Morticia was in a panic. She raced through the ever growing snowstorm, desperatley clinging to the hope that the members of the Addams family were awake... or at least, that Gomez was.
It took nearly four hours, and it was still dark as ever outside, but Morticia had done it. She had finally reached Candeltop Hill. She banged on the door, fearful of what would become of her, of Gomez.
Nobody answered.
Morticia, however, did not give up. She knocked again, and finally, Lurch answered.
"Lurch!" Morticia had never been so greatful to see anyone before. She hugged him.
Lurch was a bit confused but he had grown to like Ms. Frump, so he hugged her back. He groaned. "Come in, Ms. Frump."
Ms. Frump, was shivering and quickly oblidged, shutting the door behind her. "Lurch..." She gulped. "Where is Mr. Addams?"
Lurch pointed up the stairs. "Asleep... in his chambers." He replied and took her cloak.
Morticia nodded. "Thank you, Lurch." She then beckoned him to bend down and whispered, "You didn't see me come in. You don't know I'm here." She sighed. "Alright?"
Lurch groaned and nodded.
Morticia then flew up the stairs, waisting no time. She finally reached the fifth floor when she realized that she didn't know what room was Gomez's. God forbid, one of them belonged to Mr. and Mrs. Addams!
Carefully, Morticia cracked open every creaky door, but nobody was in any room she found. She then walked up to a door, and it had the letters, F G, carved into it. Morticia realized that this was the room that Gomez and Fester had shared as children. Slowly and almost soundlessly -creaky, creaky doors-, she walked into the room.
There was a large and uncomfortable-looking, mahogany bunkbed. The bedhseets were black with dark turquoise octopi designs on them. It was perfect for two little boys. Morticia looked over and noticed that picutre after picture of the brothers creating some amount of mischeif together hung on the walls. There was a picture on the black, dusty, old nightstand that had a twelve year old Gomez and Fester being brought by policeman to a place called Camp Custer. Fester was in a cage, Gomez was in handcuffs. They were smiling like they just won the lottery. But, the walls were what attracted Morticia most. They were grey and had depressing designs of a shark, chasing after a smaller shark, ready to eat it. That shark was ready to consume a smaller one. The curtains were white and ripped, as if some clawed beast had taken it's anger out on the once flawless drapes. The room was dark, desolate... a dream.
For a moment, Morticia felt the sadness her lover felt when his brother left. One hopes all they can really depend on is the comfort and love of an older sibling, but when it hits you you're wrong... Morticia nodded in understanding. The difference between she and Ophelia, and Gomez and his older brother, was that they had hope Fester may one day return, and they could reconcile. There was no chance of reconciliation for Morticia and Ophelia. Especially, not now.
She quietly walked out of the room and into the master bedroom, which she and Gomez had taken over. She closed the door behind her. On the bed, she found her darling one. He was sleeping, obviously distressed by her absence. And Morticia couldn't help stare at him. God, he was breathtaking. She knew they would be eachother's reason. Eachother's reason to live, to fight, to breath. She couldn't lose her reason. If she did, it would all be over. She eyed his deliciously built frame, watched his chest rise and fall, slowly. He was devilishly handsome. Even now, at the mere sight of him, her heart was skipping three beats. But she had to wake him.
Cautiously, she walked over to him and stroked his cheek. "Gomez, darling, wake up."
Gomez's eyes flashed open. He smiled. "God, I love lucid dreams." He remarked and pulled her into a kiss.
Morticia desired him, badly. How she wanted to make love to him right now, pretend this was all a dream. But the reality was that it was not a dream, it was their life. Morticia shook her head. Reality was a bitch. "Mon cher, it isn't a dream."
Gomez chuckled. "What?"
"I'm sorry I have to do this, my darling." Morticia stated and grabbed a cup of water off of the nightstand. She poured it over his head and Gomez shook fully awake, instantly.
"Tish?" Gomez was thoroughly confused.
"Yes, mon cher, it's me."
Gomez sensed the urgency in her voice. "What is it, my love?" He cupped her cheek.
"Gomez..." Morticia wanted to collapse on top of him, to cry, to explain. But she couldn't. There was no time. "Gomez, stand up."
Gomez did, and gently gripped her arms. "Darling, what is it?"
"I'm in trouble, Gomez." Morticia confessed.
"I'll kill her."
"No, no, darling, don't. It will only further make the police suspect me." Morticia walked over to the window, looking out at the storm. "Oh, God! I hope they aren't already on their way."
Gomez put a hand to his forehead, confused. "Morticia, what are you talking about?"
"Gomez..." Morticia turned to him, her face serious as death. "I'm going to be arrested."
Gomez ran up to her. "What?"
"Gomez, Ophelia lied to my mother and by now she's probably lied to the police! She showed my mother her injuries from the fight, and said she found my plot to kill her in my diary!" Morticia shifted her eyes. "Hell, I haven't even used the thing since I was ten when my pet vultures, Hubert and Henry passed away."
"Morticia, you could be facing twelve years in prison, maybe even more."
"I..." Morticia didn't know conspiracy to murder was punishable by twelve years. That seemed a bit accessive. "Didn't know." She ran to him and began to weep.
He held her tight.
"Gomez, what am I going to do?"
"I'll get you a lawyer, the best damn lawyer money can buy." Gomez said and rubbed her back. "Alright?"
"No, I've never been this afraid. I don't wanna spend twelve yesrs in jail Gomez. Those are years I could spend with you."
"Morticia, look at me." Gomez pleaded.
She cried.
"Loot at me."
Morticia met his eyes. She could tell he was fighting back tears.
"Listen to me, I will not let Ophelia hurt you like this, or at all. I will always protect you and be there for you. We could have children in the next twelve years, we're going to get married soon, we're going to have a life together. And our life together will not end before we marry because of your inhuman sister. Understand?"
Morticia nodded. "Yes, Gomez..." She kissed him. "I do."
Gomez led her to the bed, and he sat on the edge of it with her. He held her hand, and used his free arm to wrap it around her.
Morticia fixated her head on his shoulder.
"Tish, I wanna hear you say those words at the most beautiful ceremony you could dream of." Gomez told her.
"The only thing I care about is that I get to say them to you." Morticia wiped her tears and walked over to the black vanity. She then fixed her makeup and smiled.
"Darling, what-"
"If I am going to go down right now, I'm going to do it with dignity, inside and out."
Gomez walked over to her and kissed her shoulder. "You're the strongest woman I've ever known, my love."
"That's why I had to pick a man who is equally as strong as I am..." She sighed. "For when one of us can't be."
"Tish, knowing I have you by my side, makes me strong."
Morticia smiled and looked in the mirror. "Your love is everything I have. A while ago, I thought my self control was my armour. I was wrong, it was you."
"I will always be your armour, Morticia." Gomez said.
"And I'll always be your's. There's no one I would rather have fighting with me." Morticia responded.
They sat like that for almost and hour, and then Morticia looked at him. "Gomez... two nights ago, the last night you made love to me... you were, unhinged. You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me." Turning to Gomez, she smiled, seductively. "Do it again."
Gomez gave a heavy and lust-filled sigh. "Are you sure, now? I want to carita mia, but-"
"Gomez." Morticia dug her nails into his shoulder. "I will go out strong, and with the most beautiful memory of you in my arms and at my will, and me at your's. Please, darling."
Gomez gulped, he loved the feirceness in her eyes. "I have your whip in the closet."
"Do you have my binds, the red ones?" Morticia asked.
"I saved everything from that night."
"Wonderful. Let's see, the police will probably be coming for me in a couple of hours. So how about we have the most amazingly sexual pity party that we've ever heard of? It could last from right now until six a.m., how does that sound?"
Gomez finished grabbing everything out of the closet, pinned her down and crawled on top of her. "Delightful, my darling. But your going to have to fight to gain the upper hand this time." He said and ran his fingers through her hair.
"I am so looking foward to that." Morticia replied.
Gomez stripped off her clothes, and his own. He kissed her, and their tounges danced in a glorious tango. Morticia moaned in his mouth, demanding more. But this new shift of power was something Gomez rather enjoyed. He proceeded to move elsewhere, and relished the sound of his beautiful Tish's moans of pleasure and desire.
Morticia squirmed under him, needing to be back in control. She struggled and finall stopped, when she realized all it took to get her lover lost in her eyes was just that.
It worked. Gomez looked at her, longingly and enjoying his power too much. That was his downfall.
Morticia quickly broke free and tied him to their bed, using the red ribbon-like binds. She picked up the whip and stood, letting him observe her, and feel the intense pain of waiting for her.
"What are you going to do?" He asked the raven haired vixen, his voice, playful.
"Am I the most beautiful woman you've ever laid... your eyes on?" Morticia asked.
Gomez chuckled. "Oh, Tish... you know that."
Morticia eyed him, raising an eyebrow. "I see... you think you're clever don't you, Gomez?"
"Quite." Gomez replied.
"You won't for long." Morticia whipped him, and smiled as he hissed in pain. She left lash marks on his chest. "Say it again."
"You, my darling, are the most beautiful creature in the history of everything. And I say that with the upmost understanding and confidence."
She whipped him harder, blood was drawn.
"Is that it?" Gomez asked.
Morticia slowly walked up to him, and bent down by his face. "Not. A. Chance."
Gomez was masking his desire with playfulness. Presented with her lips, he fell apart. "Morticia, please..." He begged.
"Ah... now we're getting somewhere." She smirked. She leaned even closer, and he almsot stole a kiss but she backed away.
Gomez was tortured. Sweating, he was a breathless, lustful little puppy before the dark goddess infront of him. "You're evil, Tish."
"Je connais." She replied, giving a saucy wink, whipping him harder.
"Oh, Morticia..." Gomez was even more crazed than before. "I don't know if you're aware what it does to me when you speak French."
Morticia walked around the bed. "Well, I am now."
"Are you going to torture me with it?" Gomez choked out.
"Oh, for the rest of your life." She responded.
Morticia began to walk towards him. As she leaned closer to her wild Italian-Castillian lover, he wiggled out of his binds and pulled her into a kiss, taking the whip from her grasp. He had shifted the power once more. She had let her guard down, and before she knew it, he was back on top of her as he once had been. Now, however, she didn't struggle. She wanted him just as bad as he did her. She indulged him and their desires. It was time, it was five thrity and by God, was she going to make every last moment last.
"Mon sauvage!" She rolled her head back, relishing the trail of kisses he was leaving all over her body, and up her arms.
"Eres divina..." He moaned, in pleasure.
Then, for he could wait no longer, he entered her. Cries of esctacy reverberated against the walls, and by five fity, the lovers were collapsed in eachother's arms, wrapped in the satin sheets and surrounded by the four walls that now knew much too much.
At six ten, Morticia was dressed and her makeup was touched up. She lied in the bed with Gomez until seven... and then, there was a heavy pounding at the mansion's door.
