After bidding the last drunk guest good bye, Morticia looked around the empty ballroom in search for Gomez. But apparently, Gomez seems to be already in our bedroom. Hopefully still waiting for me and not yet asleep, she thought. She then left the ballroom and started to climb the stairs. On her fifth step, Gomez appeared out of nowhere, at least for Morticia's eyes, and took hold of his wife's slender hips. Morticia almost yelped in surprise but managed to stop herself just in time. Instead, she leaned on Gomez and put her face near his.

"I thought you were already in our room," she said caressing his face.

"Barely," he replied putting pressure on her hips. "Well, I was actually about to. But then I realized that it would be very ungentlemanly to leave the damsel in distress all by herself. After all, she just returned home and it is her anniversary with her knight in shining armor."

"Very true, indeed, darling," she replied.

Gomez slowly turned Morticia around to face him. "You are so beautiful," he said putting her hair behind her left ear.

She smiled at him and shook her head to return her hair to its usual veil at the side of her face. "Thank you," she said.

He moved to kiss her when Fester arrived.

"Yes, Fester?" Gomez said without looking at Fester, his eyes were locked on Morticia's.

"Sorry for the interruption but I would just like to inform you that I am taking Pugsley and Pubert to the swamp. Dementia is coming with us," Fester said ignoring the fact that his brother was about to kiss his sister-in-law.

"Go on," Gomez replied, still staring at his wife. When Fester was out of sight, he once again leaned closer to Morticia but then Wednesday and Joel interrupted their intimate moment.

Joel blushed at the sight of them few inches from each other's lips, Wednesday of course, on the other hand, did not.

"Mother, Father, we are going out," Wednesday bluntly said.

"Go on, go on," her mother replied as she stared passionately at her husband.

"We just passed by Cousin Itt, he said that he, Aunt Margaret and What will be staying for the night. Their car broke off,"

"Yes, yes, yes," Morticia replied almost impatiently.

Wednesday narrowed her eyes at her mother for the sudden irritation. "So Lurch is attending to Cousin Itt's car. Mama went down to the bottomless pit by herself to pick some berries for her cooking. Lurch was supposed to accompany her but with Cousin Itt's car, he did not."

"And so they did," Morticia replied with a bit pronounced annoyance.

"Mama is all by herself down the bottomless pit."

"We've heard you," Gomez replied with the same annoyed tone in his voice.

"Mama can take care of herself," added Morticia.

"But it is the bottomless pit we're talking about…" Wednesday insisted. But upon seeing her very much uncooperative parents, she tried something else. "Uh… I want to shave my head, wear a fuchsia mini dress and a pair of sneakers for my wedding with… um, Zac Efron."

"Enjoy, darling," her mother replied distractedly. She slowly inched closer to Gomez.

She sighed exasperatedly as a sign of giving up and grabbed Joel down the stairs. Then she whispered to him, "My parents are hopeless."

"Don't say that Wednesday," Joel whispered back. "Today is their anniversary, we should give them some time alone to… you know."

She stared at him with narrowed eyes. "I don't want to know."

They crossed the hallway and left the mansion with a loud bang coming from the door. However, Gomez and Morticia did not seem to notice.

Gomez leaned towards Morticia again, but this time, she stopped him with a slender finger on his lips. He gave her a questioning look.

"We do not want to be interrupted again, do we?" she asked batting her eyelids at him.

"You are too much, lady," he replied with a smile. "I see your point."

Morticia detached herself from Gomez and rose to full height. She climbed the stairs to their bedroom, allowing her hips to sway invitingly as she walks. Gomez shook his head with a smile and followed her.

When Gomez reached their bedroom, he was caught off guard by a stinging hit of a bullwhip. Immediately, his white undershirt reddened horizontally with blood. He looked up and saw Morticia by the doorway, bullwhip on one hand, and the other resting on her hips. She smiled at him menacingly and nodded towards their bed. He quivered with delight, Tonight, it seems Tish is on the upper hand but I'll make sure the table will be turned, he thought. He walked to their bed, but never removed his gaze from his wife who hit him once again, but this time at the back.

"Lie down, Gomez," she commanded darkly. He obliged her and received yet another wound across the chest from the whip.

"Are you hurt?" she asked cracking again the whip on his chest. She climbed on top of him.

"Always, my lady," he answered touching her hips and repositioning it for convenience.

"You want more?" Another crack of the whip.

"No," Crack.

"And why?" Crack.

"I want you, Miss Frump. I missed you," he said. Then he started to sit up.

"I have other plans," she replied. She leaned forward and kissed him, and at the same time, she shackled him on the bed post. He tried to deepen their kiss but she pulled away.

"Tish…" he growled with a warning tone.

"Control, Mr. Addams," she whispered to his ear. "And behave."

She removed his silk cravat and his shirt to reveal freshly whipped wounds. She smiled devilishly and cracked the whip several more times on his chest multiplying the cuts. Gomez winced in pain but at the same time, he enjoyed it.

"About enough," she whispered so softly that Gomez did not even seem to hear her. She let the bullwhip fall on the floor and leaned closer to him. She examined the cuts across her husband's chest with a smile. She ran her finger along the cuts and when she reached his navel, she scratched an intricate 'M' above it.

"That hurts more than the bullwhip, Tish," he commented.

"It better, it comes with love," she replied softly. She kissed his wounded abdomen.

"So this is the proper way of saying 'I love you'?" he asked.

"Partly, and also to say 'You are mine,"

"Untie me now?"

Morticia laughed. "No." She fingered his wounds and accidentally scratched one open. Blood rose and cascaded down the wound.

"Tish…" Gomez said wincing. "What was that for?"

"Oops?" she whispered with innocent look on her face.

She leaned even closer to him and he did as well, straining his bonds and cutting his wrists. She felt him tense as she run her fingers even lower than his navel. When their lips met, Morticia knew that she had fallen to a trap; she cannot break away from their kiss. Using his untied thighs, he pushed her closer to him and locked her there.

Having no choice, she untied him as they kiss. Once untied, he placed his bleeding hands on her hips and lifted her from above him to underneath him. He began kissing her neck, with his hands exploring her body.

"You want to play?" she asked quivering as his hands wandered lower her figure.

"I do, but I'd rather not have it on bed," he replied. He took her hands and kissed it before he tied it together.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"This is what I mean," he answered picking her up and placing her down by the balcony. He kissed her neck and unzipped her dress.

"Here?"

"Here."

"Alright…" she replied and presented her tied hands. "Untie me now."

Gomez laughed. "Patience lady, you are under my power now."