Starting fresh

Pillow Talk

Morticia sat down in her peacock chair in the living room, beginning to crochet a baby blanket. Gomez had been pacing the room for the last couple of hours, and she started to grow concerned. "Darling," she asked, pulling the yarn through a loop with the hooked needle. "Won't you sit down and relax for awhile?"

Gomez stopped and looked at Morticia. "What?" He asked, coming out of his daze.

Morticia could tell he had been very deep in thought. "Come here and relax," she repeated, motioning him toward her. "Please, all of your pacing is making me more nervous."

"I'm sorry, Tish," Gomez sighed, walking over to her and kissing her head gently. "I just can't get my mind off that letter."

"It was very mortifying," Morticia agreed, looping the yarn around the needle before pulling it through the loop. She stopped once he had reached her, though, and started scratching his jawline. "But you and I will figure something out. We always do."

"Querida," Gomez whispered, kissing her on the head; afterwards, he knelt down beside her, and began trailing his kisses up her arm. A ripple of thunder sounded outside, making them look up.

Morticia's body shuddered as memories of her first honeymoon came to mind. "There's nothing more heavenly than the sound of thunder," she said, briefly wrapping her arms around her body.

Gomez smiled, trailing kisses to her neck and sliding his arms under hers. "Tish..." he whispered huskily. Morticia's arm wrapped around his neck and she began to pet the back of it. "When was the last time we went out with just the two of us?"

"Few months ago," Morticia replied, allowing him to continue with his kissing. "Why?"

"Nothing important," Gomez replied, his kisses growing more fierce. Morticia put her crocheting aside as his hands wandered down her waist. "The kids will be gone all day."

Morticia smiled, silently wanting more. He suddenly swept her up in his arms, still kissing her neck. "Gomez," Morticia asked seductively, stroking his jaw. "What are you going to do?"

He gave her a devilish grin, then kissed her again. "What every husband should do with his wife whenever possible," he whispered, carrying her to their room. After dropping her on the bed, Gomez reached under the bed for a pair of handcuffs.

Morticia smirked, then motioned him closer. "Bubele," she whispered coyly.

Gomez smiled and cuffed her wrists to the bed.

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"Darling," Morticia asked an hour later, curled up in Gomez's embrace. Her hand went up to stroke his jaw. "What were you implying earlier when you mentioned going out?"

Gomez smiled, his arms tightening around her as he kissed her bare shoulder. "I was thinking..." he murmured, caressing her arm. She smiled, sighing inwardly in content at the love she was feeling. "That we take another honeymoon."

Morticia looked over her shoulder at him. "We haven't had one in awhile..." she commented, continuing to pet his jaw.

"And it'll give you time to relax," he added, his hand going around her stomach; as if he was looking for some sign of movement inside his wife.

Morticia chuckled, placing her free hand on top of his. "And time for us," she finished, with a particular emphasis.

"Of course," Gomez laughed. "I also want to makeup for the time we lost together because of what happened..."

"Mon Cher," she whispered, shifting to her other side so she could face her husband. She smiled at him sadly as she cupped his jaw. "We've pushed past that... at least I thought we did..."

"No worries, Tish," he murmured, hugging her closer. "He won't get you. He'll have to walk on a mile of hot coals before he will be able to reach you."

"Where should we go for this honeymoon?" Morticia asked a few minutes later, pushing  aside her anxiety for her husband's sanity.

"The Bermuda?"

"We went there three honeymoons ago," Morticia pointed out, shaking her head. "What about the mountains? I hear the ones in Georgia have been getting a lot of rain, so it'll be nice and damp."

"Capital idea," Gomez declared, nuzzling his lover. "Shall I make reservations."

"After we've told the rest of the family,". Morticia replied, smiling broadly.

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A figure waited in the shadows of an alley as someone walked toward him. "Was it delivered?" He asked, his voice malicious and cold.

"Yes," the accomplice replied with a firm nod.

"Good," the figure said. "I need you to continue to spy on them. Very inconspicuously, of course. That butler of theirs may seem dumb, but he's very protective. Along with that ghastly servant of theirs, Thing."

"I suppose I'm not allowed to shed blood?"

"No, then they are sure to move Lady Addams away from the house."

The accomplice sighed and nodded, walking back out into the pouring rain. The figure retreated farther into the shadows, and through a door that led to his small apartment. He didn't have much, but it was a good place to hide out while he decided on a way to kill two birds with one  stone.

He walked over to his bedroom and picked up the picture. "Don't worry, Morticia," he whispered maliciously. "Cousin Vlad isn't too far away."