Gomez had practically entombed himself in his study. Mama tried desperately to get him to emerge, but she had no luck. The only time Gomez left was when Thing and Lurch convinced him to bathe. As soon as he was done, he returned to the gloomy study.

Morticia's letters covered the desk, their quantity was so overwhelming that they were beginning to spill onto the floor. Despite Ophelia's comment, Gomez still refused to respond or even open the messages. Their strong scent of Morticia's perfume filled the confined space, mixing with the smoke of Gomez's endless chain of cigars. When anyone would enter the study, they would be assaulted by the potent mixture of aromas. Gomez did not seem bothered by the suffocating heavy air.

Lurch would come in once every hour to check on Gomez, bringing him food that would go untouched. Thing tried to keep him company, but Gomez yelled at him to get out when he moved some of the letters that were laying on the desk. Alone, Gomez buried himself deep within his thoughts. He would run his fingers over his name on the various envelopes, memorizing the way she delicately curved each letter. In his tormented day dreams he would see her, standing before him wearing the black bridesmaid gown she had worn at his wedding. She would smile, and extend her willowy arm, her palm open to him. The sight of her alluring figure would bewitch him, making him desperately reach for her. When he did, her image would change. He would feel a burst of cold air as her figure transformed, suddenly a very pregnant Morticia appeared wrapped in the arms of a possessive Balthazar. Sometimes he lunged at the imaginary Balthazar, trying desperately to wring his neck in a blinding fit of jealousy. Other times he would back away, heartbroken and hopeless.

To hide from his torturous phantoms, he buried his face in his hands. His elbows slid over the envelopes until they rested comfortably on top of the thick pile of papers. He could feel the protruding veins of his forehead pulsating against his fingers. A bead of sweat was forming at his hairline, and heat was radiating off his skin making his collar squeeze around his throat. He was lost in his despair, unaware of the knock on the door. The large wooden door creaked as it opened revealing Lurch with an envelope in his hand.

"Another letter, sir."

Without looking, Gomez extended his hand. Lurch placed the new envelope in his waiting palm. Still clutching the note, Gomez returned to resting his face in his hands. The paper created a thin barrier between his fingers and his forehead. He took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh whiff of familiar perfume. Lurch had started for the door when suddenly he stopped, and turned back to Gomez.

"Mrs. Addams" his gravelly voice bellowed.

"Ophelia is gone, Lurch. Must I remind you again?" Irritation raised the volume of his voice. Lurch grunted, making Gomez's frustration boil over. He threw his hands down as he raised his head, ready to tear Lurch apart. Catching in his throat, his words were stopped, unable to be released. There she was, standing meekly in the side of the door frame. Lurch loomed over, his size dwarfing her slender form and exaggerating her youth. Gomez did not believe his eyes, having been tricked by her apparition countless times. Instead he stared at her, watching as she looked up and nodded to Lurch who then went on his way.

Sparkling sapphire pools examined his disheveled appearance and wild hazel eyes. He looked terrible, a mere shadow of her charismatic lover. The ache in her chest grew, each beat of her heart pounding through her body mercilessly. She wanted to run to him, to be encircled by his loving arms, but she hesitated. Gomez was a feral beast, and she felt the need to approach him with caution. Staring at her, he remained silent. It was strange for him not to run to her or to lustily speak her name at her appearance. Instead, Morticia had to be the first to fill the thick air with the sound of her voice.

"Darling?"

Still, he simply stared at her giving her no further acknowledgment. She moved gracefully, closing the door then approaching him with a deceiving sense of calm. As she reached him, her fingers reached out to caress his cheek.

"Mon Cher." Her purring endearment brought him to reality. Suddenly, the empty void that inhabited Gomez's body was filled by the restless repressed emotions that he had buried deep within his heart. Tears brimmed his eyes as he stared up at the porcelain face of his beloved, disbelief clouding his expression.

"Tish? Is it really you?"

Tentatively, he reached out to touch her silky raven tresses.

"Oui, mon amour."

At her French, desire darkened his pupils.

"Tish" he sighed as he kissed the fistful of hair in his possession.

"You didn't answer any of my letters."

He pulled away, his heart racing with overwhelming anxiety.

"I couldn't, Cara Mia. I couldn't bear it! How can I say goodbye?"

Morticia didn't understand what he was saying. Her nails scraped down his unshaven face.

"Goodbye?"

"It would be wrong to separate a man from his wife and child. I know that, Morticia. I didn't have to read your letters to know that you were saying we could no longer be together. You are right to be with the father of your child. But, why did you come here querida? It was hard enough with your letters, how can I let you go now?"

"Oh bubeleh," She held his face in her hands forcing him to meet her gaze. "You don't have to let me go. I am yours."

"But Tish, you're with child! How can" Her lips stopped his question. Responding to her kiss eagerly, Gomez pulled her into his lap. Their mouths fought for dominance, desperately trying to convey how much they missed each other. Gomez pulled away, conflicted by his unanswered questions.

"Tish,"

"Shh Mon Cher." Her long finger rested on his wet swollen lips. Her eyes roamed over all the unopened envelopes before returning to Gomez's handsome face. "Darling, did you read any of my letters?"

"No, Cara Mia. I told you, I couldn't bear it."

"Oh Gomez," she caressed his face. "I tried to tell you. When I got no response, I thought you didn't understand."

He was utterly confused. Morticia took his hand in hers, and placed it on her abdomen. He spread his fingers to cover more of her body with his warm hand. Gomez stared questioningly into Morticia's smiling eyes.

"Tish?"

"I kept trying to get you to meet me, so I could tell you in person, mon amour. That's why I sent so many letters, they each have different suggestions for places and times."

"Is it true, Cara Mia?" Hope had revived the twinkle in Gomez's eyes. Morticia smiled.

"Oui"

Once again, their lips battled passionately. They nipped and sucked at the tender flesh until they heard each other moan with intoxicating desire. Gomez let his hand travel from Morticia's soft middle over to the curve of her hip and down her firm thigh. He could feel the warmth of her flesh through the thin fabric of her loose-fitting maroon dress. They were being swept in the wave of their passion when Gomez broke their kiss.

"Morticia, how are you sure it's….I mean, do you know that it's not…" He struggled to find the proper way to ask his question. Thankfully, Morticia knew exactly what he was trying to say.

"I've slipped Balthazar a potion every day." Gomez was intrigued, Morticia smiled mischievously as she explained. "It makes him infertile as long as it's in his system and he's taken it every day we've been married. It is impossible that this child is his."

A pleased smile spread across Gomez's face.

"Querida, you wicked pequeña bruja."

"So, you're happy, darling?" Clear blue eyes waited seductively for his reply. With a swipe of his arm, Gomez cleared his desk, the numerous letters falling on to the floor. It only took a moment for Gomez to lift Morticia up to the hard surface. Soon his body covered hers, pressing her deliciously between his strong form and the antique wood beneath her.

"When can we leave, Cara Mia?"

"Tonight" Her husky voice made him growl with need. Attacking her lips with his, he began to devour her wholly. Arching in pleasure, her body responded to his desperate affection. Her long, curled locks draped over the side of the desk, gently brushing against her forgotten messages. Long nails ran down Gomez's back, pressing deep into the fabric so his flesh could feel the faint sting of her scratch. He groaned into her hot mouth, making her lips curl in an impish smile. Forcefully, she pulled at his smoking jacket and shirt, letting him know she wanted them discarded. He obeyed, throwing them on to the floor, where they slid down the mountain of white paper.

Her hands descended upon his exposed flesh, taking their time tickling and scratching. She kept him guessing whether she would caress or strike, enjoying the various sounds that escaped his throat with her varied actions. Lust began to control his mind, leaving all emotions to wait while he obsessed over his want for Morticia. Pressing harder against her, he grew bolder stealing the control from her skilled hands. Teasingly, he explored her body, pausing over her sensitive spots to torment her with feather like touches. She was begging for more, shoving her ample breasts against him as she moaned and tried to spread her legs. Gomez's strong legs were trapping hers between them, and he could feel her pushing against him trying to free herself from the limited space.

Although he wanted to feel her smooth calves wrap around his waist, he held her between him asserting his dominance over her pliable form. Her fingers pressed into his rear, pushing his groin closer to her. Gomez growled and bit her full bottom lip before reaching behind him and grabbing her wrists. Suddenly her hands were raised above her head, held tightly together in his firm fist. With his free hand, he undid his belt and used it to replace his hold on her delicate wrists then secured it to the leg of the desk. Once Morticia was bound, he sat up on her thighs, admiring the way her body was arched.

Even though her dress was plain, it was thin enough that the fabric stretched over her flexed curves, teasing him with the outline of her figure. Salivating, Gomez began to touch her with new determination. It was rougher, more desperate, but still full of undying love. His hands cupped her breasts, feeling the recently added weight as he squeezed them with strong fingers. Morticia pulled against her restraint, franticly trying to escape and respond to Gomez. His teeth scraped along the tender spot on her neck, making her gasp with pleasure and pain. Where he bit, he would soothe with his lips, sucking on the sensitive flesh. The need to feel her naked skin against his compelled him to rip at her neckline, tearing her dress down the front until she lay exposed beneath him. The wetness of his tongue caused goosebumps as he licked from her soft waist up to her sternum.

"Gomez" His name was barely a sigh, her breath stolen by the sensations he was inspiring throughout her body. Irritated that she was not completely bare, still covered by her undergarments, he opened the desk drawer and grabbed his letter opener. In a few swift, skilled motions, Morticia was rid of all the fabric that covered her form. He had sliced through the garments with precision, and pulled them away from her unwrapped body. Gomez tossed the letter opener to the floor as he began to consume the alabaster flesh that was heaving beneath him. It landed with a thud in the pile of sealed letters, their creamy envelopes burying it deep within the discarded heap.