Morticia had not left the protective embrace of her fervent lover since he arrived. She slept against his warm chest, ate only the food that came from his hand, and breathed to match his steady rhythm. With each new day that she spent wrapped in his arms, she regained a fraction of her dissolved strength. They mourned together, letting their tears fall whenever they needed to. Morticia's hand would wander to the small stretch of flesh that once covered the physicalization of their love, wishing desperately that her touch could still be felt by the small creature that had lived just beyond the surface. Tenderly, Gomez would take her delicate hand in his and raise it to his lips. Most of the time she didn't notice that she was protecting her empty womb until Gomez placed loving kisses on her slender fingers. She grew embarrassed at her sorrow filled habit, but Gomez always lifted her chin and kissed her cold wet cheeks.

"I'm sorry," she began, but Gomez held her meek face in his hands and stared into her gem like eyes.

"No, Tish." His voice was soft but firm.

As she stared into his adoring eyes, she broke down in sobs. Gomez pulled her tightly against him, his heart breaking with each violent shake of her slender shoulders. She could feel the slight pressure of his fingers as they stroked her hair. As she calmed, she could feel the tension in Gomez's body building beneath her. She wiped the tears from under her eyes, and raised her head to look at him.

"What is it, Gomez?"

He had been caught. Sighing, he squeezed her, trying to transfer his love through the intensity of their contact.

"Gomez?"

"Querida, there's something I need to tell you."

Worry consumed Morticia as she stared wide eyed in anticipation.

"I've tried to keep the police away for as long as I could, but they need your statement darling."

Morticia relaxed, thankful that he hadn't announced his departure.

"When?"

"Later today, Tish."

She nodded.

"Do they still think you are responsible?"

"Either me or Fester. I wish it was me, Tish! I wish I could've been the one to send that filthy wretch to the fiery pits of damnation! For what he did to you, he deserves to die a thousand times in the most agonizing ways possible! His death was too quick! I swear, querida, if I had been the one to send him to his demise he would have been begging for death's sweet kiss."

His passionate rant curled the sides of Morticia's lips, as her eyes watched how his anger made the veins in his forehead protrude. Her cold fingertips raised to touch the pulsating vessel, sending shockwaves through Gomez's nerves. Shivering, he captured her hand in his and kissed her palm. The muscles in her cheeks were sore as her smile widened. When he saw the coy way her lips were turned, a grin replaced his scowl. Staring deviously into the dark pits that were her pupils, Gomez planted a lingering kiss on Morticia's exposed wrist. She could feel the way his lips puckered then pressed against her skin, the breath expelled from his nose warming the patch of alabaster flesh above the kiss. Her fingers journeyed down the side of his face, enjoying each slight prick of his days old stubble. Venturing up her arm, he placed another kiss on the thick flannel sleeve of her nightgown. Morticia's fingers slid down Gomez's neck, her nails gently teasing his flesh with their faint presence.

"Tish"

"I love you, Gomez"

Another kiss was placed on her arm, this one just below the crook of her elbow. Gomez pulled her closer as he continued his trail up her limb. Morticia melted with every touch. As he reached her neck, he dared to give it a small possessive bite. She gasped, but didn't pull away. His mouth found its way to her ear, he hovered above the sensitive organ until finally his voice broke the barrier between them.

"You are my world, Cara Mia."

"Gomez" she purred.

At last their lips met, joining together for a sweet kiss. As they pulled away, Gomez stroked the brushed out curls at the bottom of Morticia's black locks.

"Querida" he sighed happily. His hand wrapped around the silken strands and brought them to his lips.

Her heart swelled with each display of affection. She didn't believe her love for him could grow any more, but somehow it did. Every day he managed to steal more of her soul, she knew he would not stop until she was consumed entirely. Gomez kissed her waiting lips, determined to convey his passion for her. Morticia wanted to absorb all that he was giving, her lips parting in an invitation for more. Her eyes snapped open in protest when he pulled away.

"Waltz with me, Morticia."

Apprehension seized her mind. For days, her body had been a traitor, disobeying every order she delivered. All it was comfortable doing was laying in Gomez's arms. As she imagined sharing a dance with her love, she realized his arms would still be wrapped around her. If her body was only happy while pressed against him, then she had no choice, she had to listen to his soft command.

Gomez gently helped her to her feet, his arm around her waist supporting the new motion with delicate strength. The weakness that possessed her lithe form made her legs shake under her weight, but Gomez held her steadily against him. Her heart raced as she felt his warm hands slide across her body to find their places on her back and with her hand.

"Cara Mia, you fit so beautifully in my arms, it is as if you were made to live trapped beneath them. "

"Darling" she whispered lovingly.

Slowly, Gomez began to lead her pliant body. She followed each movement gracefully, enjoying the intimate embrace. Gomez's hot breath caressed her dark hair, making the loose strands tickle her neck. Her fingers tightened their hold on his hand, crushing his flesh beneath hers. All the turmoil they suffered was shared between their hearts as they glided around the room. Their heartache didn't disappear, but it lessened as they shared it between each other. For the first time since his arrival, Morticia had no tears. In Gomez's tight grasp, she felt her heart begin to heal.