For days, secret messages had been carried between the two Addams houses. In that short time, Morticia had collected an astounding number of passionate letters conveying the depths of Gomez's love and lust. Some of his words were so fiery, that when they mixed with the parchment and Morticia's eager eyes, they combusted. Multiple envelopes were filled with the ashes of those racy words, yet Morticia could recall each roasted syllable.

For each response Morticia sent, Gomez would send her three in return. The exchanges were always exciting, yet they somehow calmed their insatiable longing for a fleeting moment. It did not take long for the suggestion of a meeting to be brought up. At first, Morticia was reluctant. She was unsure if she could get away without being questioned by Balthazar, but the need to see Gomez was too powerful to resist. At last she agreed, the plan was set, and each of them anxiously anticipated their rendezvous.

Two a.m at the oldest cemetery in town, that's what they had decided. No one that was buried there had living relatives, and most of the graves were being reclaimed by nature. They would be secluded, surrounded only by the dormant deceased. Morticia could hardly contain her excitement as the clock moved closer to her hour of salvation.

Balthazar had kissed her goodnight over two hours ago, she knew he would be fast asleep by now. He was a very understanding man, when Morticia told him that she was staying up to knit he did not question it. Grateful that he did not doubt her lie, Morticia offered him a small smile as he ascended the stairs. The small gesture melted Balthazar's heart. He believed that he was finally winning over his wife, ignorant to the fact that he was losing her more with each passing minute.

At last, the clock struck one and Morticia left her large, unwelcoming house for the promising arms of her beloved. Her black cloak camouflaged her slim figure effortlessly into the night. Gracefully, she wandered towards her destination disguised under the dark, moonless sky. By the time she reached her long-awaited meeting spot, Morticia was shivering from the exposure to the cold and damp night air. Her flesh was becoming numb, but she didn't care. All that mattered was Gomez. She looked around the cemetery hoping to see him smoking in the dark just like that night on the balcony. Alas, he was nowhere to be seen.

After a few minutes, Morticia was beginning to worry. Just as she began to lose hope, his arms wrapped around her waist as his warm body pressed against her back. She could feel his hot, tobacco laden breath kissing her neck. Everywhere he touched came to life, he brought heat to her icy body, and impassioned every tingling nerve.

"Cara Mia"

"Mon Cher"

Each adoration was whispered with animalistic desire.

"Tish, that's French."

In a swift motion, Gomez turned Morticia around and held her arm up to his mouth. He smiled devilishly at her as he kissed up her willowy extremity. When he reached her neck, he hovered above the sensitive flesh. Morticia held her breath in expectation, waiting for Gomez to strike. Warm lips attached themselves to the alabaster skin before him, pulling it gently into his hot mouth. Morticia's breath was released as a soft moan. Gomez pulled her closer to him as he unlatched himself. Long, slender fingers caressed his face as they stared into each other's eyes. The dark covered everything, but it could not dim the spark of love that glowed between them.

"I've missed you."

Her soft confession broke Gomez's heart. Lips crashed against hers, desperately trying to convey the ocean of emotions that threatened to overflow through Gomez's enraptured pores. Morticia welcomed the kiss with parted lips, eagerly taking all Gomez was giving her. He pulled at her form, willing her to melt into him, to become one indivisible entity. Morticia's heartbeat fluttered in its cage, its rapidity could be felt vibrating against Gomez's broad chest. Their kiss deepened, forcing them to steal air from the dank darkness in little gasps. Morticia's hands were plastered on the side of Gomez's face, her sharp nails playfully scraped against the stubble covered flesh.

Each subtle caress she bestowed upon him increased his uncontrollable desire. He growled into her mouth, the gentle vibrations tingled across her lips. Morticia enjoyed learning what reactions she could stir in her hot-blooded lover. Slender fingers began to tickle down his jaw to his neck and shoulders, pausing over his fast beating pulse. The feel of Morticia lingering over his pounding life source made Gomez freeze in anticipation, not knowing whether she would caress or attack. Each idea excited him, each was erotic in their power with passion and pain. How easily a gentle touch could turn deadly, as she held his life at the tip of her fingertips.

"Morticia"

Her name was nothing more than a gentle exhalation, it was as if she was the air that filled his love starved lungs. She pulled away, barely, but it was enough to elicit a protest from Gomez. His grip on her figure tightened, crushing her ribs beneath his firm hold. Sapphire eyes roamed over his handsome face, desperate to admire his charming masculine features under the starlight.

"Tish?" A hint of worry clouded his husky voice.

"Oh, Gomez." Her eyes fell from his visage to the cold ground. "This night is nearly perfect."

"Cara Mia?"

Morticia remained silent, her words stopped by the trace of fear that lingered in her heart. Despite her inability to speak, Gomez understood every word.

"My darling, I promise you have nothing to fear. We shall be together for the end of time. One day it will be our graves where lovers meet in the dead of night."

"How, my love?"

"Give yourself to me, Cara Mia. All that you are, let me have you. "

Slowly her eyes lifted to meet his. Desperately, he tried to read what they were conveying. Suddenly her ruby lips met his in a frantic yet passionate kiss. Their tongues began the first chords of a ravishing tango. The rhythm of their seduction drew them to the hard ground, where Morticia was immediately covered by Gomez's strong body. They touched and teased as the wind carried their moans through the gently swaying leaves of the surrounding trees. As the night progressed, they succumbed to their building lust. Screams echoed against the forgotten stones as the lovers possessed each other in every way imaginable. Nothing mattered as they ravaged each other in the open night, the darkness providing the illusion that daylight would never come.