Morticia sipped the punch. It was delicious. Being almost bullied into both the dress and coming here. She was slightly irate. Her sister was intent on finding her betrothed tonight.

"As if." She snorted. Was she going to go to every man and ask,"Are you an Addams?"

Morticia's own betrothed was here. And he too was an Addams but she was not so eager to meet her future. She had plans. She only just received her diploma in hexes and wanted to study more.

Well, if she was forced to be here, she was going to enjoying herself. The punch went down smoothly, it had an almond smell indicating cyanide but the taste was masked by the fruitiness.

"Sad," she thought, "an extra bite of cyanide would be welcome." Morticia scanned the room, she sister was flirting with a man in a vampire mask across the room. Morticia smiled to herself, she was a little grateful Ophelia pulled her from her books this evening. An anonymous night out might be exactly what she needed.

"Enjoying the punch?" Morticia was pulled from her own thoughts. A man in a wolf mask and a pin stripe suit smiled at her as he spoke.

"It's very good, but.."

"A little lacking in bite?" the man finished her sentence with a grin.

She smiled, "exactly."

"I guess they probably didn't want guests getting out of hand too early. Some misadventures are better after midnight." the man had a sly grin.

Morticia sipped her drink, " I couldn't agree more."

The live band strummed their instruments as the music changed. He held out his hand, "my lady, do you waltz?"

She tilted her head and smiled, taking his hand he guided her towards the dance floor. His touch was warm as he placed his hand on her shoulder blade. Morticia smiled he knew what he was doing most men put their hands on the hips but dancers know control is in the shoulders.

He waited three beats and started moving, gently leading her through the steps as the song continued. Morticia didn't care about the crowd forming as the couples continued the gracious waltz across the floor. she felt his warm hands on her, it was... different. Her body melted into his as they moved effortlessly.

Shadows are fallin' all over town

Another night and these blues got me down

Oh, misery! I sure could use some company

He lead her into a twirl, her black dress fanning out creating a pool of shadows on the floor. then with him behind her and his arms under hers, he lowered her to the floor. he picked her up and spun her round to face him dipping her backwards she leaned into his strong arms.

Since you been gone I ain't been the same

I carry the weight like an old ball and chain

Guess it's all meant to be

For love to cause such misery

Morticia felt light, he moved her easily through each step, one more complicated than the last. his mask barely moving , his clothes showing no sign of effort. He guided her to the floor and pulled her along it as the crowd cheered.

Oh, misery! Oh, misery!

Tell me why does my heart make a fool of me

Seems it's my destiny

For love to cause me misery

She could feel the heat radiating through his suit, his hands, his warm breath on her neck. His eyes were focused and a small smile played on his lips as his hands moved over her body as the dance continued.

And, oh! I've been down this road before

With a passion that turned into pain

And each time I saw love walk out the door

I swore I'd never get caught again.

His heat was strange to her, as she was usually cold to the touch, but this heat was pleasant, calming. His moves became a little more demanding, as if he couldn't bare to be further from her than needed, Morticia didn't want him very far either.

But ain't it true? It takes what it takes

And sometime we get too smart to leave

One more heartache for me

Another night in misery

More people were watching the dancers, Morticia moved side by side with him as the song continued.

" Ready to wow everyone?" he whispered in her ear.

"Let's." she replied in a voice more sultry than she liked.

He bent low with his arm around her waist and picked her up with ease and twirled them both. Morticia leaned back in his muscular arms with her arm and leg stretched out, one, two, three spins. The crowed cheered even louder. He lowered her gently, spun her once more and held her close as the song came to an end. Out of breath and the last dancers on the floor Morticia curtsied and the man bowed low as the crowed whistled in approval again.

A/N

This was my first dance scene ever.

What do you think was it too much?

I'll be honest I'm using this scene as a trial and error for something else.