Sorry it took a while! Here it is:
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Chapter 7: What Do We Do Now?
~Morticia's POV~
I was the first to wake up. I began putting on my dress. I laid back down and felt a piece of paper by my arm. It was crumpled, probably due to our nocturnal activities, but it was still legible. As I read it, my heart swelled. I couldn't believe it, I was deeply in love with a man I had barely met. I was in love with my sister's betrothed.
I chose to forget about that problem and watch Gomez sleep, instead. After a couple of minutes, I couldn't resist. I placed a lingering kiss on his lips as I straddled him. Nothing. No response at all. I began kissing his collar bone, biting down on him once in a while. This time, little moans escaped his lips. His arms wrapped around me and he began kissing me back.
He looked at me, his eyes dark with passion, and began kissing me in every spot of bare skin he could find, and with the dress I was wearing, there wasn't much of it. Frustrated, he unzipped it and took it off. After a while though, we both had felt worry lingering through the air.
"Gomez?" I said, "What are we going to do?"
"Don't worry, Cara Mia," he said as he looked at me, "we'll figure something out.
"I found your poem." I said smiling.
"Oh, you did?" he said, his face becoming a light shade of red.
"Gomez! Don't be embarrassed." I said as I stroked his cheek. "It was beautiful."
"Your beautiful." He said as he kissed my hand, then up my arm.
"Darling, we really should be getting back." I said quickly, knowing that If I didn't stop him, we'd end up back where we had started.
"Oh yes, yes, you're right." He said as he put on his coat. I could see worry begin to cover his face.
~Gomez's POV~
So, what am I supposed to do now?
"Morticia?" I asked.
"Yes?"
"What do you think about running way together?" I said seriously. Right now, I couldn't think of any other option.
"And what Gomez? Be a coward? Run away from a problem?"
"No! Just run away from something I really don't want to do." I answered.
"No Gomez. You have to go back and face my mother and my sister."
"But I'm a coward, remember?"
"No, you're an Addams, and Addams' are not cowards." She said and paused for a moment. "are they?"
"Well…"
"Oh, never mind that. You love me don't you?"
"Yes."
"Then do it for me, bubela."
I lost it. The same flame that ignited in me when Morticia spoke French, lit up in me. I began smothering her arm with kisses.
"Control yourself, dear, control yourself." She said. "We have to go home."
I sighed. "Ah, yes, yes. Home…"
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Kinda short, I know…What do you think?