest man on earth."
"You're such a charmer, darling," she said affectionately as the rims of their glasses touched with a clink. Morticia raised her glass to her lips and took a long, slow sip of the luxurious liquid.
Gomez pulled her gently toward him so she sat on his laps, her legs at either side of him.
"I have another excellent idea," he murmured against her naked breast.
"Mmmm, do you now?" She asked and moaned gently as he moved his tongue over her taut nipple.
"Yes," he replied mercilessly teasing the sensitive bud. "Let me tell you all about it."
She fisted her hand into his hair and pulled at it sharply so she could look him in the eyes.
"I always preferred a practical approach," she quipped before capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.
Their first attempt to go out to dinner at the restaurant turned out to be also their last. They didn't even make it out of the cabin before falling at each other ravenously as if they didn't just make love half an hour before. The couple quickly decided it would just be more sensible to order a room service, which luckily operated on a twenty-four- hours basis. It was handy, since by the time they have realized that they hadn't eaten since breakfast it was well past midnight.
They both sat comfortably at the small table in front of the balcony, dressed in white, soft robes they found on the bed since they couldn't be bothered with such mundane tasks as unpacking, enjoying their beef tartare paired with a bottle of nice red Beaujolais, admiring the black, starry sky and delighting in each other's company.
"Have you thought about what do you want to do after finishing your degree?" Gomez asked suddenly, between mouthfuls of raw beef.
Morticia took a sip of her wine and shrugged slightly at the question.
"Well, I was already offered a position at L'Institut Français de Sorcellerie, but..." she said and lifted her head abruptly when she heard his fork drop and hit the plate with a sharp clink. She watched in amusement as he dropped to his knees next to her and immediately started peppering her arm with hot kisses.
"Oh, Tish…" he moaned, his hand sneaking between the folds of her robe, caressing the soft skin of her thigh. "The way you speak French...it sets my blood aflame. Say something else, anything…" he begged, his lips caressing the tender skin between her neck and shoulder.
"Mon cher," she cooed, inducing another low moan from him."I worry you will not last one week in Paris," she stated, amusement colouring her voice."Let alone one year."
"That's actually a legitimate worry, querida," he chuckled and captured her smiling lips in a tender kiss. "But if you wish to live in Paris, then we shall live in Paris. It doesn't matter where as long as we're together."
Morticia smiled at him but shook her head.
"I haven't accepted their offer yet," she said and brought her hand to caress his cheek lovingly. "Aurora suggested I should rather continue my work under the American Council of Witchcraft."
"And what do you want to do?"
Morticia felt her heart swell at his thoughtfulness.
"It's still one year to go," she said linking her hands with his. "And then we'll decide."
He smiled at her tenderly.
'Ah, cara, just do what you think is best for you, all I care about is your happiness," he said lightly but his wife shook her head in a decisive manner.
"What's best for me is to be with you," she said, placing a tender kiss on his knuckles."But this is the kind of decision we should make together, mon cher."
He smiled, pleased with her words and nodded in agreement.
"I think I would prefer to live close to our families, especially when we have children - I like the idea of a whole family together," he admitted.
She smiled at his words and looked at him tenderly.
"Do you want to have children?" She asked in a manner that suggested it was more of a statement than a question.
"Someday," he admitted."Do you?"
She nodded her head gently.
"I like children, it never occurred to me not to have them and I love the idea of having a family with you," she said, her hand caressing his cheek."But... I want to enjoy being just us first."
"Mmmmm, I couldn't agree more," he said, playfully nipping at her wrist. "I rather enjoy being able to have you...all...to...myself," he added between kisses, his hand already uniting the sash on her robe.
"Gomez…" she cooed as he explored the skin behind her neck.
"Querida?" he whispered back sucking at the delicate skin and smirked when she moaned softly.
"Do you...mmmm...do you remember that night in the garden?"She asked, tilting her neck to give him better access.
"Do I?" he asked incredulously against her skin, his hand tracing slow circles on her bare hip.
"I want to do it to you again."
The smirk that graced his lips just a seconds ago evaporated instantly at her suggestion and Gomez Addams was sure he just forgot how breathing worked.
Morticia never particularly cared for surprises, especially since the time when she was six-years-old her mother promised her a surprise that turned out to be a visit to a local funfair where she was not allowed to go to any "dangerous" rides and The House of Horrors consisted of dolls and fake screams and even more fake blood. Needless to say, a six-year-old Morticia Frump was not impressed.
However, as she stepped into an old, grey-stone cottage on the Devil's Island, she almost giggled with glee - almost, because Morticia never giggled - and she practically pounced on her husband.
"Oh, Gomez, I love it!" She exclaimed and placed a firm kiss on his smiling lips, wrapping her arms around his neck. "It's dark, it's desolate...oh darling, it's one of the most romantic places I've ever seen."
The cottage was small and bare with only one bedroom, a bathroom and a living room combined with a tiny cooking area. In the middle of the living room was a battered coffee table that was missing a leg and was supported by three quite sizeable books. There were a few large candles placed on the top of the table. Morticia noticed there wasn't a single chair in the cottage but about a dozen cushions scattered around it and on the top of the Moroccan-style carpet.
It was pleasantly cool inside - a welcome relief from the island's heat.
"I say we go and explore the bedroom," he suggested, his lips already placing soft kisses on her neck as his arms enveloping her slim waist."I haven't made love to you for far too long."
"Mhmm, six hours."
"Feels like six days," he said sighing dramatically, his fingers already working on the buttons at the back of her dress.
There was a sudden commotion at the door and they both turned to see a very tall and very muscular two-headed man, dressed in a white shirt that sat tightly around his muscular frame, a pair of khaki shorts and leather sandals entered the cottage.
"Where do you want me to put those, Mr Addams?" He asked holding all of their luggage without absolutely any effort at all.
"Bedroom would be best, I reckon," Gomez replied smiling joyfully at the man."Thank you, my good man."
The man nodded and moved with a surprising grace towards the bedroom, depositing their luggage next to the window.
Gomez waited until the man left and then turned back to his wife."So," he said and picked her up in his arms."About that bedroom…"
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