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

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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A proper massage took time and concentration. She would find that the entire process meant essentially starting from scratch each time she moved on to a new location.

But the warmth of her hands, the smell of the lavender, and that blissful release of tension allowed her to hear more of those moans as he was converted little by little into proverbial putty in her hands. He honestly couldn't remember what total relaxation felt like, assuming he'd ever known to begin with.

Like many things in life, hard work was worth the effort. It wasn't easy, and at times it was a bit more difficult than she anticipated, but "giving up" was not something Magica was capable of. She managed to control her libido as well, although she did allow herself to kiss his shoulder every once in a while.

It took a long time to undo every single knot, to relax every single muscle, but time was something Magica always had. Once all of his back was finished, she climbed into bed beside him, lovingly stroking his head.

Scrooge didn't move even after she was finished, breathing slowly and sighing contentedly. He laid there, enjoying the feel of all that persistent soreness gone.

After several minutes, he finally forced himself to put in enough effort to inch closer to her, still trying to stay as boneless as possible. He even nuzzled her a little with his beak to show his appreciation without having to shatter the calm of the quiet.

Why couldn't things stay this way forever? If she could just freeze this moment of time... No marriages, no babies, no fears of death and hatred. Just sweet silence and little touches. Magica tenderly ran her fingers over and under Scrooge's beak, smiling at his affection. Yes, maybe now he understood her odd devotion. That out of all the masters he ever had, she was the best.

If anyone were to ask her why this gave her such warm happiness, she wouldn't be able to answer. She really didn't know, really didn't understand it herself.

Some cynical part of his brain was screeching that she was setting him up for the fall. After all, just who did he think made that mark on his shoulder in the first place?

However, she'd treated him with so much genuine kindness, even making sure he got his revenge on his former mistress and master. She'd healed his scars and eased the pain in his back muscles.

Perhaps she was setting himself up for the fall, but the rest of him didn't care. Her kindness at least seemed genuine enough, and quiet moments like this made him think just maybe she did care.

He'd been raised to obey, but this was one of the few moments he felt any sort of real loyalty towards an owner.

After watching him a little watching him for a little while longer, Magica slid down slowly so she was laying on her back, reaching over to pull Scrooge into her arms. Again, there was a temptation to take this to a more physical level, but also again, it wasn't the foremost need in her mind. She was... content to simply hold him. How strange.

"Stay with me a while." She murmured. How long would that be? Who knew. Everything could wait. Nothing else seemed to matter.

"There's nowhere else I would rather be, Magica," he told her honestly, wrapping his arms around her as well as he nuzzled her.

To be honest, from the outside this probably looked rather compromising, particularly since he was naked.

Most of Magica's happiest moments were from outright cruelty to others, or achieving powers that no one could touch. So she really had no idea why what he said - in combination that he finally said her name - gave her such a warm, melting feeling in her chest. Even her smile - which she hadn't noticed she was making - reflected this, so different from her usual smirks.

Magica cupped his cheeks and kissed him, going for nothing more than that, before holding him even tighter to her chest. Hers hers hers, he preferred her, he wanted her, she had him and nothing could change that.

Scrooge kissed her back, feeling too lazy and comfortable to add much heat to it. Honestly, just being close to her made him...happy. Very happy.

He kissed her neck but then settled in to just cuddle with her.

Magica closed her eyes, one hand idly stroking his head. She might wind up sleeping like this, wasting the day away with a nap, and didn't give a damn. She had eternity.

And one day, she'd give it to him. If they could spend countless days like this together, she would kill for it. Let the whole world burn for just one of his sweet kisses, without force or subjugation, but because of his loyalty. Hers hers hers hers hers hers hers...

He had no idea what she was thinking, but he decided that it didn't matter. She seemed happy enough, coaxing him to close his eyes and start falling asleep. She was so soft for someone so powerful. And the fact that she'd chosen to gift someone as low as him with her kindness was incredible.

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

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