"Do you like it?" Morticia asked. John stared, adoring what he could see. They walked to the other side of the room. The camera disappeared as he watched her shuffle, never taking his eyes off her.

"Adore it" His voice was low.

"Tish, let's go down to the cave" He stood behind her, holding her close, he felt if he let go she would slip through his hands like sand.

"Oh, that we save for special occasions, bubele." Her voice was beautiful. She was beautiful.

"You know what you do when you call me that." He began kissing her left arm, over her shoulder to her neck, and across to her other arm, stopping at her neck.

"Well, it just slipped out. Now control yourself, Gomez."

"I'll try." He was breathless. He kissed her shoulder a few more times before letting her sit down and begin brushing her hair.

"Let me do that. You did mine last night."
She passed him the brush, John gently grazed it over her wig.

"Oh, that scent's beautiful. Buy a barrel of it." Whether or not he was Gomez, she did smell beautiful and he did want her to buy a barrel of it.

"That's the only way it comes." He began kissing her again.

"Darling, I'm sorry, I just can't think of anything
tonight except our poor Pugsley." John sighed pulling away.

"I understand. Who'd ever thought we'd
have a problem child?" He walked away disappearing behind the camera. What was wrong with him?

"I wonder if blondes do have more fun." The scene finished, and Carolyn walked off looking at him with a look of undiscernible emotion, followed by a smile.

He firmly held out the whip, pretending to crack it in Carolyn's direction. The candle she was holding went out.

"Oh, Gomez, that was so masterful." She sighed placing down the candle.

"Now it's your turn. Come to me." He threw the end of the whip, it was wrapped around her waist and she twirled into it. She twirled into him, close enough so they could feel each other's breath over their faces.

He leaned down, one hand on her lower back, one on her upper back, still holding the whip.

His heart was beating faster now, their foreheads pressed together. They moved their lips millimeters closer-

The prop telephone rang, ruining the moment.

"Caramba" He exclaimed, his line was exactly how he felt.

"Darling, let me up. It's probably my poetry club." She sighed, the air blowing onto his face.

"Tell them you've resigned." He pulled her closer, their chests pressing together.

"Gomez, darling, let me up." He let her go. She spun from him like Earth orbiting the sun.

Time moved in a sort of limbo, moving fast and slow somehow at the same time.
They were halfway through season 1 now. John was now used to the knot in his stomach, but that didn't mean that he could do anything about it.

It was just acting, right?

"Perhaps you're right. But I can handle this situation." He knew what was coming. He was anxious to kiss her already.

"I'm sure you can, darling. You're so masterful" She pet his cheek gently. Every time they touched, John felt electricity flow through him.

"Tish, when you pat my cheek that way it drives me wild." He groaned. He couldn't tell if the groan was real or not. He kissed her shoulder, then her neck, he moved her hair out of the way pressing his lips to the base of her neck.

"Gomez, darling, control yourself." She sighed, perhaps it could seen as exasperation, no one but her could be sure.

"Never." He lifted his head just enough to say his line before burying his head back against her neck. He gently sucked on her neck, probably not what he should be doing, but he couldn't help himself.

He felt her sigh against his chest. He reached his arm around her to hold her stomach. Something felt off. He was holding her ribcage not her waist. His hand kept moving on its own accord.

FUCK THATS HER BOOB.

He immediately readjusted his hand, putting it on her waist. He noticed that she didn't recoil when he had touched her breast, she had instead hummed against him.

"Darling, you're forgetting about Lurch"
He kept sucking on her neck, pulling her over as he reached for the noose.

"You rang?" Ted Cassidy's voice was low and deep. John had to stop now, but he didn't want to. He sighed, pulling away and continuing the scene.

"I'm thinking of putting him on the rack" Carolyn as Morticia told Blossom as Grandmama.

"Good idea! A few twists might
straighten him out" Blossom seemed rather cheery at the prospect.

"A few twists?" John as Gomez exclaimed.

"Yes, darling. You see, we tie your hands and your feet and then Lurch turns the crank" Carolyn as Morticia explained. Her voice was so gentle.

"And that will make me better?" Internally John laughed. Of course, it wouldn't.

"And taller, too." Blossom cackled.

"You're trying to kill me." John acted panicked. His friends hadn't heard him yell like that before they looked at him rather shocked. "Get that double indemnity.." Gomez accused, his heart raced. He was unsure why.

"You're dearer to me than all the bats in all the caves in the world. Now trust me, Gomez." As Carolyn spoke she stroked her long nails over his cheek.

He sighed heavily, moving his head deeply into her hand, his heart was racing, and he could barely pay attention to what he was meant to be doing. Her long nails painted a deep red, dragged gently across his cheek, not hurting him, she could never hurt him.

Fuck.

The one time he had to pretend not to be in love with her, he failed.

They had finished filming for the day, having changed clothes, and said goodbye to 20-30 people, he finally got to go home. He loved work, he loved acting, but he couldn't deny that it was tiring.

He only had to walk home, it wasn't far from set. He came upon his home, a small house. He could already hear his sons giggling at the door waiting for him to chase them with his 'scary' makeup.

The keys clicked, and his sons squealed.

"Dad!" They cheered. He knelt down giving the boys the biggest hug he could.

He lay in bed next to his wife, she was already asleep, not that he minded. His mind was elsewhere.

He thought of Carolyn, how he felt when she was around, whenever they touched, their morning chats whilst getting their makeup done, their hugs before and after work each day.

He knew that the others may have thought it was odd but at the start, she had just needed a hug from someone, but now that she was healing from her divorce and they had become close friends, they just hugged for the sake of hugging.

The words swam in his head, not allowing him the comfort of sleep. No, his brain would make him figure it out by himself even if he would be tired in the morning.

His mind began to let him imagine kissing her, he imagined how her lips must feel soft on his, how his hand felt on her waist, and how she might wrap her arms around his neck. The image of him gently kissing her turned into an image of him passionately kissing her and-

He sat bolt upright.

SHIT

He was in love with her.