Chapter Seven: Finally

Lydia yawned and stretched her arms out, popping them loudly. She did this before she got out of bed and realized that her favorite ghost was missing. Where's BJ? She wondered as she got into the shower. She turned on the water and was instantly sorry she had.

A surge of brown colored water flowed over her naked form making her scream and try to escape the nasty smelling stuff. She jumped out of the shower wildly, and shut the shower off. But she was covered in the foul muddy liquid.

"I'm sorry babes. I guess I should have mentioned that. It doesn't work; it never has."

Lydia turned to face Beetlejuice, and saw that he was trying not to laugh. Though after a moment, his will power failed and he cackled uncontrollably; holding his gut, trying to breathe between whoops of laughter. And Lydia joined him, giggling as she tried to wipe the gunk out of her hair.

"What is this?" Lydia asked when the weird substance began to dry, and mold onto her skin.

"I'm not sure Babes. But whatever it is I like it." He said smiling at her. "It smells amazing on you."

Lydia blushed, and was very glad that she had the drying goop on her face.

"Here Lyds; let me help ya."

Beetlejuice walked over to where she stood and started wiping the brown substance away from her body. His red tipped fingers deftly maneuvered over her bare skin, making Lydia shiver. It felt so good, that Lydia closed.

Beetlejuice stopped abruptly, and Lydia opened her eyes to look at him. He had a strange look on his face, and his hands now rested at his sides.

"Beej? What's wrong?" She said.

Beetlejuice cleared his throat, "I need to ask you something Lyds."

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. And he looked at her, anxiously.

Lydia placed her dirty hand on his cheek, and he held onto it; sighing at the contact.

"What is it Beetlejuice? Whatever it is, you can tell me."

"I need to ask you an important question. A life-changing question, Lydia." He said breathing in the scent of her skin, mixed with the goop.

Lydia looked at him with concern, and Beetlejuice tried again to say the impossibly hard words; but just couldn't get them out. So instead he did something he had wanted to do since the first time they had met. He grabbed both sides of her delicate face and kissed her.

His tongue entered her mouth, and he groaned. He held her hard, not wanting to ever let her go. And Lydia's arms wrapped around him, and she kissed him back, just as passionate.

They would have stayed like that for a while, but they were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Lydia's head snapped up to look at Donny, who was looking surprised.

"Oh. I'm sorry brother. I'll wait for you outside." And he left blushing at the scene he had just seen taking place.

"I'm gonna kill him." Beetlejuice growled, his eyes glowing.

"No you're not." Lydia said, turning his head towards her. "I wasn't finished with you yet."

And she pulled him down into another kiss. Beetlejuice didn't need much convincing to continue where they had left off. His snake-like tongue was having a hay-day, within her mouth, and he was almost giddy with his emotions.

Finally she pulled away slowly, breathing heavily. "What was it that, you needed to ask me?"

"Nothing. We'll talk later babes." Beetlejuice said, cursing himself for being so nervous. It was Lydia for Petes'-sake!

"Okay. But promise me you won't forget."

"Trust me Lyds; this is not something I'm gonna forget." He said smiling wistfully.

"Good." She said smiling back at him.

"I better get a towel on, and we better go see what Donny wanted."

Beetlejuice made a face, but followed her out of the bathroom once she had wrapped a towel around herself. Donny was waiting in the living room looking extremely uncomfortable. He wore a black tuxedo that made him look rather fit. And a green tie, that had purple flowers all over it, and leaves. Beetlejuice huffed in disgust at the tie.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed? That tie is awful!"

Donny looked down at his tie, "I think it went very well with the tux actually."

Then his head came up, and he looked straight at Lydia.

"Miss Lydia, I am so sorry for walking in on you like that! I didn't know. . . ."

"It's alright Donny, I know you didn't mean to. It was an honest mistake." She said, smiling at him. "Besides I'm not ashamed of what you saw."

Donny mumbled something and nodded to her. "Thank you Ma'am, I really do appreciate it."

"What are you doing here?" Beetlejuice asked annoyed.

Donny adjusted his tie, "Ma, sent me. She wanted me to fetch you two young lovers, so you can get ready on time."

"We can get ready just fine, without help." Beetlejuice said.

"That's not what Ma says. She said she wanted to help Miss Lydia with her makeup and dress. And she says you have to take a bath."

"Fat chance of that!" BJ yelled indignantly, looking horrified at the same time. He obviously knew it was useless to resist his mothers' commands. But he absolutely loathed baths, or showers of any kind.

Lydia patted his shoulder. "We'll be happy to come with you Donny. But first Beej, can you help me get this stuff off, so I can get dressed?"

"Aw! Lyds!"

"Beetlejuice."

"Alright alright!" He yelled, giving in to her pressuring. And went snapped his fingers.

The goop disappeared, as did the towel. And in their place was her trusty poncho and shoes. But today her hair hung down, around her shoulders, in a soft curtain. Beetlejuice smiled at her his anger gone, as he looked at her.

"You should wear your hair down more often Babes. It suits you."

"Thanks Beej."

"You guys ready to get to your wedding?" Donny asked excitedly, clapping his hands together in utter joy.

"Don't look so happy!" Beetlejuice snapped at him. But Donny ignored him, and continued to smile happily.

"Yeah we're ready. You got the dress BJ?"

Beetlejuice clicked his fingers as way of reply and the dress disappeared, to their destination; and nodded at her.

"Then let's go."

Lydia, Beetlejuice, and Donny exited the roadhouse, and jumped into Doomie, who was glad to see them. And in moments they were cruising to get ready. There were only a few hours left before The Ghost of the Most, and Lydia Deetz finally tied the knot. And to both of them, it seemed like an eternity.

They FINALLY kissed! Thank heavens!

I think I did better with this chapter than the last one, but it still seemed a little off in places. Again I apologize. If you have any suggestions, I would be glad to hear them. Thanks.

Deepest Regards, Lyn.