A/N So this is my first Addams Family fan fiction! I hope you enjoy. The Old Ball and Chain will be an upcoming chapter, but I wrote this one first and couldn't not move past it till I uploaded, so I should be updating soon with the next. If you enjoyed this fan fic please let me know!

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So many things have happened over the span of a few short months, Morticia mused as she crept silently passed Debbie Jellinsky-Addmas' headstone. Her feet made no sound on the graveyard path, her shoes sitting neatly at the entrance to the cemetery, laid out in such a way Gomez would be sure to see. He would know this time she meant this to be a real challenge.

Her heart fluttered against her rib cage in excitement as she glided deeper and deeper within the confines of the graveyard. It had been many months since the last time she and Gomez had an opportunity to play this game, one that had always been their favorite. But with the drama caused by one Debbie Jellinsky their lives had been turned upside down. It was nice to get back to normal.

She hastened a glance over her shoulder, then up at the moon. She still had some time before he would come for her. Time to find just the right spot. She shuddered with anticipation. More often than not she was the aggressor in the bedroom, something she was quite pleased with. But tonight she was thrilled to be the hunted, to be the prey in this risqué game. He was the predator and he was coming for her tonight. Goosebumps covered her pale flesh as a chill of both fear and desire shot down her spine.

An unspoken conversation flowed between Morticia and Gomez earlier that night when Dementia showed up at their door. She had been given the night off by Margaret and Cousin Itt. She claimed that she wanted to give the Addams a break since they hadn't found a nanny since the fiasco with Debbie. While Morticia didn't doubt her sincerity she also knew that Dementia had another reason for the unplanned visit. The lovely creature was completely smitten with Uncle Fester and he with her. She would frequently call both with and without Margaret and Cousin Itt. They had all become quite close with her and the children adored her. Morticia and Gomez unhesitantly left the children in her care. Once everyone was settled Gomez slipped off to his study, a cigar in his hand and a feral grin on his face. Morticia grabbed her black cloak and headed for the cemetery.

She glanced around looking for the perfect hiding spot. Things had been too easy for him before when they played this game. She loved the excitement, the anticipation, the chase. And while she loved nothing more than her lover wrapped around her, their bodies exploring each other in the cool night air, she wanted the anticipation to last a bit longer, Gomez to work a bit harder tonight.

There! Her eyes took in the large mausoleum and the deep brush that was tangled around it. She quickly made her way over to it, pressing her thin body against the cold marble of the old building and wiggling her way into the brush behind the mausoleum. She backed her way deeper into the brush to a clearing, then sank gracefully down drawing her cloak around her to cover her pale flesh the moonlight insisted on highlighting. Now, she would wait. She just hoped that Gomez would not hear her heart hammering in her chest.

Gomez grinned as he spied his wife's shoes sitting carefully arranged in the center of the entrance to the cemetery. Ah, so he was going to really have to work tonight to find her, he thought lighting a cigar. He was always up for a challenge, especially when the rewards were so sweet! He looked at the moon. He had just a few minutes left and it would be high overhead. Midnight, the hunt would begin.

He slowly paced the entrance, lost in thought for a moment. If she had removed her shoes (something that she had never done in this game before) then she had most likely made sure to not leave any signs on the ground of where she had gone. Trying to track her by traditional standards would be useless and a waste of time. No, tonight he would have to rely on something more than physical. He would have to rely on how well he knew his wife and where his heart would guide him. He tossed the cigar aside as the moon was finally in place and walked slowly into the graveyard.

Morticia remained as still as a stone. Occasionally, she would hear a shuffle out by one of the graves but it always proved to either be an animal or a wondering soul, neither of which were her husband. The anticipation was beginning to make her feel slightly faint.

Suddenly, she heard it, there in the distance. It was hard to make out but she knew right away what she heard. The slow, rhythmic tread met her ears. It was Gomez's foot fall that she was hearing. He was still a great deal away, but he was coming. She began to tremble. She struggled to get her breathing under control, lest it would give her away. She fought the urge to peer around the mausoleum to see if she could see him, knowing that with his keen eyes he would spy her immediately. Her mouth had gone dry and her hands started to sweat as she could hear his footfall coming closer and closer. How could have found her so soon? She had taken the upmost care to make sure she left no trail.

Her brow furrowed in confusion as the sound stopped. She relaxed a bit. She must have thrown him off course somehow. Strange, she thought. While his steps had been still a distance away it did indeed sound as if he were heading right for her. She rose up on her knees and leaned forward slightly to see if she could see him anywhere in the distance….. having no idea that he was directly behind her.

Gomez grinned as he watched his wife peer through the brush looking for him. He took a moment to survey their location. It was good choice. The deep brush was thick but in the center where they were was open, surrounding them in their own private world. He returned his attention to his love, his trousers becoming uncomfortably tight at the view of her beautiful silhouette.

Morticia let out a little sigh of frustration as she was unable to see much through the brush. Suddenly a pair of arms encircled her. Her cloak slipped from her body to pool on ground behind her as she was dragged back. Her back met his chest as she sucked in a wild breath, her body quickly aflame.

" Mi querida." He breathed into her ear, the hair of his mustache tickling the sensitive flesh there.

"Mon sauvage." She paired breathily.

He fisted her long black hair in his hand, drawing her head back until his gaze pierced hers.

"Tish," He smirked at her. "That's French."

Normally she would return with a saucy 'Oui' but not this night. She was feeling vulnerable tonight, almost shy with her love of so many years.

"How did you find me so quickly?" She asked, he voice barely a whisper.

Sensing the change in his wife, Gomez released his hold on her hair and gently drew her onto his lap. His arm snaked around behind her shoulders to support her. He gently stroked her face.

"I allowed my heart to lead me to you. While my eyes could not see you and my ears couldn't hear you, my heart, it knew where you were. My heart will always know where you are, mi diosa divina." His eyes intensely bored into hers.

"So shall I never best you in this game?" Morticia said with a little pout, her body finally relaxing within his arms.

"Perhaps someday, my darling. I guess we will just have to keep trying. But do you really wish to best me?"

Morticia opened her mouth to answer when her hand slipped off his leg and touched upon his foot. She let out a gasp.

"So that is why….." Her body shook gently as she laughed.

"Yes, darling." He said, wiggling his sock covered foot. "That is why my steps faded. That is why you never heard me come up from the other side of the mausoleum. Brilliant idea really, leaving the shoes. I'm glad you came up with it."

"Conquered by my own trick." Morticia said smirking up at her husband.

"Oh Tish, I haven't even begun to conquer you." Gomez said lowering his mouth to capture his.

Morticia's stomach did a flip flop at her husband's word. How after so long could he still make her feel like this, she mused as his lips touched hers, gently at first. Gomez always started gentle with her. No matter how strong she was, no matter her icy resolve, he always treated her as if she were made of the most delicate glass that would shatter easily. That is, until he lost himself in their passion.

Her red tipped fingers slid behind his head, pulling him deeper into the shared kiss. She moaned against his lips, her core already aching for him. He slowly, teasingly pushed his tongue beyond her lips to meet hers. Their tongues tangled in an ancient dance of lovers. Morticia responded by arching her body up, her breasts pressing against him through the thin material of her dress, her hand clawing at the back of his head. Gomez groaned into his wife's mouth, shuddering as her tried to maintain control. Control was something that only in her presence did he lose completely.

Hearing the groan, Morticia drew back from the kiss so she could observe her husband and she was not disappointed with what she saw. His eyes were heavily lidded with passion, his face flushed. His breath was coming in in little gasps between his parted lips. Morticia felt the balance of control shifting and she no longer felt vulnerable. A small smirk took hold of her features. Gomez eyes widen slightly, realizing that the power was shifting. Not this time Cara Mia, he thought to himself.

Morticia drew in a sharp breath of surprise when she suddenly found herself on the ground on her back, her husband straddling her hips and her hands imprisoned above her head. Gomez leered down into her face. The power had shifted once again and the realization made Mortiica moan with longing and agony. The sound of her own voice startled Morticia. She knew struggling would be futile but tonight it's part of the game. She wiggles back and forth in a weak attempt to break her husband's hold, but all this manages to do is ride her dress up her legs to right below where her husband rests. The struggle stokes his passion and determination even further. His eyes take on an almost maniacal glow, a slight crazed look. Fear and lust curled in her belly. He began raining hot, wet kisses along her cleavage, her neck and face, artfully avoiding her lips despite her desperate attempt to capture his. She grunted in frustration, fighting the urge to scream. Sensing that her frustration was reaching a boiling point, Gomez released her hands, wrapping her tightly within his arms, his mouth finally claiming hers.

Her hands free she was now like an untamed beast. She tore at his hair, his shirt and finally at his trousers demanding access to him. He felt his last remaining shred of control slipping away. He quickly freed himself from his trousers, his desire springing forth proudly. He reached up to remove her panties only to find there was none. He dropped his face to her, moaning her name into her neck as he entered her in one fast and complete move.

She shrieked his name as he filled her so fully he sent her over the edge. He held her close as her body shuddered and jolted with the power of her orgasm. Despite her wild movements he kept up his rhythm, enjoying the intense pleasure of her body and chasing his own happy ending. Within a few more strokes he shot off like a rocket, his passion pouring into her throbbing body.

The lovers drifted lazily back to earth, their breathing slowly in unison, the beats of their hearts thumping together as one. Gomez buried his face into Morticia's neck, breathing deeply her lovely scent.

"Cara Mia…." He whispered softly against her moist flesh.

Morticia said nothing, eyes closed enjoying the feel of her husband against her. She never felt as safe as she did when she was wrapped in his warm embrace.

After a time the couple arose and resettled their clothing. Hand and hand they made their way back out of the graveyard stopping to retrieve his shoes, then hers.

They crossed the yard silently and into the house. The house was quiet, sleeping in the dark night. In the family room they spied Uncle Fester laying on his back in front of a fire. Dementia was curled up next to him, her head on his shoulder. Pubert was laying on Uncle Fester's chest, Dementia's arm around him. Fester raised his head upon hearing their footsteps, a silly grin on his face. He waved them up to bed indicating he had no intentions of disturbing either of the peacefully sleeping individuals laying with him.

Morticia blew the trio a kiss then followed her husband up to their room, where they entwined their bodies and were soon locked in a deep slumber.