Morticia was at the mirror, running a brush through her jet black locks. Gomez snuck up quietly behind his wife and began lavishing kisses against her neck.
"Gomez, darling, you startled me," she teased, blushing at his attention. He laughed low and stood back, taking the brush from Morticia and finishing the job for her. He swept her hair from the nape of her neck and set the brush to the side, returning his lips to her alabaster skin. His hands found purchase on her hips and began to slowly knead their way up her body.
Morticia shivered and sank into him. It was hard to resist his tempting ploys, and she put up no resistance as he danced them backward toward their bed.
"Do you realize how long it's been since I've had you to myself?" he whispered into her skin.
"Since before Pugsley was born," she murmured, feeling a sudden pang of guilt. Her baby boy was somewhere off in the house with Mama, who'd promised Gomez and Morticia an afternoon of quiet.
Another pang of guilt-Pugsley was nearly 2 months old. She'd slept beside Gomez every night since then, and he'd not asked her for anything but a goodnight kiss. She heard the desperation in his voice, felt it in his body, as he kissed her and whispered sweet nothings.
Morticia felt the desperation in herself, too, deep down, but sitting above it, barring it from coming out, were so many other things. Before she could stop it, her breath hitched and she felt a tear slip down her cheek.
Gomez instantly ceased his caresses and turned her around to face him. He sat on the bed and searched her face for any kind of clue to her inner thoughts. "Cara mia, is something the matter?" he asked, taking her hands and looking up into her eyes.
"It's just...since the baby, I haven't felt like myself. We've both been so busy and so preoccupied, we haven't taken the time for each other that we used to, and...I guess I've grown a bit shy. Heaven knows I don't look the way I did before our little boy came along, and I feel as though something's supposed to be different between us now that we're parents."
"Querida, are you worried I won't find you attractive? Darling, put the thought from your mind," Gomez insisted, bringing both of her hands to his lips and placing a tender kiss on each knuckle.
"Oh, Gomez, I...I don't know what I feel," Morticia answered.
"All of this is new territory for us, Querida. We're learning new things about our boy every day, and about each other and ourselves, too. I feel just as mixed up as you. That's why we have each other.
"Mama has the baby, and she's offered us an afternoon of respite. Lurch has the afternoon off. Cara mia, let's not spend our precious hours fretting. Let me show you how beautiful I think you still are."
Morticia looked into his eyes for a moment, wondering how she'd gotten so lucky. Then she nodded and leaned in for a kiss.
When he broke the kiss, Gomez began a careful inventory of her body, being sure to worship each crease and roll in her skin as she raked her fingers over his scalp.
"Vous etes magnifique," she whispered as he settled her thighs over his shoulders.
"Tish, that's french!"