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

Chapter 11.

During the time Gomez was evacuating the ‘Palace’:

Morticia stands in front of the trap door ready to descend. She inhales deeply before opening it and jumping in. 

“Who’s there?”

She hears his voice and appears at the top of the stairs.

“Morticia! What are you doing…”

She leans against the bannister seductively causing the Frenchman to trail off.

“Why, Jacques…” She uses his first name as a sort of ‘pay back’. “I was so desperate to take your offer that I broke free of those terrible chains and came to find you.” She leans more on the bannister leaning back dramatically. Suddenly she gets up and leans forward holding onto both sides of the bannister. “I needed you.” She gasps.

He stares at her cleavage that is so obviously visible in her current position but soon shakes his head. “I told you, no second chances.” 

He looks back up to see her at the bottom of the stairs leaning once again on something, but this time the side of a wine bottle cabinet. He props her outside leg on the bannister revealing her glowing white flesh. “Maybe I can make you believe in second chances.” She whispers watching as he stares at her porcelain skin. 

“I- I don’t think- mmm…” He mumbles and watches mesmerised as she stands up straight revealing the whole of her gorgeous body. And she watches as he scans over every curve. It was the sort of scanning that she disliked to her core. It was the sort that she had almost never gotten before. A sort where they seem to lick their lips at every crevice of her appearance. The way her husband scanned her though, made her feel beautiful and maybe it was because he knew her body so well he didn’t have to scan in the way this terrible man was right then. 

Nevertheless, she walks slowly forward, taking her time, as his eyes move from side to side in time with her swaying hips. He stands there frozen in the middle of the room. It looked as if he was so close to touching the wine bottle, but she had stopped him right in his tracks.

And suddenly something from within him seemed to urge him to set off the bomb at that very moment and as he reached forward he was pushed backwards by the tall woman in front of him. As she steps forward, he steps back with her cold hand on his colder chest until she pushes him forcefully onto a chair behind him. Quickly spinning the chair round to face a mirror, she smiles. Perfect.

So now, as she bends forward pretending to fix the hem of her dress, he has a perfect view of her tight posterior. All this time she is hoping for her husband to just sweep in. This man repulsed her and to pretend to like him was exhausting. She closes her eyes tightly for a second, hoping that the man in front of her didn’t think it too strange. Now, the image in front of her she could imagine as her husband. With his muscular arms that she longed to touch once again, or his soft and warm lips that she longed to kiss time after time, or the tough chest that she so wanted to lean on. 

Opening her eyes with the image of her husband made it so much easier for her to quickly fling her leg over this mans lap and sit on his thighs with both her legs on either side. Now starting to believe that this was her husband she places her hands on his chest only to find that it was not the one she so longed to lean on and as her hands moved to this man’s arms, she was met with skinny and small arms that had never seemed to do a days work. Realising this was not her husband she finally found that mark in between where she could seduce the man without vomiting.

She knew that she was very successful in her seducing. This man was completely full of lust for the ‘desperate’ woman on his lap. And suddenly he did something that she wished he hadn’t. She wished he wouldn’t so then the following occurrences wouldn’t have happened. She watches as his hands find their way up her skirt and to her lacy underwear where he begins to pull them down.

She tries so desperately hard to prevent him of doing so without seeming like she wasn’t craving for his love too but still he manages to pull them down and she looks up at his disgusting face scared. Her husband told her not to kiss him but surely, to have sex with him was far more disturbing and regretful? She watches his face as he smiles greedily as he now moves his hands to undo his own pants. He looks up for a second with that disgusting smile that made her feel like hitting him. But she uses that well-used smile back to him and his eyes move back down to his pants, her expression changes to complete and utter disgust and fear.

She mistakably looks down to see something that she will never forget, but always hope to. She couldn’t do this. Surely her husband would understand if she just kissed the man? And as she felt this intruder’s hands pulling her transparent skirt all the way up and then placed on her waist to pull her whole body up, she panicked. Inside of course.

And as he tried to pull her back down on top of him, she tried to keep herself up in the air. But he continued to pull and she continued to resist.

He laughs hysterically. “Playing hard to get now, are we?”

She was completely petrified of him and his distorted face as he continued to pull her down and finally she came at a decision. She pushes her backside back to sit on the end of his thighs and nowhere near his testicles, and throws her hands to his face slamming her lips into his. With her eyes fully open she kisses him with the most tongue, the widest mouth she has ever used before- even with her husband. And just when the man seemed to be retreating back she would push harder into him and yet still staring straight behind him with that terrified expression.

Her heart sinks at the sight of her husband standing there watching her push her tongue into this man’s mouth. His face is not one of surprise nor disgust, just disappointment. He must’ve known it would’ve come to this at some point. He must’ve and yet it hurt him so much inside to see what he was seeing. And all Morticia could do was continue to kiss this man staring at her husband’s disappointed face.

... I don't believe you...

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