Fiona woke up alone the next morning, idly wondering if she'd dreamt that Beetlejuice came to her in the night. Shaking the thought she climbed from her bed and wandered down the hall to the bathroom, rubbing her face as she looked into the mirror and frowned. She looked like shit. Nightmares about Joel always made her look and feel awful the next day - getting your head smashed into a countertop would do that to you. She wrapped her arms around herself and glanced to the shower, noticing the shower walls were wet and the faint smell of the woodsy body wash she'd bought her friend filled the air.
"Did you get zapped back to The Netherworld while you were taking a shower?" She asked no one - waiting for Beetlejuice to appear in the mirror before her. As if on cue his eyes met hers and he smirked. "Actually while I was brushing my teeth."
"You don't have a toothbrush here." Fiona stated, eyes going wide as she found her toothbrush hanging in the holder to her left. To her horror it was on the third peg, when she always put it on the first. "You didn't."
Beetlejuice laughed, his sly grin filling the mirror. "Wow. Boundaries." Fiona muttered, grabbing the toothbrush and popping it in to her mouth as his eyes went wide. He hadn't actually used her toothbrush, he'd found one in the pile of useless shit she kept under the sink but the idea of her having something of his in her mouth stirred something deep inside of him.
Fiona raised an eyebrow at his vacant expression before spitting and rinsing her mouth. "You gonna let me out of here or what?" He asked softly, falling back on his heels as Fiona turned her back to him and pulled her shirt over her head - turning the shower knobs easily. His mouth went dry as he watched her hair cascade down her back, eyes falling to her perfect ass - barely covered by a simple pair of black panties. "Give me ten minutes." She assured, slipping behind the shower curtain. A moment later he watched her panties fly over the curtain and hit the floor and then he disappeared from the mirror.
X
"What the hell was all that about?" Beetlejuice asked, looking up from the burning cigarette between his fingers as Fiona stepped into the attic ten minutes later. "What? She asked softly, looking around the small room before finding him sitting in his usual place in the model, on top of his tombstone. Slowly he tilted his head to look up at her, keeping a straight face despite the quiet groan that filled his throat. She was wearing loose fitting navy lounge pants and a simple gray tank top and she looked fucking beautiful standing before him, her hair still wet from her shower - falling around her face and down her shoulders, clinging to her skin.
"Why are you fucking with me?" That's not what he wanted to say - he wanted to tell her she was beautiful, wanted to beg her to say his name so he could fuck her on this shitty model.
"I'm not… trying to?" She whispered, voice soft and speaking straight to his dick. Beetlejuice groaned again, bringing his cigarette to his lips and taking a quick pull; lungs expanding with nicotine. "Beetlejuice…" The sound of his name on her lips was his undoing and a moment later they were standing dangerously close to one another, their chests nearly touching as he leaned in and sank his hands into her damp hair. "I want to kiss you." He stated, tightening his hold in the dark locks as his eyes searched hers, swallowing hard as her head nodded slightly. "…and then I want to fuck you."
A quiet whimper escaped her throat as Fiona took in his words, words that sent a shiver of pleasure through her entire body. Beetlejuice didn't wait for her answer as he jerked her forward and lost himself in her kiss, groaning against her lips as her fingers grasped his stomach through his shirt, clutching the material tightly as his tongue found hers.
"Beetlejuice…" She whispered against his mouth as he ran his hands down her body, grasping her hips as he laid her back against the model and kissed her throat; eyes closing tightly when her fingers raked into his hair. He continued to kiss down her body, hands sliding under her shirt, lips grazing her ribs then her stomach - taking in an unused breath as a surge of pleasure rushed through him. He wanted her so bad he could fucking taste it; his tongue brushing against her lower belly as a soft moan escaped her perfect lips.
He stood suddenly and found her mouth again, kissing her deeply as his aching dick ground against her thigh - her hands in his hair pulling as if she couldn't get close enough to him. "…please let me fuck you…" He whispered against her jaw causing her body to arch to his as he wrapped an arm around her back and began working her pants down her thighs, fumbling with his zipper as he kissed her deeply. "Beetlejuice…"
"…fuck." He groaned, hanging his head beside hers as he felt the pull of his name on someone's lips. When he opened his eyes he was standing in Fiona's kitchen watching her dip her finger in to a bowl of what looked like frosting, her dark hair falling down her back in soft waves. When she turned around, with her finger in her mouth and those blue gray eyes on his he could have died in that moment, had he been alive in the first place. An ache filled his chest at the sight of her, still wearing what he'd seen her in last - what he'd actually seen her in, when she fell asleep in his arms.
"You okay?" Fiona asked softly, running her finger into the bowl again and offering him a taste. Beetlejuice swallowed the lump that formed in his throat as she closed the space between them, offering him her finger and smiling innocently as his took it in his mouth and swirled his tongue over the delicious digit, groaning inwardly. "Good, right?"
Beetlejuice could only nod, his thoughts somewhere else completely. He must have been asleep in The Netherworld when she summoned him - after being sent back in the middle of the night. Fuck. Dreams aren't his specialty, he ran an idle hand over his eyes as the images of Fiona laid back on that model upstairs consumed him.
"You sure you're okay?" Her voice was whisper quiet between them, laced with genuine concern as she reach out and touched his chest, bringing his eyes to hers quickly. "Yeah, I uh…" Beetlejuice ran his hand through his hair and took a quick step back. If she touched him again he was going to lose what little control he had. "I think I was asleep." He finally muttered as her eyes went wide.
"Shit. I'm sorry. I never know if you're busy or want to hang out. I can send—-…"
"No. It's okay. I'm never too busy for you babes." He assured, clearing his throat so his words wouldn't sound so desperate between them. He glanced around the kitchen realizing she was baking. It smelled amazing in here, she looked fucking amazing in here with her messy hair and mismatched pajamas and if he didn't leave right now he was going to do something he'd probably regret.
Fiona took another step towards him.
"Is it, uh… it okay if I take a shower?" A very long, very cold fucking shower. Surprised popped on her face as she studied him for a minute then nodded, shrugging a thin shoulder. "Yeah, sure." If he wanted to shower she wasn't going to argue with him she assured with a grin - giving him a hard time despite him keeping his end of their deal religiously. Fiona's eyebrows tightened together as her friend turned on his heels and all but ran up the stairs to get away from her.
"Guys are so weird." She muttered, turning back to the oven to check on her muffins.
X
Despite learning fairly quickly how to adjust the temperature in Fiona's shower Beetlejuice stood under a steady stream of ice cold water hitting the back of his neck, one hand against the shower wall and other around his dick. He was fighting a losing battle - knowing Fiona deserved better than him but really, really wanting to finish what that stupid dream had started.
He groaned as he stroked himself, tilting his head up to let the water wash over his face as his eyes went wide and the bathroom door opened gently, the tiniest squeak letting him know he wasn't alone anymore.
"B-babes?"
Fiona jerked the shower curtain back roughly, giggling as her company stood under the stream of water unflinching, eyes going wide at the sight of her. "Shit. You don't scare easy either." She mumbled, adverting her eyes as she gathered her hair in her hands and pulled it back into a high pony tail before slipping her thumbs into the band of her sleep pants and letting them fall down her perfect legs. A minute later she stood before him in her panties and gray shirt, causing all the air to rush from his lungs.
"What are you—-…?" The words came out with a desperate groan as his eyes raked over her body. He was dreaming again - had to fucking be. Any minute now something weird would happen and ruin everything. He could only watch - silent as the grave as Fiona stepped into the shower behind him and closed the curtain.
"You talk in your sleep."
Beetlejuice took in a quick unneeded breath. "No I don't." He whispered, trying to focus on her blue gray eyes. His more devious gaze continued to roam down her exposed neck. "Yeah. You say all kinds of sexy things while you're asleep and then you vanish from the bedroom."
He cleared his throat, unable to reply. What the hell had to said to her in the darkness of her bedroom right before his free pass from Lydia wore off? Looking at her now, he could guess a few things. "W-what exactly are you doing?" He asked roughly, looking back up her body to meet her eyes.
"I need a shower too. I can keep this on if you want - I was just thinking about saving water. I'm really into saving the environment." She assured with a smile that nearly made his knees give out, watching her lips part slightly. A sly grin finally pulled at his lips.
Fuck it.
"You're so full of shit." Beetlejuice said with a quiet laugh, closing the space between them as he placed his hands on either side of her face and kissed her deeply, causing her fingers to grasp his torso as he leaned into her body.
Fiona let out a gasp as he moved and the steady stream of arctic water he'd been trying to use to his advantage sprayed across her chest, wetting her shirt and causing him to groan. "Holy shit that's cold!"
"Why are you doing this to me?" He whispered between them, ignoring her protests as he placed his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. If this was a dream or some kind of fucking trick - no one deserved to be teased like this.
"Why is the water so cold?" She whispered, thankful when he stepped over to shield her from the icy spray of water. "Trying to get you out of my head." He answered as her hand slid between them slowly. "I don't think it's working." She said with a grin, his eyes opening wide as she grasped his very hard dick. "Fi…"
"You kept saying my name in your sleep. Telling me how much you want me." Beetlejuice swallowed hard. "Begging me to fuck you." He closed his eyes at the thought, running his thumbs over her hips as he tried to remain in control of… whatever this was. Fiona's soft voice was full of desire as he let his hands travel up her body again, sinking them into her hair as he brought her mouth closer to his.
"Do you want me?" She whispered against his lips. "I fucking want you." He growled desperately, tightening his fingers in her hair as she slid her hands up his wet body and their eyes finally met. "Then take me, B." Fiona assured - groaning as he lost himself in her, kissing her desperately as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to his body, running his hands down her back and over her ass. Fiona sank her fingers into his hair as his mouth grazed her throat and her back hit the shower wall.
"…waters cold…" She murmured against his lips as he snapped his fingers and they vanished from the shower - appearing on her bed where she fell back with a giggle, looking up at him as he sat on his knees between her thighs. The seriousness on his face was sobering, making her slide her hands down her soaked shirt and pull the thin material over her head - his heated gaze traveling from her beautiful face down the valley between her breasts and then to her hips that she raised for him so he could slide her panties off quickly.
"Is this…" His words were broken with desire as his rough hands caressed her stomach. "…is this a dream?" He asked anyone who would listen, lost in her blue gray eyes as she shook her head no and pulled him down to her waiting mouth. He was used to being the one no one wanted, the asshole - the joke and while he was still all of those things he was hers and she wanted this more than she'd wanted anything in a long time.
In one deep thrust he was inside of her, and if he thought he maybe dreaming all that went away at the feel of her. No dream could ever feel this fucking good. A rush of air left his lungs and then a string of profanity as he watched Fiona's head fall back on the bed and her eyes close with pleasure. Her hips rose to meet his as he began to move, slowly at first as she adjusted to his size and then rougher as she wrapped her legs around his hips and he sank into her deeply.
"Fuck… that's so fucking good…" He groaned above her, meeting her lustful eyes as he thrust into her again and again until he felt her body tighten around him and a whimper escaped his throat, hanging his head in the bend of her neck as her nails dug into his sides.
"Beet…"
"Please…, don't…" He warned, kissing her quickly as her words fell away to moans. Hearing his name fall from her perfect mouth right now - even once, would completely unman him. "…don't stop…" She whispered as her head fell back to the bed again and she tightened around him, a surge of pleasure washing over her entire body as Beetlejuice placed an arm under her hips and brought her closer - fucking her with everything he had as his own release began to build. "…fucking hell…, Fi.." He groaned, losing himself in her gaze as their eyes met and her fingers raked into his hair. "Come inside me, B… please…." Fiona moaned - gasping as he slammed into her a few more times, filling her deeply as she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him down to her chest.
"Holy fucking shit…" Beetlejuice groaned, burying his face in the bend of her neck as he kissed her shoulder then her collar bone. "…holy shit." He said again as their eyes met and Fiona's bright smile filled his soul. He placed both of his hands on either side of her head, brushing her hair from her eyes as she leaned forward and kissed him deeply.
X
"Was that weird? Like doing it with your friend from all those years ago?"
Fiona glanced up to him, her head resting on his chest as his idle fingers ran through her hair - basking in that perfect post sex bliss. "What?" He asked, confused by her question. "Valarie?"
He turned his head to meet her eyes, frowning. "I only see you, Fi." That was the honest truth. Valarie was gone - especially now. There wasn't much room for any rational thought now that he'd been with Fiona; all he could seem to think about was her. Fiona laid her head back on his chest, running her hand over his stomach as he tightened his arm around her.
Beetlejuice leaned his head back on Fiona's headboard, glancing down at her as she slept peacefully against his chest - her arm draped over his stomach and breathing steadily.
This same image flooded into his mind suddenly, an exact picture of Fiona lying on his chest but from a really long time ago.
"Mon âme est damnée."
My soul is damned. That's what she had said to him moments after they made love in the barn across from his father's field. Valarie - not Fiona. He had hung his head in the bend of her neck - the surge of pure joy running through him had quickly turned to dread. "I love you, Valarie. I've loved you for as long as I can fucking remember. We can leave this town. I'll get a better job - I'll take care of you."
Her eyes were so blue, shiny with tears as she shook her head no. "I have a husband." A husband she must have forgotten about when she was moaning his name five minutes ago. He sat up on his knees between her thighs. "Please, Val. I love you."
"I… love… my husband."
The dread in his heart spread through his chest.
She didn't love that abusive bastard, why did she meet with him in that barn every night for a year. Up until the night she told him she was pregnant.
His eyes went wide at the thought, glancing down to Fiona who was fast asleep against his chest. Six hundred fucking years? It took him six hundred fucking years to realize the baby in Valarie's womb was his. His fucking baby. A baby that never stood a chance.
"B?"
Fiona lifted her head from his chest, a chest that was heaving with unneeded air. "Hey? What's wrong?" She whispered as their eyes met. "…she was pregnant…, when she died… pregnant with my kid."
"What?" Fiona turned her body to his quickly, touching the side of his face as he sat dumbfounded by his realization. "Fuck." Beetlejuice muttered, picturing Valarie's fearful eyes as she told him the news. News she hoped would keep him away. News she hoped would keep him safe. "I would have done anything for her."
He focused on Fiona's gaze, sinking his hands into her hair quickly as he brought her blue eyes to his. "I will do anything for you, Fiona. That shit with Valarie was a long time ago."
"You loved her, B."
"I love—-…" Fiona kissed him suddenly, straddling his lap as her tongue met his. "Don't say shit you don't mean. Not to me." She mumbled against his kiss as his hands went to her hips to hold her still. "Fiona…"
"This doesn't have to be anything more than it is, B." She assured him softly, running her fingers into the back of his hair as she sank down onto his dick causing a deep groan to pass between them. "Okay?"
"What?" He muttered, looking between them as she began to rock her hips. "Focus, B." How the fuck was he supposed to focus when she was on his dick, feeling like nothing he'd ever felt before. "I don't need anyone falling in love with me." Fiona said softly, kissing him again as he wrapped an arm around her and turned so she was on her back.
X
"Valarie was my only friend in life." Beetlejuice whispered against Fiona's throat, kissing down to her shoulder as she squirmed beneath him. "She's was the only person I ever loved."
Until now.
His eyes opened quickly, meeting Fiona's in the darkness of her room. Fuck, he needed to stop falling asleep in her bed. "I didn't say that last part out loud did I?" He muttered, running a hand over his tired eyes as Fiona grinned. "I didn't hear anything." She assured softly, reaching out to brush his hair back from his eyes. "You're my only friend in life, B." Adding as their eyes met again. He opened his to say… something. What he wasn't sure but he leaned forward and kissed her instead.
"…so…, that kid stuff felt like it was new news." She whispered as she laid back on her own pillow, bringing a hand under her head - watching his eyes close at the thought. "I don't know. Maybe it wasn't mine…. she was married..." He shook his head - looking up at the ceiling now. "Feels like it was mine though. The look on her face…"
"What happened to her?" Fiona asked softly, placing her palm on his silent chest. Beetlejuice placed his hand over hers and closed his eyes again. "Her husband killed her. A few days after she told me she was pregnant. He killed her and he killed my fucking kid." If it was possible to bring that asshole back from the dead and kill him all over again he'd do it again - slower this time.
Fiona's fingers clenched into a fist at the thought. "She didn't meet me in the barn. She always fucking met me there while that piece of shit was in town at the secret brothel - ran by the damn priest of all people. I went to her house and found her…"
"Beet—-…" He lifted her hand gently and placed a kiss against her knuckles. "I lost my shit, Fi. I wrecked that fucking place and then when I found him I beat him to death. With my bare hands." Beetlejuice muttered, placing hers back to his chest as he lifted the other hand - showing her a deep scar across the knuckles. "That's where his skull broke the skin, then the bones." He muttered quietly. "I lost myself after that. Until I met you."
A smile spread across her face as her eyes searched his. "Well I'm glad I could give you some of your humanity back."
They let the silence surround them for a moment - both lost in their own thoughts until Fiona spoke again. "What's the chances of me looking like her and having a psycho husband who… went down that road a lot." She asked the universe causing his muscles to tighten beside her. "I guess history really does repeat itself."
"Don't say that shit, Fi. I'm a hell of a lot more fucked up now then I was back then." He muttered, several different scenarios flooding his mind at the thought of someone bringing harm to her. "We don't have to worry about that here. Boring, safe Winter River. I took his life savings… well, other people's life savings he'd scammed away from them and bought this place while he was in jail. If he ever finds me…, you'll have to get me my own room at your place in The Netherworld."
Her ghostly friend didn't smile at the joke. "Anyway, I need a shower for real this time. Want to join me?" He watched as she jumped up from the bed and disappeared down the hall, her giggles and the hallway closet opening and shutting echoed back to him. God, she was an amateur. Pushing himself up from the bed he followed her path to the bathroom, hesitating at the closet another moment before jerking it open raising an eyebrow at the nothing he found there. A second later Fiona let out her battle cry from behind the bathroom door - frowning when Beetlejuice turned and stared at her unfazed. "Babes. I've been doing this shit for literal centuries - you're never gonna scare me."
Fiona pouted playfully and turned to the shower - turning the knobs quickly as warm steam began to swirl around them. "Why is my toothbrush on the third peg?" She asked suddenly, turning to face him with real horror on her face. Beetlejuice grinned, wrapping his arms around her as they stumbled into the shower and began kissing yet again.
x
Fiona's back hit the dresser roughly, causing a deep groan of pleasure and pain to escape her as Beetlejuice lifted her hips so she could wrap her legs around him while he thrust into her desperately.
"S-shit." She moaned, her nails digging into his back as her head turned to watch all of her things fall to the floor. "Fuck it. I'll get you new shit." Beetlejuice grunted, shoving her against the wall before crashing his mouth hers. He kissed her like his very afterlife depended on it - groaning against her mouth as a surge of pleasure rushed through him. "You feel so fucking good." He mumbled against her lips, squeezing her ass in his rough hands as her head fell back against the wall and she tightened around him - running her fingers into his hair as he continued to slam into her soaked pussy.
"Beet—-…" He kissed her hard, shoving his tongue against hers to stop her from crying out his name, again. Hearing her say it while he was inside of her was torture but fuck he loved the sound of it. Fiona pulled away from him, taking in a gasp of needed air - her body felt weightless as she came down from her high, whimpering as Beetlejuice continued to fuck her until his own cries of pleasure were deep in his throat. "I'm going to fill your fucking pussy, Fi."
"… holy shit." She groaned against his mouth, a surge of pleasure filling her body once again as she gripped the back of his hair. "…fuck…" The word, one of his favorites - came out more like a cry as his orgasm ripped through him, tensing his muscles and causing him to slump forward and place his palm to the wall, filling her deeply. Fiona clung to him, tightening her legs around his hips as she brought his face back to hers and kissed him desperately. He could feel her heart hammering against his chest, finding a second wind as he sank a hand into the back of her hair and held her to him - kissing her back with the intensity that started all of this in the first place.
When Fiona finally let her head fall back to the wall their eyes met and his were so full of adoration it caused a warmth to spread through her as she touched his jaw and held his gaze. "You are…, so god damn beautiful." Beetlejuice whispered, his voice strained with emotion as he brushed her damp hair away from her face and continued to stare into her soul. There was so much she wanted to say to him but fear held her tongue as she kissed him again.
That's how they spent the next several weeks - locked in each other's embrace and not talking about their feelings. Fiona was a vault and he was happy to keep his mouth shut as long as her legs were open despite the storm that was growing in his chest. He always knew he was pathetic but he was falling in love with this perfect fucking girl.
"I always thought I'd be wreaking havoc on the upper world once I got a get out of hell free card. Not buying over priced avocados and fucking…" He glanced down at the small bag of beans in the top of the shopping cart. "…lentils?" He turned his head and glared at her. "What the fuck is a lentil?"
"High in protein… and fiber." Fiona assured with a grin, nodding to the next isle as he turned their cart begrudgingly. "You insisted on coming with me." She continued, moving down the aisle in front of him so he could at least stare at her ass while she shopped. There wasn't anywhere else he would rather be than right here grocery shopping with her and that thought, along with her fucking heart shaped ass caused a groan to escape him.
He was a glutton for punishment.
"I'm almost done. I promise. Then we can do whatever you want." She turned her head slightly, catching his wide grin. He watched her roll her eyes which sent a surge of pleasure straight to his dick. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?"
Fiona laughed. "Yes, Mr. Grey." She teased causing his eyebrows to raise. She made him watch all three of those stupid Fifty Shades of Soft Porn movies a few weeks ago but then she let him tie her to her bed and fuck her mercifully so it worked out in his favor in the end. Fuck, he loved her. He snapped his fingers suddenly and they were transported to a small cramped space, Fiona's eyes going wide as she noticed the toilet beside of her. When she turned her attention to Beetlejuice his eyes were intense and trained on her mouth.
"No one better take those avocados out of my cart. They're almost ripe." She muttered, lips pulling into a sly grin as he slid a hand into the back of her hair and pulled her to his mouth roughly. He kissed her until she couldn't stand it anymore and then watched as she turned to the stall door, groaning as his rough hands moved slowly up her thighs - pushing her skirt to her hips.
"….fucking hell, Fi…"
Of course she wasn't wearing panties. Why the hell would she bother with those? He thought as his eyes roamed over her body. Fiona turned her head slightly, her smile infectious as he ran a hand over her ass and to her slit - a desperate sound of a man unhinged filling the empty bathroom as he slipped a finger inside of her, eyes closing at how wet she already was for him. A string of curse words fell from his lips as he brushed his thumb against her clit trying to undo his belt with his left hand as a soft moan escaped her.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" He whispered against the back of her hair, causing another soft moan to fall from her perfect lips as he pulled the dark strands to the side and placed a kiss on her shoulder. Her head nodded with another soft gasp as he slid a second finger inside of her, feeling her body tighten around him. "Use your words, Fi."
"Y-yeah. I want you to." She whispered as his other hand moved up her body, caressing her stomach and then her ribs. He bypassed her heaving breasts and placed his hand gently around her throat causing a louder moan to vibrate in her chest. "You want me to… what?" He asked innocently, trailing a few more kisses down her shoulder as a rush of air left her lungs. "…fuck me. I want you to fuck me."
He tightened his fingers around her throat causing her body to arch to him as he pulled his other hand from her soaked center and grasped her hip. "This is for my pleasure - Fiona, not yours." Beetlejuice muttered in his best millionaire douce bag voice, unable to stifle his laugh as Fiona's smile spread across her face and she groaned as he thrust his dick inside of her deeply. He was full of shit - physically incapable of denying her the first few orgasms.
Fiona braced herself against the wall as he plunged into her repeatedly, her desperate moans driving him further as he felt the telltale sign of her approaching release. "Harder." She groaned as his hand clutched her throat and he fucked her harder, her moans unhinged as her orgasm ripped through her body and she tried to cover her mouth to muffle the sound. "Let me hear you, Fi." Beetlejuice groaned - not letting up, fucking her until she was coming undone around him again and begging him not to stop.
He released her throat and placed his palm against the stall, slamming into her soaking wet pussy over and over as his own orgasm began to build, eyes closing tightly as a surge of dopamine flooded his brain - coming deep inside of her as Fiona hung her head trying to catch her breath. A moment later he grabbed her roughly and turned her to face him - kissing her deeply as he backed her against the wall and pressed his body to hers.
"I love…" Her words caught in her throat as he pulled away from her slightly and took in a deep unneeded breath. "…the way you make me feel." When their eyes met he saw everything she wasn't saying but she bit her bottom lip and kissed him again, whispering how amazing he was. He could hear it in her voice - how she felt about him - truly felt about him - was right there but she finally shook her head and muttered something about fucking avocados.
Searching her blue gray eyes one last time he snapped his fingers and returned them to the salsa isle as if they'd never left.
X
Fiona offered him her almost empty bowl of popcorn as the credits rolled on their movie, smiling as he took the snack and threw a handful in his mouth never letting his eyes fall from the television. When said bowl was empty he offered it back to her.
"Do you want some more?"
"Yeah." Beetlejuice muttered, reaching for his beer on the coffee table. "Another one of these too." He added, shaking the now empty can in her general direction.
Fiona stood from the couch and raised an eyebrow, taking the empty can from his fingers as he smiled sweetly up at her. As sweetly as a sex crazed cursed demon could. "Thanks, wench." He muttered with a grin causing her to laugh and shake the thought, turning to the kitchen quickly she tossed the beer in the trash and went to the microwave - dumping the rest of the popcorn in their bowl.
She grabbed two more beers and stopped in her tracks, grabbing the tequila bottle from the back of the fridge before returning to the living room. Beetlejuice was in his usual stance - leaned back on the couch with his legs spread wide. To most women this was the stance of an absolute douche bag but for some reason in her fucked up head she loved it. A smile crept to her lips as he looked up at her slowly.
"You're really sexy."
He raised an eyebrow, letting his eyes wash over her. She was really sexy. Really - fucking sexy.
"Let's watch Pulp Fiction and drink every time they say fuck."
…and so fucking random.
Fiona handed him the tequila bottle, meeting his gaze as he turned it up and poured a mouthful down his throat before passing it back to her. Slumping down beside him she pulled her knees up on the couch and fell into his embrace.
"What's this movie about?"
She clicked a few buttons on the remote, laughing at his question. "I really have no idea."
"You've never seen it?"
"Oh I've seen it a bunch."
Beetlejuice laughed placing his arm around her as he turned his attention to the screen. Five minutes in Fiona placed her feet conveniently before him, giggling as he took one in his hands and began massaging.
"I'd much rather do the other thing." He muttered, keeping his eyes on the movie that started out talking about foot massages and cunnilingus. She laughed and pulled her foot away from him only to have him grab it and bring it back to his lap, kneading the tender flesh right above her heel. "Im glad I met you." Fiona whispered suddenly causing their eyes to meet again. God she was in denial. He could read people like a book, the way her eyes dilated when she looked at him - the way she automatically turned towards him in every scenario. What she wasn't saying was written all over her body and he was becoming very familiar with that body.
"Yeah? Well, knowing you doesn't suck." He muttered with a grin, causing another soft cry to escape her as he continued his wonderful torment on her foot.
X
Fiona was in a fit of giggles before Mia ever got that five dollar milk shake - damn this movie said fuck a lot. "Wouldn't it have been cool to be around in the 20's? I would have been a flapper - married to a bad ass gangster."
"That's not flapping. That's the twist." He pointed to the two people dancing on the screen.
"What?" She asked, jumping up from the couch and turning to him. His girl was pickled. Beetlejuice laughed at the thought. "I was around in the twenty's… and it was pretty awesome, what I got to see of it but they aren't flapping." He assured - watching her do her best flapper impression which consisted of her flaying her arms around wildly in her drunken state. She was laughing at his amused expression, unaware of the raw emotion filling his chest.
He stood to his feet and began showing her the proper way to flap, making her wonderful laugh fill the house. "Damn Juice - I didn't know you could dance!" She said trying to mimic his moves as he took her hand. "I've been around for over six hundred years babes - theres not much I can't do."
She couldn't argue with that.
He snapped his fingers suddenly and transformed them into proper 1920's fashion. Fiona's eyes going wide as she ran her hands down the rough sparkling fabric of her dress. When she looked up Beetlejuice looked like he'd stepped out of Scarface and if she thought he was sexy before she all but threw herself in his arms now. "There's my bad ass gangster husband." She assured with a laugh as he pulled her into his arms and the only song he remembered from those dumb Fifty Shades of porn movies began to play around them.
I put a spell on you… because you're mine.
With Fiona he didn't have to hold her at arms length, she placed her head on his chest easily and let him wrap his arms around her. He didn't need theatrics - no levitating, no bullshit, all she wanted was him. They moved slowly to the music, lost in one another as he trailed his fingers down to her hips and pulled her against his growing erection.
I put a spell on you…
"…because you're mine."
Fiona was silent - his intense gaze sobering as she rested her arms on his shoulders and slid her fingers into the back of his hair bringing his face closer to hers. The music and their costumes faded away as Beetlejuice kissed the corner of her mouth, then her jaw - brushing his tongue against her neck as his hands moved slowly up her back. "Beet—-…"
"Shh." He whispered against her lips, moving down her jaw again before letting his teeth graze her throat. She felt like she could melt into a puddle of pure desire at his feet when he finally kissed her - demanding her tongue as her fingers tightened in his hair. They disappeared from the living room; Fiona falling back on her bed as Beetlejuice advanced on top of her - finding her mouth again as she arched to his body.
"Your hearts beating really fast." He whispered against her throat, sliding his rough hands up her torso to remove her shirt as he trailed soft kisses down the valley between her breasts - kissing her ribs as he hung his head against her stomach - taking in his own unneeded breath before licking a wet trail across her abs and then down her right side - causing her to squirm as his teeth grazed her skin - continuing across her lower belly until his face was inches from her sex. His hands slid down her thighs - removing her panties as his teeth grazed her calf, tongue brushing against the inside of her left thigh as her body arched to his touch, hands sliding up her stomach to rest just below her breasts as he buried his face between her legs causing a sharp gasp to fly from her mouth.
Fuck. Fuck. A deep groan built in his throat as her desire poured into him, his tongue brushing against her most sensitive spots as he circled her clit in what felt like slow motion. Above him Fiona placed a hand over her face, raking her fingers into her hair as her other hand clutched the back of his head - sending a surge of pleasure through his body as he grasped her sides, pulling her down to his eager mouth.
All rational thought flew from the room, desperate pleas coming from Fiona as her breath caught in her throat and her body tensed in his arms. Beetlejuice never let up - keeping the same steady pace as her body finally shuddered around him and the breath she'd been holding exhaled from her lungs in a soft cry.
Beetlejuice kissed the inside of her shaking thigh gently, breathing hard against her skin for a moment while he regained his composure. He was going to fucking explode the second he was inside of her so he took his time kissing every inch of her skin while her racing heart began to calm. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor and when their eyes met again Fiona's were shiny with tears causing him to place a hand on either side of her head as she leaned into his kiss. "A-are you okay?" He whispered against her mouth, sinking his hands into her hair as she nodded her head and pulled him down to her, kissing him deeply. Fuck, he may not even last long enough to get inside of her at this rate.
"Fi…"
Fiona sat up on the bed slowly, pushing him to his knees before placing a hand on his chest and guiding him on his back, straddling his lap quickly as she leaned down to kiss him again. "Fiona…" He tried to clear his mind - think about anything but the beautiful woman against him but he was losing that battle. "Fi…"
"Tell me what you want." She whispered against his kiss, groaning as his fingers dug into her hips and held her against his raging dick that was still trapped in his pants. His hands moved up her back gently, sinking into her hair as their eyes met. She was so fucking beautiful. "I want to feel you on my dick." He groaned against her mouth as she helped him get rid of his pants and then she obliged - meeting his drunken gaze as she sank down to him slowly. The sound that escaped his chest let her know he was close so she slowed her pace, placing her hands on his chest as his hands found her rhythmic hips and he guided her body against his, groaning in delightful agony as he felt his release begin to build. His hand slid up her back - bringing her down to his chest as his hand gripped the nape of her neck - their foreheads touching as he thrust into her roughly and crashed his lips to hers, feeling her soaked pussy grip him tightly as she moaned against his kiss. "Fucking hell, Fiona…" He came hard and suddenly, filling her deeply as wave after wave of pleasure surged through his entire body.
"I fucking love you." Beetlejuice groaned against her mouth, holding the back of her neck tightly as she came around him again and cried out with ecstasy, riding out her orgasm as his head fell back on the bed and he tried to clear the stars from his vision. When their eyes met again he was looking at a goddess - blue gray eyes heavy with desire and dark hair clinging to her skin. "I fucking love you." He whispered this time - lost in her gaze as her mouth fell open but no words came out.
Despite the pure bliss they'd both just experienced his eyes narrowed at her silence. She fucking loved him too - she'd just been fucked over to many times to realize or accept it. "Tell me you love me too." He demanded, holding her in place as she tried to put some distance between them. "I know you fucking love me, Fi. I see it every time you look at me." She hung her head in shame as his fingers tightened around her neck.
"Fucking look at me!"
When she lifted her head tears poured down her cheeks and his tight hold made it impossible to brush them away. "I love you." He assured her, his own voice cracking with grief as he realized she wasn't going to say it back. Slowly he let her go, sitting up on his knees and sinking his hands into her hair as she tried to back away.
"Fiona? Why are you fighting this? Please just tell me you love me." She shook her head, a sob escaping her as her eyes closed tightly and more tears spilled down her face. Despite his love for her or the hundred different emotions running through his head he shoved her away suddenly and stood from the bed.
"Send me back." He muttered, grabbing his clothes from the floor as she watched him silently from the end of her bed. "Beet—-…, I…"
"Send me the fuck back Fiona. Now!" He yelled, his voice deep and deadly as a crack of lightening hit somewhere outside of her house and she whispered his name three times.
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