An Addams Never Dies

Chapter 1

Since their first meeting, comfort had always been found in the company of Gomez and Morticia Addams. Of course, then, she was a Frump, but nobody fit the name of Addams better than she did. The splendid creature had lost her pigtail braids and traded them for arabesque locks of flowing black hair that came down to her hips to rest like a silk screen. Once a child in a collared smock dress, she was now a grown woman in a tight black gown. Before, it had been hard to believe that she was twenty-two years old. But now, at twenty-three, she looked every bit her age. Morticia was nothing less than striking in Gomez's eyes.

Of course, at twenty-eight, he was her elder by five years. He had never been married, never even been with another woman. In fact, the only kiss he had ever received was by his mother during childhood. Sure, Gomez wasn't as experienced as most men, but what did that matter? The love of his life, his whole world, the woman he had given his last name to, lay there beside him. What more could a man need?

As these thoughts curled around his brain, he rested with his back against the headboard of the bed, watching her as she slept curled up in his arms. Her breathing was steady and silent, a dreamy sound that calmed the constantly moving man. His left hand lay on his stomach, and if you looked at it at a precise angle, you could see the glimmer of his golden wedding band. In silence, Gomez raised his hand to gently run his fingers through Morticia's raven hair.

Their marriage was young, only seven months along, but it seemed as though their love had existed for an eternity. The man let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and smiled a wisp of a smile. His eyes left Morticia's sleeping face and drifted up to the window, where the moon shone through onto thin black curtains. It was bright out tonight, perfect enough to see the glow cast itself onto his wife's pale skin and make her hair shine like it was the darkness dotted with stars.

Gomez's attention was returned to his wife when she stirred and put her arm around him. He smiled and shifted to make her a bit more comfortable as she slept. His fingers tangled in her hair and Gomez closed his eyes, only to be woken in a moment by Morticia's sleepy voice cutting through the silence. "Don't stop," she said, curling in closer to him. He grinned and immediately released his hand from her locks, only to go back to petting her hair.

They stayed like this for a good long while, until the woman pressed her palm to Gomez's cheek. "Bubele," she whispered, causing something inside of him to stir and a smile to rise on his lips. His eyes opened to find her looking down at him from where her elbow supported her weight. "Let's go outside, into the garden. The moon is so magnificent tonight," she added as he turned his head to kiss her palm. A sweet grin made its way onto Morticia's face. They had a grand romance, a love that would outlast the ages.

"Alright," Gomez stated, rising up to sit on the side of the bed. He couldn't help but sit there in a mesmerized state as Morticia got up and drifted to the window, pulling back the curtains with one fell movement of her arm. She was so graceful, so angelic. Without a second though the Spaniard stood, moving to appear behind her. His arms wound around the woman's waist as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, beginning a trail of kisses that ended at her shoulder. His hands came to rest on her stomach, drawing her as near as possible to him. Without Morticia, his heart was as cold as night. She was his guide through life. He was nothing before she loved him, just a lonesome young man with nothing but his money and his face going for him. She had put the life into his empty soul, and he was eternally grateful.

His wife turned in his arms to gaze at him and drew her hands up to his face. Her smile was contagious, infecting him with butterflies through his chest and stomach. "Ca-ra Mi-a..." he said, intonating each syllable as a devilish twinkle shined in his eye.

Before she could respond with those two words that drove him absolutely wild, Gomez pulled away and headed for the door, tugging Morticia along with him. "Tish," he began, "let's take a walk in the cemetery..."

He led the pale beauty down the stairs, through the foyer and to the conservatory. Careful to keep quiet, for Mama, Fester and Lurch were all still asleep, he hummed a little tune as they made their way outside. He could see the moonlight through the window, and anticipated it even more now.

The first step outside was taken by Morticia, with Gomez standing behind, feet frozen in their tracks as he watched his alluring wife washed over by the moonlight. You could see the way her skin glowed, even under her nightdress. She was absolutely beguiling, with her flowing black waves of hair, ivory skin, and poise like no other. And her surrounding aura was magnetizing, pulling him ever harder the further away he was. Morticia stood a few paces from where her husband did, embracing the nighttime sky. Her arms were crossed over her chest so that her hands covered her shoulders. She stood with head leaning back so that her curls flowed like a waterfall down at her back. The most serene smile was on her face, like none Gomez had seen before. He wanted to join the goddess-like creature, to love her, but was unable to move for the spell she had him under was much too strong.

Finally he took a step forward, and then another, and another. "Querida Mia," he said under his breath, eyes locked on her magnificent figure.

That name must have taken Morticia out of her trance, as she lowered her arms and looked at him, the smile never fading from her face. "Cavaliere Mio..." murmured the woman, taking his face in her hands. My knight. They stood close now, close enough for Gomez to snake his arms around her and pull her in for a kiss.

Her lips pressed against his own deeply, almost in a forceful manner, and Gomez was putty in her hands. He was relaxed, as was she, in the complete ecstasy of their embrace. Soon he felt her lighten up and pull away a bit, though her rose-petal lips still lingered on his.

"I love you."