An: Yup I've added it in finally. Just a little though, and it gets a little more serious from now. Lots of lust and soppy thoughts,

Go Lissy!

Disclaimer - None of these characters are mine, sadly.

He came up to the room. " hey Lyds. So whats it like out there these days? Any wars happening? " he leaned against the door again cigarette in hand. Beer in other.

" no, no wars, yet. Theirs been a lot of things happening in the world." I said as I stuffed the clothes in the wardrobe. I picked up one of my black lace bras, held it so he could see, making out I was seeing if it was broken. From the corner of my eye I could see that he could see it clear as day. He liked it, he turned away though. Did he want to hide that crotch of his? The ghost with the most. I wanted to see if that claim was fact. Okay I can not deny it now, I want to fuck a dead guy. Sorry sane part of my brain but lets be totally honest here. Sam he wasn't any man. He didnt resemble any man. He resembled him. Beetlejuice. The one I want. Why? I don't know, but I know I want him. For a long time now. Maybe because he was nice-ish or because I'm still hooked on the dead, it would only be logical to fancy a ghost. I cant deny that his body isn't that bad but the mold...

I finally put all my clothes in the wardrobe then made an exhibition of closing the doors. He turned his head a little so he was back leaning on the door. Is he playing with me? Maybe. So he wanted to play. " have you got any more of those up your sleeve ? " I ask pointing to the cigarette in between his fingers.

" sure babe. " he produced a cigarette in the other hand and gave it me. Not lit of course. So I put it in my mouth and did what any flirting woman would do.

" got a light for it ? " he shrugged clicked his fingers and a small flame appeared, he held it there for a while. To be honest i was a little amazed. I bent over with the cigarette in my mouth and light it on his finger flame, all the time looking up at his face. I don't think he knew how to respond to that. I backed up blowing smoke at him with a slight grin. He was grinning, I mean all of his face was a smile. He must have clicked on. So what do I do next? What would tell him that he could play his move now? I went over to my bed sat on the edge with one of my legs bent over the other, flicking my foot a little to the imaginary beat in my head. " I'm going to have a shower. Can you make cocktails ? " his eyes light up, the yellow even brighter. I stubbed out the cigarette on the bedside table a horrible habit from Sam.

" sure babes " he leans towards my ear as I went to the door. " sex on the beach?" he asked in my ear, as if an actual question, full of sexual promise. I so wanted to just pull at his tie whisper 'yes' and kiss him. Instead.

" we're no where near a beach. " he nodded. I also wanted to add. ' you don't like sand anyway ' that would have ruined it, he was playing after all. I walk past him to the bathroom. I want him to follow, to watch me as sad as that sounds. To continue this little game we're playing, that I must say had escalated quickly. One day I hate him the next I want to bang him. Okay I don't want to bang him, I like to be controlled. Not hurt as such, But told what to do, in a low death like voice. I think that is also why I like beetlejuice he sounds controlling in a good way, if there can be a good way.

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He didnt come. I guess my dripping wet body wasn't as attracting to him as I thought it may have been. I walk into my room and picked up a pair of underwear, black lace. He was laid on my bed. One knee up and his body propped on one elbow. Okay he was floating but still propped up. He looked at me with a glint in his eyes. I am still playing this game! Putting my knickers on under my bath my eyes off him for just a second to move a stray hair he was right behind me. His hand came over my shoulder and is pushing the shoulder off of my robe. I grab his hand and put it inside the robe down the front. His hands slid down the side of my breast to cup it. I could feel his hips and what was just a little lower. Oh gosh! Its fact... Do I continue or do I anger him and myself?

I continue. I wanted that after all. Pulling his hand into a more of a groping position on my breast, he didnt move his hand. For a while I thought he wouldn't touch me any more but he was doing something else. He used some unseen force to flip all of my hair to one side of my body, to expose my left shoulder. He then slowly pulled the robe to reveal my shoulder and neck more, his right hand not moving from my breast but to massage it a little. Firstly it was just one peck on my shoulder. A tester that I gave the tiniest of flinches at it felt like ice on my skin, but sent waves of electricity down my body to the middle. Then he built the kisses up to nearly biting my neck and his right hand clenched at my breast more, his left pulling my hips to his and bending me in the middle just a little. His touch was freezing cold but made me feel so hot I never wanted him to stop.

" Lydia " he whispered. Him saying my name was like touching me, I wanted it more. " do you really want this babes ?" did I? Really? ...

Pulling his hands from me I tuned around to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck again. Yet this time I pressed my alive lips to his dead ones. Working together we both agreed on this. I hadn't kissed anyone like this since. Sam. I didnt want to remember him right now. All I wanted was beetlejuice. beetlejuice.

I push him away gentally he followed my body and lips but I shuck him off and picked up the black top and leggings I had set aside and left the room and him. I changed in Delia's old room. What had I done? I had practically told him that it was okay. That he would be allowed to do such things with me. On the one hand ' yay for my sexual tension ' on the other ' shit hes gonna be mad and horny '. I slowly walked back to the room and popped my head around into it. He was gone. Had I really made him upset?

I walked back down stairs. I was expecting to clean, but the place really was perfect. Delia's horrible decor gone, thankfully. The mirror in the front room showed only me but I could feel the icy feeling that he gave off and turned to see him stood again leaning. All that man ever did was lean.

" don't lie " he said. A serious look on his face. I sighed.