Chapter Three:
'This house isn't that big,' Gomez sneered to himself as he walked quickly down the back hall that lead to the kitchen to prepare lunch. 'Yeah, right!' he scoffed as he pushed open the kitchen door and walked in.
It's been nearly five hours since he last saw that walking goddess by the name of Morticia and nearly five hours of an exhausting hell. He'd just finish one thing and be asked to do something else. Back and forth, up and down all through the house. Gomez was relieved that it was noon so all he had to do was prepare lunch and then have an hour or two to relax while Lurch and his nagging mother ate.
"You look like hell," a sympathetic, naturally low voice sounded from behind him. A voice he'd recognize anywhere.
Spinning around, slightly startled, he instantly smiled upon seeing Morticia and replied, "Morticia, you scared me; I didn't hear you come in."
"Sorry," She replied calmly as she walked past him toward the cupboards. "So how's the first half of your day going?"
"Awful," Gomez answered as he took a large soup kettle she handed to him, blowing off the cobwebs. "Don't they complain about the spider webs?"
She looked over her shoulder at the sticky webs that Gomez was peeling off the kettle and answered, "They don't look in the cupboards. Besides, I think the webs add character to things, not to mention they add a little kick to certain soups."
"Really?" Gomez responded as he set the now clean kettle on the counter behind him. "I've never thought of a cobweb as a "spice"."
"Well, most people aren't into the more stranger of foods and their preparations," Morticia answered with a sigh as she walked over to the pantry.
"I'm happy to say that I am one of the few people who do like the stranger of delicacies. Souffle of Aardvark for example or Gizzard of Lizard," Gomez stated with a grin as he began looking for a stirring spoon in the drawers.
Morticia returned from the pantry with a can of carrots and a box of rice, a small smile on her face as she walked back to the counter.
"I love Aardvark!" she exclaimed, her smile broader.
"Why don't we make that for them?" Gomez asked her.
Her smile fell a little as she answered, "Lurch probably wouldn't mind it, but his mother...she's so unpredictable."
"Well, then I guess it's just simple chicken soup," Gomez sighed as he began filling the bowl with water. "Why can't Lurch's mother be more carefree, like her son?"
Morticia shrugged as she left the can and box on the counter and smoothly spun around and walked briskly to the fridge.
"How do you do it?" Gomez asked suddenly as he put the large bowl of water on the stove and set it to boil.
"Do what?" Morticia asked calmly as she set some celery on a cutting board before looking at him and whipping out a large chef knife, making him jump.
He just stood looking at her, trying to figure out when and how she got that knife so fast while she raised an eyebrow with a mischievous smile, "I repeat; what?"
"Oh! Uh, deal with all the constant nagging 'n stuff," Gomez repeated regaining his composure.
"Well...I don't really know," Morticia answered as she swiftly chopped off the ends of the celery. "Her voice makes my ears bleed but there really isn't anything I can do about it but bite my tongue. But it's nothing a midnight walk though the cemetery doesn't fix."
"Wait, there's a cemetery here!?" Gomez exclaimed.
"Yes..."
Gomez was lost for a minute from imagining this raven-haired beauty walking calmly along a desolate cemetery with the moonlight reflecting sliver against her hair and an even more icy blue across her eyes. 'Whoa...you need to slow down! You just met this girl. But she's so damn irresistible!'
"Could you show me sometime?" Gomez asked boldly but with a tinge of hesitance, cause 'What if she wants nothing to do with me, I mean, the girl has a knife!'
Morticia looked up from her chopping, her eyes shocked as she replied slowly, "You mean like...tonight?"
"If that wouldn't be a problem," Gomez answered, his charm returning.
Morticia was so shocked that someone like him actually wanted to spend time with her that she wasn't paying attention to what she was doing and sliced her finger. She hissed slightly as she quickly set the knife down and brought her finger to her lips.
"You okay?" Gomez asked concerned.
"Don't worry about it," Morticia told him as she pulled back her finger. "I have a high pain tolerance."
"Still; let me see it," Gomez responded as he took her hand and looked at the small slice in her finger, slight traces of blood near the thin edges from after Morticia sucked it.
He didn't even hesitate, or even think, and brought her finger to his lips for a soft kiss. Morticia's breath hitched in her throat and she immediately tensed up as a sudden shock like from an electric chair ripped through her body. Gomez looked up from her finger and locked his black-brown eyes with her darkened blue as a mischievous smile crept onto his lips. Maintaining eye contact, he slowly moved to kiss her hand, then her wrist...
Morticia raised an eyebrow at him as her eyes narrowed and her crimson lips faded into a sinister smirk; she was challenging him.
Before he could move another muscle, however, the roaring sound of the gong rang once throughout the house, summoning Gomez. Morticia immediately drew back her arm as she broke their stare and returned to slicing up the celery. With an annoyed intake of breath Gomez left to attend whoever rang.