Summary: Hey guys! I hope you'll enjoy this story. Despite their relationship being friends with benefits from the start, these two are going to fall in love, of course. Some chapters will be smut, some won't, you get the gist.
The first thing Larissa Weems noticed about her new roommate was her sense of style. Tight-fitting, dark, velvet, lace. It was as if Morticia Addams had been plucked right out of a Bram Stoker novel. But that didn't mean Morticia was rude or tedious upon their first meeting.
"Larissa, I presume?" She smiled, flashing a set of pearly white teeth at the shapeshifter. Morticia outstretched a sleeved arm, the tassels sewn into the wrist brushing Larissa's skin. "I'm Morticia. Your new roommate."
"It's a pleasure to meet you." Larissa smiled back, shaking her hand momentarily.
Morticia looked over at Larissa's side of the room; she'd unpacked her stuff quickly and it was all laid out neatly. No clutter along the bookshelves or the desk. Everything was in order, spick span. Larissa liked to call herself a minimalist, but it never felt like the proper way of describing herself.
"I take it you're a perfectionist, Larissa?" Morticia drawled, a manicured nail trailing along the metal bed frame. Larissa sat down beside her pillows, mulling it over.
"Perfectionist is probably the better suited word, yes." She eventually nodded.
"I understand. I can't stand the look of a messy bed when I come home and just want to bury myself under the covers." Morticia paused to sit down on Larissa's (surprisingly soft) mattress next to her. "However, it feels nice to let go sometimes. To give up control."
"Oh?" Larissa questioned.
"Why don't we..." She looked around for a moment, before finding it. Morticia reached over Larissa's lap, her arms brushing up against her torso briefly, - she swore she'd heard Larissa suck in a breath at the feeling - and grabbed a pillow. She held it out and let it fall to the floor with a soft thud.
On instinct, Larissa reached down to pick it up and return it to its rightful location. But Morticia caught her wrist before she could, tutting gently.
"Ah, ah! You can start by leaving that pillow where it is." She smiled innocently, bringing Larissa's hand up and kissing her palm gently. "Can you do that for me, mon coeur?"
The simple use of a pet name, spoken in French no less, sent a shiver up Larissa's spine. She nodded slowly and her hand was let go. Morticia stood up and walked back to her side of the room, unlocking and opening one of her steamer trunks as if nothing had happened.
Was Morticia... flirting with her?
Larissa brought her hand back down to her side, finding something to occupy herself with so she'd stop thinking about the lingering feeling of a kiss placed in her palm.
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Two days after their first meeting, Larissa was sitting on her bed, flipping through textbooks as she studied for some upcoming tests. She was so engrossed in her studies that she hadn't heard the door open and close when Morticia returned from whatever activity she'd been attending.
"Issa. Look what I got." The sound of Morticia's voice startled Larissa, and she put a hand over her heart in an attempt to calm it down. "Sorry! Sorry, I thought you heard me come in."
"No. It's my fault, I'm just a little caught up in all this stuff."
"Well... then I have got the perfect solution for your little problem." Morticia beamed.
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