And please say to me / You'll let me hold your hand (magica x donald)

[blackmagicduck]

 Well. This was going to be awkward.

Magica had once more thrown herself into her magical studies in order to get revenge on Scrooge McDuck and his family - so she told herself, when the real answer was to make a desperate attempt to get over her break-up. It was impossible to really admit it, as it was essentially saying she gave up vengeance for love, and honestly, what kind of sorceress would do such a thing?! With that, she bottled up her heart, and began to explore the wide open world to find more power. There had to be some sort of spell, curse, hex, potion, what have you, to destroy what Donald had done to her and then she'd be pure Magica again, all darkness. She'd gone halfway across the world in her quest, and instead of finding a cure...

... She found the disease. She found Donald - and then wondered what she had done to make the gods so pissed off at her. (Aside from the usual stuff.) Not only that, he was alone, injured, and without some help, he was a dead man. To be fair, the worst part of her reasoned, if you did leave him like that, he'd die and then you'd be free of him. There was no logical reason to do anything about it.

There was also no logical reason to pick him up and take her to her temporary place of residence - and yet she found herself carrying him away and mentally swearing at herself with every step. For all her magical prowess, she really knew nothing about healing magic. After all, she was an evil sorceress, why would she have wasted time learning how to heal people? So she had to do it the old fashioned way, with gauze and bedrest, while flipping through ancient texts to find anything of use.

Still, she knew she had to brace herself for when he woke up. No doubt he'd accuse her of kidnapping, hostage-taking, or any number of things. (Which you could do, the worst part of her tried to reason again, use this to your advantage! but she knew she wouldn't.)

This was going to be a long, long day.

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[allthebadluck]

He didn't answer, and instead grabbed her arm. Despite his injuries, there's a surprising amount of strength as he tugged her closer to him.

[blackmagicduck]

Magica was clearly still stronger than him, yet she showed no resistance as she was being tugged. Just a surprised, rather weak, "W-what are you..."

[allthebadluck]

He interrupted the rest of her words as he kissed her, intense and a bit desperate while still being surprisingly gentle.

[blackmagicduck]

Magica could obviously see what was coming, and she knew it was foolish. They'd only hurt themselves further, it was just delaying the inevitable for a few moments of pleasure.

But then, Magica was rarely one to listen to reason. Especially considering that his kisses were one of the reasons the scheme went on for longer than it was supposed to.

She made a pleased sigh behind her lips, arms meeting his chest as she returned his kiss eagerly, even as her last traces of common sense yelled at her.

[allthebadluck]

A part of him is also screaming at him about how bad an idea this was. But really, when has that ever stopped him?

Which was why his arms wrap around her, pulling her closer as he deepened this kiss, ignoring the slight burn of his injuries as he did so.

[blackmagicduck]

Her arms began to move up his chest, meeting his neck, sighing as their embrace went on.

Her body settled on top of his easily, momentarily forgetting he was there because he was injured.

[allthebadluck]

Unfortunately he remembered, especially with her pressed up against said injuries, pulling a pained grunt from him as he tensed under her.

[blackmagicduck]

Just like that, Magica was jolted back to reality, her eyes popping wide open. She pulled back with a breath. "Oh, hell, I shouldn't..."

[allthebadluck]

"Shut up."

He tugged at her again, trying to bring her back to kiss her once more.

[blackmagicduck]

"But-"

And that's all she got out before their mouths met again. Magica made a tiny whine of protest - he was the one injured after all - but the attraction for him was so great it overpowered any trace of concern she was supposed to have. She missed him deeply, including his touch and taste, and now it was harder to rip herself away from him.

[allthebadluck]

On his side, Donald couldn't help leaning more against her, just as much to deepen the kiss as it was to alleviate some of the pain of his injuries. The movement deepened the kiss, all the more as he wrapped his arms around her, too tired and weary to care about the consequences anymore.

[blackmagicduck]

It felt like she was on fire, all of her nerves lighting up and begging for more. Her tongue began to slid its way into his mouth, desperate for more, for anything. The more primal part of her instincts was tempted to toss away the sole blanket separating them, and get to a level they never did as "Abby" and Donald.

Her fingers trembled, trying to resist that urge, shaking as they held his cheeks.

[allthebadluck]

A moan rumbled in his throat, the sound muffled by the kiss. His lips part, inviting her in as he held her closer, feeling the warmth from her body over his.

And eventually he tossed aside the blanket himself, wanting to feel even more of her.

[blackmagicduck]

Oh, this was getting wildly out of control. She was the evil sorceress and he was the noble family man - out of the two to know this was an insanely bad idea, it should not have been her! Magica yanked her head back, panting hard like a bitch in heat.

"We..." Her entire body was shaking, she just wanted to shut him and let him do whatever he wanted. "We should not..."

[allthebadluck]

He swallowed a few gulps of air himself as he looked at her. He knew it would have been a bad idea, but he was too tired and in too deep to care.

"...Maybe...Maybe if we do it this once...we can finally have some closure and move on."

That was absolutely not how it worked, but he could pretend.

[blackmagicduck]

There was... some sense to it. How many nights had Magica pleasured herself just to the thought of going all the way with him? Maybe once she actually knew what he was like, the curiosity would die, as would all the regrets and "what ifs".

Maybe she was just desperate for an excuse, but she took it.

"Just once." She repeated out loud, as if that would cement things permanently. "Just... once..."

With the agreement made, she launched herself at him again, hungry for his mouth, for everything.

[allthebadluck]

He returned the kiss, his hands moving down her body as he held her close, the anticipation of what they were going to do sending a jolt of heat pulse through him.

[blackmagicduck]

With permission "granted", Magica could now give equal time in her mind to going forward and making sure Donald's injuries weren't made worse. As such, her fingers could find their way under his shirt, feeling him up before trying to remove it - slowly, gingerly, so it wouldn't give him any ache.

Careful, careful...

[allthebadluck]

He can't help a bit of a hiss as pain flared up from his injuries again. But he managed to ignore it as he leaned back to help her remove his shirt. Once it was gone he leaned in again, his hands finding their way underneath her dress.

[blackmagicduck]

The natural process of this would be to also remove her clothes, but the feel of his fingers on her skin made it impossible to think. Magica let out a quiet moan as he touched her breasts, finding herself becoming more and more sensitive by the second.

Unthinkingly, one of her legs found its way near his waist, nudging him in even closer to her.

[allthebadluck]

His breath hitch as he felt her body move into his, and he responded with a slight thrust of his hips. His hands continued to roam over her body, just as gentle as it was hungry.

[blackmagicduck]

With just one thrust, she could tell how much of him was eager for her, and any last restraint she had vanished. Almost growling, she began to climb on top of him, hitching her dress up so she could sit atop his hips, completely ignoring his injuries so she could completely dominate him.

[allthebadluck]

He didn't seem to mind, despite some of the pain flaring in his chest. He lay back so to make it easier for her (and on himself), rolling his hips up into hers.

[blackmagicduck]

Magica's dress begins to hitch up, although not fast enough for her. One hand steadies his hip, the other pulls up up enough on her gown so that she can try to angle - just there - almost -

"Oooooh~!" It's a low, guttural, animal moan that escapes her when she forces herself on him, her back arching, chest out.

[allthebadluck]

His breath hitched, and he gripped the sheets underneath him as his back arched off the bed. Then his hips moved into hers, burying himself deeper into her.