Fiona hung her toothbrush back on it's designated peg looking up at herself in the bathroom mirror. Despite her recent scalding hot shower she could still feel Joel's slimy hands on her body and the thought sent a shiver of fear through her. She had no idea what Beetlejuice was going to do to him but if he found out what Joel had tried to do to her…, she didn't know if he would come back the same person. The fear running through her turned back to sorrow at the thought of losing any part of him.

Running her fingers through her damp hair she took in a deep needed breath, blowing it out slowly. How long did it take to dismember a rapist piece of shit? She needed Beetlejuice here to assure her he loved her despite her earlier hesitation and that Joel would never fuck with her again but she didn't want to summon him in the middle of the carnage she knew he was causing. The look on his face when he left her was deadly.

A heavy knock filled the house making her eyes grow wide. It was after midnight and she was standing in her downstairs bathroom stark naked. They knocked again. Slinking down the hallway to her bedroom she grabbed a pale pink satin robe and tied it around her body tightly, this would have to do despite the silky material barely covering her ass. More than likely it was the police coming to haul that ass off to prison for nearly stabbing a man to death in her living room. They would say she buried the body in the backyard and she'd never see the light of day again.

Was Connecticut a death penalty state?

Fiona took another deep breath, grabbing the large chefs knife from the kitchen floor where Beetlejuice had left it and placed it behind her back - reaching for the door knob slowly. On the other side of the door Beetlejuice stood with his head cast down, lifting his cigarette to his lips and taking a deep inhale of nicotine. The fire from the cigarette cast a dim light across his troubled face making her eyes go wide at the sight of him.

Slowly he lifted his eyes to meet her wide gaze and even though he was the same as she remembered there was something vaguely different about him.

"Beetlejuice?"

For the first time since she'd met him he didn't try to stop her from saying his name, he just searched her eyes silently like he was seeing her for the first time. He didn't know if she really wanted him - really…, loved him. She had been in shock when she said it before but he knew that he fucked loved her and that was all he needed.

"Hey babes."

Her heart sank into the pit of her stomach. He'd killed Joel - murdered that piece of shit for her and it had finished off what little piece of humanity he clung to. "A-are you okay? Why are you knocking on the door?" She asked quickly, reaching for him and placing a hand on each side of his face as she searched his eyes. He didn't answer her, didn't even touch her as they stood in the threshold of her back door. "B? Tell me you're okay?" She whispered as he watched her blue gray eyes fill with tears.

He opened his mouth but closed it again, letting her gaze fall. "I uh, can I come in?" He muttered, bringing his smoke back to his mouth to take another needed drawl before flicking it across the yard. "You're asking permission?" Fiona said with a nervous laugh taking a step back to give him room to come inside. When he looked up at her again a gasp fell from her lips.

The eyes she knew, the ones she gazed into when they came together were a dull mossy green from centuries of death now shone a bright jade color, striking against his warmed skin. He looked… alive. "Your eyes." Fiona whispered, moving towards him again as she sank her fingers into his soft hair and held his gaze to hers. "What the fuck happened to you?" She demanded quietly as a smile pulled at his lips.

He'd watched Joel fall into a pit of hell, tossing his severed penis in behind him and then he took his first needed breath of air in six hundred years. "Joel uh, we…" He didn't know how to explain what happened to him - by the time they closed the trapdoor to hell a rush of life filled his chest and then he was just…, here. Fucking breathing and feeling shit he hadn't felt in a long fucking time. "…we traded lives, babes."

The thought terrified him because what if she didn't want him. What if she liked him better as a ghost she could get rid of with a word. "I didn't have time to come ask you if this was something you wanted…, if you don't I can jus—-…"

Fiona kissed him, pulling him to her chest as he sank his hands into the back of her hair and returned the kiss desperately.

"You're breathing?" She whispered against his mouth pulling her face back to look at him again. Her own eyes were shiny with tears but the smile on her face sent a surge of hope through him. All he could do was nod. He had no words just this new energy flowing through him. "…and Joel…, isn't?"

Beetlejuice shook his head no.

To his surprise she didn't express any joy that asshole was dead she just nodded slightly and pulled him back to her parted lips to kiss him again. "How did you…?" She shook the thought quickly. "Maybe it's better I don't know. I just… can't believe you're…" Fiona placed her hand on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart against her palm. His muscles tensed at her next question.

"Do you have… Joel's… soul?"

"Fuck no." If that was the terms he wouldn't have done it. He didn't want any part of that sick mother fucker. "I didn't kill him. He agreed…, after I threatened to rip off his dick - to switch places with me. Then I ripped off his dick and he cashed in a one way ticket straight to hell."

Fiona's eyes went wide as she took in his information. "So he can't… haunt me?"

"No babes. Souls that go to Heaven don't want to come back and souls that go to Hell can't come back. You don't ever have to deal with him or anyone like him ever again."

Relief washed over her beautiful face as she nodded. "… and you don't have to do the whole name thing anymore? No more having to pop up like a genie every time someone calls it?" Beetlejuice shook his head no, studying her carefully. Despite losing his ghastly abilities after gaining his life back you couldn't take years of reading people from him and he knew Fiona like the back of his hand. "I didn't do this to break that curse, Fi. I did it because I want to be with you all the time. I want to wake up beside you every day… and I want to show your doppelgänger what the hell she missed out on when she didn't run away with me all those centuries ago."

Beetlejuice brushed away the tear that rolled down Fiona's cheek, matching her grin as she leaned into his chest and wrapped her arms around him. "I love you." She whispered as he hugged her to his chest. "I love you too, babes." Beetlejuice whispered against her temple as he took in a quick intake of needed air. This breathing shit was going to take some time to remaster.

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Fiona opened her eyes slowly, reaching a hand out to touch Beetlejuice's rising chest as he gasped for air - running a hand over his face and into his hair with a groan.

"We're going to have to get you a C-PAP machine if you can't figure out how to instinctually breathe through the night." She muttered sleepily, grinning at him as he pulled air deep into his lungs and turned his eyes to hers. "Sorry." He muttered, closing his eyes. She had all but collapsed in his arms from exhaustion after the initial shock of the past twenty-four hours finally began to wear off and much to her dismay he had barely touched her since.

Three whole days he'd been a real boy - with no interest in consummating their living, breathing relationship. She wanted to give him time to adjust to everything - she couldn't imagine being dead for six hundred years and then, not being dead anymore but looking at him now - the way his blond hair fell into his eyes and his rough hands raked over his face it stirred something primal inside of her.

"You have really nice hands." She whispered as he offered her one and she slid her palm into his. "Nice… hands?" He muttered, still half asleep as she ran her thumb across his knuckles - tracing the wide scar with her delicate touch. When she looked up from his perfectly calloused fingers his eyes were trained on her. "Thank you." She whispered between them, smiling softly as blue eyes searched green. He couldn't answer her, lost in her beautiful gaze.

"…for protecting me from Joel. I feel like a weight has been lifted off of me…, knowing he's finally gone."

Slowly her eyes went back to his hand, running her thumb over the scar again before moving on to the prominent veins across the top. "…and I know Valarie would have thanked you for trying to save her from her own fate, if she could."

Beetlejuice cleared his throat, letting his gaze fall between them as he shook his head. The shame that he felt every time he thought of those assholes filled his chest, causing his newly active heart to race. "I didn't protect you." He muttered, watching her fingers trace the lines in his palm. Despite his heavy thoughts her touch was stirring something else inside of him, something he had a hard time controlling around her no matter how hard he tried. "He almost…." His voice cracked with grief as she brought her other hand to his jaw and lifted his eyes to hers.

"Hey. He didn't."

Beetlejuice dropped her gaze, brushing away the single tear that threatened to fall from his left eye. "Is that why you won't touch me?" Fiona whispered, scooting closer to him in the bed as he tried to ignore her question. He didn't want to talk about this. He didn't want to cause her anymore trauma for his own selfish needs. "B. I want you to touch me." She whispered as his eyes met hers again. She had no idea how hard it was to deny himself her perfect body, especially now with these renewed feelings and senses but the thought of hurting her was too much. "Touch every inch of me until you burn the memory of that asshole from my skin."

He turned to her slowly, letting his hand rest on her hip as his other sank into the back of her hair and brought her to him - kissing her deeply. "Do you know how hard it's been to keep these hands off of you?" He muttered against her lips before turning so he was hovering over.

Fiona slid her hands over his hard chest and to his neck, pulling him down to her roughly as their lips met and he lost himself in her, grazing his teeth against her throat as his fingers grasped her hips - sliding up her torso as a soft groan escaped her. Her fingers caressed his hair as he lowered his head to her ribs and placed a delicate kiss to her skin, holding her body to his mouth as he trailed his tongue past her navel and slipped his fingers into the hem of her panties.

Fiona let her head fall back to her pillow, tightening her fingers in his hair as he moved his face up the inside of her thigh slowly - taking his time to kiss and lick every inch of her just like she asked. By the time his tongue found her soaked center the sounds coming from her throat were inhuman. Beetlejuice groaned at the sound of her, vibrating her most sensitive spots as she cried out above him and held his head in place with desperate fingers - causing a surge of pleasure to wash over him as he licked her deeply. When his name left her lips like a prayer he pulled away from her roughly; sinking two fingers inside of her as she detonated around him - crying out as her chest heaved with ecstasy.

When he glanced up he met her drunken gaze, whimpers escaping her pouted lips as she watched him lick his fingers clean with a satisfied smirk on his handsome face. "Beetlejuice…," Fiona warned, closing her eyes at the feel of his rough hands moving up her hips - taking her shirt over her head slowly before sinking his weight onto her. She turned her head to kiss his palm as his hands moved over her hair, brushing against her breast as she gasped at the feel of him. "Tell me something else you love that's mine?" He asked softly, bending his head to kiss her jaw - moving down to her throat and then her collar bone.

"Your lips." She groaned, the words rushing out of her throat as he grazed his teeth against a hard nipple. "These lips?" Beetlejuice whispered, kissing the pink bud softly before dragging his tongue across it. A hiss of pleasure fell from her mouth and all she could do was nod. "Anything else?" He asked innocently - moving his face over to her other breast to repeat the process. "Your arms." Fiona assured him, letting her nails rake over his forearms and to his shoulders as he closed the space between them, their chests touching as he caged her head between his arms.

"Is that it?" He whispered against her jaw, pressing his aching dick into her thigh as a moan escaped her. "Y-your voice." She gasped, clutching his sides as he ground his erection between her thighs. Her quiet words of affirmation were driving him insane - the way they caught in her throat when he touched her. "My voice?" He asked softly, burying his face in her hair as he whispered all of the filthy wonderful things he wanted to do to her body.

"You're driving me crazy." Fiona whined, sinking her nails into his back as he continued to grind his cock against her - waiting for her to say what he wanted to hear. "What else baby?" He continued, kissing a line from her ear to her neck and then down her shoulder. "You're…" A groan escaped her as he finally removed his boxers, sliding his hands back up her body as his dick rubbed against her, settling between her soaked thighs. "Please…" She whispered, eyes closing as he thrust his hips towards her - running his length against her as the head brushed her clit. Fiona tightened her grip on his shoulders, bringing their faces closer. "Please, B…"

"Just tell me your favorite part." He mumbled against her lips, devouring her moans as he kissed her desperately, grinding his hips against hers as her fingers raked into the back of his hair. He pulled away from her slowly, hanging his head as she finally whispered "your cock" against his jaw and he thrust inside of her deeply - causing her nails to break skin as she cried out with pleasure.

"…your pussy is so wet…" Beetlejuice groaned, kissing her collar bone softly as a whimper escaped her throat. A damn of sensations and emotions were flooding his chest as his head fell against her heart and he took in a deep needed breath, closing his eyes tightly to try and stay in control of his body. "A-are you okay?" Fiona whispered, the words sending a surge of pleasure through his already overwhelmed system.

"Y-yeah. Just…, give me a second." He groaned against her throat, feeling her stretching around him as his chest heaved with desire. Sinking his hands into her hair he finally began to move - thrusting into her slowly as her moans filled his head. He kissed her - trying to focus but there was no use. Once she tightened around him, body humming with pleasure he was to far gone, thrusting into her desperately as she clung to him, digging her nails into his shoulder as he filled her pussy deeply. "Holy shit, Fi. You're gonna send me back to The Netherworld before the weeks out." He whispered against the side of her face as a soft laugh escaped her.

"Me? I think you killed me and brought me back twice."

It was his turn to laugh, kissing her temple as he pushed himself up from her chest carefully and glanced around the room for something to clean up with. Finding her shirt he slid the soft material between her thighs, mopping up the consequences of their actions like a true gentlemen. "Beetlejuice?"

"Yeah babes?" He muttered, cleaning himself off before tossing the shirt towards the clothes basket in the corner of the room. "Now that you're… amongst the living again… can you get me pregnant?"

His gaze jerked towards her so hard she worried he'd snap his neck, eyes going wide at the realization that he could definitely get her pregnant now that he was a living breathing member of society again.

"Shit."

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"Shit?" Beetlejuice asked in question, watching Fiona leap from the bed and take off down the narrow hallway to the bathroom. "Shit?" He asked the empty room feeling a frown pull at his lips. What was so bad about having a kid with him?

"Babes?"

Walking down the hallway he adverted his eyes as Fiona sat on the toilet peeing, willing his seed away as if that shit would work. "I can't get pregnant." She muttered, raking her fingers through her hair as she looked up at him. "Okay? Then what's the problem?"

"What? No. I can get pregnant I just don't want to. I would be a terrible fucking mom, B."

Beetlejuice raised an eyebrow, meeting her intense gaze as she cleaned herself up and turned to the shower. "I've got to stay standing up for the rest of the day." She muttered, turning the shower on and stepping under the spray of water quickly. "I don't, um… don't think it works like that babes."

What the hell did he know about making babies? His thoughts went to Valarie for a moment, her bright blue eyes full of secrets. Fiona glanced up to him as he stood at the shower, watching her quietly. She would be a perfect mom and the thought of them bringing a child into the world filled his chest with hope. "My mom was fucking terrible, B. No ones ever taught me how to be loving and nurturing. I would destroy a kid."

"Fi…" He felt himself frowning at her words as she looked at him with stubborn determination in her blue gray eyes. "O-okay. Can I shower too?" Was she ever going to let him touch her again? Shit. "Yeah. Just… promise not to fuck me right now. I'm freaking out."

A sly smile fell to his lips as he lifted his hands and drew a cross over his heart.

Five minutes into their shared shower Fiona's back hit the wall and he was thrusting inside of her desperately as her fingers raked through his hair and she kissed him deeply.

X

"Is having a kid with me really that awful? You'd be a great mom, Fi."

Fiona ignored him, sipping her hot coffee as she watched Beetlejuice round the table from the rim of her mug. She had called him a womanizing seducer while they were drying off, causing him to laugh despite her ire. "I was washing my hair!" He assured her as she turned to the bathroom mirror and raked a brush through her wet hair. "It's not my fault you started running your nails down my back. I warned you, twice."

Now she was sitting at the kitchen table drinking her coffee silently. "Babes. I love you. Having a kid with you sounds fucking amazing but if you don't want to that's okay too. Just don't ask me not to fuck you anymore because I physically can't." He assured, leaning down to place a kiss to her exposed shoulder. A shiver of pleasure ran through her as she tilted her head back and allowed him to kiss her sweetly.

"Can you pull out?" She asked, taking another sip of her coffee as she watched him sit down beside her - meeting her eyes with confusion. "Of what?"

Fiona raised her eyebrow.

"You?" Beetlejuice asked with a laugh - shaking his head. "No way in hell, babes. Have you ever fucked you before?" Fiona rolled her eyes and sat her mug down on the table. "I guess I'll have to get on birth controls. Or we can use condoms." They both frowned at that idea. "Or…" Beetlejuice muttered, sitting his cup of coffee down beside hers as he grabbed her chair and pulled her close to him, searching her curious eyes. Her breath caught in her throat as he let his gaze fall to her parted lips. "You can just let me fuck you… and fill you whenever I want and we'll deal with whatever happens."

Fiona groaned softly but she didn't know if it was from desire or worry. "What if I get pregnant?" She whispered between them, taking in a quick breath as he leaned closer to her and placed his lips just below her ear, kissing her skin softly. "Then I marry you and keep you pregnant until this house is full of wild little green eyed heathens."

Fiona laughed softly, shaking her head. "You're so old fashioned." She muttered as his lips grazed hers. "I'm six hundred and thirty years old." He assured her, finally pressing his lips to hers as her smile spread across her face. "You're pretty spry for such an old man."

It was Beetlejuice's turn to laugh. "You have no idea, babes."

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