Alright people, here's where I leaned more towards the movies because it seemed they showed a lot more of the sexual side of their relationship…this is probably the only chapter in this story that should be rated T…so read on!

~purevintagegal 3

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Chapter 6: The Beach

~Gomez's POV~

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to see her. I had to try to explain. I waited until it was late and I drovet eh car to her house. I looked around to make sure nobody was in sight, andi looked up to her bedroom window. I decided to climb the tree next to it. I saw hwer laying on her bead, she looked absolutely beautiful. I tapped on the window and she walked over.

"Gomez! I thought I told you I never wanted to see you again!" She said, clearly surprised to see me.

"I know, but in all fairness, you should at least let me explain why I'm here."

"What is there to explain? You're marrying my sister! Why don't you go knock on her window?" She said in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Because I don't love her!" I said. "Please, let me explain." I pleaded.

"Oh alright, explain."

"Um, Morticia?" I could feel my feet slipping. "It may be a bit easier to explain if I wasn't holding on for my life on this ledge." I was pushing my luck by asking her to let me come inside, but she helped me in. It was a relief to feel her touch, even if it was briefly.

~Morticia's POV~

"Alright, I let you in, now let's have it." I said as I sat on my bed.

He stood there for a second, as if he were thinking about what to say. Then, he looked me straight in the eye.

"Do you really believe that I want to marry Ophelia?"

"Well aren't you?" I asked.

"Well, its not that I want to, believe me, I REALLY don't want to. I mean there is nothing wrong with your sister, but…we just don't share…similar interests…Plus! I'm in love with someone else."

"Well then! Why are you getting married?" I said a bit exasperated.

"Because I have to! My mother and your mother set this up. Believe me, it came to me as a surprise that I was to marry someone. I don't want to marry Ophelia, I want to marry you Morticia. I love you!" he said as he sat down next to me. "I don't know what to do. I don't know how to get out of this." His voice grew quieter.

"Oh Gomez, do you really mean it? Do you really love me?" I said, my eyes full of hope.

"Of course I do, Cara Mia." He said as he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight.

"Oh, mon cher…" I said as I rested my head on his shoulders.

"Morticia! That's French! You know what that does to me." He said and kissed my arm, my neck, then, my lips.

It was wonderful. Even better than before. I had been longing for this. We laid down and I straddled him, making sure I didn't break the kiss. I could feel him running his hands along my body and coming back up to feel the bare skin on my back that my dress left open. I began his coat and unbuttoning his shirt, but his hands pushed mine away.

"No querida, not here." He said trying to catch his breath. "Come with me." He said as he got up and headed to the window.

I followed. "To where, Gomez?" he began climbing down the tree and I did too.

"Just follow me." He smiled as he opened the car doo for me. I stayed quiet as he drove. He drove so fast, I thought we would crash. It was rather pleasant. We pulled up alongside the beach and he brought out a big towel from the trunk. He held my hand and led me down to the shore.

~Gomez's POV~

I put the towel on the sand and sat on it. I patted the spot next to me so that Morticia would sit beside me. As I began taking off my shoes and my coat, she asked me what I was doing.

"I'm getting ready for a swim."

"At this time of night?" She asked.

"Of course! It's the best time of the day to go for a swim…well best time of the night anyhow."

She shrugged and began taking her shoes off. "I guess I could just dip my feet." She said as she walked down to the water with me. I made sure my poem would stay dry by placing it on our towel.

Instead of just dipping my feet, I jumped in. Morticia looked at me with her eyes wide open.

"C'mon in! The water's great!" I said as I walked towards her.

"Oh no. I'm fine out here Gomez." She could sense that something was about to go wrong.

~Morticia's POV~

Gomez looked rather funny with his suit all wet, but I didn't like that he was coming towards me, trying to get me in. I quickly bolted down the shoreline but I could feel him gaining on me. The next thing I knew, I felt someone pick me up.

"Gomez!" I said trying my hardest to not laugh. "Put me down!"

"Okay." He said and plunged me into the water. I realized that what I said was a bad choice of words. I came out soaking wet and looking for revenge. I chased Gomez down to the other end of the beach where I succeeded to grab a hold of him and dunk him.

As we both regained our balance, we stood there looking up at the moon.

"Its full, just like on the night we met." Gomez said. "No, on the night I first saw you."

"Yes it is. It's so…romantique."

"Morticia, that's French." He said immediately stepping closer to me.

"Yes, je sais." I responded, wrapping my arms around his neck.

We stood there in the water and kissed. I could tell that he badly wanted something more than a kiss. I know that I did too.

~Gomez's POV~

I led her to the towel and placed her down gently. I began kissing her neck, and down her chest, well, as far as her dress let me. I began feeling around for a zipper and found it on her side. I quickly unzipped it and pulled the dress off of her and threw it aside.

She was beautiful. Completely and utterly beautiful. Her skin was pale and flawless, like a piece of smooth marble.

"Gomez?" she asked nervously. I had been looking at her for the past couple of minutes.

"Tish, your beautiful." I said looking at her face.

"What did you call me?"

"'Tish?'"

"Yes, I like it." She smiled.

I began placing kisses on every piece of bare skin I could find. I could feel her unbuttoning my shirt and taking it off. I could also feel her unbuttoning my pants, those too were long gone.

She turned over so that she could be on top and began placing a trail of kisses that got lower, and lower, and lower. She was driving me crazy. The last garment of clothes I had on, my underwear, were gone. I quickly returned the favor, but before I did anything else, I looked back at her.

"Are you sure you want this Morticia?" I said dead serious.

"Yes." She answered back. That was all that I needed to hear. We then, made love. I could feel her nails digging into my back and I could feel the blood dripping down it, but I didn't care. The pain felt good, and what we were doing felt even better. I bit down on her neck and hear her moan in pleasure. I could taste her blood, it was like the finest wine mixed with cyanide. I had lost track of time, but after a while, we both collapsed, exhausted. We lay there together, staring off into the bright stars up in the night sky. As I caressed her hair, we both fell asleep.

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Okay, I hope it was okay…I'm not really used to writing like that, so I hope I did okay.