That was a cloudy night, with a faintly shining moonlight. The silent land was sunk in fog, it apparently was going to go through a heavy storm. The host, Gomez Addams was walking through the grand corridor, from his office to his bedroom.

"Did you give a look over Pubert, Darling?"

The beautiful woman was sitting front of the mirror, climbing her straight black hair. While her eyes were glancing at her gentleman.

"Of course I did, Querida."

Gomez came by the opened window, contemplated that deathly scenery. What a miserable night! However, it seems more beautiful than any briefly ones, to him and also his 'Querida'. He gave a quick glance at his wife, she was smiling sweetly. Her pale skin was covered by a very thin shawl, it sparked under the frail moonlight. He came to her, tangled his hand in her climbed stream of hair. After that, he picked a curl, kissed it gracefully with all his respect and his love for her. Morticia put her hand on his, which was on the makeup table. Her palm was soft, soothing, and cold, like a corpse.

"Mon Cher, your wound..."

Then, he felt her lips touched the back of his hand injured by Tully. A shiver ran down his spine at that moment, his terrible demon was about to get up. He got out of breath, whispered kissing her hair again.

"My Dearest, it has been a long time since we last got overwhelmed with passion for each other."

"Yes Darling, for week." She turned over the desk calendar, which she rarely used before. "So, tonight, my Amour, will you take my soul away?" She wrapped his neck with her slim fingers, red nails on his olive cheeks.

"I certain I will, Cara Mia." He leant forward helding her scauff, their eyes put on the opposite, without blinking. He instinctively fondled her chin, through a deep eyes-to-eyes, his face approached hers slowly as he pulled her into his arms. And then, a kiss of course! Also a passionate, vehement, protective kiss.

It thunderred formidably by the time he laid his passionate kiss on her silky neck. Morticia moaned in a low voice, enjoyed herself in such pleasure feelings. The storm was coming. Raindrops fell down heavily on the roof top, like the melody of death, resounded over the large room flickered by a candle. Gomez sniffed his wife's scent as he tried to keep all of her inside his heart, her warm, her sweetness, all!

"Gomez, Mon... hah... Cher..." Morticia whispered huskily beside his ear, Gomez himself felt like he was burning in hopeless desire. She leant back falling in her voluptuous weakness.

"Cara Mia, you roused me!" He spoke holding her tightly, squeezing her slight waist. Then he grabbed her ruby lips in a really deep kiss again, his stubborn hands slipped down her shawl and took it off.

Her curly eyelashes quiverred for a second when he left a loving bite on her collar-bone. The long black lacy night gown went out of her perfect figure, wind blew onto her solf skin that flamed her strangely. How he adores her! Every part of her body can always immerge him into dead aspiration. Why? Because he has carved his gorgous Tish precisely on his mind, he remembers each inch on her perfect flesh, even though that was her shadow. The suave hands continued to doff her luscious dark corset, caressed her portly breasts incidentally. She was on her knees swiftly, utterly out of control.

"What's wrong, Querida?" Gomez asked with his anxious emotion. He tightened his hug for her gently.

"Je 't aime, Mon Amour." Morticia murmured that she cuddled his broad shoulders weakly. Subsequently smooching on his cheek bone, her eyes opened slightly, just to feast upon her front face.

"Tish! You did it again!" He was just about to fall to her feet and kiss her toes. How can she always mastermind him? He didn't, he doesn't and he won't ever know. He carried her in his arms to their affectionate bed, tried to conceal his insane ardour for her. "My Darling, may I?"

"I am yours, Gomez. Just take me!" In the murky moonlight, her flawless figure brightened, was so splendid such an extent that Gomez froze in a moment, though he saw it any time they made love, but that was still hard for him to swallow. He kissed through every inch of her body, her silky neck, fitted curves, the rose-leaf shaped lips, smooth abdomen, and her inner thighs.

Thought like she is a divine creature that God had sent to him, only him can take her breath away. Whenever his sly lips touched her skin, her brawny hip started moving rhythmically, swerled into her tiny groan. Her pale complexion seems icy, glistened brilliantly as a night waterfall, occupied his mentality and also his soul.

"Gomez Darling, why are you so graceful?" She enclosed her arms around his neck, whereas her erotic breasts were rubbing with his through his shirt.

"My Dearest, you are so precious, so dark, so fragile that I think I can't hurt you for any reasons. You are my elegant Devil, my aspiration, my passion, my dream. You mean all to me Tish..." Then he laid a smooch on her shivering eyelashes.

"Gomez Mon Cher, I am pleased to be shattered by you, my Ecstasy." She muttered kissing him hungrily, unbuttoned his shirt afterwards. "Mon Cher, pardon!"

Hurriedly, she discarded it on the wooden floor. Then, his bare chest was heavily upon her, he bit her delicate neck, licking some blood oozed from the bite, and hearing her dainty whimper leisurely. His eyes flashed with lust and love, and after all, he could say he just did that to her, not to any other women.

That night, they snatched each other in frenzy and desperation, within the rapid thunderstorm. Though that was alike to all nights before, but to them, the two crazy-in-love man and woman, one day passes is a new type of love expression, no matter what outside is like, sunny or stormy, cloudy or foggy, they are their only darkness and light to each other, that's all.