"Come on Lydia, make up with him!" Tiffany pleaded, followed by frantic nods from the rest of the group.
"Yeah, you won't even tell us what he did!" whined Gabby, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.
Lydia huffed, rolling her eyes and laying her head on the table.
"He, purposely I might add, started a fight between Gage and my dad. Now my dad likes him even less than he already did before!"
Hannah smiled cheekily.
"Hmm, sounds like jealousy to me."
"I still think he's got the hots for you," Ashley said with a wink.
Lydia glanced up at her friends before shying away again. They stared expectantly, waiting. A light pink dusted her cheeks as she spoke.
"…he said he was attracted to me…"
All the girls did a double take, jaws dropping in silent shock.
"WHAAAAAT?"
"SSSSHHHHH!"
They all quieted, not wishing to call upon the wrath of the librarian.
"He said that? Like, to your face?" Ashley whispered in excited disbelief.
"…Yeah…."
"Oh my god why didn't you call us when it happened!" Tiffany exclaimed.
"Because he had a fuck'n boner at the time!" Lydia snapped angrily, but then paled soon after. She'd said too much. The girls all leaned in closer, cornering Lydia until she fessed up. Realizing there was no way she was going to get out of this Lydia looked away before retelling what happened. Of course, she left out the parts of Beetlejuice floating, and everything else relating to his deceased state. She didn't have to look up to see the shocked looks and giddy smiles.
"Wow Lydia…just…wow…" Hannah finally said, shaking her head and trying to fight off a smile.
"What she said," Ashley giggled.
"That's…the most romantic thing I ever heard," Tiffany sighed, earning a few odd looks.
"Masturbating aside," Gabby began. "You gotta go talk to him. We all really want him to come Friday."
Lydia chewed her bottom lip, thinking back to their plan of another sleepover. Her house was definitely going to be full. Everyone was going to bring their boyfriend, even her own. But the girls also wanted Beej to come as well, and Lydia, though not as mad but continuing to be stubborn, didn't want to cause trouble between him and Gage. Her friends didn't let up however, and Lydia finally gave in.
"All right already! I'll go talk to him…"
XxXxXxXxX
Lydia scanned the area around the Neitherworld entrance, fiddling nervously with the edge or her spider silk mini skirt. She'd intended to bring Beej to her room, on her turf to boost her confidence. But it seems the summons had other plans, and Lydia steeled herself as she began trudging to the roadhouse. She really didn't know what to say when she got there. What should she do? Force him to apologize? No, he already (albeit reluctantly) apologized, though he didn't seem sorry. He said he just wanted to mess with Gage, and what he did hadn't been such a big deal. Which, in truth, Lydia really didn't care about it anymore. It would be like all the other times. They fight, she ignores him, and then he uses his (gross yet lovable) charm to worm his way back into her good graces. Sometimes she wanted to kick herself for being so easily manipulated but…it was silly to fight if he apologized. Shaking her head she let a smile creep onto her face. Beetlejuice would always be Beetlejuice, and she would always be there to forgive him. What happened was did out of spite, and jealousy, Lydia understood that much. It was to be expected, her friends had reasoned, and only worth annoyance rather than full blow anger. It was pretty bad to be a girl and have her best friend be male. It almost always caused problems in the relationship area.
"Hello? Jacque? Ginger?" she called upon entering the home.
Silence.
Lydia clicked her tongue, shutting the door behind her before heading to Beetlejuice's room. She was about to call his name when a loud bang erupted from the hallway. Lydia jumped, startled at first but turned curious when the banging became consecutive.
"Beej?" she whispered to herself, slowing her pace to try and make out the other noises coming from his room. There was a definite shuffling, like fabric, and animalistic grunts male and female alike. Lydia was suddenly aware of what she was hearing, and the realization caused her heart to jump start. Her best friend was having sex! Her first instinct should have been to turn around and go home, but instead she found herself frozen. She had stopped a few feet away from the door, and after a few moments the initial shock wore off. Curiosity began to take over as wet slapping sounds drifted into the hallway, and Lydia steeled herself for what she was about to do next. Slowly, she moved closer to the door. Very vulgar words were heard clearer the nearer she got, and Lydia found that none of them made sense to her. What did he mean when he called her a "cock monger"? She was at the door now, noting it was left ajar, and using all the bravery she could muster slowly peaked in. She saw the bed directly across the threshold, and also the distinct profiles of it's occupants.
"Oh god!" screamed a beautiful woman with smooth orange skin and flowing blue-green hair.
Lydia's eyes widened at the woman, her breath taken by the position she was in. She laid on her side, arms gripping the sheets above her head. One leg was raised in the air and resting on Beetlejuice's shoulder as he ruthlessly pounded into her. Lydia's throat went dry at the sight of him. His body wasn't anything spectacular. He sported his normal gut, scrawny arms, and scrawny (as well as hairy) legs. Even his shoulders weren't that impressive, not very broad and certainly not as magnificent as Gage's. But the way he was taking the woman, the confidence, the sureness. He knew what he was doing, and it seemed every little movement threatened to give this woman a pre-mature orgasm. In this moment, he was purely masculine. A man. A fact being shoved in her face more often than not nowadays. She watched, hypnotized as he smoothly switched positions, flipping the woman over onto her knees without breaking his rhythm. He took her like a dog fucking his bitch, and Lydia was slightly scared by his ruthlessness. The woman didn't seem to mind though, only moaning louder and crying out in ecstasy.
"I'm coming! Fuck!" she screamed hoarsely, spasms wracking her body and making it impossible to hold herself up. Beetlejuice was quick to remedy the situation, twisting her onto her back and continuing his unending thrusts.
"I ain't done," he growled, slamming into her harder and angling himself to go deeper. The woman's eyes rolled back as she was forced to take the onslaught of pleasure, unable to escape his grip though she didn't even try.
"I *pant* can't-"
And then she spasmed again, but it was for the last time, for right after she orgasmed her body shut down and she passed out. Beetlejuice growled in frustration, pulling himself out and rolling to the side. He ran a hand through his hair, slammed his fist into the mattress, and then just sat there a moment. Lydia held her breath, torn between leaving or staying to see what he would do next. Beetlejuice looked down at his still hard member and sighed, leaning over and pulling something from his nightstand drawer. Lydia stared at the piece of paper in his hand and realized it was a photo, but she was unable to see anything but the blank back. She watched as he licked his lips and stared, his eyes clouding with a newfound lust and hand reaching for his aching erection. Lydia's breathing sped up as she watched him pump himself, a strange look of need she'd never seen before glinting in his eyes. He whimpered, something that surprised her, and his eyes screwed shut in what seemed like pain.
Then it happened again.
A heat built within Lydia's nether regions as she studied his pleasure filled face. She whimpered in fear at the feeling, having felt it only once before when he'd been the cause. It scared her. She shouldn't feel this way about him! This was Beetlejuice! But she continued to watch, unable to tear her eyes away and unable to squash the strong arousal she felt. Her cheeks burned with shame.
But why? she questioned herself. He's attracted to me…so is it really so bad?
The thought hit her hard, and tears welled up at the emotional overload she was experiencing. But then her attention was diverted as Beetlejuice began moaning in a higher pitch than earlier, and Lydia realized he was about to release. His eyes were fixed on the photo, staring so hard she could have sworn it was about to burst into flames.
And then he came.
But not silently.
"LYDIA!" he growled through clenched teeth, keeling forward and moaning as he released his load all over the photo. He panted heavily afterwards, grimacing at the soiled photo before wiping it off and laying down to go to sleep.
Lydia was gone before his eyes even closed.
XxXxXxXxX
Beetlejuice popped into existence not even an hour after his little rendezvous with what's-her-face. He'd laid in his bed, once again unsatisfied. And it was Lydia's fault. He couldn't get off as easily now since he'd become attracted to her. Even worse, it was becoming more and more difficult to finish before his fuck of choice passed out from pleasure. Sure, he was proud of his abilities, but this was just getting ridiculous. So, after dressing and cleaning off his picture of Lydia once more, he'd found himself to be energetic, and a huge bundle of nerves. Deciding the only way to calm down was to see Lydia, that's exactly what he did. His entrance wasn't grand, but he wasn't subtle in the least.
"Heeeeeeeeey Babes!" he shouted, smiling open mouthed and poofing right behind where she sat at her desk. Lydia shrieked, startling so bad she fell right out of chair. Beetlejuice laughed, absolutely delighted at her wide eyes.
"Geez babes, I mean, I know women practically fall at my feet but I didn't figure you the type!"
He cackled some more, then noticed she wasn't laughing with him. He looked down to find her staring, her pulse racing and her cheeks a bright inferno.
"Babes?" he questioned, reaching for her.
She flinched.
Beetlejuice retracted immediately, floating down to sit right in front of her on the floor. He didn't want to intimidate her by looming over. He made a kicked puppy face, and it seemed to work as Lydia's face softened just a fraction. She still looked scared though.
"Lyds…" he began, then switched tactics. "Lydia, what's wrong?"
She swallowed, then cleared her throat. "Sorry," she said, her voice cracking. "You just scared me." She stood wobbling slightly and dusting off her jeans with shaky hands. A gurgle caught Beetlejuice's attention and he realized Max was in her room. The little boy sat calmly on the floor, stormy eyes staring Beetlejuice down. He panicked for a moment, asking Lydia if it was ok for the boy to see him just poof out of nowhere. Lydia nodded, explaining (quite curtly) that she planned to adjust Maxwell to the supernatural in hopes of him developing a taste for adventures in the Neitherworld. Beetlejuice fidgeted at her tone, floating over to sit next to her in front of Max. They stayed in silence for a moment, each playing with Max as he grabbed their fingers. Beetlejuice leaned back as the kid crawled into his lap, standing and grabbing his face with his tiny hands. Beetlejuice snorted when Max plugged his nose, growling playfully and laughing when the toddler tried to mimic him. Lydia smiled softly, watching Max explore Beetlejuice's face and hair. Beej then burped right in his face, causing Max to get a big whiff of rank breath and making him to grimace.
"Does someth'n smell in here?" he joked, turning his nose up and sniffing.
What he didn't expect was to actually smell something.
He didn't notice Max losing interest and going to Lydia, so shocked he was over the discovery. It was a smell he'd only smelt a couple times before. Something so sweet and intoxicating that it made his mouth water. His head whipped to Lydia, noting how tense and uncomfortable she'd been the whole time he'd been here. And now he knew why.
She was horny.
She was horny for him.
And now he had a boner.
"Fuck…" he muttered, shifting to try and hide his need.
Max turned to him, eyes narrowed and face scrunched. Then he relaxed, mouth opening in a giggle and face turning rosy with the intensity of his smile.
"Fuck!" he laughed, making Lydia gasp and Beetlejuice forget about his erection.
"Beetlejuice!" she exclaimed.
"Shit I didn't-"
"Shit fuck!" Max shouted with glee, holding onto Lydia for balance as he dance in place.
"BEETLEJUICE!" Lydia screamed angrily, but quieted quickly when he placed a hand over her mouth.
"One more time and I'm gone babes," he hissed, but not threatening. Her eyes narrowed in warning and he slowly retracted his hand. Maxwell continued to jump giddily, shouting 'fuck' and 'shit' and 'shit fuck'. Lydia shushed him, but the toddler would not listen, leaving her in favor of running around. Beetlejuice watched the kid, aware Lydia was glaring daggers at him. Then he had an idea.
"Fu-!" Max's speech was cut off suddenly and he jumped in place. Looking around his face scrunched in confusion. "Sh-" Again he jumped as if something had shocked him. He tired it a couple more times, then just stopped all together. His face returned to it's normal blank state as he began amusing himself with a stray dust bunny.
"Beej…what did you do?"
Beetlejuice avoided her eyes, unsure if she would thank him or slap him.
"I juiced yer brother," he explained sheepishly. "Every time he says a bad word he'll get shocked until he learns not to say'em."
Lydia stared at him for a long time, and Beetlejuice didn't have the guts to try and see what she was thinking.
"Like a shock collar for dogs?" she asked slowly.
He nodded, and Lydia sighed heavily.
"I can't say I approve of it…but…" Beetlejuice looked up, a hopeful gleam in his eyes. "As long as you turn it off at some point, I guess it's okay."
Beetlejuice beamed at her exhausted smile, relieved that she wasn't mad at him.
"Oh Babes! Come 'ere!" He tackled her in a hug, knocking them both to the ground in a pile. Lydia cried out in surprise, then grunted at his weight. He ignored her, rubbing his cheek against hers and squeezing tighter.
"Beej seriously," she said, failing to stop the smile she didn't want him to see. She wanted to be angry at him…but…
"Babes, when am I ever serious?"
This earned a laugh, and she returned his embrace. They remained on the floor in silence.
XxXxXxXxX
Lydia blinked away the crusty sand and squinted at the light shining over head. Gazing at the ceiling she realized she must have fallen asleep sometime after the incident with Maxwell. Her head twisted sideways to find Max safe in his play crib, the one used when he stayed in her room. But she didn't remember falling asleep, nor did she remember putting Max up. She tried to move, but found herself pinned to the floor by Beetlejuice's arm. Hmm, he must of fallen asleep too. His body lay motionless, an occasional twitch hinting at a dream. Otherwise he remained still. No breathing. No life. Lydia wasn't disturbed by it though. She always found watching him sleep quite fascinating. He had only snored to keep up appearances, especially when around Prudence and Bertha. But Lydia loved the times when he didn't need to pretend. She'd always enjoyed counting how many beetles would crawl across his face, only half the number surviving due to his tongue instinctively shooting out to catch them.
But now she was noticing different things.
Staring at his closed lids she noticed his eyelashes. They were long, and thick, more so than her own, and Lydia found herself thinking any girl would be jealous to have them. His cheeks were soft and smooth, the pores barely visible even up close. His chin was a little weak but his jaw was strong, and Lydia found herself gazing at it in a sort of trance. Her concentration was broken when he grumbled, mumbling incoherently before snuggling closer. Lydia froze as he buried his face in her neck, his nose brushing lightly against the shell of her ear. She tried to pull away but his hold only tightened.
"Lydia…" he growled, but remained asleep, and she knew he was dreaming about her. His hand snaked up her left side, caressing every curve he found and ending with a squeeze to her left breast. Lydia let out a muted cry, and heat began pooling in her stomach once more, a feeling that still horrified her when Beetlejuice was the cause. Said ghost snorted, and the hand having only squeezed was now kneading her breast. Lydia was really freaking now, pushing hard enough to wake him, trying to get away so she could get rid of her shameful arousal. Again, his hold only got tighter, and his mouth began trailing up and down her neck. Her breath hitched at the feeling, eyes drooping slightly as she, for a moment, gave into the light tingling pleasure. Her resolve to get away began crumbling when his light tease became light kisses, and even her shame began to be forgotten.
"Beej stop!" she gasped out, wriggling uselessly in his vice grip.
In response, he bit her earlobe.
"Beej…" she whispered huskily, her voice thick with desperation as she made one last effort to twist away. Unfortunately, she ground right into his erection and caused him to emit an animalistic growl.
"Mmm," he groaned into her ear, bucking a little against her right hip that pressed to his front. Lydia gasped, eyes shooting down to where the action had taken place. He wasted no time in doing it again, and Lydia found herself torn. Her body and mind fought each other, her mind saying to scream and her body saying to just enjoy this while she could. When Beetlejuice's hand made it's way in her shirt, it seemed her mind was fighting a losing battle. It soon crash, burned, and died when he touched her skin. Lydia whimpered at the electric shock she received from the contact and barely registered that it was his juice coursing through his hand that had created the sensation.
"Lydia," he moaned, sounding like he was on cloud nine as his thrusts became more urgent. Lydia cried out when she was suddenly flipped onto her side so that they were facing each other. Beetlejuice crushed her to his chest, positioning their lower halves so that his clothed groin was grinding right into hers. Lydia let out a broken groan, clutching the lapels of his shirt jacket and thrusting right back into him. She hadn't meant to. The action was pure reflex.
I've gotta stop! her thoughts screamed. I've gotta…ah!
Lydia moaned loud and long when the tip of his member roughly drove against her clit. She was crushed tighter to him, resulting in a much better angle. Lydia's head was spinning, she couldn't swallow, and her mind was completely gone. All she registered was that this was the best dry hump she ever participated in.
And she didn't even care that it wasn't Gage.
"Ah! B-Beetle-!"
Lydia's eyes rolled back and her vision temporarily went black. Her entire body felt like it was exploding as she climaxed, her mouth wide open and eyes squeezing painfully shut. She bucked wildly against Beetlejuice who in turn growled menacingly. He released his seed loudly, and Lydia shuddered against his slumped form, the wetness of his climax seeping onto her own clothes. He panted (though she didn't know why, he didn't need air) and snuggled close. Their foreheads bumped and Lydia took a moment to regain her senses. She was dazed for quite some time, the intensity of her orgasm something she had never felt before. To calm down she focused on the sound of their mixed breathing, and when she opened her eyes Lydia immediately found herself in another pickle.
His lips.
They weren't even an inch away.
And she wanted to kiss him.
Lydia closed her eyes again, desperately trying to banish the feeling. She wanted to kiss him. Needed to kiss him. And he was so close…would it matter if she did? He was asleep after all…he wouldn't remember…so she leaned forward and-
Stopped.
No, she couldn't do it.
It wasn't right.
Heaving a frustrated sigh Lydia carefully wriggled free from Beetlejuice's grip. Once up she stared at him, watched as his hands searched for her. Finding nothing he frowned, then proceeded to grumble and pout in his sleep. Then Lydia left the room, closing the door behind her and leaning against the hallway wall. She let out a breathy laugh, half exhausted and half sort of hysterical. The laugh grew more solid as her hysteria rose, and soon she was laughing so hard her stomach hurt.
Then she was crying, and her giggles turned to sobs.
"Fuck…" she whimpered to herself. "What did I just do?"
A/N: Yeah this chapter is pretty short, but I just wanted to get SOMETHING out there for you guys to read. Commence romance!