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Morticia's fainting spell shook Gomez to his core. In the few seconds it took for her to collapse in his arms, he memorized every sensation and replayed the event as his wife now slept beside him. The horror of seeing the glaze cover his beloved's sparkling sapphire eyes as her knees betrayed her frame haunted his mind's eye. He could still feel her dead weight leaning against his arms, and the sudden chill that invaded her soft flesh. The panic that overtook every nerve in his system as he watched Morticia's head fall back replayed its horror as he glanced over her sleeping form. His heart broke with the thought that when he should have been dipping her in their dance of seduction, he was supporting her lifeless body instead.
Gomez gazed at his slumbering wife, tenderly brushing back a stray strand of silken ebony hair from her face. He tried desperately just to admire her delicate features, but the traumatic image of her ghostly pallor and blue tinted lips would not leave his mind. They often talked of death, but never did he or Morticia consider that they would go to his embrace alone. It wasn't until he carried her limp body up to their bed that he realized one day he might lose his darling wife. A new fear possessed him, the possibility of a life without Morticia. Loneliness and despair flooded his mind at the idea of such a loss, for without his love, life had no purpose.
She wasn't unconscious long, her dark lashes fluttering while she still lay in his arms as he was climbing the stairs. As soon as he saw the cool blue of her eyes, he flashed her a charming smile to put her at ease. She didn't stay awake for long; her eyes had closed in exhaustion as soon as he laid her down on the bed. Gomez had not left her side in the hours since her collapse, determined to protect her. In her sleep, she sought him out draping her arm across his lap. Unable to resist touching her, he gently ran his fingers down her arm. The action caused her to stir, heightening Gomez's senses. He was desperate to prevent anything else happening to his querida.
"Gomez?"
Her voice bewitched him, as soon as he heard it his hand was running up her arm and down her side.
"Cara Mia," he whispered as he moved to face her. Gently he kissed her cheek, and pulled her against him.
"You frightened me, Morticia."
Her pupils grew at his statement dripping with love and worry.
"You usually enjoy when I frighten you, mon cher."
Gomez laughed at her playfulness. Her hand went to the side of his face, her cool skin teasing his hot blood. Gomez growled, pulling at her waist. Morticia was enjoying the warmth of his strong hands on her body when his show of affection suddenly stopped.
"What happened, Tish?"
She didn't know how to answer him. Concern clouded his eyes as he patiently waited for her response. Morticia pressed herself against him, drawn to his warmth.
"Tish?"
"Mon Cher," she began, but her words were trapped in her throat. Morticia had no idea what had happened or what to say to her husband. She didn't remember fainting, and didn't have any symptoms of illness. Her panicked heart was quickly put at ease by Gomez's loving caress. He knew her so well, there was no need for words.
"With what you told me earlier, I believe we should consult mama."
"Yes," Morticia got excited. "Yes, a séance is exactly what we need."