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

Chapter 14.

Last chapter! Hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! <3

“Gomez?” It was a small voice. One that you wouldn’t imagine coming out of the mouth of Morticia Addams. “Gomez, I think Wednesday is right. Maybe we should get out of the car at least?”

Gomez stares ahead and nods.

Another small unexpected voice leaves his mouth. “Maybe…”

They stare ahead as they move out. At least they moved. But both continued to stare ahead and into their home with her arm wrapped in his. 

They finally arrive inside, after a long and slow walk from the car, and watch their children run up the stairs surprisingly well behaved as they went off to bed. And all the two parents could do was stand there and stare up the stairs. It seemed like a great feat, those stairs, almost a terrific mountain to hike up and they knew there was no way they were going to make it up. And so they retired to the drawing room.

They stared straight into the empty fireplace as they sat in their famous ‘love seat’. Neither of them says a word but there wasn’t much to say. At least, not much to say about something which one knew the other was thinking about too.  And through that telepathic, synchronised-thinking they both had the same realisation; who were they? Who were they to be mourning over a boy they didn’t even know? Who were they if they weren’t the Gomez and Morticia Addams that were living in the same house earlier that day? Who were they?

They didn’t know anymore. But they both seemed to believe that they knew who the other was. Gomez knew his wife and Morticia knew her husband. And that solution might have worked for them at a time like this.

So they both turn to face each other with that forced smile on each face. A forced smile of sincerity, not falseness. And they could finally realise that they still had each other. Another life gone to save theirs’ and that made them so very grateful to that small child that knew so much but seemed to mean so little.  

Morticia looks down to see her husband’s hand by her waist pushing her towards him. 

“Ti amo. Ti amo, Cara Mia…”

His Spanish killed her inside. She had no idea why it was happening now unless, her husband had hardly ever spoken Spanish to her and it suddenly hit her that maybe it had the same effect on her as her French had on him. Giving her the sudden urge to grab him, kiss him or at least feel Gomez’s body against her own. The whole room suddenly seemed so small, just big enough to fit a small chaise-lounge. Despite it’s name, neither of them could remember ever making love on the ‘love seat’.

 

 

Lying on the cold floor could only be comfortable with the warmth of the two very different people laying next to each other and possibly also the warmth of the glowing fireplace. Gomez traced his wife’s pale, glowing skin; her neck to her shoulder down to her fragile waist, over her hip and his hand lies softly on her thigh. His fingers tingled with each touch of her cold skin. It was a feeling that he loved yet couldn’t stand at the same time. A pleasurable yet frightful feeling. 

“Eres tan bella. You are so beautiful.” He smiles watching every muscle and bone visible on the outside of her body as she turns to face him.

“Mon Cher,” Her eyes are closed as she whispers breathlessly. “Call me something else, s'il vous plaît...” 

His blood pumps quickly and his fingers start to burn despite lying on her icy thigh as her glorious body is displayed in front of him and the ‘scanning’ begins. Morticia watches as her husband’s eyes move past every crevice and feeling his hand further up her body, she groans softly.

“Muchachita... Muñequita... Nena... Nenita...”

Her lips close on top of his and she pushes further and further remembering each Spanish word, each Spanish word that left her husbands lips. As her hands travel around every part of his muscular body, she can feel his chest heave at the touch of her cold fingers. Pulling away from him she smiles the first loving smile she has given all night but once again, another is not returned. Her husband looks into her with eyes full of apologies and she sighs. Why was he still unhappy? Hadn’t they understood each other enough? 

“Lo siento...” I'm sorry.

Those single words were too much for her and all she could do is give in to her urges. Her hands fly to husband’s neck as she pulls him in. 

“No...” He sighs pulling her hands off his neck. “Morticia, por favor...”

She groans trying to push her hands back up to his neck. “No, Gomez. You please… if you don’t want me to…” She sighs realising that her husband was so much stronger than her and she was never going to get her hands back on his neck and so she changes her strategy. She pulls herself towards him as he hold her hands against his chest. “If you don’t want me to want you… then please don’t speak Spanish…”

“It’s just,” He starts.

She smiles watching his lips move with every syllable.

“I didn’t ask you to dance earlier tonight and…” He looked very serious. Morticia almost felt like laughing, her husband could be so sweet. “And I will always ask, from this moment on… Te prometo.”

She pushes herself in until she is breathing on his lips, less than a centimetre away from his face but as she leans in she feels his hands push her away.

“But-” She’s almost whining, so unlike herself. Realising this unlikeness, she looks deep into his mesmerizing eyes and leans in just a little more placing a light kiss on his warm lips. She peels back slowly and watches as he slowly opens those lovely dark questions.

“You asked me with your eyes.”

... Lonely people...

CC;)