Gomez gently opened the bedroom door, his heart in his throat as it quietly creaked open. He peered inside and was almost relieved to find Morticia not in their bed. He quickly glanced around the room for her, but when he heard the gentle rain-like sound of water running, he knew where she was. Gomez could smell her throughout the room, and the damp, warm air that was now clouding around him was of the most divine aroma imaginable. A mess of black silk lay carelessly across her bed, surrounded by a black lace corset and other intimate things. Gomez crossed the room and ran his fingers across the delicate fabric. Black silk, expensive black silk. His heart beat against his chest as he imagined her without this dress, her in this dress, this dress which she had vowed to never be without. He recognized this particular dress, though she had many others, this one was particular. This was the dress she wore on their wedding. The guilt, which he had tried to suppress suddenly emerged within him. His other half, abandoned by his foolishness and recklessness, what solitude she must have felt. A year without one another , a year of him working tirelessly to return to her, a year of agony when every thought of her plagued his mind, a year of her thinking that he was to never return. In yet, here she was, here he was. Just walls between them now, instead of an ocean.

Gomez sat down on the bed, looking around the room. He paid no mind to the things that belonged to him, only to her. How he worshiped her, how he craved her. The sound of the water, which was ultimately soothing, suddenly stopped. Gomez inhaled deeply, he noticed that her dressing robe was laying across the chair of her dressing table. After all this time, he was still the same devilish cad. But, that isn't what mattered most to him, just to see her before him was enough, to know she was real as was this reality. He could hear her small, bare footsteps trace across the marble floors of the bathroom. Morticia rounded the corner, a towel in hand as she dried the ends of her ebony hair. Gomez's mouth dropped open at the sight of her. Never could imagination give truth to such beauty, her beauty. His eyes traveled up and back down her bare skin, as she carelessly strolled around the corner. Hardly noticing Gomez sitting on their bed, Morticia glanced once in his direction, but still paid no mind. For so long she had imagined seeing him there, waiting for her after her long lavations. Morticia was angry at herself for fabricating the dream of his return. How dare her mind betray her then with such absolute certainty, and to do so now, to continue with the lie that her love had returned. Gomez suddenly cleared his throat, but before he could speak, Morticia let out a startled cry. She dropped the towel she had in hand, and stepped back against the framework of the doorway. Her breaths short and her eyes wide. Gomez stood, trying his best to control where his eyes went, "Quireda," he whispered. Her bottom lip was quivering, seeing her cry was always his undoing. "No," she said softly, tears running down her face, "you're dead. Gomez stepped slowly towards her, his eyes darting up and down. He dropped to his knees before her, "I don't know how I can prove to you that I am as real as the air around you." Gomez extended his hand to her. Morticia looked at his hand skeptically, then softly she reached out and took his hand. She drew in a sharp breath at the feel of his rough hand. "It is you," she said, skeptically, her feet moved from under her and she slowly slid to the floor.

Moving gently, as to not frighten her, Gomez made his way over to her. Morticia hesitated to make eye contact with him, as she was completely exposed before him, her arms moved to cover herself, but Gomez stopped her with a caress of her cheek. She moved her faced toward his touch, small warm tears gliding down her face. They stared into each other's eyes, not saying a word. Morticia swallowed hard, she moved from against the wall to sit up on her knees. Gomez's hand gently fell from her cheek as she moved toward him, soft sobs caught in her throat. She slid her arms around his neck, never breaking eye contact with him. Gomez followed suit and moved his arms around her waist, his fingers delicately grazing her skin. Morticia shivered against his touch, her eyebrows creased slightly, confused by the sensation as if it were new. Her lips moved to speak, but there were no words to be said. With a gentle breath, Morticia leaned toward Gomez, her lips grazed against his in hesitation. Unable to be patient, Gomez pushed his lips to hers, more rough than he had intended. Her eyes shot open at the unexpected touch, but she didn't break the kiss. Though she had grown somewhat shy over his absence, she took a deep breath through her nose and returned the kiss, tightening her arms a little around his neck. Again, Gomez took this as encouragement and tightened his grip around her, pulling her toward him to be flush against his body. He could feel her against him, her bare breast delicately touching him, the naked flesh of her back under his hands. Morticia couldn't help her own excitement and moved herself to sit over his lap. Their lips crashed into each other's as their embrace tightened. Gomez couldn't control his thoughts, as his bare wife moved herself closer to him, her fingers tangling in his hair. Morticia could feel him beneath her, as her modesty flooded her thoughts, suddenly fully aware of what was happening. She broke the kiss, Gomez immediately moved to her neck, his kisses hot and rough against her skin. Her breaths deep and long, Gomez groaned as her breast moved against him. "Gomez," she said breathlessly.
"Yes, my goddess." he said between kisses.
Morticia looked around the room, nervously, "Gomez, I-"
He stopped to look at her, confusion in his eyes, "- it's been a long time since," she stopped herself, feeling her cheeks flush. Gomez raised his eyebrows, unfamiliar with such shyness from her. Not since their first night together had she shown any sort of timidity. His grip around her loosened, but she stopped him with a shy kiss, "Just, be gentle," she whispered. Remembering their first night, Gomez laughed through his nose, "I can't make any promises," he said, his arms sweeping under her legs. He carried her to the bed and laid her down gently, moving over her as her hands moved from his neck to the buttons on his shirt. Her lips met his as she pulled his shirt open, her hands traveling up his muscular chest and over his shoulders. She slid the shirt over his arms and tossed it carelessly to the floor. Gomez moved to kiss her jaw line, then down her neck. Morticia's hands were limp as he kissed across her collar bone, and down her décolletage. He kissed between her breast, his hands moving up and down her rib cage. She purred softly as his hand moved to cup her breast, the other pulling her thigh up around his hip. Her finger's regained their feeling, and her hands shot down to his waistline. Thankful he wasn't wearing a belt, her finger's quickly worked against his trousers, pulling them down as best she could. Gomez returned to her lips, his tongue waltzing with hers. He removed his trousers and boxers with ease, kicking them to the floor. Morticia gasped as he bumped against her leg, she didn't need her eyes to see him, a smile stretching across her face through their kiss.

An entire year flashed before her eyes, a year of solitude and emptiness, every emotion of grief washing away from her with each kiss. Morticia raised her hips, encouraging him to complete her. She breathed in sharply, as he groaned into her neck. Half of her, half of her heart and soul which had been lost, was returned to her. She remembered him now entirely, everything that was and is. Morticia hummed as she and Gomez entangled themselves with each other. She rolled into him to move herself on top, but instead sent them both tumbling down onto the floor. Morticia remembered now, how she teased him as she crawled back from him. Gomez grabbed her ankle, moaning sensuously, pulling her back down to the floor as he crawled over her, thrusting back into her passionately. Morticia cried out against his lips, her arms tightly around his neck as she held on for dear life. They moved together in perfect unison. She arched her back and met his movement with an even bigger one. If there was anything Gomez loved, it was a competition. Back and forth they played against each other, each movement bigger than the last. Gomez, who had an entire year of frustration and passion built within him couldn't help himself, he thrust against her with such force that her head crashed into the wall behind them. Morticia gasped, opening her eyes to look at Gomez, then to the wall behind her. When she saw the hole in the drywall, she turned back to him, rage in her eyes. Gomez's eyes widened as they met her gaze. Morticia's lips curled into a devilish smile as she pounced onto him, sending them both rolling across the floor.

They lay together before the hearth. Intertwined in each other's arms, Morticia thought about how just earlier that day she was laying solemnly in the cold, silent snow. She was complete with him, and he with her. No mind to how he came to be there now, none of that mattered anymore. "You're never leaving my side again," she whispered. Gomez leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, "I wouldn't dream of it, not when I can be here to fuck you through the wall," he laughed. Morticia smiled widely, it felt good to laugh and smile. Gomez had missed her smile, though it was rare, it meant she was her most complete, her most absolute self. Morticia glanced over to her dressing robe, she sat up, looking toward it but before she could move, Gomez grabbed her hand, "Oh no, this isn't over yet," he said, his Castilian accent filling her ears lustfully, "you have a year of this to make up." he pointed up and down his body. He moved to Morticia, his lips grazing over hers, his hands traveling up her body. She pushed him back, climbing on top of him, "A year and 3 months, " she kissed him, "6 hours," she continued, "and...mmm50 minutes." she cooed. Gomez laughed loudly, pulling her to be against him. She kissed him gracefully, her fingers combing through his hair. Gomez returned her kiss, wrapping his strong arms around her with depravity. His darling, his soul mate, his cara mia. Morticia let soft tears glide down her cheeks as she and Gomez entangled themselves once again, every embrace and kiss filled with more love than an infinite universe could possess. Her darling, her soul mate, her Bubalah.

Thanks for reading! Please, R&R if you have any comments for suggestions! I don't know anything about love making, so sorry if this comes up short meheh. Happy fanficing!