AN: Because there is a serious lack of Luigi/Mag fanfiction - serious or not. (In this case, not.)

"Where are you taking me?" She was blindfolded, him pushing her from behind.

"You'll see."

"Not currently."

"That's why I was using the futuristic tense." Soon after, he removed the blindfold.

Mag screamed. "What the fuck is your issue, Luigi? We could fall and die horrible, horrible deaths!"

They were standing on a cliff high above an ocean - higher than the city's broken bridge.

"I thought it would help in convincing you." Luigi's arms wrapped around Mag's waist.

Mag dared not struggle - she didn't want to fall. "Convince me of what?"

"To poison the old man and then marry me."

"Are you drunk?"

"Maybe, but that's not the point."

Mag sighed. "Alright. Get me off of this damn cliff and I'll even kiss you." Her eyes widened as she felt herself leaning forward. "Not THAT way."

About fifteen minutes later their lips met in a kiss. The kiss multiplied into two. Four. Sixteen. Then there was even more physical activity and Mag ended up pregnant.

-FIN-