The Deal
"Babes," he said in a low growl, "you shouldn't say those things…" Lydia smiled seductively up at him. He looked down at her as she pressed her hand against his chest, bringing the rest of her body dangerously closer to him. She looked up at him with a mixture of fear and longing. Her hands trembled against him. "What if I want to say those things, Beej?" she asked. Beetlejuice took an unnecessary breath. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Lydia Deetz was coming on to him, and doing a damn good job of it too. He looked at her for a moment. A sly smile passed over his lips. He had a strong feeling that she was still a virgin, even though every word, every action pointed to the contrary. The way she was touching him told him that even if she was a virgin, she wasn't planning on being one for much longer. He took her face in both his hands and looked into her eyes. Another unnecessary breath escaped his lips. "Lyds," he said pointedly, "are you a…." he stopped as he saw the blush creeping onto her cheeks. Like she was reading his mind, "Yes, Beej. I am" she replied shyly. She repeated his action, by placing her hands on his face and looking deep into his eyes. "I want you to be my first," she said matter-of-factly. He realized talking her out of it wasn't going to happen. *Oh man,* he thought, *I am gonna be so fucked for this…no pun intended.* Beetlejuice traced the outline of her face with his finger. If he was going to be her first, he was going to have to take it slow and gentle. He just hoped he could control himself. He let his fingers slide down the curve of her neck and onto her shoulders. He lowered his lips to hers, only grazing them slightly. His slow deliberate caresses were torture. She wanted him to kiss her, really kiss her. When his hand found its' way to the small of her back, something inside her came alive. She became bold, crushing her lips to his in a bruising kiss that surprised him. His lips devoured hers, tasting the sweetness of them. He pulled away slightly, looking at her. He had been taken aback by the ferocity of her kiss, and when she fisted her fingers in his hair again and pulled him in for another, all pretense of "taking it slow" was forgotten. He turned and pressed her against the wall, and slid his knee between her thighs. Lydia let out a soft moan, sending a shiver down his spine. She unwound her fingers from his hair and placed her hands on his chest. Her fingers trembled as she began working to release the buttons. When she had worked a few buttons free, she slid her hands inside his shirts. The feel of him beneath her fingers was incredible. The heat from her hands felt as though it was being absorbed by his skin. Beetlejuice responded by pulling her into another maddeningly slow kiss. Lydia instinctively ran her nails down his sides, eliciting a low growl from him. He pressed his body harder against her and grasped her hips. A breathless moan escaped her as she arched to get even closer. "Babes," he breathed, "no going back now…" Lydia looked up at him. The beckoning heat in her eyes was an unspoken invitation and it caused him to utter an almost animalistic sound. He slid his hands down her body, grasping her legs behind her knees. He lifted her slightly and wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bed, teasing her with hungry little kisses. "Happy birthday, babes," he whispered. So much for his plan….Lydia had won.
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