Shattered Mirrors

Chapter Eight: A Makeshift Date Turns Into More

After the awkward moment, the two of them seemed less reluctant to play around like they had been. Beej had laid back and tried to wonder why he suddenly felt the way he did. He wasn't used to such strong...well...urges. But, he hadn't been human in so long. And it had been longer since he had been a teenager, so there was no way he could realize if this was normal or not.

"Beej! Look at what I've built!" Aya's voice came to him and he sat up, looking over at her.

He burst out laughing. "What is that thing?" He asked between laughs.

"It's a sandman..." Aya said, pouting at the fact he had laughed at it. Everyone made sandcastles...so she made a sandman, although...not the type of "snowman" people made. Her sandman actually looked like some middle-aged guy, with a cell phone attached to his ear.

"What made you do that?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her. She was so random, and not in the creepy kind of way either. In an eccentric, almost quirky way. The beach, a sandman...what next?

"Hey, let's play volleyball over there, come on." She said, suddenly tugging on Beej's arm. "Please!"

…

Volleyball? Where had that come from?

Beetlejuice sighed. "Nevermind, I don't take back the black widow comment. You could seriously kill a man, toots." He said, sounding a lot older then he looked at the moment.

Aya gave a carefree laugh. "But you aren't a man right now, you're a teenage boy. And you've already died, so there's no fear there." She said cheerfully.

Beetlejuice sighed again. "Fine." He said. How hard could the game be?

**

Two games later and he was worn out. How was she still up and playing with a group of people? He was sitting on the sidelines, and watching as she would hit the ball over the net, to the next player, or occasionally past the next player.

After a few minutes though she walked back over to him. "That was fun. Wanna go get ice cream? My treat for dragging you in a game?" She asked, as she held out a hand to help him up.

He accepted her hand. "Isn't that all sweet and gross?" He said, wrinkling his nose.

"Come on, try it, for me?" She asked, blinking pretty honey colored eyes at him.

"Oh, fine. Since you offered." He grumbled, looking away and running a hand through his hair, seeming sheepish. (1)

Aya smiled and dragged him with her to buy ice cream. She bought two cones of ice cream and handed him his. Hers was a scoop of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, and she had gotten him some form of chocolate.

Beetlejuice wasn't sure why he had agreed. He normally didn't like sweet stuff like this, at least not as a ghost. Still he tried it. It tasted different since he was a human for a day, and he actually enjoyed the taste. "W-wow, I'm surprised it tastes so good!" He said.

Aya giggled. "And you doubted me." She said. The two of them went back to where they had been sitting before. "Here, try mine." She offered, holding her ice cream cone out for him to take a bite of it.

Beetlejuice blushed at the thought of how sharing an ice cream cone was basically an indirect kiss. (2) He leaned forward and tried it though. He smiled. "Nice. I can see why you'd like it." He teased.

Aya tilted her head, curious by what he meant by that, but she didn't ask him about it. Instead she ate her ice cream in silence, watching as Beej did the same. The two of them looking just like a normal couple to any passerby.

When they finished Aya looked over at him, and noticed a bit of chocolate on his cheek. She giggled a bit and leaned forward, licking the chocolate off his cheek. She leaned back. "I think you missed your mouth." She teased him. She didn't think anything about what she had done though. It had been a habit with Leslie, and with her limited social skills she didn't realize that normal friends didn't do that.

Beetlejuice blushed bright red as he felt her soft tongue on his cheek. He rubbed his cheek by response, although he wasn't grossed out by it. "W-what was that for?!" He demanded to know.

Aya laughed. "It wasn't for anything." She said. She stood up. "I'm gonna go swim some more." She said and headed for the water. She felt awkward about the way he had reacted, but she wasn't sure why. She swam through the water, thinking to herself. Suddenly she felt arms wrapped around her waist and she turned to look, almost expecting to see Beej.

The face she saw was oddly familiar, then she remembered. That guy who had moved into her street that morning. What was he doing here? She had just seen him on her street...well, she had just met him, on her street that morning. "Um, do you mind...?" She asked, as she felt the warmth of his hands on her stomach.

"No, nope I don't mind." The guy said with an arrogant smirk. "Aya, right?" He asked, as if he almost didn't remember the name of the girl he had his arms were around.

Because she had limited skills with what was...normal with friends, and what wasn't, she didn't know whether she should let him have his arms around her. And she almost welcomed the touch of someone alive.

"Yeah, and you're...Ryan." She said as she remembered his name.

He nodded. "That's me. So who's the guy you were with, a boyfriend?" He asked.

Why should he care? Aya wondered to herself. "No, no, he's just an old friend." she said. She thought about it. Old as in...old old. Not in the sense she knew him for a while, although it felt like she had. In all reality she had only known him for about a week or two...right?

"Oh, you guys sure seemed friendly." Ryan said with a smirk, as his grip tightened almost possessively. "So you don't have a boyfriend then?"

Aya didn't like where this was going. Still...what did he mean by 'friendly'? Beej was a ghost, and she thought he was ookie, right? Ookie...well...she used to think he was ookie. Now he was...honestly, her friend. Maybe he wasn't that ookie. "No, no I don't." She said, remembering Leslie at the word boyfriend.

"Hm, I should change that then?" Ryan said as his hand moved up a bit on her stomach.

"Hey, Aya!" Beej called, eyes narrowing as he saw Ryan with his arms around her. "Come show me how you made that sandman earlier, okay?" He asked, his look almost begging her to come with him and not the creep with his arms around her.

"Sure Beej. Bye Ryan." She didn't see anything wrong with just leaving Ryan there, besides, she knew Beej better, and she had brought him there. She swam back with Beej to shore. "So you want me to show you how to make a sandman?" Aya asked.

Beetlejuice shook his head. He had only said that to get her away from Ryan. The guy creeped him out in a way similar to the prince. But...maybe he was just being jealous. Wait, why would he get jealous! "I just wanted you to come over with me..." He said, almost pouting. "Besides, its getting late. Don't you have school tomorrow?"

"Yeah, it is late." Aya said with a yawn. She was tired from all the day's activities, but she didn't want to drive back tonight. "Would you mind if we stayed in a hotel room here?" She asked him.

Beetlejuice blushed, his mind wandering at the words 'hotel room'.

"Not like that you perv!" Aya exclaimed, catching onto his train of thoughts.

Beej blinked guiltily. He still hadn't figured out how she caught onto his thoughts. Like in the cell, she had known he had been thinking she looked cute. "Nah, I don't mind." He said, smiling.

Aya smiled back and with Beej's help gathered her stuff as they went to look for a good hotel.

**

Aya had picked an expensive hotel, only because she had the money to do so, and because she liked expensive places. It was just the way she was. She got them a room with just one bed, not thinking that it mattered. Cause the beds there were bound to be huge anyways.

Beetlejuice gaped at the expensive hotel. She really was a spoiled rich girl under it all, huh? He noticed she didn't bother getting a room with two beds, and the guy behind the counter had winked at him as if he was lucky to be with her. He felt a shock go through him as he realized what the guy was thinking they would be doing.

The room had a couple's theme to it. Aya blushed a bit as she saw this. "Hey, I'm gonna go wash up, I'm all sticky from the sand." She said, as she looked over at him.

Now that she mentioned it, Beej felt all covered in sand too, and as a teenage human, he didn't like it. He felt another shock through him as his minds went through ideas of what could happen. He walked up behind her, copying what he had seen Ryan do that she had seemed to be okay with. He wrapped his arms around her waist. He was blushing. "We could take a shower together...it would be faster, and I need to clean up too." He said.

"I thought you hated water...and washing up." Aya said, seeming suspicious. She felt his arms around her, his hands on his stomach. And he was warm with his humanity. She nodded though. "Alright." She said, pausing for a minute. When else would he be human or a teenager? She wanted to pay him back for helping her...and there was only one way she knew how to pay back people.

She walked into the bathroom, taking off her clothes before turning on the water for a shower. She didn't watch Beej undress but she could hear the clothes hit the floor. She stuck her hand under the water and when she had it at a comfortable temperature she stepped in first.

Beetlejuice looked over her body. He was shocked by the sight of her. He couldn't believe that she was only...16, right? Or maybe it was 17...he couldn't remember. He stepped in after her, feeling a shock go down to his groin. No, he couldn't get turned on...not when there was nothing to cover him. The water was warm and did nothing to help his newfound problem. He tugged her against him suddenly.

He was a pervert, he had always been...but...he had never been when it came to teenagers or young girls, at least not in the ways he was with other women. Still, he was a teenager too right now, and she was cute, adorable, sexy, so many things he normally couldn't have. But for tonight...for now, he could have her. He knew he was right when he felt her cuddle back into him.

**

Aya felt wrong. She shouldn't play him like this. He wasn't Leslie, he wasn't that skater. He wasn't alive and he wasn't human. She wasn't going to go near him once he was a ghost again. She knew that, but...she still cuddled back into him, sliding her body against his firm one. He made a nice teenager. She was really going to do this, all because she had missed the feeling of someone against her.

She had missed the feeling of someone inside her, someone's lips on hers. Someone's hands on her in places that loved to be touched. She turned in Beej's grasp and looked up at him. She knew he probably hadn't been with someone alive since he was alive. She didn't know how many ghosts he had been with though.

She looked up at him with her bright honey colored eyes, and leaned up and kissed him. On the lips. And it wasn't chaste.

The guilt faded when he kissed her back.

**

Beej felt nothing but pure lust for her, at least that's what he told himself. The feel of warm skin against his, the feel of rubbing his tongue along her lips, sliding into her mouth. The sound of her gasping. He felt a head rush. Oh damn he had been missing out on something when he was alive. That was one of the reasons he had become such a sex addict when he was a ghost...he had died a virgin, although he would never admit it. And sex with ghosts had been great, but nothing compared to this.

His hands were on her, exploring every inch of her body. The kiss continued, growing and the two fought for control.

**

Aya's hands ran along his chest, lower along his stomach, around his back, dragging nails up before her hands tangled into his hair. "Mm." She moaned softly. She wanted more, although...she didn't necessarily want him. It could've been anyone at the moment. Well, any guy anyways.

Still, she wouldn't admit that to him. She nipped his bottom lip and pressed in against him, rubbing her lower body along his, enjoying the groan that he released.

The feel of someone wanting her, someone who she would be fine being with.

Honestly, she was surprised she wanted sex so much, so suddenly. After the things she had seen and dealt with in the Neitherworld...she should have never wanted to be with anyone, ever again.

But she wanted him. No, no, that was wrong. She just wanted someone living.

**

He had her pinned to the shower wall, her moaning as he thrust into him. He never thought of how odd it was she had been so welcoming to him, or that this was just...so random between the two of them. He didn't think about how she called him a pervert or a pedophile, or at least how she had in the past.

His thoughts were all on her squirming under him, and her nails digging into his back, the way she'd moan into his ear, or the way she'd press up into him when he wasn't going fast enough or the way her grip would tighten when he was going too fast.

He never thought about how much he loved her body against his, her lips on his ear, his neck, his shoulder. The feel of her suckling on his flesh, biting him, marking him. Him marking her. All of it was just...perfect.

So perfect he knew something was wrong with it, but right now he wouldn't worry about it.

**

Somehow they made it to the bed, collapsing on it and collapsing into each other. Another round already. Aya moaning as she was on top of him. His hands on her breasts. Her eyes shut in pleasure, although she never noticed how he didn't take his eyes off of her, the way his groans were when she would press close to him, or her lips would be on him. All of this was about sex for her, right? Nothing else. She didn't need to notice who her partner was. All she needed to know was that she was pleased, and that he was pleased. Past that...it didn't matter.

She felt him release into her for the second time that night. "Oh, Leslie." It was soft, and under her breath, and she was straddling him...so her mouth was nowhere near him. She was hoping he hadn't heard her accidental moan. He didn't act like he did, simply pulled her down for a deep, almost possessive kiss. She thought nothing of it.

**

When all was over and Beej was laying next to her, knowing the spell would only last until tomorrow, at the same time he had cast it. Exactly 24 hours. He sighed. He had acted like nothing was wrong, but...it had hurt. He knew he had no chance at someone living. And the night had been as close to perfect as he could have wanted. Except for one thing.

"Oh, Leslie"

That was the problem. She hadn't moaned his name. She had moaned that teacher's name. He knew he had just been...a guy to fuck. And that wasn't something he had ever thought he would be. He had used women for that before, but...he had never been on the receiving end. And it cut into him like a knife. He had been used.

She couldn't have even said his name. He rolled over on his side, and was watching her sleep. He couldn't find a way to sleep himself. "I hate you..." He mumbled, softly.

"I hate you too." She mumbled, in her sleep.

Beej sighed. Even in her sleep she was such a brat, such a bitch. So emotionless, so angry. So aggravating. He hated it. But, he couldn't hate her...honestly. He thought of the beach.

"Beej! Look at what I've built!" "Sure Beej. Bye Ryan."

She had said his name then, with no problem. But...she couldn't say it when he wanted to hear it. He sighed softly.

**

Morning came, and Aya woke up to see Beej dressed. He was on the balcony to the room, looking out at the water. Something was off...and Aya knew it. He was still a teenager, but she knew they only had a few hours until he changed back.

"Hey Beej! You're up really early!" She said cheerfully as she slipped on her clothes. She bounced over to the window, looking up at him.

"Huh, oh yeah." He said, absent-mindedly.

Aya smiled. "Come on, you wanna go look around town before you change back?" Aya asked, acting as if...nothing had happened the night before. As if they hadn't had sex twice.

**

He couldn't do that, he couldn't pretend nothing had happened. But he'd have to. He wasn't sure why he couldn't just yell at her and abandon her. She had no hold over him. He could leave whenever he wanted to. But...he wouldn't. He didn't know why he wouldn't let himself.

"Look, Aya, I just wanted to say...that nothing happened last night, okay." He said it, in an almost bored tone, because he made himself say it. He forced the words out.

"Sure, nothing happened." Aya said nonchalantly. "So how about the town?" she asked.

Beetlejuice nodded his head and smiled, as if nothing was wrong. "Hey, you missed something, right here." He said, pointing to his chest. Like that morning in the mirror.

Her shirt was down and her bra was showing. She blushed a bit and pulled it back up.

Oddly enough, it was the same bra as that day, although he hadn't gotten the chance to notice it yesterday.

They went out to the town, and had a fun day, or at least...Aya did. Beej pretended to.

He changed back when they were about to drive home. She didn't seem surprised he changed back and smiled at him. "I had fun today and yesterday." She said, sincerely.

And so...the makeshift date was over.

**

She finally pulled into her driveway and parked the car. Beej slipped out of the car, but was surprised when she didn't get out. He peeked in, she was sleeping against the wheel. He sighed and picked her up, carrying her bridal style into her house.

Suddenly, her arms wrapped around him while she slept, and Beej felt something in his chest melt. He sighed though. He didn't have a chance in hell.

Suddenly she mumbled something. For a second, he thought she said "I hate you". Instead, she mumbled "I love you." softly.

Beej shook his head. She didn't love him. He knew that, especially when...she hadn't moaned his name, but then he heard something that made all of that up.

"I love you, Beej." She whispered softly, and she cuddled close to his dead body.

Beej almost dropped her in surprise, and blushed, but he walked upstairs and set her on her bed, while he went off to go think. She couldn't have meant that, at least not the way...he almost wanted her to mean it. He was dead, he was a ghost. What would a girl like her want with him anyways? He shook his head. "She must've meant it some other way." He convinced himself.

A/N: (1) = Reminds me of something that Wolverine would say. And do. ^^ Or Zuko from Avatar. Sorry, I'm such a geek noticing that. (2) = I was quoting Tamaki from Ouran High School Host Club, on Haruhi's date with Hikaru, Tamaki says how sharing an ice cream cone is an indirect kiss. I thought it was really cute at the time. ^^

I was contemplating on ending it...right after her moaning her ex's name. But I changed my mind. I like this ending better.

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