Boundaries

Prisoner talk

Vladimir smirked as Lurch left the room. The overgrown oaf had come in to check on his wounds made by those blasted children. The pain they'd inflicted, though, it was nothing compared to what he planned for the matriarch. Of course, he'd need to get the husband out of the way. Once that was done, Morticia would be his, and his alone. If only he could unchain himself from the pole.

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Morticia's eyes fluttered open as she awoke from another dream. Sitting up a bit, she looked over at her husband and smiled. He'd been so supportive the last several days, and so caring, it made her heart swell with pride. As she cuddled into him, he woke up. "Cara," he said softly. "How are you?"

"Miserable," she said softly, her fingers going up his chest. "Completely."

"Our kind of miserable?" He inquired, kissing her finger tips.

"Of course," she said, her hand going up to stroke his cheek lovingly. "Mon Cher."

"Tish," Gomez whispered, excitement filling his voice. "That's French."

"Oui," she confirmed, although she didn't need to.

Gomez smiled and started kissing her arm. Then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "Cara," he whispered, his lips centimeters from hers.

"Bubele," she replied, leaning in closer. Their lips met and Morticia was lost in an explosion of emotion. Lust, passion, ecstasy, and most importantly, love. A soft moan escaped her mouth as her hands wrapped around his neck.

When they finally broke for air, she stroked his face lovingly. "Tish?" Gomez asked, caressing her face and making her skin crawl. His other hand wandered down her body.

As much as she was dying to have her love life back, she wasn't sure if she was ready to be ravaged by him; and she didn't want to lead him on. "Not yet, Darling," she whispered, looking at him regretfully. "I'm not quite ready..."

Gomez sighed, holding her close. "Let me know when you are," he whispered seductively. It made her want to grab him and immerse herself in his love.

Instead, she just settled for settling down next to him and being in his embrace. "Darling," she asked, lacing her fingers with his. "What did you do with Cousin Vlad?"

"Why?" Gomez asked, stroking her shoulder and keeping his fingers laced with hers.

Morticia could hear the loathing in his voice, and scratched his cheek lovingly. "Now, Darling," she said softly, looking at him pleadingly. Gomez sighed, and calmed down, kissing her arm.

"What do you want to know?"

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The two parents stopped by their childrens' room to make sure they were behaving; once ensuring they weren't causing trouble, Morticia and Gomez slowly walked out to the dungeon. "Morticia," Gomez asked, his wife clinging to his arm as her nails dug into his flesh. It was usually a feeling he welcomed; however, in this case his wife was terrified. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Morticia stopped and took a shaky breath. "If I don't face him now, Gomez, I never will."

"Oh, Querida," he whispered, stroking her face lovingly.

Morticia wanted so desperately to get lost in his touch, but the annoying voice in her head told her that they had to get finish with business then do pleasure later.

Approaching the room, they heard Vladimir gasp and groan. "Really, Fester, is this necessary?" Vladimir asked. Morticia wasn't sure if her hearing was going bad, or if her emotions were just clouding her judgement, but their cousin seemed like he was enjoying himself.

Gomez must've noticed her reaction, because he stopped and put his hand over hers. "You don't have to do this," he whispered. "We can go back upstairs and you can rest more."

Morticia shook her head fervently. "No, I can do this... as long as you stay by me."

"Cara Mia," Gomez said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "I wouldn't leave you alone for a minute."

"I'm holding you to that," she whispered half-heartedly as they both entered the dungeon.

"That's enough, Fester," Gomez called, his grip on his wife tightening a bit. "Morticia and I will take it from here."

"You sure Gomez?" Fester asked, glaring at their cousin. "I don't like the way he's looking at you two. Maybe I should stick around just in case."

"We have it under control, Uncle Fester," Morticia replied, folding her arm in an almost vampiric way. Gomez's arm was still wrapped around her, and she was grateful it hadn't budged.

"Fine," Fester pouted, walking out of the dungeon. "Call if you need me."

When Fester was out the door, the couple turned to Vladimir. He was smiling predatorily at Morticia, which sent shudders down her spine. Gomez wasn't taking kindly to that, as he was glaring at his cousin with daggers jumping out of his eyes; Morticia almost wished looks could kill, because then this monster would be out of her hair.

"To what do I owe this honor of your presence?" He asked, licking his lips as he continued to look at Morticia.

The matriarch huddled a bit closer to Gomez, avoiding any eye contact with her assailant. Gomez, on the other hand, continued glaring at Vladimir. "We have only one question for you, Vlad," Gomez said, squeezing Morticia's shoulder reassuringly. "Why?"

"Be specific, dear cousin," Vladimir smirked, patronizing the couple. "Why what?"

"Why have you assaulted me?" Morticia demanded, her voice dangerously low; which was hardly how she felt, but with Gomez by her side, she felt confident- if only a little bit.

Vladimir laughed. "Why, did you not tell him, dear Morticia?"

"Tell me what?" Gomez asked, looking at his darling wife.

Morticia looked away from Vlad and at Gomez. His big brown eyes were begging her to open up to him, and she sighed helplessly, cupping his cheek. "Vladimir was envious of you, mo- my love," she said, refraining from her French. She turned back to glare their evil cousin. "Although I doubt that's everything."

Vladimir just smiled. "It wasn't just that I was envious, sweet Morticia," he said, giving her the once over. "It's also because he's so undeserving. Tell me, what does he do that leaves a mark on this world? Last I heard, he was a failed lawyer."

"That doesn't matter to me," she whispered, reaching up for her husband's cheek. "I love him for who he is; not his accomplishments. His devotion to me as a wife and his two children add on for my love to him- something you'll never feel."

"Really?" Vlad snickered, struggling in his chains. "Come now, Morticia, you know you enjoyed what I did. You know I'm a far better lover than Gomez ever was."

"There is one way for us to settle this," Gomez whispered.

"No," Morticia said firmly, cupping Gomez's face. "There is no need for violence for my love. You already solely have it."

"At least let me fight for your honor then, Querida," he replied.

"What if you were to lose?" She asked, her voice cracking a bit; Gomez was her rock, the one thing that could make her fears vanish. "I can't bare the thought of seeing you die."

"I won't lose, Querida," he said softly, kissing her hand. "Not so long as you live."

"You do realize I could go to the police over this matter?" Vladimir cut in, ruining their moment. "Battery, unlawful imprisonment, oh I can go on."

"No one would convict Gomez," Morticia replied deadly. "He was retaliating for what happened to his wife."

"That depends if anyone believes that, Morticia," Vlad chuckled. "You didn't go to the police immediately after what's happened to you. Therefore who would believe the wife?"

Morticia took in a breath and looked at her husband. "Duel it is," she told her husband. "Just until you disarm him."

"Of course, Querida," Gomez said, kissing her hand. "You won't lose me."