I don't own any of these characters, they belong to Tim Burton, but I do own the plot. PLease reveiw, this is my very first fan-fic and I hope you enjoy the lemon-aid!

At Long Last

Thunder rolled in the dark night sky, and the rain splattered down against the glass of the window. The thunder seemed to rattle the house as it rattled her soul. The drapes were drawn over her balcony doors as was all her other widows covered. She sat on the floor by her canopy bed and thought very hard about the last six years. Is Delia right? Has my imagination simply gotten the better of me? He just simply has to be real. She looked over at her mirror that sat above her dresser, she tried to peer into the depths but to no avail. How could I just imagined it all? It's impossible! All the adventures we had, all the crazy things he did, and most of all why would I dream up his disgusting habits?

What is wrong with her? I've never seen her this upset, what did Delia say to her now- say it, dammit! She's just sitting there with her head on her knees, that look is killing me, he laughed to himself at his own pun. I hate this-say it and it'll be all better. he stood there, off to the side watching her through the mirror, he knew he wasn't supposed to have it, but he kept it anyway. Who in their right mind was going to tell him "no"? he followed many of the other rules albeit have heartedly just to keep the administrators off his back.

Say it

She looked up.

That's it….say it

She just couldn't have been imagining that. But, Delia said that because I didn't have many friends that sometimes the mind plays tricks on you. People then begin to make up friends out of loneliness. But, I know I heard something. She looked over at her mirror and she jumped for she thought she witnessed movement therein. Don't be silly, there's nothing there.

Say it

"Who's there?", she spoke aloud then felt silly. There's no one there. She looked up at her mirror once more and thought she saw a faint green glow….she shook her head, don't be silly there is nothing there….she sighed, his eyes where green she thought allowing herself to fall into a reverie of some sort…"maybe I should say it…" Lightning flashes filled the room that was only lit by candle light.

Yes, please say it…

It wasn't like him to beg, but he had to see her, he had to convince her of something , but he wasn't sure what. She had to say it, he had to see her. Desperation crept into his veins, it was a new feeling for him. Desperate to see her, desperate to talk to her, desperate to hug her, hold her….whoa, where did THAT come from, hold her?

She couldn't stand the way she was feeling. The uncertainty was eating away at her like a dread disease. She had to say it, Delia couldn't be right about this. How many times had she have been right about other things in her life? She made her mind up she was going to say it!

He jumped for joy by the mirror she was gonna say it at last, he had been aching to hear it ring in his ears even though it had only been a week since he had last seen her….

She walked over to her table, she was so very nervous. Why am I nervous? I've done this a thousand times over the years. She cracked her knuckles, as though that would prepare her for what she was about to do. She waved her hands over a flickering candle and took a deep breath.

"Though I know I should be wary, still I summon someone scary, ghostly haunting I set loose….Beetlejuice…Beetlejuice…Beetlejuice!", no sooner than she uttered those words than her balcony doors flew open and the gusts of wind blew the drapes high and the winds hit her hard, she was levitated into the air and her clothing magically transformed to a red cape-like adornment draping over her body. I just can't be imagining this! Thunder cracked loudly and lightning flashed so brightly it was as though it were daylight. She glanced at her mirror, which had began to ripple, and she felt a tingle of excitement race through her body, electrifying her, she watched as a single black boot emerged ,them a leg, then suddenly she saw his familiar face with a mischievous grin.

"It's showtime!!", the being exclaimed with maniacal laughter, "I knew you'd say it Lyds!", as Lydia floated back down to the floor.

"Oh, Beet.. ", she stopped herself. "Beej", she ran to him, hugging him tightly.

Whoa, he thought to himself, she never hugged me this tightly. She looked up at him " I knew you weren't just imaginary"

"What kind of crap has everyone been feeding you?"

"Delia was trying to.." she started and he cut her off…

" I knew it, why did you let her say that, let her make you think that?"

"I don't know, BJ, I guess just since I've been getting older all these things just seem a bit unbelievable", She said as Beetlejuice stood there and screamed as his head revolved many time around "I guess that would be a bit unbelievable, know what I mean?" he said and Lydia giggled. He loved it when she giggled…wait, what's wrong with me, he thought, this it so wrong. She looked up at him with her beautiful large eyes…wait, beautiful? What's wrong with me!?

"Beetlejuice, what's wrong?" , she knew something was bothering him, something deep inside.

"Nothin, Lyds", he said and shrugged as he floated above her head

"Don't lie to me, Beej"

"Would I lie to you?", he said, trying to avoid her gaze.

"Yes, you would", she said closing her arms. The action caused her breast to be pushed together ever so slightly and Beetlejuice took notice. What's wrong with me, I can't look at her that way! She's my friend! All of these thoughts, I can't think of her that way, she's my friend , my Lyds. Whoa, my Lyds? What's wrong with me?

" So what are we gonna do with that annoying step-mother of yours?", he said trying to change the subject, " want me to hang her from the ceiling, OOO, I know, let's throw her into the Neitherworld! Wouldn't that be a barrel of monkeys!" he turned into a monkey and walked around her scratching himself and she laughed and once again he felt something within him at the sound of her laughter. This can't continue, she's my friend, she's a human and she'd think me an even bigger pervert than what she already does. She looked at him closely , trying to see what he was trying to hide. He felt as though he could have sweated under her gaze, he poofed back to his usual self. She looked st him and thought of the confusing week she just endured at the hands of Delia.

She thought she had dreamed this being, somewhere in the recesses of her mind. Although she knew, she had to know that her friend, her Beetlejuice had to be real. Her Beetlejuice? Where did that thought come from? She wasn't sure, but she was sure of was that fact that she was thrilled to finally get to see him again.

She hugged him suddenly throwing Beetlejuice off-guard, and he wrapped his arms around her and breathed deeply her lovely scent, if he had a pulse, his heart would be racing right along with all the thoughts streaming in his mind, where had that come from? Why did she do that?

He wanted to surrender to the wonderful feelings that had begun to flow through his body, he had to fight it, fight it! Oh, but, oh how good she felt there in his arms, how good her warmth felt against him, and he was wondering what she was thinking.

She backed away quite shaken, what was that? He's my best friend, what must he think of me, I can't let myself think like this…he's dead after all….but, oh, it felt so good to be wrapped in his arms to feel the coolness that enveloped him around her.

He studied her face, she felt something, I know she did! "What's wrong, Babes?", he asked, she was almost waiting for him to call her that, she loved how it made her feel, come on now, you can't do this, but how come something that's so wrong feel like it's meant to be.

She looked at him wondering what was in his thoughts. His mind raced around, too fast to pin thoughts down, even to fast to pin down what he was feeling, he decided to act, he pulled her close and kissed her firmly, she was surprised and stiffened.

She had to surrender to this feeling, she wrapped her arms around his neck. She responded to his kiss by parting her lips, freely granting him access to her mouth. She felt his gentle, probing tongue explore her own.

How hot she felt! He thought, wildly, how hot her entire body felt, how hot! He broke the kiss to look into her big beautiful eyes, he saw unsure, nervousness, he felt her heart racing as she clung to him, "So beautiful," he murmured, he kissed her lips once more and she moaned lightly, he had never heard such a noise escape her lips and it excited him, it excited him deep inside. He wanted to make her do it again, and he kissed her neck lightly and again a light moan, he stayed at her neck and left light kisses all along her pale neck.

He stood back from her to look at her, she wanted more of this wondrous feeling he was giving her, and she pulled him to her and kissed his lips to her surprise where quite soft. It had never once entered her mind that his lips could be soft, I wonder what else is soft, is his entire body soft like this?

Oh, her lips where simply wonderful to taste, such a sweetness there. He wanted more, he wanted to taste all of her. He pulled his hands from around her back to hold her face and stroke her cheek, he wanted to let them wander all over her body. He let a hand rest on her breast and he heard her gasp and then moan in pleasure, that sound electrified his entire being and continued to caress her soft breast with his hand., and she pulled back, undressing in front of him. The sight of her pale naked body simply threw him for a loop. "your so beautiful", he murmured pulling her toward him.

He kissed her cheek, then moved to her lips, all the while listening to her beautiful moans. He moved to kiss the crevasse between her breasts and she gasped. He took a breast in his hand as fondled it gently and he watched her put her head back with enjoyment he looked with wonder at the pink nipple before him and he took it into his mouth and heard a moan escaped her lips. He sucked and reveled in it's warmth, he rose to hold her close and kissed her lips. He let his hand wander down her stomach, to such a place of intense warmth he gasped.

"Oh, Babes your skin is so hot", he breathed in her ear and she answered with a moan of delight, she couldn't speak, all this pleasure almost seemed to much to handle. Is this what it's like?, she thought. He felt for that wonderful spot that was the center of all pleasure, she squealed and he knew he was there. The wetness amazed him and he was overwhelmed with the thought of tasting her.

He picked her up with one swoop that surprised, and she looked at him languidly and leaned against him giving him tiny kisses on his face that sent shivers down his spine. He laid her down on the bed and hovered over her, looking at her beautiful body, he descended to lay on her, he wished to feel her heat on his entire body and he decided to make his clothes disappear. She gasped at the sight of him suddenly naked. His body was beyond pale in it's ghostly pallor. His pupils were dilated and his green eyes glowed, he wanted her. But, not yet. He wanted to please her first. He wanted her to experience pleasure at his hands.

He was laying between her thighs, she looked at him with anticipation, and he went to lick her and she moaned in delight. He didn't know just how must longer he could withstand her moans. She tasted so sweet to him as he licked her most sensitive places, she squirmed underneath his touch. Her breath came in pants and inaudible words escaped her lips.

"Oh, oh, Beej! Uhh!", she gasped. She couldn't believe wonderful this felt, how intense his cold tongue felt on her hot skin, he felt as though she was going to explode from somewhere deep inside, never before had she felt like this, "Don't stop, it's so wonderful", she breathed and he felt such a rush at hearing her breathless words, he continued licking, sucking and tasting her, she arched to him, thrusting and thrashing her hips wildly with a scream she was there, with waves of intense passion, she was there, With a scream of his name, she was there. He tasted the new wetness and licked all that he could, he wanted all of it. He looked up at her, he realized at that moment he loved her, she was a beautiful sight to behold.

'Beej?", she breathed

"Hmmm?", he asked

"That was the best thing I have ever experienced"

"do you want more of me?" he asked not entirely sure if he could restrain himself another moment

"Oh,yes", she breathed, she didn't know quite what she was wanting, she only knew that more of him was the answer. He raised up on his elbows then to his hands and knees. He slowly moved up to her kissing as he went, still reveling in her warmth. He sensed something might be wrong and he looked up at her.

"Babes? What is it, what's wrong?", he asked

"please be gentle", she whispered

"I promise I will be, I never want to hurt you"

He lowered himself on to her, he felt her warm body underneath his own. He was beyond ready to enter her depths, he was there between her legs. She opened to him, inviting him in.. he slowly ventured, wanting to be cautious. He heard her gasp in slight pain, he laid still, "Oh", he breathed and he waited for her to adjust to his size inside her. "You so hot in there, Babes, it's wonderful!", he said and she began to move against him. He began a slow and steady thrust and he moaned. She felt better than he ever thought possible. He leaned down to kiss her and their tongues mingled together. Their moans mingled together until they reached a fever pitch. Lydia screamed out in pleasure, waves racking her body yet again. Beetlejuice felt his own pleasure mount to immeasurable peaks, he had almost forgotten what being with a women even felt like, but he never remembered it being this incredible. He guessed then that it had to be because of Lydia.

"Lydia, I love you"