I just had to call it this title because it made me giggle =) This story is inspired in part by the universe described by FairDrea's "Tempest." Great story lady – you are an artist. It starts out smutty, but there's real meat to the story, trust me. And eventually there's some Prince Vince action obviously (because I love him so! ^_^) but really this is just a romantic little diddy for a great couple, BJ/Lydz. To quote Betty Boop. "What a lucky girl." I don't own BJ/Lydz or any of these concepts except Mythras. Not doing this for money, just for love. =) Strictly Cartoonverse, btw, with only one small reference to movieverse events (and BJ steals his movieverse taxi driver outfit for most of it).
The full length mirror in Lydia's New York apartment, meant just for Beetlejuice's use to enter the realm of the living (although it had been used at times for naughty escapades in their private moments together), revealed a mostly clean-looking poltergeist. Save the bits of grave moss and dirt that clung to his clothes, he was relatively bug and maggot free, which he had been making an effort to be since he and Lydia had become an item nearly a year ago. Instead of just leaving them in his hair and whatnot, he put them in a snack bag in his pocket. He found it rather inconvenient while joyously engrossed in passionate sex to have a roach crawl out from somewhere. It just seemed to kill the mood a little. He didn't bathe often still (more than he used to though) because Lydia had grown very fond of his Earthy smell, declaring it comforting and familiar, and that was just fine by him. Although he had learned that taking showers could be fun, with the proper motivation. And Lydia naked and wet, her long raven hair clinging to her gorgeous back and tiny streams cascading through her every crevasse definitely counted as proper motivation.
Instead of his normal suit he was wearing his red tank top, khakis and his long trench coat. With his hands in his pockets, he whistled for his lover, announcing his presence, trying hard to repress the practically giddy excitement floating around in his stomach that seemed to materialize every time he saw her. It had been happening consistently since they had first met, but when things had gotten more romantic he would say it had definitely intensified.
"Hey babes, you back from class yet?"
He looked at his four watches. He didn't really need to ask if she was back yet – he knew her college schedule inside and out. She should be in the kitchen right now, cooking. But he heard nothing.
The apartment was big with two floors, thanks to Charles' connections and endless gobs of money (not that Lydia couldn't hold her own; her photographs were doing well in two or three galleries). The living room had a few pieces of stylish furniture and a fireplace, but mostly it was filled with half-empty canvases and some bolts of fabric, along with Lydia's dressform. A mostly completed black ballgown was pinned to it – sleeveless and just the right kind of shimmery. She'd been working on that dress for months.
A spiral staircase sat in the middle which led up to a loft-like bedroom. There were big beautiful windows up there that revealed the entire skyline of New York. He would have noticed the view more except his attention was always focused on Lydia, whether they were making love with the skyline behind them, sleeping, watching TV or making jokes. At the age of 25, Lydia was even more witty and fascinating than she ever had been, if that were even possible. She could always keep up with his jokes but the stingers she often retorted now were very smart. And BJ had always appreciated a good brain. He was a lot smarter than he let on.
And what man, honestly, wouldn't want to give this woman 100% of their attention? Beautiful, smart, funny… every time she even mentioned another guy's name he was tempted to juice the hell out of him just to make them wary enough to get lost. Not that he really doubted her loyalty… deep down he knew he was the only one for her. What other guy would love her taking pictures of tarantulas in the house, or watch the latest bad scifi movie with her? …Or be as totally sex-crazed as she was? A thirteen-year-old boy's libido paled in comparison. Or maybe it was just him that inspired that in her. Damn, that made him feel good to think about.
He suddenly spotted a sticky note on the ottoman near the mirror. He grinned.
"Going to be thirty minutes late! Love you – Lydz"
She had drawn little black hearts all around the edge of the note. His grin got even wider.
"Dames…" he snorted. "You know I love em."
"I'm home! Beej? You there?" He heard from the hallway. He turned himself into a dog and started barking happily, wagging his tail, then howling. Lydia laughed as she put her portfolio and purse down and slid off her shoes. She had done her hair so nicely – it was in a half-do - very big and bouffant up top and the rest smooth and silky down her back all the way to her butt. She was wearing leggings, a turtle neck sweater, and the brooch BJ had given her many years ago. She always wore it now – she laughingly called it their 'going steady' pin.
"Ohboyohboyohboyohboy!" he said happily. "C'mon babes, let me out! Time to take this pooch for a walk, if you know what I mean. Hehehe."
Lydia smirked and sauntered in front of the mirror. "Hm, I'm not so sure." She teased.
He poofed back into himself, shifting his eyes mischievously back and forth. "Lydz, you're killing me here… again. Pft. Seriously though, you should hang your panties and bras on the frame of this thing." He gestured to the frame of the mirror. "That way when you're late coming home I can pretend to be smelling ya."
She always smelled of autumn; leaves and the cool breeze with a hint of coffee and evergreen. And that was just her natural smell (except for the coffee, which she just drank a lot). Her shampoo smell was vanilla. God, when those smells all combined in his nose it was intoxicating.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Were you lonely while I was out?" Again with the teasing. Damn it, she was wearing her ruby red lipstick. That smile was too charming, too seductive. He wondered sometimes if she even had a clue what she did to him.
Well, she's gotta have some idea if she's wearing her red lipstick again. Damn it all.
"Babes… every second is eternity. And believe me, I know the meaning of eternity."
Lydia laughed again and put her fingers to her lips. "Maybe I'll just throw all my clothes on it now and leave you inside."
"Aw come on! Just let me out already! Don't be cruel, babes. I can't take this anymore. I've been waiting around all day. Do we gotta play charades again or what? Did you forget my name or something?"
She just smiled her coy little smile and started to peel off her turtleneck, instantly shutting BJ up. His mouth dropped to the floor as her black lacey bra was exposed, her healthy amount of cleavage practically overflowing from the cups. BJ started to salivate.
"Dirty old man." She said seductively.
"Watch it, little girl. You should be nice to your elders. I got 750 years on you."
"Oh I'll be nice to you alright."
Gently she slid her leggings off. The thong she had on underneath had a little bow in the center of the back. This whole scenario had obviously been pre-planned. And the plan was working.
"Babes, you're driving me wild…!"
BJ turned into a race car and started speeding around in every direction. Gently Lydia unsnapped her bra and let her beautiful breasts escape their prison… so deliciously plump and ready to be sucked on. Swinging it seductively, she threw it over the top of the mirror. She made fast work of the thong, giving it the same treatment.
A sudden change came over the ghost. His eyes glowed red. His snake-like tongue licked his lips. He came very close to the bottom of the mirror as Lydia, now completely naked, strattled the mirror on the floor and began to slowly touch herself.
"Come on babes, the devil's hungry. Show me how good that feels."
He could see all of her, plain as day. She was dripping wet all over her fingers, all over the floor. It drove him mad to see her spread eagle in shameless abandon, completely subject to her desire. It didn't take her long to drive herself over the edge – as she approached it she moaned loudly and shouted his name.
"Beetlejuice, oh… Beetlejuice… BEETLEJUICE!"
Instantly he was on top of her, sliding into her, savagely sucking at her neck, hands all over her breasts. It was always such a shock to enter her, his body always being so cold and hers being so warm. She practically screamed at the sensation – quickly he clamped his hand over her mouth. He was so hard it was nearly painful, and her soft warmth sent electricity through his nerve endings. The whole experience overloaded him; savagely he crammed his tongue into her mouth, doing battle with her tongue as her nails raked his back. With a deep grunt he held her close as he climaxed, her legs shivering while wrapped around his waist. After a moment or two, they both chuckled, a reaction to let off steam coming down off such intensity.
"Babes, I couldn't wait for you to get home…"
She smiled and looked into his eyes. "I thought about you all day."
He rolled over off her but kept his hands on her stomach, gently stroking her skin. Her hair was spilling all over the shaggy rug they were on in beautiful waves. He loved looking at it. It reminded him of the beach at night not too long ago, when he and Lydia had gone together. By the bright moonlight they had made love underwater… and her hair had looked so beautiful floating like a curtain of fabric in the wind…
"Beej? You still with me?"
He grinned in a goofy way and touched her hair. "Yeah Lydz. I'm fine. Just thinkin' I'm the luckiest dead guy around is all."
She laughed.
"You know what?" he continued. "That was fun. You should keep me trapped in that mirror more often."
She laughed, tracing her fingers along his arm. "I think I will."
"So what kept you, babes? Why were you late? I mean, not that it's not okay you were late or anything. I'm always telling you if you wanna hang out with friends or something, that's great. Gotta live your life and all…"
"Oh don't start that again." She huffed. "I have plenty of friends, and I hang out with them enough. I just miss you when I'm away."
"I know babes, but you're…"
"Alive. Yes, I know. And you're dead. We've been over this Beej a hundred times. I'm living my life exactly the way I want to, so stop worrying about it."
He smiled. "Okay, babes. Just wanna make sure." They exchanged a little peck of a kiss and settled into an embrace.
"I was at the library." She said. "I needed an extra few minutes there to work on my paper for art history."
"Man, I love libraries! They're so fun to mess up!"
"Which is exactly why I didn't tell you where I was."
"Lydz, I can't believe my ears!"
She sighed exasperatedly. "Look, you know normally I'd be up for it, but I've just been in a hurry to get home lately. I don't want to waste any time on campus."
"I don't blame you. Who can resist staying away from this stud for more than five minutes?"
"No, that's not it. I mean, of course I miss you, but…" Lydia now looked a little tense. It was worrying BJ a little to see her like this. "the thing is that I think there might be someone stalking me."
"How come you say that?"
"There's a man with black hair in black clothes that seems to appear wherever I go. He's in the coffee shop when I go by there in the evenings, he's in the hallways when I'm walking to my night classes… he was even at my last show opening."
Inside BJ's mind a small battle was now waging. On one side he was trying to stay calm, so as not to alarm her. After all, this guy could be anyone, including just her imagination. The other side had swiftly decided to find this fucker and utterly destroy him, regardless of his guilt or innocence. If he was freaking out Lydz, this guy was toast. Quickly the aggression won.
"Let's go find him right now, babes. I'll show him who's boss."
"No, I don't want you to hurt anybody," she said sadly. "Just… I want you to come to my graduation gallery opening on Friday. I was going to ask you to come with me anyway, but now they'll be another reason for you to be there. I need you to keep an eye out for this guy. …I don't feel safe, BJ."
Lydia curled into his arms, whispering gently. It wasn't like her to be so vulnerable. BJ fell absentmindedly into stroking her back.
"Don't worry about a thing. Nothing's gonna happen while I'm around."
She smiled. BJ thought for a moment.
"You really were gonna ask me to come to the show? You want me to be out in public n'stuff?"
"Yes, I do. There's no one else I want to spend the evening with more than you. It's really important to me to have your support."
"But your parents are gonna be there. And all your friends. You sure you wanna go down that road? Out us to everybody?"
Happily she kissed him deeply on the lips. Then she whispered, "Don't ask questions you already know the answer to."
