13 Days of Halloween 2014 #11

[katleept]

Tonight, you get to pick a path, or you can read one and then the other. :-)

As always, these and all my works, but especially my 13 Days of Halloween and such series, are dedicated with endless love to my wonderful, beloved, and always inspirational Drew! I love you, my darling!!!! <3 <3 <3

Pick your story:



She is pressing down onto nails as her lover presses down on top of her. His kisses have already seared every spot on her pale body. Her legs are wrapped around him. He's almost within her, and she hasn't been this happy, or felt quite this much loved, in some time.

But then, it hasn't been Halloween for a year. This is their night, the most magical night of the year, the night on which he proposed. The night always fills them with passion, but on All Hallow's Eve, it's an even more special brand of passion than usual.

He's already touched her everywhere, but she wants him everywhere again and again. Her long fingernails have already marked his back and torn his clothes from his body. Now, they tease his hair as she whispers into his ear. "Dites-moi encore une fois, mon coeur, pourquoi vous m'aimez tellement?" She bites his ear as his smile shoots wider still and his body goes wild.

He fills her instantly while crying, "'Tish, you spoke French again!" His mustache quivers so that, had their circumstances been any different, she might have feared that it might jump off of his face and come to a life of its own. His lips seem everywhere at once, and even as her kisses her, the nails impale her back. Her scream of pleasure becomes a howl that echoes far outside of their dungeon.

Wednesday smiles in her bed; Pugsley snorts. Fester looks up, his face marred from another explosion that he just caused, and grins. "One night, those two are going to go through the roof!"

"Not again," Grandmama remarks. She pauses in the knitting with which her pet spiders are helping. "It took forever to fix it the last time."

"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh," Lurch comments.

The house shakes for the undead lovers' passion has become that intense. The nails have struck a bone or two, but Morticia doesn't care. It just makes her feel that much more magical, but she knows Gomez will want a turn on the bed. She rolls over him, and as she does so, he rocks her body with his and fills her again. Her screams shatter the windows; his bellows make the Werewolves howl.

Together, they rise. The house trembles. Grandmama looks up in irritated anticipation. "Oh, no," she moans. Lurch groans. Fester and Wednesday grin.

The roof blasts off as both Morticia and Gomez scream their pleasure.

The remaining Addams Family all look up. Even Pugsley can no longer sleep through this. "Up, up, up, up," Fester encourages, craning his neck to see the loving couple in more detail.

Grandmama slaps him with the cobweb shawl she's making, but even she can't help sneaking a glance as the whole earth shakes. She grins as she sees Morticia fly over the moon with only Gomez to ride. "It's going to be a truly dreadful Halloween," she says happily.

Lurch groans his agreement. Wednesday beams, reaches over, and takes her doll's head off again in a gesture of celebration. "I never wanted to see Mother like that!" Pugsley cries, hiding his face in his pillow.

"I also do believe we'll have three little ones next Halloween," Grandmama adds.

"UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Go, Gomez!"

Thing, in his usual, simple, and inarticulate grace, speaks for them all as he gives the night itself, as well as the lovers, a congratulatory, approving thumbs up.

The End



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It feels strange to be home again, after a year of being gone to another planet, but at least I've been able to see my friends again and finally pick up my belongings and Bambi. When we left, I only had the clothes on my back -- no makeup, no jewelry, nothing else. I really should've come home before now, but time on my husband's world doesn't move like it does here.

I glance around at the party. Zeebo's won both a dance and costume contest now, and Wiploc's making out with one girl after another. The boys are having the time of their lives -- again --, but somehow, I feel out of place. "Val?"

I blink, and when I look at my best friend, I can tell she's irritated. She must've been calling me for a while from the look on her face. "Sorry I spazzed."

Her hand touches mine. "What's wrong? Aren't you happy to be back?"

"I don't know. Yes. I guess I am. It's just . . . " I bite my bottom lip, toying with it like I used to do back in high school when I was nervous. "Everything's so different here. And I guess I'm still kinda waiting for the police and the scientists and everybody to come after them."

"Not gonna happen. Not tonight. It's Halloween! Nobody's going to believe they're not in costumes!"

"Sh!"

"Honey, you worry way too much! What's that alien world done to you?"

It has left me feeling kinda turned upside down. Everything is so different between our worlds. When I first arrived on theirs, they hid me like I hid them, equally as afraid that I would be hurt by their kind as I had feared for their safety while they had been here, and as I'm still doing tonight. Mac eventually introduced me to their world leader. I was accepted, but I'm no dummy. If we hadn't been married, they never would have accepted me and would've stopped at nothing to send me home without him, or worse, much, much worse.

A part of me still wishes I could stay here, but I know that isn't going to work. I can't ask Mac to give up everything he has at home. I've just got Candy and Bambi. He's got Wiploc and Zeebo, friends and family, a career . . .

I spot a massive bulk of fur moving toward me through the crowd. The song catches my ears, and I listen to its lyrics as I watch my husband moving closer. It's kind of an unusual song, but Madonna always makes hits.

"Val." The moment he speaks my name, I understand. "Are you all right?"

Just as the song says, him just saying my name makes me think of home, and that's because he is my home. My home isn't here, and it's not on his planet, either. It's where ever he is, in his arms, by his side. He stoops low as he goes to sit beside me. His hand cups my face; I lean into his touch since I have that first night. He isn't purposefully using the love touch on me, but he doesn't have to be. I'm reminded of how much I love him every time I see him, every time I hear him, and especially every time he touches me.

"Are you all right?" he asks again, deeply concerned.

I beam up at him. "I am now," I answer truthfully. I kiss him, and when he sits down, I leave my seat and cuddle in his lap. I can remember thinking Halloween was a special night when I was a child. I didn't really believe in aliens then, but I did believe in ghosts, Vampires, and especially magic. Halloween was supposed to be magical. Maybe it is. I don't really know about that, but one of the things I do know is that it's magical every time I'm with him. Just cuddling with him like we are now makes me feel like the most special woman in the whole universe.

"That's it! He is not getting another blonde!" Candy jumps to her heels and strides after Wiploc. She grabs him and starts kissing him, and I know where they'll be for the rest of the night.

I rub my cheek against my husband's blue fur and look up at him. "You are fine?" he asks, still having trouble with my English language.

I grin. "Oh, yeah, way more than fine." Madonna keeps singing, and as she does, I thread my fingers into his fur, lean up, and kiss him every bit as deeply as Candy's smooching Wiploc. Being with him is my home. Being with him is magical. It doesn't matter if we're here, there, or anywhere else in the universe. As long as I'm with him, I'm home, I'm complete, and I'm never going to really need anything again. "I love you, Mac."

"I love you, too, Valerie." He strokes me, and I feel magical from my big hair through to the tip of my toes. I kiss him again and think that Candy is right. We won't be bothered by any one tonight. Tonight, we can get away with doing this right out in the open, and no government fuzz or anybody else is going to bother us. They'll never look twice at the guys tonight, and we really can all be ourselves tonight. I guess Halloween is kind of a magical night, after all.

The End