Gomez leaned back and closed his eyes for a moment. He enjoyed the feeling of the car heat seeping through his body. Morticia laid in his lap fallen asleep in her catlike way. He stroke her raven hair with a lazy hand. The gentle stream of warm air and the low humming of the engine relaxed him. He didn't feel angry anymore. Gomez was after all not the type of person to held grudges. Especially not against vegetables. He was about to drift off to sleep when the beauty in his lap made a subtle movement, like she was trying to make herself more comfortable. He felt a small jolt of pleasure as her face brushed against his private parts. Then she moved again, and as he grew harder he knew she was doing it on purpose. After all, Morticia did very seldom make a movement that wasn't calculated. He tightened his grip around her silky curls as he felt her skilled, cool fingers making their way inside his pants and underwear to caress him. He bit his tongue to suppress a moan on it's way out when she made a slow circle with her sharp nail around the tip of his erection, teasing the sensitive skin there. Pain and pleasure traveled together trough his neural pathways as she added more pressure and he started a feverishly search for cash in his pockets. He managed to produce a considerable stack of bills which he handed to the driver.
-Listen, my friend, keep your eyes on the road and take us on a nice long sightseeing, will you?
He struggled to maintain a normal voice. She found it funny. He could tell because he felt the vicious curl of her lips against the skin on his bare abdomen.
- Yes, Sir.
The driver lifted his eyebrows when he saw the generous amount of money but he maintained his calm just the same and did as he was told.
When Gomez stumbled out of the car later that night he had no idea about where they had been driving or what time it was. He cast a stolen glance down his body, relieved to find his zipper firmly closed and his shirt buttoned and placed neatly inside his pants. He smiled sheepishly at the driver who nodded and murmured a low «g'nite, Sir, Madame» before he drove away, probably to take a nice, long vacation from his driving business with the nights salary in his pocket. After the sound of the car faded away the most pleasant nocturnal silence fell upon them. The mansion itself seemed to be asleep. All the jack o lanterns and different Halloween decorations had gone dark. So were the many windows and even the old gaslight over their doorstep shaped as a guardian demon, were not lit this night.
Clouds had covered the moon for a while but now it reappeared in the skies. He grabbed his darlings gaunt shoulder and squeezed it gently.
- Tired, cara mia?
She turned to face him and smiled slightly while a stream of shiny, white liquid made it's way from the corner of her mouth, dripping down on the bare skin on her chest and staining her black dress with drops twinkling in the moonlight. This highly erotic sight made his body ready for more. He groaned and wrapped his arms around her, rubbing himself against her thigh.
- I need to fuck you, he rasped.
- Then do it, she breathed.
They hurried inside and slammed the heavy oak door behind them, forgetting all about their sleeping family members, once again consumed by their grand passion for each other. He took her on the floor in the darkness in the hall, no patience to make it to their bedroom. He was overwhelmed by this urgent need to be inside her, to feel her warmth closing around him as if it was for the last time. You never knew when you had made love for the last time, he once told her-«and that is why I will always make love to you as if it's for the last time.» So he never saved his passion for another day, nor did he bother to be calm once again in the safe surroundings of their home.
If the moans and screams emerging from the hall interrupted the dreams of the children, they did so in a well known and harmless way. For little Wednesday and her brother Pugsley it simply meant that their parents had made it back home to them, in one piece and very much alive. The children didn't pay much attention to it, but they found it comforting- it was just that kind of sounds you could wake up to and know in the same second that you were home and everything was completely fine and normal. As for Pubert he slept so deeply at night that it was far easier to wake the dead in the cemetery than to disturb his sleep.
In the dark morning, just before Lurch woke up to start on his duties, the happy couple finally went to bed. They had promised their children a trip to the swamp and needed a few hours rest. The last thing Morticia noticed before she tumbled into oblivion was the howling wind outside gathering the clouds back in the skies. No sun today. Life was perfect. She kissed her lovers neck and went to sleep.
