Hey alligators! I told you the next chapter was coming! Here you are, lovelies. Enjoy, everyone.

Morticia sighed as she cut the petals from the roses and arranged the thorns to her liking. It had been a few days since she and Wednesday had decided to stop with the attraction between them and Morticia was feeling a slight aching in her chest every time she thought of her dear Wednesday. Even worse, Wednesday was purposefully avoiding even being in the same room as her, keeping as much distance between them as possible at mealtimes.

Morticia should have been happy that Wednesday was trying to rid them both of this strange affection they had for each other, but it made her heart hurt that much more. It was somewhat ridiculous as Morticia knew she loved Gomez, which made it even more confusing as to where this sudden attraction to her daughter came from. But if it eased Wednesday's fears of her father, she would be fine with allowing both of them to move on from this.

Finishing with the roses, Morticia picked up a plate of chopped meat and moved to Cleopatra, beginning to feed her. The African Strangler gulped down the succulent food and Morticia cooed to her gently before heading out into the house. Settling herself in the sitting room, the Addams matriarch put a hand under her chin, staring off into space as she wondered if Wednesday was feeling as much pain as she was.

Down the hall, Wednesday was leaning against a wall, hidden meticulously behind her favorite suit of armor, arms crossed as she leaned her head back. Her heart was pounding in her chest, which was no surprise as it kept her body temperature at just over one hundred degrees, but this was a different kind of pounding. She had noticed that it had begun to do that every time her mother was nearby.

It was getting to be difficult, staying away from the older woman, but Wednesday knew it was crucial to keep her distance in order for the attraction to die. She just wished it would die faster so she could see that flowing ebony hair framing her mother's beautiful porcelain features, the black eyes staring through her body as if she were a ghost, her succulent red lips turning up in a slight smile as she moved closer, wrapping Wednesday in a cool hug, their differing body temperatures complimenting each other as the scratchy softness of her mother's dress pressed against her-

Black eyes flew open as Wednesday jerked away from the wall, pressing a hand to her forehead and glancing around to be sure no one had seen. Her breathing was slightly faster than usual and her heart had slowed as a burning throbbing assaulted her nether regions. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Wednesday pushed from the wall completely and slipped from her hiding place, making her way to the kitchen. As she had recently taken to not even eating with the rest of the family, she was hungry after missing breakfast and needed something to take her mind from the thoughts that had briefly stolen her focus.

Why does this seem to be getting harder? She demanded of herself, snagging a newt and gecko sandwich. The more I stay away from her, the stronger this lust for Mother grows. There must be a way to stop this from happening.

"Wednesday?"

The emotionless woman turned to find her father standing behind her with a grin on his face. "Hello, Father." She murmured.

"How are you, my dear?" he asked casually, walking over and grabbing a sandwich for himself. "The attraction to your mother coming along well?"

"It…" Wednesday paused and shook her head. "It isn't fading as quickly as I would have preferred."

Gomez stroked his chin, wondering how to help his daughter. "That is quite unusual."

"No matter." Wednesday chewed at the last of her sandwich before making for the door. "It doesn't matter how long it takes. I will avoid mother until this fling wears off."

"Wonderful idea, dar-." Gomez stopped as Morticia entered the kitchen just as Wednesday reached the door. He watched as the pair of them stopped in their tracks and simply stared at one another, a spark of jealousy igniting in his chest.

Wednesday's breath caught. It had been quite some time since she had seen her mother and to finally catch sight of the beautiful creature before her made her heart pause. Her eyes trailed over the curvy form, taking in the long soft black hair that was darker than the night sky at new moon, the ivory skin brighter than the closest stars, the coal black eyes able to make even the most vicious of demons cower in their skin as that blood red smile shone at her, tempting her closer and promising blissful oblivion.

Morticia gazed at the vixen before her and felt her heart pound in her chest. She had longed to see this captivating image for days and she thirstily drank in the sight of her dear Wednesday. The long black hair falling down her back in waves like the feathers of a raven, narrowed black eyes staring up at her alluringly as the porcelain features remained emotionless, impassive, void. It was much too tempting for the older woman to bring the younger version of herself closer, allowing her hands to explore, to see even the tiniest bit of emotion on that otherwise empty face.

Wednesday stepped backward, trying to regain control of herself before she did something in front of her father that she would regret. Morticia's arm moved swiftly and caught her around the waist, bringing her closer and pressing their bodies together, black eyes gazing into each other endlessly as Wednesday slowly relaxed against the more mature body before her, Morticia leaning closer, their faces inches apart. The pair could feel the breaths of the other against their cheeks, their heartbeats battling against each other as Morticia pressed her cheek to Wednesday's, feeling the cooler than normal body temperature against her skin, causing a chill throughout her body that was mirrored by Wednesday's shudder at the softness of her mother's skin on her own.

Gomez stared in utter shock as his darling Tish paid not a single mind to his presence, all of her attention focused on their daughter as the pair moved ever closer, Wednesday's arms lifting to her mother's neck. Morticia stroked a porcelain cheek and finally leaned down to close those last few agonizing centimeters and connected her lips with Wednesday's.

Yeah... it's going to be one of those. Hope you enjoyed the description though, I've been practicing. Drop me a review, alright, alligators?