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katyastarlingTitle: His Wife
Author: Katya Starling
Dedicated To: My very own Bubeleh
Fandom: The Addams Family
Characters/Pairing: Gomez/Morticia
Rating: R/M
Challenge: 100 Fandoms 1: Universe and Small Fandom Flash 245: Frisson
Warnings: Future Fic
Word Count: 806
Date Written: 6 May 2019
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
She stood alone in the graveyard. Other women would have scattered at the mere thought of entering such a place this late at night, but cemeteries had always been her second home. The owls hooting in the trees, the nighthawks calling as they searched for their dinners, and other things skittering through the bushes only made her feel more at home. No matter what was happening in her life, Morticia could always walk into a graveyard and feel instantaneously at home.
Her dark lips parted in a soft sigh. She wrapped her arms around herself, but it was out of increasing her comfort and gathering the shadows to her rather than any chill. She did not feel the cold, even tonight as Winter approached. She never felt the cold, nor had she since she’d been a little ghoul.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling all the scents of the night. She’d have to go back in soon to the party. Her little ghoul was growing up. Actually Wednesday was grown, and that was exactly why she had come out here seeking comfort. It seemed impossible that her child had already reached womanhood. Soon she’d be settling down and having a brood of her own, and Pugsley would not be far behind her.
Her work was done. Her children no longer needed her. So where did that leave her? All her time was already free. They truly no longer needed her, even if she did like to be there to support them and help them in any way she could. In two more years, Pugsley would be leaving too, and after tonight, her home would no longer be her daughter’s.
Yet . . . Yet, standing there in the night, Morticia felt her worries slipping away. It didn’t matter that her children no longer needed her. That was natural progression. Just as the mother bird pushed her little hatchlings out of the nest until they started flying on their own, it was her time to step away so her children could fly. She’d done her job, and she’d done it well.
Morticia suddenly arched upward and gasped aloud as a simple touch sent a frisson shooting through her entire being. Arms wrapped around her from behind, and she leaned into her husband’s embrace, sighing happily as excitement and joy from his simple touch spread throughout her entire being. “We’ve done it, mon chere. She’s graduating with full honors.”
“Of course she is, ‘Tish,” he said as he tossed his cigar away. It lit a nearby bush on fire, sending a Demon running from its shadowy protection. “She is your daughter after all.”
Morticia turned in his arms and faced him with a smile as bright as the full moon. “She’s our daughter,” she corrected him gently, lifting her hands to hold his handsome face between them, “mon coeur.”
His mustache twitched. “Ah, Tish, you know what you do to me!”
“Of course.” Her black lips curled even higher upwards until she looked like the night hawk who’d eaten the scampering, little field mouse. “I always have.”
Laughing heartily, he lifted her into his arms and spun her around. “Yes,” he agreed jubilantly, “you always have!”
“And I always will,” she vowed, breathing an elated sigh into his mouth before touching her lips to his. Her tongue drove into his mouth as her long, pale arms and legs wrapped around him. It didn’t matter that her years as a mother were over. Somehow, in all the universe, she had been given this wonderful man with whom to spend all eternity. She may no longer be needed as a mother, but she would always be Gomez’s wife. That was all she needed to be happy.
The nightbirds sang. The crickets rubbed their tiny, green legs together. Somewhere in the distance, Werewolves howled, and Witches cackled. Bats chirped. Still gazing into his amazing, dark eyes, Morticia lifted her mouth from his long enough to whisper, “They’re singing our song, bubeleh.”
“So they are, ‘Tish; so they are!” His greying mustache twitched again. “And they’ll be calling us soon.”
“So we’d best hurry, bubeleh.” She smiled knowingly, her eyes glittering in the darkness up at him.
“Yes, we had, querida!” He spun her around again, dipping her lower, and kissed her once more. He slid with the ease and perfection that all their years together gave them, filling her underneath her dress, making her whole, and wordlessly reminding her that he’d never leave her. He was all she’d ever really need, Morticia knew, her heart as well as her body filling with her devoted husband. Together, they really would live happily ever after. His mouth moved again just in time to silence both their screams as their pleasure shot all the way to the stars that filled the midnight sky.
The End
Author: Katya Starling
Dedicated To: My very own Bubeleh
Fandom: The Addams Family
Characters/Pairing: Gomez/Morticia
Rating: R/M
Challenge: 100 Fandoms 1: Universe and Small Fandom Flash 245: Frisson
Warnings: Future Fic
Word Count: 806
Date Written: 6 May 2019
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
She stood alone in the graveyard. Other women would have scattered at the mere thought of entering such a place this late at night, but cemeteries had always been her second home. The owls hooting in the trees, the nighthawks calling as they searched for their dinners, and other things skittering through the bushes only made her feel more at home. No matter what was happening in her life, Morticia could always walk into a graveyard and feel instantaneously at home.
Her dark lips parted in a soft sigh. She wrapped her arms around herself, but it was out of increasing her comfort and gathering the shadows to her rather than any chill. She did not feel the cold, even tonight as Winter approached. She never felt the cold, nor had she since she’d been a little ghoul.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling all the scents of the night. She’d have to go back in soon to the party. Her little ghoul was growing up. Actually Wednesday was grown, and that was exactly why she had come out here seeking comfort. It seemed impossible that her child had already reached womanhood. Soon she’d be settling down and having a brood of her own, and Pugsley would not be far behind her.
Her work was done. Her children no longer needed her. So where did that leave her? All her time was already free. They truly no longer needed her, even if she did like to be there to support them and help them in any way she could. In two more years, Pugsley would be leaving too, and after tonight, her home would no longer be her daughter’s.
Yet . . . Yet, standing there in the night, Morticia felt her worries slipping away. It didn’t matter that her children no longer needed her. That was natural progression. Just as the mother bird pushed her little hatchlings out of the nest until they started flying on their own, it was her time to step away so her children could fly. She’d done her job, and she’d done it well.
Morticia suddenly arched upward and gasped aloud as a simple touch sent a frisson shooting through her entire being. Arms wrapped around her from behind, and she leaned into her husband’s embrace, sighing happily as excitement and joy from his simple touch spread throughout her entire being. “We’ve done it, mon chere. She’s graduating with full honors.”
“Of course she is, ‘Tish,” he said as he tossed his cigar away. It lit a nearby bush on fire, sending a Demon running from its shadowy protection. “She is your daughter after all.”
Morticia turned in his arms and faced him with a smile as bright as the full moon. “She’s our daughter,” she corrected him gently, lifting her hands to hold his handsome face between them, “mon coeur.”
His mustache twitched. “Ah, Tish, you know what you do to me!”
“Of course.” Her black lips curled even higher upwards until she looked like the night hawk who’d eaten the scampering, little field mouse. “I always have.”
Laughing heartily, he lifted her into his arms and spun her around. “Yes,” he agreed jubilantly, “you always have!”
“And I always will,” she vowed, breathing an elated sigh into his mouth before touching her lips to his. Her tongue drove into his mouth as her long, pale arms and legs wrapped around him. It didn’t matter that her years as a mother were over. Somehow, in all the universe, she had been given this wonderful man with whom to spend all eternity. She may no longer be needed as a mother, but she would always be Gomez’s wife. That was all she needed to be happy.
The nightbirds sang. The crickets rubbed their tiny, green legs together. Somewhere in the distance, Werewolves howled, and Witches cackled. Bats chirped. Still gazing into his amazing, dark eyes, Morticia lifted her mouth from his long enough to whisper, “They’re singing our song, bubeleh.”
“So they are, ‘Tish; so they are!” His greying mustache twitched again. “And they’ll be calling us soon.”
“So we’d best hurry, bubeleh.” She smiled knowingly, her eyes glittering in the darkness up at him.
“Yes, we had, querida!” He spun her around again, dipping her lower, and kissed her once more. He slid with the ease and perfection that all their years together gave them, filling her underneath her dress, making her whole, and wordlessly reminding her that he’d never leave her. He was all she’d ever really need, Morticia knew, her heart as well as her body filling with her devoted husband. Together, they really would live happily ever after. His mouth moved again just in time to silence both their screams as their pleasure shot all the way to the stars that filled the midnight sky.
The End
