Disclaimer: BeetleJuice ain't mine!
Yet Another Warning: The end of the story has passed. This scene is meant only for those who want to know about the goings on in the bedroom. That's right any of you who aren't listening through the door and don't want to know, get lost! This is M material! NO KIDDIES ALLOWED!
Lydia's back collided with the wall of BJ's room as she pulled said occupant against her. A raised finger, a spark of juice and the door closed shut giving the couple their much needed privacy. "Bed or coffin, babes?" BeetleJuice asked urgently as he fumbled for the control that was rushing out of his reach. "Whichever is closest." She whispered in his elfin ears before kissing a path down his neck. BeetleJuice groaned and hoisted her flush up against his pelvis, perching her on the edge of his coffin. "Lydz, I know ya haven't done this before." He gushed out, his hands sliding under her skirt and squeezing her small bottom. "Are ya sure you're ready for me babes?" he asked, gazing into her eyes as he fought to keep the beast in him at bay. "The question is, are you ready for me BeetleJuice?" she hissed as she tore open his shirt and kissed a path down his chest. He groaned as he felt her fumble with his pants and forced his shaking hands to be steady long enough to free her from her own restraints. "Two can play that game babes." He said, grinning maliciously as he found one breast and captured it with his mouth. Lydia arched her back and moaned in delight as the spector's exceptionally long tongue traced a continuous path over her hardening nipple. Not ready to be outdone, Lydia pulled him into the coffin and forced him under her. She kissed him deeply as she straddled him, her hands finding their way, unchecked towards his member. She stroked him and shivered with delight as he grew harder. "What's wrong Beej?" she asked softly her deft hands earning a well-deserved growl. "You say you're the ghost with the most. Prove it." She teased. "You got it babes!" he groaned, rolling on top of her. His hands found her small opening and he took his time teasing her with his fingers. "Don't make me wait BeetleJuice!" she cried out, wrapping her legs around his form and pulling him closer. The cry of his name from the beauty beneath him stole his last shreds of restraint and he wasted no time in parting her smooth thighs to envelop the heat within. He pushed through her fragile sheath and waited for the pain of her broken barrier to subside before he began a gentle rocking motion that was soon forgotten in favor of the moment. He lost himself in her cries, his pace quickening as both were lost in the waves of sweet release. Her hands released their grip on the tangled sheets and found refuge in the figure resting above her. Lydia basked in the glow of their actions and the warmth of ghostly arms around her. "And Hellen said you couldn't please me." BeetleJuice murmured softly in her ears, laughing softly before drifting into sleep's deep oblivion where he joined Lydia in her dreams.