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

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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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"Yes, yes, yes, yessss..." It came out like the hissing of a snake, and twice as deadly. Confident she wouldn't fall off, she rocked back and forth with him, simply enjoying being with him. Soon she leaned down, hands on his chest, taking in how he looked at her. It was mesmerizing.

Looking at her with half-lidded eyes, he reached up and placed one of his hands on hers, his touch gentle even as the tempo of his hips became more erratic and desperate.

Is he gentle because that's in his nature? Or because of his injuries? Both are equally believable, and now she can't help but wonder what he'd be doing if he was in full control of his body, if he'd pin her down or - the sheer image sends another hard ripple through her body, and she clamps down hard on her lower lip to let out a hard moan.

She tried to keep her mouth shut, but their constant movement is making it difficult, ready to reach climax, and then... "O-O, I'm...!"

He doesn't answer, cutting her off as he reached up to kiss her, his hips grinding against her and diving deeper into her depths.

The kiss throws her off - it's oddly sweet, in the midst of such awful passion. She winds up returning it, almost whining, and then gasps - panting against him - body shuddering as she finishes, her entire body sagging as she tries to catch her breath.

He moans against her lips, and feeling the wave of her climax against his pushes him over the edge as well. His hold around her tightens as he rocks as deep into her as he could, heat spilling over and coursing through his body.

Slow seconds pass on as Magica feels him inside of her, and she's reluctant to move. She wants to keep this feeling with her, so she stays on top for longer than she needs to.

But, eventually, reluctantly... she climbs off, and lays next to him, hand on her stomach, silent.

He can't help a shiver as she draws away from him, the feeling sending one last spike through him before he releases a slow breath to calm his pounding heart.

As she settles next to him, he closes his eyes and breathes out again.

They lay there in silence for a while, and Magica feels a pitiful urge to curl up against him. After what feels like an eternity, though her body still quivers, she begins to get up.

Now they knew. Maybe now they could move on.

His eyes open a crack, just enough to watch her get up. Then he sighed a bit.

"...I think one of these bandages might need to be changed."

Because, as the feeling was starting to fade, he realized that there was something else feeling a little wet.

"... Oh, hell."

Well, at the very least, this would prevent them from doing it again, right? She sighed, adjusting her dress and sliding off the bed. "I told you we shouldn't." As if she was completely guilt-free!

He snorted weakly.

"I think we both know by now that I don't always make the best decisions."

At least he's joking about it now, so that was something.

"... At least it makes two of us." A bitter chuckle. But she makes sure to stop looking at him, sighing to herself as she went to fetch a fresh pair of bandages.

He certainly noticed that, but said nothing as she left. Settling back against the bed, he sighed.

It was probably better this way. They got all of that out of their system, and maybe with as awkward as it was now, they won't have to talk about anything.

...Right.

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

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