Fireplace

Tugging firming at her shawl, Morticia pulled the silky material tighter around her shoulders and crossed her arms over her chest, the house was colder than normal due to the storm howling outside. The rhythmic, yet relaxing sound of the rain beating down on the window panes was interrupted by the slamming of the shutters against in the same glass.

The rickety shutters had woken her from her slumber, and the window she absentmindedly left open earlier in the day had made the bedroom too cold, even for her liking, and not having her husband to cuddle into to warm up made sleeping almost unbearable. Deciding a cup of tea would maybe help her sleep, she made her way downstairs silently.

Waiting for the teapot to finish heating, she relished in the warmth radiating from the stove.

It was late into the night, the whole house cloaked in darkness, excluding the living room which was bathing in the light emitting from the grand marble fireplace.
Morticia had assumed Gomez was still awake, he had been away for work most of the week and had returned home earlier in the afternoon. Piano sounds playing softly on the gramophone, the scent of his cigar smoke and Whiskey in the air. He definitely did not ask for a lot when it came to unwinding in the evening.

The whistling from the teapot brought her back to reality, and she quickly moved it off of the heat.

"'Tish?" came a familiar, gentle Spanish tone.
"I'm in here darling, the storm woke me up." She replied, whilst pulling down two cups from the shelf in front of her, deciding to take him in a tea, hoping to put an early end to the Whiskey he was drinking before he overindulged. A hungover Gomez was hard work.

Three sugars for him, one for her, milk for him, and black for her. Their tastes in this area was their only major difference in their marriage. That thought brought a smile, it could not be bad going if the main difference in your relationship was how your spouse took their tea.

Suddenly a pair of arms caught her off guard, securing themselves around her slim waist, and his chin leaning down to rest on her shoulder before gasping in shock.
"'Cara mia, you are just about frozen, you feel almost – deathly." he commented, whispering the last word and hugging her closer as she poured the water into the two cups.
"I made the mistake of leaving a window open in our room when I went to sleep, and you were not there to keep me warm..." turning slightly and placing a kiss against the skin of his neck.

Gomez frowned. "'Tish…" he trailed, he felt guilty. Completely oblivious to the hidden humour of her tone. Giving him a side eye glance, she laughed under her breath. "I am playing with you mon cher."

Still missing the sarcasm of her comment, he pulled her back tighter to his body.
"Come in here with me for a little while, the fire is to die for ." He mumbled against her cheek, leaving a kiss behind on her skin as he began to move away into the living room, releasing his warm grasp on her.
"I would not want to impose darling, you've have a rough week after all." Referring to the extra-large work load of paperwork, contracts and folders Lurch had to help him carry to his study earlier in the evening, some alone time would be good for him she pondered.

"Nonsense!" he almost shouted before waltzing back to her, his hands on her face, making her look at him. "You never impose querida, and I never want you thinking that you do." His fingers soft under her chin, his other hand grasping her wrist and kissing his way up her arm.

Morticia smiled. "I'll be in with tea."

Gomez grinned, returning to the smaller couch in front of the fire, folding his newspaper and carelessly throwing it onto the burning pile, igniting the fire further.

Silently walking into the room, her long night down pooling at the floor, she placed the cups of tea down on the small marble topped table. Picking up the empty Whiskey glass, Morticia kept eye contact with her disappointed husband as she moved it away. He huffed quietly. "I have only had two…" he muttered.
"And two will be all you're having querida." She retorted with a smirk.

Turning to the couch opposite Gomez, she straightened her robe and was about to seat herself across from him.
"Ahem.."
She stopped abruptly, eyeing him curiously.

He held his hand out for her and pulled her to him when he took it. Standing in front of him and running her hands through his slick hair adoringly. Moving her shawl to one side, he pressed his face into her black satin covered midriff.

"Missed me, mon amour?" she mumbled, placing a kiss in his hair.
"More than a barren desert misses the rain, than the still ocean misses its wave.." he murmured into her nightgown.

Gripping on to her hips, he gripped the hem of her nightgown and snaked it up a little, his fingers grazing the soft skin of her calf and pulled her to sit over him, straddling his thighs. His hand caressing the side of her neck, tucking her long black hair behind her ear.

"Mrs Addams, you are a sight to behold."

Smiling, Morticia leant down and brushed her lips against his, her hands ghosting over his shoulders. Breaking the kiss, Gomez pulled her down next to him and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in to rest her head on his chest.

A shiver lanced through her frame, silenced quickly by the warmth of her husband, as he leant his head against the top of hers as well as from the delectable heat the fire gifted them from a few feet away.
Happy in his embrace, she snuggled in closer, catching a hint of his musky cologne. One she bought him for his last birthday, the one he always wore when he went away for work, the one that reminded him of her when she was not around.
For a few moments, all that could be heard was the crackling of the flames before an appreciative hum from Gomez as he sipped his tea and placed it back on the table, picking her cup from the table and carefully passing it to her, her icy fingers wrapping around the warm mug, before he returned his arm back to his wife's side.

"I missed you when you were away." Morticia whispered, taking a sip of her tea . It was difficult for her when he had to go to his Wall Street office, a few days away from him felt like death.
He groaned. "The longest four days away from our monsters and, my beautiful wife." Holding her hand, he raised it to his lips before kissing her knuckles gently.

The pair spent some time talking quietly, although he called her every day of his trip, nothing compared to sitting next to the other. The physical contact was something they both missed more than anything, the occasional stroke of the others arm, lingering kiss.

"Have you got to go again anytime soon?"
He shook his head. "Not until next quarter, I can do everything else from here." His fingers tracing patterns against her cheek, hearing her hum lightly in response. Her head nestled closer to him, after a few minutes, her breathing slowing down.

Reaching behind himself, Gomez grabbed a dark purple velvet blanket that was hung over the back of the couch and carefully draped it over his wife, and kissing her temple.
"Buenos noches hermosa."

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AN: Chapter two done and dusted. If there are any requests for scenarios, I will take them!