morticia addams  &  gomez addams.   ‘til death do us part   ----   and maybe not even then.

he made the other girls shriek. morticia thinks that she’s in love. has been since that first day, when he’d stared at her from across the campfire and she had stared back. when a girl beside had told her that she had to be  truly mad  to consider gomez addams nice!  that girl hadn’t come back the next year, leaving with grazed knees and hands, tear stains on her face. she’s almost giddy as she steps outside, and he’s on one knee. they’re the most dreadful things she’s ever seen. she’s in love.     “mon amour,”    she’s gasping, thrilled. taking them from him carefully, a smile on her face. touches his, fingers brushing his cheek.     she’s going to marry him one day. she knows it, no doubt in her mind.     “you spoil me.”     she’s going to press them between the pages of her books. is going to dry them out and keep them forever.

his words pull her from the edge of sleep and morticia is turning, humming as she presses against him. hands finding his bare chest; one trailing up to curl over his shoulder, the other trailing downwards. tempting.      “mon amour,”     she’s murmuring, eyes still closed. doesn’t know how he can find her beautiful even first thing in the morning with her hair a mess, sleep in the corners of her eyes. she presses against him, nude, toes curling.    “the children are still asleep, i would have heard them by now,”     she presses her lips to the underside of his jaw, nudges her nose against his cheek. her leg covers his hips, eyes falling closed again. only for a moment.     “stay in bed, bubeleh. i’ll bring you coffee.”