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While Cleopatra and Wednesday were finally taking the next step from friendship to lovers, Morticia had made her way out to the yard where Fester had landed. "Sleepless night?" Morticia asked her brother-in-law pointedly, "Walk with me, Fester." She turns from him and begins walking down the path leaving Fester no choice but to follow behind her. Morticia lead Fester to the main graveyard where the most important members of the family were resting alongside their victims. They follow a path that winds among the elaborate tombstones of the Addams dead, Gomez's golfballs are everywhere ─ on the ground, in the statues' upturned hands, in their open mouths.

As they pass them, Morticia points towards specific monuments, the marble statues look so real they could be alive. "Aunt Laborgia ─ executed by a firing squad," Morticia spoke as she walked down the path, "Cousin Fledge ─ torn limb from limb by four wild horses. And darling Uncle Eimar. . ." Uncle Eimar is a hooded executioner with an upraised axe, an unearlthly moan seems to echo from below the tomb prompting Morticia to speak, "Buried alive." Fester turned his gaze from the tomb containing an alive member of the Addams' to the Matriarch of the family as she continued, "Psychopaths, fiends, mad-dog killers ─ roots, Fester. Pioneers. Lest we forget."

Among the statuary is a Marble Vulture posed with the dignity of an eagle on a flagpole however, the flagpole is actually a replica of Fester's bald head; the sight of it sent a wave of distant familiarity and sorrow through Fester's body. "Your beloved Muerto. After you left, he was simply. . . A different vulture. He wouldn't circle. He wouldn't peck. That's how much you mean to this family," Morticia expressed openly to her brother-in-law. They continue their walk until they reached the mausoleum where Mother and Father Addams lie, it stands on a knoll, the highest point in the cemetery. Poison Ivy covers the dilapidated Greco-Rome tomb; Mother and Father Addams have been dipicted as a God and Goddess, charioteers driving their steeds to the Netherworld.

Morticia gazes up at the likenesses of Mother and Father Addams however, Fester turns his gaze away shamefully ─ feeling as though they were staring directly at him. "Mother and Father Addams. . . Imagine what we owe them. Oh, Fester, how I wish the children could have known them better. How I wish Mother Addams could have met sweet Cleopatra ─ she would have loved Wednesday's beloved. But tell that to an angry mob," Morticia expressed to Fester, she noticed how he avoided the gazes of his parents. Morticia turned to trace the family crest carved into the Mausoleum, the top of the crest is a vulture.

The background composed of three lion heads ─ in one panel, a huntsman holds open the lions head; In another panel, the lion has swallowed him up to his torso; In the last panel, the lion has swallowed the huntsman whole but for one dangling foot. On a banner across the bottom is the family's motto in Latin, the Matriarch spoke up, "Three lions rampant. The vulture ascendant. And our credo, Sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc." Morticia turned to Fester as she translated it, "We gladly feast on those who would subdue us." It was a warning to Fester, a promise that the family would fight back against any who threatened them. "Not just pretty words. As an Addams, you understand completely, don't you?" Morticia confirmed her promise.

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Wednesday Addams swore this was Heaven for him. He held Cleopatra against him, her head on his chest as she slept safely and peacefully in his arms. Her lips were still slightly swollen from the few hours they had spent kissing here and there between talking about anything that really came to mind. Though there was no label yet, he was more focused on the fact that she felt something more than just friendship for him. He knew this was all knew to her, she was only beginning to experience the change of platonic emotions to romantic with him and he would be patient with her; taking it at a slow pace per her desire. Despite the fact that every part of him wished to see her under him, whimpering his name.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Wednesday knew how to respect his girls decisions; an Addams will always let the woman lead their dance of life. And as he brushed his fingers up and down her back as a way to continue to comfort the woman as she slept, he knew in his heart that he wouldn't have to wait too long for Cleopatra to take the next step for them. Years of yearning for the girl in his arms was worth it and he'd wait a thousand more years for her. Three soft taps on his door caught his attention, he turned his gaze from watching Cleopatra sleep ─ ensuring no nightmares lurked in her mind ─ and noticed his mother standing at the door. "I believe her theory is correct," Morticia spoke clearly before smiling softly, "She will make a wonderful Addams." Wednesday smiled at that, "Indeed she will."

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At school, it didn't take others long to notice that something had changed between Cleopatra and Wednesday as the two were much more clingy than normal ─ well, moreso, Wednesday was more needy around Cleopatra. He barely left her side and glared at any male that gave the sweet brunette a flirty or suggestive look. But Pugsley was the one who voiced it, commenting on how his brother and Cleopatra had clearly started something and there would be no going back on it. And there was one person who had been clearly unhappy about this information. Christopher Moore glared harshly at Wednesday whenever he saw him ─ especially when he was being affectionate with Cleopatra.

Cleopatra felt irritated by the school, they had volunteered her to perform a song alongside the school's most popular girls ─ refusing to do so would affect her credits. Wednesday tried to help her find a way out of it however, he was faced with the information of needing to perform something for the school's performances and so, he and Pugsley decided on doing their own play. Cleopatra had spent some time talking to the other girls about what they would perform, she hated all of their choices finding them too much for a high school performance in front of parents and teachers. She was starting to think the loss of credits would be completely worth it.

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After school, Cleopatra walked hand-in-hand with Wednesday back to the Hayden home where the family greeted the two happily. Leaving Wednesday to speak with her older brother about his troubled relationship, Cleopatra headed into her room to change from the jeans and sweater she wore to school into a tennis skirt with a random t-shirt, slipping her flats on before heading downstairs, tying her hair back out of her face. Wednesday and Jasper looked back at Cleopatra, the former looked her up and down, he loved when Cleopatra wore tennis skirts. "Hey, ready to go?" Cleopatra asked Wednesday who nodded. "Thanks for the advice, Wednesday. I'm gonna go talk to my girl," Jasper spoke as he and Wednesday shared a bro-hug before Jasper left.

"Shall we?" Cleopatra asked Wednesday, he nodded his head and held out his arm to her; she interlinked her own with his before the two left the Hayden home. "Everything okay between Jasper and Alexa?" Cleopatra asked Wednesday as they began the trek to the Addams home. She knew that Jasper had been having some troubles with his girlfriend so she knew that Wednesday would be the best person for Jasper to speak with as he'd be blunt and honest. "He wasn't communicating on his behalf while she was too secretive on her own," Wednesday assured Cleopatra, his hand high and a softened blank expression upon his face. "Thank you for talking to him. He doesn't like to burden me even if it isn't so," Cleopatra expressed.

Wednesday simply nodded his head before the two fell silent for the remainder of their walk, upon reaching the Addams home, Wednesday lead Cleopatra straight upstairs and into his room. Cleopatra smiled amused as the lock on his door snapped shut, the small new runes carved into it caused a silver shine over the room for a moment before fading back to normal. "Since when did you start working on Runes?" Cleopatra asked as she watched as Wednesday loosened his tie followed by removing his blazer. "Since my little brother doesn't understand the importance of not disturbing my time with you," Wednesday replied as he sat down on the couch within his room.

Runes weren't an easy feat for Necromancers, so to see that Wednesday was already perfecting them stirred butterflies within Cleopatra's stomach. The success of it is equivalent to your partner getting you vip tickets to meet your favourite singer or actor. It took years for most to perfect their rune work and others millenniums to successfully complete one. But she should have known Wednesday would be good at it, he was good at just about everything revolving around magic. Wednesday leaned back against the couch, seated in a man-spread, his arms resting on the back of the couch. The sight was something to behold, a God sitting upon a throne without a worry of war knocking down his door.

Cleopatra made slow and steady steps towards Wednesday who watched her every move, she leaned forward and rested her hands on his chest. Wednesday felt anticipation burning pleasurably through his body, he was eager to let her lead until she gave the green light for him to take charge ─ there would be no turning back at that point. Cleopatra sat down with her thighs either side of Wednesday, he adjusted his legs so they weren't so widespread. Cleopatra's not used to the feeling of desire burning within her chest but since the kiss shared between the two just the day before, she couldn't fight it any longer. Cleopatra leaned forward and softly kissed Wednesday, she pulled back and smiled as Wednesday moved forward to chase her lips.

"You, cara mia, are a true blessing," Wednesday muttered before placing his hand on the back of her head, pulling her forward to claim her lips. Cleopatra deepened the kiss, pushing her body closer to Wednesday's; an action that spurred a throaty groan from Wednesday. He pulled back and gripped her waist tight, his eyes closed as he focused on his breathing along with trying his hardest to stay in control. Cleopatra opened her eyes and watched as Wednesday's eyes slowly opened, no longer were they a beautiful dark brown, but rather they were as black as the void; his magic coursing through him ─ Necromancers typically were possessive lovers and the sight of those eyes confirmed his heart belonged to her.

Cleopatra cupped his face in her hands, she leaned forward with a slight smirk on her face before leaning in towards his ear. "Mon corbeau, pourquoi te retenir de ce qui est à toi?" Cleopatra whispered seductively, the echo of French leaving her lips was indeed Wednesday's breaking point. He turned his head and claimed her lips with such rough movements that Cleopatra felt excitement burn through her. Oxygen didn't seem to matter to either of them, their lips fought for dominance over the other but Wednesday never backed down from a challenge ─ in which he clearly won. Cleopatra bucked her hips against Wednesday, the friction stirred feelings in the lower parts of their stomachs.

As much as Wednesday wished to continue this, to take full claim of the one he would one day call his wife, he wanted to do this right. Wednesday pulled away from Cleopatra, smirking at the sight of her flushed needy expression. "Calm yourself, cara mia, there will be time for more exploration in the future," Wednesday told her, his voice low and raspy from the heated kiss between them. "Wednesday..." Cleopatra whined, the sound echoed through his mind as a plea to continue but his respect for her and the wishes she told him when they were younger ─ Cleopatra wanted to stay a virgin until she was eighteen, only a few months to wait. "I know, Mon Colombe, but I want to do this right. So, Cleopatra Hayden, will you go on a date with me?" Wednesday asked, his hands resting on the sides of her thighs. "Yes," Cleopatra answered quickly.

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Rosemary Speaks. . .

Oh wow... another chapter!? Who am I!?

Anyway, I figured I'd focus a little more on these two before jumping back into canon.

What should their date be?

Thoughts, Suggestions or Questions

See you in the next chapter!

p.s: the translation of her french is "My crow, why hold back from what is yours?" directly from google translate so if its wrong, blame google, not me <3