Say that you want me every day/That you want me every way (scrooge x magica)

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 It had been one week since the "disloyalists" were punished, and the effects were still being felt. Slave and comrade alike were terrified to be in Magica's presence, lest they say the wrong thing to set her off and receive anything similar to what the husband and wife had gone through. No one was even sure what they had done - there were plenty of rumors, but the only thing anyone was sure that those two somehow proved they didn't belong in the coven.

It was perhaps because of this overwhelming fear that very few took notice that the formally ranked lowest slave, Scrooge McDuck, was being allowed privileges even highly-respected witches had yet to achieve. The castle library was filled to the brim with books, scrolls, parchments, some of it old as time itself. They had languages from around the world, scientific concepts that many couldn't fathom, and untold power lurking in the chapters. In the wrong hands, this room could've been used to destroy all the witches and warlocks in the land.

But it was in Scrooge's hands, so why worry? With her duties done for the day, Magica headed for the library - enjoying the shriek that came out of an older slave that accidentally made eye-contact with her - to see him. Her future husband was set to arrive soon, and as a result she wanted to spend as much time with her real lover as possible - that she'd be admitted, anyway. She also wanted to check up on his progress - surely a brilliant mind like his could improve leaps and bounds with the right setting. (Plus, she was a smidgen jealous that some musty tomes got him more excited than seeing her naked form, dammit all to hell.)

She knocked twice before entering. "I do hope I'm not interrupting anything."

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And, as expected, Magica stared at him, incredulous, eyes wide. A long moment of silence passed, and it wouldn't have been unreasonable to assume an angry scream was going to follow.

Her mouth twitched, then her cheek, and a muffled noise came from her lips. Then she couldn't control it any longer.

She burst into loud, roaring laughter, one hand to her stomach, almost in tears. It was an odd sensation for her - usually her laughter consisted of cackles at someone else's suffering. This was a reaction to something she genuinely saw as hilarious, which in of itself was rare.

It took several minutes for her to even compose, "Horses!"

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"It helped cool them down after hard riding," Scrooge continued, turning a bit pink. "That and it seemed to make the mares getting ready to foal more comfortable, making the whole process go more smoothly. I had to learn by touch given I might get kicked or bit."

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Maybe it was all the stress she'd gone through earlier by fear of losing him, that made her continue to go into hysterics even as he explained. Thankfully she still heard him, she just couldn't respond right away.

"Horses..." She repeated, trying to catch her breath. "All this time I thought that stupid former owner of yours taught you!" What a relief, to be quite honest.

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He shook his head.

"No, she didn't have me start sleeping with her until some months after I started working for her and her husband. By that time, I'd been working in the stables at my previous owner for a few years."

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She waved a hand, eager to return to the original point, while letting the last of her giggles die. "Very well. You know how to do it well enough to people that they can't tell where the origins came from, and I am the most brilliant sorceress that ever lived. Surely it can't be difficult for me to master it."

Truthfully, the only thing she might have difficulty with is resisting the urge to make it immediately sexual.

"I want to learn it, so I can apply it to you."

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"Well, I can teach you a few of my tricks," Scrooge said, finally fully relaxing. He walked closer to her. "You have to pay very close attention to what you're doing and learn the feel of how the muscles react, or you can actually injure someone with it. Like this."

He placed his hands on her shoulders and began kneading at them to relax the muscles there.

"I can feel the tension leaving your shoulders when I do that. But if I did this..."

He adjusted his grip on her left shoulder, driving his fingers into a bundle of nerves that sent a paralyzing shock up and down that arm. It would go away a few moments after he released her, of course, but it would still hurt and uncomfortably tingle even for a few minutes afterwards.

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Magica jerked - the first time he'd massaged her, the pain had taken ages to come, due to a mix of magic and being a centuries old-sorceress. But now that a more reasonable amount of time passed, the pain came immediately, and it showed in her eyes and a clench of her teeth. It was still small compared to battles and blood she'd been in ages ago, but it was there.

"Rrright. That's bad. That's very bad." She managed to articulate. "You have to make every finger motion count. For good."

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Scrooge nodded, going back to gently kneading her shoulders in apology.

"One of the stable hands--not a slave, a hired servant--got drunk before giving my master two owners ago's prized hunter a rub down and did significant damage to the nerve of the hunter's left hind leg. It ended up crippling the horse, and he couldn't walk with pain, so Master had to put the hunter down. He then forced the servant to work as a slave to pay off not just the cost of the hunter by the money he would've received in breeding fees."

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Well, damn - one wrong touch could cripple another? There was another point for the power of mere mortals. It was almost impressive. It gave her more of a reason to take things slow and steady with Scrooge - even if she could heal any injury she gave him with a spell or two, she would much prefer to avoid hurting him altogether.

"Some people's stupidity is mind-blowing... but still, a person's body is different than a horse. How did you manage to find what works where?"

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"That I figured out on my former mistress," Scrooge admitted. "I started by massaging the meatier areas where I would be less likely to hit a nerve and then moved slowly on the parts where I thought might have more nerves. I also on occasion would massage out some of my own injuries using some of the horse liniment leftover on my hands."

He paused.

"Though to be honest, my former mistress largely just wanted me to satiate her and leave."

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Magica made a pleased "hm" noise. Yes, that woman deserved to be used as an experiment. Let her suffer so Magica wouldn't have to, it was all that hag was good for. A stepping stone for something better.

"My only regret is that I didn't get rid of her sooner." A light pat to his hands, thanking him for doing a good job currently. "So, there's some measure of confidence to this. I'll have to take things slow and steady. And if I do hurt you, you must say so." She still doubted she would, egocentric as ever, but it was important he knew anyway. "I won't learn if you just say whatever you think I want to hear."

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"If given the choice between pleasing you for a moment by lying and pleasing you in the long term by making sure you don't damage me permanently, I have to pick the latter," Scrooge said, lowering his hands and turning so his back was to her.

After all, the goal was to be as irreplaceable as possible so he could live that much longer.

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Magica reached forward - hesitated - then reached forward again, getting out of her seat to touch his shoulders. She set her fingers, and began to slowly knead. At first, she wasn't sure what was a knot, and what was just a bunch of pinched cloth.

Slow, press, slow, press. Magica bit the inside of her cheek. This wasn't difficult, but it wasn't a walk in the park as she had expected. "Hm."

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Probably one problem was that Scrooge's muscles were already pretty tight. Like her, he'd learned to adapt to the pain even if it was a constant dull ache in the back of his mind. Unlike her, he hadn't had the option to alleviate some of it with a nice hot soak from time to time.

He took slow, deep breaths, trying to consciously relax his own muscles to help her feel what a "loose" muscle felt like. Then he looked over his shoulder at her.

"It might be easier if I take off my shirt and lie down?"

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Magica smirked, and then mentally had to flick herself - no, not a come on, don't use this as an opportunity for pleasuring yourself. She cleared her throat, returning to reality. "Do so." She lightly commanded, reminding herself this was for his longevity and to endear her to him. No need to ruin things by giving in to basic instincts.

"... Those oils help, don't they?"

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"Aye. Help with blood flow and relaxing the muscles. The lavender in particular's a good herb for relaxation," Scrooge explained.

He removed his shirt and laid down on the bed just as he'd said he would. The thought that she might have taken it to be sexual to start with hadn't crossed his mind thanks to her question.

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So that was why. She merely assumed it was the smell. Magica felt a little dumb, or at the very least, that Scrooge was smarter than she was in some areas. After a little self-"hmph", she removed her gloves and fetched the bottle of lavender. She wasn't sure how much to use, and hoped only a small dabble would do. The last thing she wanted to do was use too much and wind up humiliating herself as she worked him.

She'd already shown him far too much weakness.

Magica walked to his side, admired the view briefly, and then laid her hands on his back. Slowly, steadily, trying to memorize and understand the body beneath her. She could take her time, this would be an important lesson.

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When one didn't have magic, one turned to learning more mundane things to do the same job. It always paid to know what plants were poisonous and which plants helped. Only favored slaves got good treatment for their injuries. Scrooge had always had to tend to himself.

He closed his eyes and tried to relax his mind and body. His right shoulder in particular ached today, and he had half a mind to not complain. However, this was the sort of thing she would want to know the feel of.

"My right shoulder's achin' a bit," he told her. "Would you please ease that first?"

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There we go, some preference! "Poor thing," she cooed, before starting to work on the assigned area. It did feel tense, so she made sure to go slowly, tenderly, watching his body for any reactions good or bad. The little comment was all she said, otherwise preoccupied. Mortal bodies were both complicated and fragile, a bizarre paradox.

She thought back to her plan, to stretch out his life to match her own, and her eyes kept going back to the symbol on his shoulder. She put it there, after all - and she frowned. So many of her spells were done without putting thought into the consequences - then again, centuries ago, if someone had told her that she'd be obsessed with a mortal slave, she would have laughed, then killed them for the insult.

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The muscles beneath her hands twitched and spasmed as she worked. They were too tight to be eased by a light touch.

"A little more pressure please. Think about kneading the muscle like you would knead bread dough. I'll let you know if it's too much pressure," he told her.

After all, verbal input would help her connect the feel of a tense muscle that needed more attention to one that was already loose.

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"You made this seem easy." A bit of a whine, a bit of admittance of her own frustration. Besides, in what world would a grand sorceress knead bread?! But she bit the comment down.

All right then - it took a few tries of her imagination to get the picture he was trying to give her, and so she pressed her fingers in deeper, harder, while making sure not to use her full strength. Was there a spell to prevent bodies from getting tense or tired? Add that to the pile to look up.

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"And you make lighting a candle without a match look easy," Scrooge pointed out. "Practice, practice--ah!--practice." He hissed a bit before blowing out a breath. "That's good. It's going to hurt to start with, but it'll get better. Just keep adding pressure and releasing it."

Perhaps it would remind her of ocean waves, which was the same basic push-pull needed for kneading bread. Scrooge had never seen the ocean before.

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"That's hardly the same." But this reply was less bitter and more teasing. After all, this was the Scrooge she liked - the one with sass and brains. Everyone in the coven was so dull, so subservient, and the only time they ever challenged her on anything was on stupid things like marriage and children. One snide comment from him meant more to her than all their idiotic boot-licking.

Add pressure, release. Add pressure, release. Hm... this did remind her of a few things - ocean waves, for one, but also careful grinding when it came to brewing potions, one had to be precise with ingredients.

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"It's the same basic principle of any skill," Scrooge retorted.

He stayed quiet as she continued, periodically hissing or grunting as the soreness intensified. However, one often times had to hurt before they could heal.

Magica would feel the exact moment that the muscles finally fully relaxed as Scrooge gave a moan of relief. True, the rest of his back was still tense and sore, but there was some part of his body that didn't feel like a taught bowstring.

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Wasn't that a pleasant noise. If only there was a way to record that and play it whenever she wanted - she shook her head, willing herself back into concentration. "Sounds like success," she purred, pleased to finally get it right. It just made her want to do the same to the rest of his body.

Once she was sure his shoulder was taken care of, she headed to the other one, repeating the process. Of course she mastered it, she was a genius, there was never any doubt!