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i keep on fallin' [scrooge x magica]

If Magica had a heart, it would've been beating rapidly. Though she had longed to be free of her shadowy prison for centuries, a part of her had given up hope long ago. Even now, with the last of the ingredients gathered, that part of her said something wouldn't work. Scrooge's power wouldn't be strong enough, she'd been trapped too long - and then there was the horror of what if it did work? Would she age rapidly into bones or dust? If she lived, would she be able to adjust in this world? Ultimately, she was more afraid this night than she'd ever been her entire long, long life.

That was probably why she was so silent, as the last of the candles were lit. Technically, everything was being set up perfectly. She stayed on the while, quietly observing, staying as still as she could. Surely something would go wrong. Scrooge would change his mind. They'd gotten an ingredient wrong. Something. Anything.

Of course, stubborn as she was, she wasn't going to tell Scrooge how she felt. Let him draw his own conclusions.

"Hmm..."

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Well, the lady did ask.

He buried his beak in her neck again, scraping teeth against her skin and sampling her taste with his tongue. He admired her shape with his hands, the well-formed body feeling just as attractive as it looked. All the while, he continued brushing at that one spot, trying to make proper contact but not managing it.

Well, perhaps the theoretical next time when he wasn't drained from a massive spell and in a better position would bring him better luck on that last part.

Magica voice her agreement "Yes," with every breath, "Yes", getting louder and louder with every passing moment, "Yessss..."

She pressed his head into her neck, wanting him to devour every inch of her until nothing was left. He just didn't have enough hands or mouths to get all of her at once, which was so unfair. There were probably plenty of spells to fix that problem, but it might've been a mood killer. She'd have to settle for what he had.

Then again, judging from the size she was feeling down there, he might be more than she could handle. Gods, wouldn't that be fantastic.

Thank God she wasn't willing to transform him into some sort of abomination. "Mood killer" would've been a massive understatement.

It was by pure luck he actually managed to properly hit the target. He grunted as he shifted his hips, trying to get in just the right alignment and maneuver himself so she could feel more of him and he of her.

With every attempt, miss and hit, Magica lost more of her mind. It felt as if she didn't experience all of him, and soon, she would very well die. She needed him, needed him now and always, and there was only so much teasing she could take, even if he hadn't meant to do so.

She drew back, teeth grinding, and moved to take a handful of his hip, driving him in, trying to get the right angle, gods, dammit, it shouldn't be this complicated, it wasn't her fault she hadn't done this in centuries, he had better be worth every single -

"Oooh!"

Finally, mercifully, he was inside, and, oh, yes he was worth it.

Scrooge panted as he began moving his hips back and forth, thrusting as best he could in such an awkward position. He leaned his head forward so his beak rested on her shoulder, hands tightly gripping her hips as he continued familiarizing himself with what she felt like surrounding him.

For the first time ever, he got why people seemed to like doing this so much.

Any games, any seduction, any care about being superior or conquering was done. It had been so long since she'd been taken, apparently she'd forgotten what it was like - or maybe Scrooge was just so good that it destroyed all previous experiences. Or both. Let him do whatever he wanted, it didn't matter anymore.

Her mouth was open, but she couldn't form any words. Her eyes rolled back, her breath hard, her fingers losing their hold on him.

Him being that good was unlikely. He doubted he had a natural talent for this, but at least he'd pleased her.

He rocked with her for several minutes before he finally, reluctantly, removed himself from her. He'd started this entire endeavor exhausted, and he was especially so now. He leaned his head back to rest it against the floor as he loosened his grip.

Magica was practically melted down to the core, rocking her hips back and forth. She didn't want this to end - and then she felt him move - back? Oh, no, nononono, don't you fucking dare, not when she was - almost - almost -

Apparently he'd hit just the spot just as he left, as luck would have it, as it was the last thing her body could handle before climax. She let out a shrill cry before collapsing against him, her body writhing on his. "Oooh, yes..."

Scrooge chuckled, one hand resting lightly on her back. "I'll take that as a sign that I do decent enough work."

His voice was a bit breathy as his body relaxed again. He could've very happily curled up on the floor and gotten a solid eight hours of sleep.

Magica didn't even have enough energy for decent snark or bite. She was still recovering from her body's finish, her nerves on fire. She'd deny if it he said it, but she was snuggling up to him, nuzzling her beak to his neck. "Mmm...."

"Ye might be more comfortable on a bed, lassie," he murmured sleepily, accent thickening with his exhaustion. His eyelids started drooping as the last of his energy flagged.

"Don't care." And she really didn't. Maybe her restored powers could have teleported them to a more comfortable place or transformed what was beneath them, but she genuinely didn't want to budge. Not when he was warm and soft enough, and there was no need to pull an inch away from him when he was holding her so tenderly.

"You'll do."

"Glad to be of--yawn!--service," he mumbled as he drifted off, periodically mumbling in his sleep.

Well, at least she was used to that.

As exhausted as Magica was, the magic in her veins made sure she didn't need to sleep as often as the average person. So as he went into dreamland, she quietly stroked the feathers atop his head, watching him.

She was used to this, yes, but now she could touch, lay, listen, smell... he was hers. All hers.

"Goodnight, Scroogie."

No matter when Magica fell asleep, she ended up being the first to wake up. At some point, Scrooge had rolled over to lie more comfortably on his side...though that had likely dumped her off to one side as well.

Still, there was evidence of what they had done all over the place: The chalk lines around them were smudged and in places smeared with suspicious fluids, and Magica's scent was all over Scrooge with his on her. Then of course was Magica's stretched blouse.

It likely wouldn't take too much to wake Scrooge, but given everything that had happened last night--major magic work and sex--he was pretty worn out.

This gave Magica plenty of time to asses the situation she was in. With her returned magic, it was quite easy to clean up here and there - mostly to make herself look presentable when he woke up - and now she sat, mulling. She was finally free, with all of her powers intact. There was nothing stopping her from rising up and getting her promised revenge on the entire McDuck clan.

Nothing physically, anyway. But the very real thing stopping her was comfortably sleeping in front of her. Horror of horrors, she had been tempted to move him so he'd sleep in her lap, so she could stroke his head - like some damned giddy lovesick schoolgirl. Her first act of freedom had been jumping the bones of her sworn enemy. Now what?

What the hell was wrong with her? When she had made the deal with Scrooge, a part of her was crossing her fingers, ready to abandon him the second she was flesh again. What did she need with him, except as a tool to enact her vengeance? It was what she always wanted. It was supposed to be worth everything. And now the thought of it felt so... pointless. She could kill them all, and - what would it do? What would it bring? Would it actually feel better than the night they just had?

As she thought, she airily waved one hand, fixing herself up with her magic - the shadows provided her with a new dress, her hair straightened, and she was as good as new. So she stared at Scrooge, thinking, thinking, thinking.

Scrooge had no idea what Magica's thoughts were. Instead, he shifted in his sleep, trying to get that much more comfortable on the hard floor. He'd slept in worse conditions than this. His internal alarm had hit the snooze button. Otherwise he would've been up before first light.

He mumbled something incomprehensible before breathing Magica's name. Apparently, her shadow lingered even in his dreams.

Magica's eyes widened as she heard her name. Centuries ago, she would have cackled at such a sight, knowing she was terrifying the McDucks in their worst nightmares. But that was not this. This was... As if he was...

No. Surely not. It'd be mad to think it. They could be considered allies. Friends, at a stretch. Every day was full of bickering, every night an education. Lust was natural, desire was expected, but.

But. And she finally dared to think it.

But Scrooge McDuck was in love with her. And she -

NO. Noooo nononononono no. A creature like her was incapable of such an emotion, be it for family, friends or otherwise. It was a weakness, a flaw in the design of mortal creatures, it couldn't be happening to the world's most powerful sorceress! Just because she wanted to hold him didn't mean - just because she wanted to stay with him didn't mean - just because she valued his happiness didn't mean -

"Oh, no." She buried her face in her hands, embarrassed beyond reason.

There was a saying in the modern world: marry your best friend.

Scrooge shifted again at her voice, opening his eyes and giving a rather-impressive yawn. He looked over at her, blinking slowly, his own voice a bit rough from first waking up as he asked, "What time is it?"

A part of her was tempted to snap at him, tell him to shut up, he did this to her! He burdened her with weak feelings! She'd be a true dark sorceress if she ended his miserable life here and now!

"A little past sunrise." She finally mumbled, reluctantly understanding that for all the mental screams of blood echoing in her head, she simply lacked the will to follow up. She sighed, putting her hands in her lap, hoping that Scrooge hadn't realized either of their feelings.

"Well, I've certainly been lazy, haven't I?" Scrooge opened his mouth in another yawn, shaking his head to try and clear some of the cobwebs from it. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine." She answered far too quickly. She then shook her head - it'd do no good for him to see her at her weakest. Time to play the part of the seductive, powerful sorceress.

"With my magic returned, my energy is limitless. Which is fortunate, should you ever last a little longer than before."

"Excuse me for not taking a nap to get a little bit of extra energy. Wasn't expecting to be put physically through my paces such as they were."

As bland as his face was, there was the faint creep of a blush. He'd enjoyed it but that hadn't exactly been what he'd expected of his first time.

Magica smirked - excellent, she spotted his weakness before he spotted hers. Now, all she had to do was keep this up for... the rest of their natural lives.

She wasn't really good at planning things ahead, was she?

"And here I thought you enjoyed a bit of adventure here and there." She reached over to stroke the underside of his beak. "Should I give you a warning next time?"

He shivered at the touch, part of him really, really wanting to pick up where they left off last night. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined at least once during the long years they'd been together what she looked and felt like.

Luckily for her, he wasn't quite alert enough to have recognized her quiet response to his initial question.

"I'm just saying if you wanted me to last longer, you should've jumped me at some point when I hadn't just finished creating your body out of magic." He paused. "...Somehow that didn't sound as odd in my head as it does out loud."

i keep on fallin' [scrooge x magica]

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Figured I'd give Magica a little more time to think.

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