Disclaimer: The characters and anything else that may be part of the characters and scenery and other ideas that belong to Chas Addams or Paramount do not belong to me. The plot and anything you don't recognize is mine.

A/N: Sorry it has taken me so long to post this. I hope that it is what those of you who have been waiting were looking for.

"But, Morticia Mia… why?!" Gomez exclaimed, completely bewildered at the odd request. He pulled back to look at her, they were lying on a couch that they had had Lurch move onto the balcony just so they would watch the moon. Lurch, knowing his master and his mistress, had also adorned the oak wood sofa with black satin sheets that shone and shimmered in the pale, early morning light almost as much as Morticia's white skin. Gomez couldn't get a good look at his wife's face, it was hidden behind a waterfall of silky black curls.

Morticia couldn't come up with an answer. She didn't know why she liked watching the sunrise. There was something about the reds and oranges that reminded her of fire and the passion that they shared. Frustrated at her inability to portray her feelings Morticia got up, pulling the top sheet with her and almost taking it completely off the loveseat, as it was, it barely covered Gomez.

"Never mind," Morticia called over her shoulder, letting the sheet fall and swaying back across the balcony towards the doors to their room. She rarely found herself at a loss for words and this was particularly irritating because she was talking to Gomez, and she could always find words for Gomez.

Gomez was startled to see the sudden reaction of his Cara Mia, she was speechless, of that Gomez was certain, but he couldn't find why. He could tell that it was a source of great discontent to his wife though. The slick sheet had already fallen to the ground when Morticia had dropped it and Gomez felt the smoothness as he stepped on it to get to his wife.

"I'm sorry," he said, though he wasn't sure what he was apologizing for, or why the love of his life was angry with him. He reached for her wrist, stopping her retreat towards the house. "I would love to watch the sunrise with you, if that's what you wish to do." Morticia turned and her naked body was in full view to him, it took his breath away and he had a hard time focusing on her eyes and nothing else. He could feel his heart rate quicken and desire washed over him, he had to fight to extinguish it, now was not the time.

Morticia could see the stimulation on Gomez's face, whether she imagined his heart rate or she was close enough to hear it, she didn't know. She gazed up into his eyes that kept glancing every now and then towards her breasts and other areas that only he knew. She searched those dark brown depths for something… though she wasn't sure what, contempt? Anger? Disgust? Betrayal? Pity? She had no idea what she was looking for but whatever it was, she was delightedly disappointed when all she saw was love and concern. Concern that she was so upset about something that neither of them seemed to understand. A smile played at the corners of her red lips and Gomez took that as a sign of encouragement, pulling her back to their previous place and covering them again with the discarded sheet.

They didn't talk, there were no words that either one of them could say. Morticia was lost for words about her feelings and Gomez didn't want to risk offending her. So they simply cuddled and waited for the sun to rise, small kisses were exchanged but nothing more. When the sun finally began to rise into the sky the couple had a reddish hue about them the sky was so scarlet. The giant fire ball rose smoothly and Gomez found that he couldn't breathe. The sight was amazing! He looked at the woman lying next to him, her pale white skin tainted red-orange by the intense light. Her black curls were a much darker shade of her skin though they still shone with the same strange hue. Her eyes met his and not only did his breathing stop, but so did his heart and all his other working organs; her light blue eyes reflecting the firelight in the sky shone an extraordinary red with flecks of purple around the edges. Gomez made up his mind right then that he liked the sunrise for reasons he couldn't quite place. It wasn't that he was so close to Morticia, or that it made her seem otherworldly in her beauty; he could have those things without watching the infernal sun, and she was already amazing to him. There was something that neither of them could pinpoint that made watching the sunrise together amazing.

The night caught up to the young couple laying on the oak wood loveseat and they were both exhausted. The sun had climbed high enough in the sky that it was now irritatingly bright and the colors had extinguished themselves. Morticia was the first to move, she crawled slowly from her husband's arms, somehow managing to hold onto the sheet and still help him to his feet. There was still no need for words between them. They were content to bask in the familiarity of each other's presence and the understanding that now rested among them. Morticia had been holding a secret from her husband for the two years they had been married, not daring to share it for fear he would reject her; it was a silly notion, she knew, but one she had held onto none the less. And now that secret was out, and Gomez had welcomed it with open arms. And he welcomed her with much the same.

There was no hope in finding the bedclothes from the previous night. Morticia was pretty certain her dress wasn't even on the balcony, that it had fallen at some time during a moment of ecstasy to the ground three stories below. Each of them donned the first thing they could find. Gomez in a stumbling and bleary manner, pulled a nightshirt from the bed, not quite sure how long it had been there, but he was too tired to look for another and so he put it on and all but fell into the bed. Morticia, not quite as tired as her husband, gave a small smile at the sight of him, laying on top of the sheets but too exhausted to pull the top over him so it was falling off the bed. Shaking her head she gently covered him and tucked him in before going to her side of the bed and snuggling up to him. Even in his sleep he conformed to her figure, sensing that she was laying beside him, he turned and wrapped his strong, well-tanned arms around her. The last thing Morticia remembered before falling asleep was the feeling of his toned and muscular arm resting beneath her head and the other holding her to him protectively. She realized just before she fell asleep that she was silly to think that he would ever deny her, he loved her the way she was, with all of her perverted senses of humor and her strange obsessions. And she loved him simply because he was him, and because he was the only one who knew her so completely and accepted her in the same way.

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