Chapter Five:

Authors Note: Just a heads up that the rating has changed to M; enjoy ;)

As they walked past Lurch who was still lounging in his chair, Gomez couldn't help but notice how Lurch's eyes followed Morticia across the room, making him unconsciously move closer to her. Once at the top of the stairs Gomez asked softly, "Do you notice the way Lurch looks at you?"

"Yes," Morticia replied. "I know he has a thing for me. It's been going on for a while now."

"But you two aren't...well..."

"Oh, no! No. He just makes eyes at me and compliments me a lot. I try not to encourage it," Morticia answered quickly before opening her bedroom door and setting her cloak on the dresser that was just inside before leading him to the attic door.

Upon opening the door, they were greeted by a strong rush of cold, musty air blowing down the shadowy, dusty stairs, which ruffled her hair as she walked up the creaking steps. "I don't like it," Gomez said suddenly, without thinking, as he shut the door and met her at the top. "The way he looks at you."

"Why?" Morticia replied confused, as she turned to face him from where she was standing near the wall.

"I don't know what this is, Morticia, but I...I feel possessive over you, which, as I've told myself, is stupid because you're not even mine, but God what I would give to call you my own," Gomez admitted.

"Gomez..." Morticia began but he interrupted her.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you that," Gomez said quickly, looking down.

"Sorry for what?" Morticia asked as she moved to stand in front of him and gently tilt his head back up. "The feeling is mutual, Mon Cher..."

She watched as his eyes brightened up at her revelation but then immediately darkened in response to her French.

Gomez felt lustfully rabid the instant her French words hit his ears. Grabbing her hand, he turned to kiss her palm growling, "That French..." Then continued up her arm with feverish kisses and sharp love bites, "It drives me wild! Oh, Morticia, speak some more..."

Once he reached her neck, he had her at his mercy and she half purred, half moaned, "Oh, mon cher, mon sauvage, juste me prendre déjà!"

Backing her into the wall, pinning her there, he pulled away from her neck and whispered, "Oh I will..."

Taking in a deep breath as she bit her lip, she looked up at him through her lashes as he continued, "Mother Lurch doesn't come up here, does she?"

"No," Morticia breathed out, her heart pounding as she stared into his black eyes. "She can't stand the dust."

"Good," Gomez breathed back, before leaning toward her and whispering in her ear, "Because I guarantee this dust is going to get unsettled..."

Morticia couldn't take it anymore; pushing off the wall, she seized his lips fiercely and tackled him to the floor. Gomez growled against her lips in both pain and pleasure, his hands immediately tangling in her thick hair as he bit down on her bottom lip violently, forcing traces of blood to flow between their lips. She moaned in response to the taste, the sharp pain fading into a pleasureful tingle, as she bit him just as hard back and her hands swiftly pushed his jacket off his shoulders.

After shaking off his jacket, he rolled her onto her back, broke from her lips, now truly red with their blood, and proceeded to kiss down her neck; his tongue licking away the blood smears he left across her pale skin from his punctured, throbbing lips. As his hands slid underneath her to find her dress's zipper, he growled against her skin, "How the hell do you move around in this tight thing?"

She shrugged, as she arched her back, her hands tugging at his hair as he nipped her clavicle, "Just talent I guess."

"Pure perfection," Gomez responded as he managed to unzip her dress and start to push the skin tight fabric past her shoulders while she slipped her arms effortlessly out of the sleeves.

Working it down, he followed it in pursuit, his tongue, lips, and teeth pleasing every inch of her exposed skin. Once off her legs, she kicked off her heels and he proceeded to slip off her stockings before licking and nipping up her bare legs to her inner thighs, teasing her by purposely avoiding where he knew she wanted him.

"Damn it, Gomez," Morticia spat through clenched teeth as her nails drove like sharp needles into his shoulders.

With a smirk, Gomez gave up his teasing and she felt herself burning like a witch at the stake with the amount of pleasure he was now showing her.

As her nails raked his back mercilessly, occasionally moving to tug violently at his hair, he moaned against her pitch black curls at the excruciating yet delicious pain that shot through him, jolting his heart. With a smile, he kissed back up her gorgeous body and to her waiting lips.

She kissed him hard, her tongue swiftly slipping past his teeth to tangle with his own. Before he could react, she threw him onto his back and tore open his shirt, it soon thrown behind them forgotten. She leaned down and kissed him hotly as her hands slid down his body, her nails sadistically scratching down his muscled chest and stomach before moving to undo his belt and pants. Once they were undone, she used her feet to kick his pants and trousers off his legs and after placing a sharp bite to his tongue, she moved away and began to nip her way down his fit body making sure every inch of her rubbed against him.

Gomez growled at her movement, shuddering at the feel of the cold metal of her necklace and her black hair tickling his skin as she moved downward. As her breath hit his balls, she looked devilishly up at him and winked. That pushed him over the edge, driving him wild. He needed her right now. Driving his hands into her long, wavy, silk tresses he pulled her back up to his lips and rolled her onto her back and was about to take her when he suddenly stopped.

"What?" She gasped, short of breath.

"Are you sure about this?" Gomez gently asked her, his eyes dark with lust but glowing with earnest love.

"More sure than I have been about anything," Morticia told him as she reached up and stroked his cheek.

"You'll be my first you know," Gomez whispered lovingly to her as he held her hand and kissed her wrist.

"That makes two of us," Morticia told him as she leaned up and gave him a gentle, loving kiss to his lips.

Gomez took her slowly at first, not wanting to hurt her, but once she was the one who sped up, he knew she was okay.

Needing to break away for air, Morticia flung her head back in pleasure, her nails scourging his back while Gomez bowed his head, the stinging of the cut up skin of his back sending bolts of electricity through him.

"Harder..." Morticia panted, keeping his pace without difficulty. "Faster..."

He didn't need to be told twice and before either could blink they came together, Morticia's scream sounding like that of a Transylvanian Vulture.

Collapsing on top of her, his heart beating out of control and his lungs screaming for air, he relished in the shock his body was beginning to fall into due to the sexual onslaught.

Morticia gently ran her fingers over his throbbing wounds that crossed his back, some clotting over but others still bleeding while her heart, that usually hardly beats at all, threatened to break out of her rib cage as it pounded in her chest and throbbed in the bites he gave her.

"Cara Mia," Gomez breathed out after minutes of lying there regaining their breath and listening to each other's rapid pulses. He moved to hold himself above her, his eyes once again a dark welcoming brown.

She smiled up at him, her cobalt eyes still dark and fiery as she ran a hand down his cheek and purred, "Mon Cher..."

He immediately groaned and yanked her arm up to his lips where he proceeded to kiss and nip his way gently from her wrist to her neck. Pulling away, he locked their eyes and said lovingly, "I love you, Morticia."

"And I you, Gomez," Morticia replied, just as lovingly as he, before leaning up and kissing him with love-filled passion, stealing the breath he just regained.

Breaking away, he moved to lay next to her, pulling her into his arms as he affectionately nuzzled her neck. She purred as she turned to snuggle into his chest, her arms between them as she rested her forehead on him, just taking in his scent.

Gomez smiled at his bite marks upon her, gently running his tongue over the throbbing, hot wounds to ease their stinging. Morticia twitched at first but soon fell into the soft healing touch of his warm tongue.

Once her neck was licked clean he began to move lower but she stopped him with a light chuckle, "Gomez...don't turn me on again...I'm tired..."

Gomez smiled at her before placing one final kiss to her neck and moving to rest his head on hers, while she pressed herself closer to him and closed her eyes.

French Translations For Your Convenience:

Mon Cher-My dear

Mon Sauvage-My wild

Juste me prendre déjà-Just take me already