Secret

By all Gods

When Morticia walked into Flora, she didn't expect to be met with chaos.

Miss Thornhill standing in the middle smiled at her.

"Hello Miss Addams," she said exuberantly, causing Morticia to giggle. She looked around and marveled at the collection of different plants. It was impressive and scary at the same time, considering that there were plants there that could kill a person within seconds. One in particular caught her eye. She had seen them before in Europe. Tall, beautiful, large flowers, mostly in white.

Silently, she walked up to it and looked at it more closely. "Brugmansia," she said, to which Marilyn agreed.

"Yes, the angel trumpet belongs to the nightshade genus. I mean did you know that In the Amazon Basin the flowers are used for medicinal purposes under the name toa on a limited basis?"

Morticia looked at her with raised eyebrows. "No I wasn't aware of that," she replied sincerely. "I only knew that some tribes of the western Amazon in Ecuador use this effect of the plants' ingredients to educate naughty children."

Miss Thornhill looked at her with a horrified expression. "That's a horrible idea."

Morticia started to laugh. In fact, that notion wasn't quite so kind. "Well, what were they thinking of redesigning here?" she asked in response, and there was no stopping Miss Thornhill. She told and told, gesturing and pointing from left to right, and back again. So both women set to work. The goal was to arrange the flora so that the tables were centered in the room and the plants formed the protection around them.

After a while, Morticia had the feeling that something was bubbling inside her and contracting at the same time. She took a deep breath and calmly exhaled, trying to suppress the feeling, which she succeeded in doing for the time being. "Miss Addams, are you not feeling well?" inquired Marilyn, seeing Morticia shaking her head for composure.

"Yes, no, I don't know." she confessed sincerely, because something was wrong with her. Her elevated pulse, a burning sensation inside, with the end goal to catch fire between her thighs. "I'm sure it'll go away in a minute," she tried to shake it off.

More moments passed and Morticia Addams was electrified, burning like a torch. She had to get out of here.

Of that she was absolutely certain. There was something in the air that made it hard for her to breathe. If she had to compare herself to an animal, she would frighteningly admit to feeling like a cat in heat.

"Please forgive Miss Thornhill, but I can't help you now. I need to get some fresh air."

Marilyn nodded at her. "That's all right Miss Addams, have a good rest, but thank you anyway for all your help."

"You're welcome," she replied quickly and left the Flora.

Oh, and she knew where her path led her now.

Completely hormone driven, without giving it a second thought, her path led her to Larissa's office. She neither knocked nor said a word as she simply yanked open the door, entered the room amount, slammed the door shut and turned the key.

Larissa pulled up startled and looked into, eyes burning with lust. "Darling is everything all right with you?" asked Larissa worriedly, while her gaze followed Morticia's steps.