Greed

Chapter Four

THE MORNING SUN — shined so blinding bright as I stir under the satin sheets in The Addams home. I groaned whilst holding a hand up to shield my eyes, "Good Morning, (Y/n)" The soft and angelic calling of Morticia echoed through the room.

"Mrs Addams?" I hesitantly asked as my vision adjusted, I saw the Goddess of a woman sitting at the end of the bed with a warm smile. I shyly smiled back and sat up; stretching my arms over my head. "Good Morning" I said in a sweet tone, immediately jumping back into my character.

Fuck, it was going to be a long day.

"Mother" the strained and broody voice of Wednesday spooked me, making me yelp. "Oh! Wednesday, Good Morning" I meekly greeted. How the fuck does this family wake up looking so gorgeous? God definitely has his favorites. I glared at the two in my head.

 His dark eyes sharply looked at me, I furiously blushed as I turned to play with the blankets coving my bare legs. "Grand-Mama has finished cooking breakfast, and requested our presence without any delay" had he always spoken so . . . Proper? Not that I'm complaining.

"Of course, I'll stay here and help (Y/n) choose an outfit. Go on, shoo" Morticia chased her son away with a flick of her hands. Wednesday's gaze never left me until he turned to walk down the hall.

I fanned my face in fake flusteredness. Morticia gave a little smirk, that I could see in the corner of my eyes, before she took the liberty of rummaging through my bags. Thankfully I was smart enough to place all my special things under the bed before I fell asleep.

She pulled out a thick and warm light brown dress that was designed to show off my collarbones and the tips of my shoulders. Her delicate pale hands softly caressed the fabric and brought it up to my view. "This looks comfortable, you should wear this today" her velvety voice held a certain tone that left no room to argue.

Without another word she left to give me some space. I waited until the door was closed and gave a loud groan, flopping lazily on the pillows for a moment.

I EMERGED DOWN — the stairs to the dinning room, that oddly looked like a basement. Morticia waved me over to the free seat next to her. I dipped my head a bit to avoid any chains hanging from the ceiling.

I saw uncle Gordon flinch at everything as he was sat next to Wednesday while Gomez was at the head of the rectangular table, Morticia sitting on his left. "Sleep well (Y/n)?" Gomez asked in his usual giddy attitude.

I barely held myself back from rolling my eyes, or bashing his head against the table, and settled for a gentle nod. "Mhm! It might have been the first time in years since I've slept quite peacefully" I said, though I actually wasn't lying. It had been a while since I had a goodnights rest.

"You don't sleep well?" Wednesday asked flatly, although I swear I heard a hint of concern. His face was blank yet awaiting an answer. "N-no. Not as o-often" I held my breath for a second as he stared deep into my eyes. The Addams 'Grand-Mama' skipped over to us, bringing the attention to her.

"Home cooking!" she said with a deranged glee as she splattered the . . . What ever the fuck it was, onto our plates. "There's nothing like it in the world" she stately proudly. 'That's for damn sure' I poked the mush with my fork and gasped when it moved. IT FUCKING MOVED!

"May I have the salt?" Wednesday turned to Uncle with a glare. Gordon- I should start calling him Fester now. Shouldn't I? Anyways, Fester looked confused at the younger boy for a second and then reached for the bottled mineral.

"Wednesday. What do we say?" Morticia cooed to her son, somehow maintain the scolding tone only a mother could give.

Uncle looked like a deer in headlights. "Now" Wednesday demanded. I clenched my thighs under the table. Ugh, would he sound like that in bed? God I hoped so.

Wednesday pored the salt over his food and made eye contact with me . . . Again! As handsome as he is, this on going game is really pissing me off. Does he want me to stab him in his socket or something. Because I will, with no hesitation.

I forced, yet another, blush and shyly brought my gaze to my hands playing with each other on my lap.

"What is this?" Uncle hissed out, unsure if the food being served to us was edible or not. "Mama's specialite de la mansion (House special)" Morticia casually answered, well as casual as her sensual voice would allow. Was she a sex Goddess or something? Apparently I wasn't the only one since Gomez practically purred at the woman.

"Oh, Tish . . ." Morticia's eyes gleamed with desire as her husband kissed the back of her hand. His eyes hooded with just as much need. "Start with the eyes" Grand-mama said to Fester with a knowing look.

I giggled at Uncles unfortunate predicament while he gave me his ugly puppy dog eyes, begging me to do something.

Morticia peered over to Fester, "Did you sleep well?" she mimicked the same question her husband asked me. "Like the Dead" Fester quickly said, I knew it took him a second to come up with a suitable answer as Gomez's brother.

"Really!? Who would have thought the Bermuda Triangle change a man so much?" Gomez butted in, stunned and amazed. "Used to toss and turn all night, we had to chain you to the bedpost" it was then Fester knew, he fucked up.

Wednesday gave the man a suspicious glare. "Doesn't make sense", "The Bermuda Triangle is a very strange, mysterious place" Uncle argued, his eyes nervously flickering to mine for a split second. "You'd be surprised by all the things you don't know!".

The fire, from a cauldron behind him, hissed as it went up in flames. My Uncle was on edge, using his beady black eyes to observe everything around us.

Morticia hummed, "He certainly would. Wednesday adores the Bermuda Triangle. He studies it.". Like freshly glazed honey, her voice held pride in her sons interest. "Death at sea; he's hooked", as soon as the woman finished talking, I felt the toe of a leathered shoe rub slowly against my ankle.

I looked up and saw Wednesday's dead eyes glimmer with something other than boredom or malice. His beautiful face propped up on his hands while gazing deep into my own iris's. "Ask me anything~" his face stayed stoic, but I swear he was teasing me.

Had he always been a flirt? I felt the blood rush up to my cheeks, it was like I had been sucked into a big brilliant black-hole; unable to tear my stare away from him. My lips parted while I gulped a bit of saliva, my tongue poked out to wet the bottom of my lips as I felt the shoe edge up to my calf.

'What the hell are you doing to me Addams?'