To Die Alone, Only That Would Be Death (Morticia <3 Gomez)

Chapter 8.

There's a reason we don't study the history of art in Australia... X( (If that's even a face...)

Gomez had entered the ballroom once again and pushed his way through the crowd. Why would Morticia do this to him? Did she not have a… He stops himself in thought. A heart? How did he know that he even had one? He wondered once again what it was to be an Addams. Was it to be cold-hearted and selfish? Or was it to hide your heart and your kindness? For these two options seem similar but yet are so different. For he believed he was kind and full of love and yet sometimes he did not show it to all and so he was very unlike others who did not own these qualities at all.

Just as his thoughts started to become so philosophical, a Frenchman stepping in front of him interrupts him. He looks around in search of Morticia, but the Monsieur seemed as if he were alone.

“Mr Addams. Bonjour.” He smiles that deadly smile that Gomez just could not stand. 

“Monsieur Façade, I am looking for my wife. Have you by any chance seen her?” Gomez tries to smile. 

“Morticia?” Monsieur Façade smiles at Gomez’s scrunched up face.

“Yes,” Gomez stutters, annoyed. “Mrs Addams.”

“The last time I saw Morticia was… she had just taken her incredible gown off and told me to grab a bottle of wine for our manifiqe rendezvous. Actually I’m sure she’s getting quite cold now.” He laughs as if what has said is hilarious. “I better go and warm her up.”

Gomez splutters. His wife wouldn’t do that to him would she? His eyes bulge and he has to hold his hand back to prevent him from hitting the terrible man in front of him. But he smiles ‘sweetly’ and bows.

“Excuse me, I must go check on my children.” As he turns, his face scrunches up. There is no way Morticia was about to make the huge mistake of sleeping with this man. He walks very quickly out into the hallway and up the large staircase. The main bedroom must be upstairs.

He arrives at a large set of doors that look very much like the master bedroom. He opens it quietly and whispers: 

“Morticia? Morticia? Tish?” 

No answer. He knows that the Frenchman hasn’t come up yet, but it’s only a matter of time. The room is dimmed and all he can see is a black tight fitting dress lying on the bed.

“She wouldn’t.” He gasps. “She just wouldn’t.”

Suddenly a tap is turned on in the en suite. Gomez sees the slightly open door in the corner and walks towards it. He pushes it open quickly and sees a woman turn around and lean against the sink smiling. A blonde woman. A blonde naked woman. Not his Morticia.

“Ophelia?” He gasps quickly turning around. Seeing his wife’s sister naked was not something he wanted to remember. “What the Hell are you doing here?”

“Gomez! Why, I was expecting someone else very different… but I guess I wouldn’t mind you too.” She laughs her ‘special’ little laugh.

Gomez feels a pair of warm hands rub his shoulders in what Ophelia was trying to make seductive. The warm hands seemed to scare him though. He knows his wife’s hands like his own- probably better- and these were not the cold hands he had become so used to.

“Ophelia, please don’t.” He sighs with annoyance, shaking her hands off his shoulders.

“Oh.” She sighs. “I see, you really want me… but you can’t do that to Morticia? I get it. Well, you know you don’t have to worry about Morticia anymore…” He turns around confused and then remembers that she’s not wearing any clothes. He looks up at her face.

“Won’t have to worry about her anymore?”

“Yes,” She moves close to him and strokes his cheek softly. “It’s just you and me, gorgeous.” She smiles leaning into his lips.

He moves back quickly and she stops herself from falling with a look of annoyance.

“Why? Why, Ophelia? Why do I not have to worry about Morticia anymore?”

She stands up straight and ‘pushes out’ all she can. Gomez doesn’t take his eyes away from her face. She sighs. “That other man, the really cute one, said that she was going to freeze to death. She used to tell me that that was how she wanted to die so I sort of didn’t worry about it… you know my sister… she’s a little crazy.”

Suddenly Gomez realises why the Monsieur sent him up here. He was never going to get away from clingy Ophelia. He looks her dead in the eye and talks to her sternly. “Morticia is in danger, Ophelia. And I am not going to rendezvous,” he mocks the Frenchman. “With you. I belong to Morticia. Do you understand?!” 

He realises that his voice had gotten very loud. It was the sternest he had ever been with Ophelia and it paid off. She stands now at the back of the bathroom and covers herself with a towel and nods.

“Thank you… now, you said she would freeze to death…” He suddenly recalls the Frenchman’s hilarious joke.

Actually, I’m sure she’s getting quite cold now.

“The cooler room.” He runs out of the bedroom leaving the astonished, naked Ophelia to ponder on the only man who has ever refused her to her face.

... Zingara...

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