Addams Family: Gomez/Morticia
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katleeptTitle: "Antique Love"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Theirs is an antique love. He's heard the young lovers of the most recent centuries say there's no such thing as love at first sight, but Gomez knows they're wrong for he fell in love with his cara mia from the very first moment he witnessed her pale but infinite beauty across a ghostly graveyard. He knew, in that very moment that his soul and heart were hers to do with as she pleased, and she was his destiny.
He didn't know it then, but he recognized the lost half of his being in her and his true love from every lifetime before. That knowledge didn't manifest itself until months later, on another full moon, when he sank his fangs home into her lovely, and delicious, neck. Gomez knows, too, that there is also such a reality as love at first bite.
He's shared both with his beloved, cherished Tish. He fell in love with her when he first saw her, but that love grew a thousandfold when he first bit her. It still does grow another thousandfold whenever he bites her, they kiss, or she just speaks to him in French. He knows it always will. Not even the grave will stop their love.
He pauses, considering in his reminiscing and reflection. That really isn't a good analogy for the grave hardly stops anything any more. It's just another one of those fairy tales, like an evil Count Dracula, that parents tell their kids to frighten them. He won't compare their love to a fairy tale for it is far better than any such story and his beloved is no Princess. She is the Queen of the dark, and of his heart, and could never be anything as dainty, mortal, or flimsy as a Princess.
Gomez searches his mind for an analogy that fits but can find none. There's nothing their love can be compared to for it's infinitely better than anything that's come before them or will come afterward.
"Amor, you're thinking again," Tish remarks softly in concern, a seductive pout upon her black lips.
The reaction that single French endearment brings in Gomez's body is as instantaneous as the fire that rekindles for his beloved wife in his soul. "Guilty as charged, Tish," he admits, putting out his cigar in the wall above their bed of nails so that the singe mark it leaves will add to their lovely, spooky decor. He rolls over and takes her willing, longing, and lithe body into his loving arms. His eyes sparkle with dark mischief; his mustache curls with his excitement. "And you spoke French again!"
She smiles. Her black eyes reflect back his excitement for she feels the same. "Guilty as charged," she echoes his words, her own, whispered words brushing enticingly over his pursed lips.
Gomez starts once more to cover his loving soul mate in passion, scorching kisses and lets his thoughts be. There's no sense in pursuing them, any way, for their love is the most wonderful and majestic thing ever, and if they live for another two hundred years or two thousand eons, there'll never be anything else that can ever compare to their most wretched, special, and magical union.
The End
Title: "Being Bad"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG
Summary:
Warnings: Het
Word Count: 613
Date Written: 2 July, 2012
Challenge: For a Comment-fic LJ comm prompt
Disclaimer: All the other Addams characters, the Addams Family, and all other recognizable characters mentioned within are © & TM their rightful owners, not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
It isn't easy being bad, Morticia thought, herding her children into their antique home before her and letting the door slam shut to protect them from the outside world of its own accord. Gomez met her in the foyer, smoking two cigars instead of one. He flipped to his feet, removed his cigars, and exhaled. A lovely plume of smoke circled up toward their perfectly cobwebbed ceiling. "What is it this time?" he asked.
"We were just trying to play with the new boy," Wednesday spoke. The girl was the spitting image of her mother.
"Yeah," Pugsley added. "We didn't know he wouldn't like having his tongue pierced by the pencil sharpener!"
Wednesday smiled, remembering how much blood there had been when she had turned the knob on the sharpener with Rufus' tongue inside. "It was a sight," she declared eerily, "to be remembered."
"Yeah!" Pugsley laughed. "They never teach us anything like that about the anatomy!"
"I'm proud of you, kids." Gomez beamed at his children and took another puff on his cigars before continuing, "You're living up to the name of Addams. Making your own education is an excellent way to start."
"The only problem," Morticia pouted, "is that that dreadful school board refuses to allow their return for another month."
"Then it's a month we'll spend well!" Gomez exclaimed, holding his hands high and clapping. "Grandmama and Fester will take over their tutelage," he commanded as the rest of their family came to his clapping hands. "Nobody knows spells and electricity like those two!"
"Oh, darling," Morticia smiled, "you're absolutely right! No one can give them an education like we Addams can!"
"You know, Tish, perhaps it's time we talked again about the possibility of home schooling. I'm tired of this school board hindering our children's education."
Morticia's black eyes glowed. "I do so love when you take command, mon chere!"
"Tish," Gomez cried, throwing away both of his cigars, which Fester caught and promptly stuck in his ears to Pugsley's and Wednesday's amusement, "you spoke French!"
"Oui, oui, chi." Tish smiled, knowing the effect the romantic language had on her husband. He sprang across the foyer, grasped her hand, and started kissing his way up her arm. "I believe I would like to have the children home schooled, Gomez. This American society is not a culture in which it is fit for an Addams to partake, but promise me one thing, darling -- "
"Anything," Gomez breathed, kissing the inside of her slender elbow and continuing to work his way up her ghoulishly gorgeous body.
Tish had her hands buried in his dark hair. She raised his head and looked directly in his eyes. "That nothing else has to change, that we still have our . . . times together whenever we like."
"When has the children being home ever stopped that?! Making love is as natural as the moon shining down with her silver beams! It's nothing to hide!" Morticia cried in delight and threw her head back as he buried his mouth in her breasts.
"It ain't easy being bad," Pugsley spoke, remembering something Rufus had said before they'd turned on the pencil sharpener, "but it sure is fun."
"I should have known something was wrong with that boy then," Wednesday remarked, watching her parents' celebration until Gomez whisked Morticia into his arms and carried her away to their bedroom and their awaiting bed of nails. "It's not hard being bad." She grinned, and any normal human, that is, any one not born within the Addams clan, would have sworn they could see the Devil himself in the girl's eyes. "It comes quite naturally to us Addams."
The End
Title: "Blood Blessed Wedding"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Their vows were as non-traditional as they themselves. As they stood under the eerie light of a blood red moon, Gomez and Morticia exchanged the vows they'd written before the father of all Vampires. Dracula said the word; Gomez bit his wife.
The End
Title: "No Barriers"
Dedicated To: With infinite love to my wonderous, magical, and always inspirational beloved husband, Jack, with whom I'm blessed to be celebrating our seventh anniversary! And, as always, to our darling children, too!
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG-13
Summary:
Warnings: Het, Drabble
Word Count: 100
Date Written: 21 August, 2012
Series: The first of Pirate Turner's Halloween stories for 2012
Disclaimer: All the other Addams characters, the Addams Family, and all other recognizable characters mentioned within are © & TM their rightful owners, not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Morticia thrills as her husband buries his handsome face into her pale and slender neck. The fire of love rages throughout them both, body, heart, and soul, as he grazes her smooth flesh with his teeth and tongue. She murmurs love words in French, he whispers adorations in Spanish between nibbles, but they speak one language of love. She howls her pleasure, her long, black fingernails cutting into his back and increasing his pleasure, as his fangs embrace her flesh and draw blood. Her howl eclipses the wolf's as he howls at the full moon, and it's another happy Halloween.
The End
Title: "Thirteen Minutes"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Drabblish, Het
Word Count: 189
Disclaimer: Gomez and Morticia Addams, all other characters mentioned within, and The Addams Family are © & TM their rightful owners, none of whom are the author. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Thirteen minutes. He smiled at her. Twelve minutes. Her heartbeat would have quickened if she had one. Eleven minutes. He slid his hands seductively over her sultry hips clad in black silk. Ten minutes. He whispered her name. "Tish, mi cara mia." His mustache twitched, and his dark eyes gleamed.
Nine minutes. He swept her into a dance. Eight minutes. They waltzed across the floor in the tango, their bodies moving against each other in perfect rhythm and a seduction as old and powerful as time itself.
Seven minutes. She turned him and took control of their dance. Six minutes. He let her lead. Five minutes. A wolf howled, and Morticia threw her head back and joined in. Four minutes. Gomez trailed heated kisses down her arched neck.
Three minutes. He brought her body hard against his. Two minutes. "I love you!"
"I love you too!"
One minute. They kissed, welcoming the full moon. Gomez dipped her, and his tongue dove into her mouth to tango with hers. The full moon's Witching hour was upon them, and they greeted it with howling, full, elegant, passionate, and grandly loving pleasure as always.
The End
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Theirs is an antique love. He's heard the young lovers of the most recent centuries say there's no such thing as love at first sight, but Gomez knows they're wrong for he fell in love with his cara mia from the very first moment he witnessed her pale but infinite beauty across a ghostly graveyard. He knew, in that very moment that his soul and heart were hers to do with as she pleased, and she was his destiny.
He didn't know it then, but he recognized the lost half of his being in her and his true love from every lifetime before. That knowledge didn't manifest itself until months later, on another full moon, when he sank his fangs home into her lovely, and delicious, neck. Gomez knows, too, that there is also such a reality as love at first bite.
He's shared both with his beloved, cherished Tish. He fell in love with her when he first saw her, but that love grew a thousandfold when he first bit her. It still does grow another thousandfold whenever he bites her, they kiss, or she just speaks to him in French. He knows it always will. Not even the grave will stop their love.
He pauses, considering in his reminiscing and reflection. That really isn't a good analogy for the grave hardly stops anything any more. It's just another one of those fairy tales, like an evil Count Dracula, that parents tell their kids to frighten them. He won't compare their love to a fairy tale for it is far better than any such story and his beloved is no Princess. She is the Queen of the dark, and of his heart, and could never be anything as dainty, mortal, or flimsy as a Princess.
Gomez searches his mind for an analogy that fits but can find none. There's nothing their love can be compared to for it's infinitely better than anything that's come before them or will come afterward.
"Amor, you're thinking again," Tish remarks softly in concern, a seductive pout upon her black lips.
The reaction that single French endearment brings in Gomez's body is as instantaneous as the fire that rekindles for his beloved wife in his soul. "Guilty as charged, Tish," he admits, putting out his cigar in the wall above their bed of nails so that the singe mark it leaves will add to their lovely, spooky decor. He rolls over and takes her willing, longing, and lithe body into his loving arms. His eyes sparkle with dark mischief; his mustache curls with his excitement. "And you spoke French again!"
She smiles. Her black eyes reflect back his excitement for she feels the same. "Guilty as charged," she echoes his words, her own, whispered words brushing enticingly over his pursed lips.
Gomez starts once more to cover his loving soul mate in passion, scorching kisses and lets his thoughts be. There's no sense in pursuing them, any way, for their love is the most wonderful and majestic thing ever, and if they live for another two hundred years or two thousand eons, there'll never be anything else that can ever compare to their most wretched, special, and magical union.
The End
Title: "Being Bad"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG
Summary:
Warnings: Het
Word Count: 613
Date Written: 2 July, 2012
Challenge: For a Comment-fic LJ comm prompt
Disclaimer: All the other Addams characters, the Addams Family, and all other recognizable characters mentioned within are © & TM their rightful owners, not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
It isn't easy being bad, Morticia thought, herding her children into their antique home before her and letting the door slam shut to protect them from the outside world of its own accord. Gomez met her in the foyer, smoking two cigars instead of one. He flipped to his feet, removed his cigars, and exhaled. A lovely plume of smoke circled up toward their perfectly cobwebbed ceiling. "What is it this time?" he asked.
"We were just trying to play with the new boy," Wednesday spoke. The girl was the spitting image of her mother.
"Yeah," Pugsley added. "We didn't know he wouldn't like having his tongue pierced by the pencil sharpener!"
Wednesday smiled, remembering how much blood there had been when she had turned the knob on the sharpener with Rufus' tongue inside. "It was a sight," she declared eerily, "to be remembered."
"Yeah!" Pugsley laughed. "They never teach us anything like that about the anatomy!"
"I'm proud of you, kids." Gomez beamed at his children and took another puff on his cigars before continuing, "You're living up to the name of Addams. Making your own education is an excellent way to start."
"The only problem," Morticia pouted, "is that that dreadful school board refuses to allow their return for another month."
"Then it's a month we'll spend well!" Gomez exclaimed, holding his hands high and clapping. "Grandmama and Fester will take over their tutelage," he commanded as the rest of their family came to his clapping hands. "Nobody knows spells and electricity like those two!"
"Oh, darling," Morticia smiled, "you're absolutely right! No one can give them an education like we Addams can!"
"You know, Tish, perhaps it's time we talked again about the possibility of home schooling. I'm tired of this school board hindering our children's education."
Morticia's black eyes glowed. "I do so love when you take command, mon chere!"
"Tish," Gomez cried, throwing away both of his cigars, which Fester caught and promptly stuck in his ears to Pugsley's and Wednesday's amusement, "you spoke French!"
"Oui, oui, chi." Tish smiled, knowing the effect the romantic language had on her husband. He sprang across the foyer, grasped her hand, and started kissing his way up her arm. "I believe I would like to have the children home schooled, Gomez. This American society is not a culture in which it is fit for an Addams to partake, but promise me one thing, darling -- "
"Anything," Gomez breathed, kissing the inside of her slender elbow and continuing to work his way up her ghoulishly gorgeous body.
Tish had her hands buried in his dark hair. She raised his head and looked directly in his eyes. "That nothing else has to change, that we still have our . . . times together whenever we like."
"When has the children being home ever stopped that?! Making love is as natural as the moon shining down with her silver beams! It's nothing to hide!" Morticia cried in delight and threw her head back as he buried his mouth in her breasts.
"It ain't easy being bad," Pugsley spoke, remembering something Rufus had said before they'd turned on the pencil sharpener, "but it sure is fun."
"I should have known something was wrong with that boy then," Wednesday remarked, watching her parents' celebration until Gomez whisked Morticia into his arms and carried her away to their bedroom and their awaiting bed of nails. "It's not hard being bad." She grinned, and any normal human, that is, any one not born within the Addams clan, would have sworn they could see the Devil himself in the girl's eyes. "It comes quite naturally to us Addams."
The End
Title: "Blood Blessed Wedding"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Their vows were as non-traditional as they themselves. As they stood under the eerie light of a blood red moon, Gomez and Morticia exchanged the vows they'd written before the father of all Vampires. Dracula said the word; Gomez bit his wife.
The End
Title: "No Barriers"
Dedicated To: With infinite love to my wonderous, magical, and always inspirational beloved husband, Jack, with whom I'm blessed to be celebrating our seventh anniversary! And, as always, to our darling children, too!
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG-13
Summary:
Warnings: Het, Drabble
Word Count: 100
Date Written: 21 August, 2012
Series: The first of Pirate Turner's Halloween stories for 2012
Disclaimer: All the other Addams characters, the Addams Family, and all other recognizable characters mentioned within are © & TM their rightful owners, not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Morticia thrills as her husband buries his handsome face into her pale and slender neck. The fire of love rages throughout them both, body, heart, and soul, as he grazes her smooth flesh with his teeth and tongue. She murmurs love words in French, he whispers adorations in Spanish between nibbles, but they speak one language of love. She howls her pleasure, her long, black fingernails cutting into his back and increasing his pleasure, as his fangs embrace her flesh and draw blood. Her howl eclipses the wolf's as he howls at the full moon, and it's another happy Halloween.
The End
Title: "Thirteen Minutes"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Drabblish, Het
Word Count: 189
Disclaimer: Gomez and Morticia Addams, all other characters mentioned within, and The Addams Family are © & TM their rightful owners, none of whom are the author. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Thirteen minutes. He smiled at her. Twelve minutes. Her heartbeat would have quickened if she had one. Eleven minutes. He slid his hands seductively over her sultry hips clad in black silk. Ten minutes. He whispered her name. "Tish, mi cara mia." His mustache twitched, and his dark eyes gleamed.
Nine minutes. He swept her into a dance. Eight minutes. They waltzed across the floor in the tango, their bodies moving against each other in perfect rhythm and a seduction as old and powerful as time itself.
Seven minutes. She turned him and took control of their dance. Six minutes. He let her lead. Five minutes. A wolf howled, and Morticia threw her head back and joined in. Four minutes. Gomez trailed heated kisses down her arched neck.
Three minutes. He brought her body hard against his. Two minutes. "I love you!"
"I love you too!"
One minute. They kissed, welcoming the full moon. Gomez dipped her, and his tongue dove into her mouth to tango with hers. The full moon's Witching hour was upon them, and they greeted it with howling, full, elegant, passionate, and grandly loving pleasure as always.
The End
