"Do you like it?" She asked. She saw John staring at her like a goddess on earth, it seemed like he always looked at her like that. They walked to the other side of the room. The camera disappeared from view as she shuffled, she felt his eyes on her the whole way.

"Adore it" His voice was low and sexy. Her heart beat hard in her chest.

"Tish, let's go down to the cave" He stood behind her, and she pressed her back to his chest, enjoying the feeling. He held her around the waist. Her stomach fluttered.

"Oh, that we save for special occasions, bubele." Tension was thick in her throat. She knew what was coming, she had read the script, and she was anxious for him to kiss her.

"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." She had said the opposite of what she really wanted to, it's not like she had much choice in what to say.

"I'll try." She felt breathless. He kissed her shoulder a few more times before letting her sit down. Carolyn picked up the brush, hoping her hands weren't shaking too obviously.

"Let me do that. You did mine last night."
He gently took the brush, John gently grazed it over her wig. How she wished he was brushing her real hair.

"Oh, that scent's beautiful. Buy a barrel of it." He was breathing heavily against her neck.

"That's the only way it comes." He kissed her again. She automatically sighed, hoping that to the camera, it looked like tiredness or annoyance.

"Darling, I'm sorry, I just can't think of anything tonight except our poor Pugsley." She was annoyed at herself. She wanted all the crew to leave and not have a script and just be there with him.

"I understand. Who'd ever thought we'd have a problem child?" His warmth left her side, disappearing behind the camera.

Why the fuck was she feeling like this?

"I wonder if blondes do have more fun." Carolyn laughed to herself, she would know. As she walked off of the fold-out bedroom set, she glanced around for him. John was standing there gazing at her. She looked at him, even at a distance electricity flowed between them. Her face betrayed her, showing how she felt, John however looked at her confused.

Carolyn forced her face into 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. She caught it wrapping it around her waist, she spun into it, closing the distance between them. She was so close that she could feel his breath on her face.

He leaned down, one hand on her lower back, one on her upper back, still holding the whip. He rubbed his thumb against her back, and she sighed. Her heart raced and her stomach twisted.

Their foreheads were pressed together, sharing their breaths. They moved their lips millimeters closer-

The prop telephone rang, ruining the moment.

"Caramba" He exclaimed above her, he turned his head to the phone. He turned his head back to hers. Pressing their foreheads together.

"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, and her stomach twisted harder.

"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. Carolyn was divorced now, her stomach fluttered every time she was close to John, but that didn't mean that she could do anything about it.

It was just acting, right?

"Perhaps you're right. But I can handle this situation." She pet his cheek, doing this was easy now, but her stomach was still fluttering.

"I'm sure you can, darling. You're so masterful" She pet his cheek gently. Every time they touched, it was like fire, a beautiful warm, comfortable fire.

"Tish, when you pat my cheek that way it drives me wild." He groaned. She 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. She sighed, she loved this.

"Gomez, darling, control yourself." She sighed.
shit, hopefully, it could be seen as exasperation.

"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, she shivered, leaning into it. Fuck, she said to herself, he's good at this.

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. Not that she minded, it was going exactly where she had spent 6 months hoping for it to go. He hummed against his chest.

THATS MY BOOB.

She moaned quietly, hoping no one had heard it. He immediately readjusted his hand, putting it on her waist. Disappointment filled her chest.

"Darling, you're forgetting about Lurch"
He kept sucking on her neck, pulling her over as he reached for the noose. His hand rested in the middle of her upper stomach, thumb between her breasts.

"You rang?" Ted Cassidy's voice was low and deep. He had to stop now, but she didn't want him to. They 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. Carolyn laughed to herself.

"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. This family would be so fucking kinky, she thought to herself.

"And that will make me better?" John as Gomez panicked.

"And taller, too." Blossom cackled, God is she ever in character? Carolyn joked to herself.

"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.

"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, she loved when he did that. She dragged her nails across his cheek, just as she knew he liked.

They had finished filming for the day. Carolyn had spent 20 minutes taking off that dress, sitting in her dressing room in nothing but her bra and underwear before finally deciding to get moving.

She got dressed and left, most others had already gone home. She walked out stretching in the cool night air. The parking lot was quiet and deserted. She ended up driving home, to a small apartment not far from set, she clicked open her front door, arriving to her empty apartment.

She lay alone in bed. Unable to sleep she got up, going to the lounge room. She had to burn them.

Carolyn knelt down in front of her fireplace, lighting it. Once the flame had become a decent size she slid his letters from the coffee table. She held the first one in her hand, putting the tip in the fire and holding it until it was halfway burned before throwing it back in the fire. One by one she read the letters as they burned. The fire reflected beautifulling in her cobalt eyes. Glad to finally be rid of him.

The letters burned, and she lay on the floor.

She began to think about him, John. How he looked at her, how he kissed her neck and touched her. She thought of how he was always so gentle and kind to her.
She thought of it all, mulling it over. She thought of how she felt when he looked at her when he touched her and kissed her, their pre and post-work hugs reducing her to a blushing mess for at least a half hour.

Carolyn knew how the others looked at them, she knew they thought their hugs were weird, but she didn't care. She had needed hugs when they started, her divorce just having been finalized, and having moved to a new apartment. But now they were just hugging for the sake of hugging.

The thoughts filled her head, not letting her relax. Her brain would make her figure it out even if it forced her.

Her mind began to imagine kissing him, she imagined how his lips must feel against hers, how one hand would rest on her waist, and the other would be on her cheek. Perhaps she would start it, but it didn't matter.

The image of her gently kissing him turned into an image of her passionately kissing him, she would move his hands right where she wanted them and-

She sat up in shock.

FUCK

She was in love with him.