happilyeverbeginning | and i want you / come and hold me now (scrooge x magica)

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and i want you / come and hold me now (scrooge x magica)

Time had passed since Scrooge had purchased the haunted mansion - a long stretch of it. Magica had abandoned any sense of time-keeping ever since she had been locked away, but she knew it had to be a significant amount since Scrooge first stepped in. He made for an excellent servant, allowing her to stay updated with the rest of the world while they searched for the key. And his reward for his help... was to cut off the ties to his family and make him starve for attention.

She was not a nice lady.

But, as these things happen, the more she played with him, the more fascinated she became with him. He became less of a servant and more of a pet - she was aware of the irony, given her chosen form - and desire had started to stir. Soon she'd have her real body back, but when she was flesh and blood again, would those desires be returned? She certainly had no way of tempting him while looking like a pussy-cat. Thankfully she was a creative sort.

On one night of a full moon, she patiently waited for him to fall asleep. It wasn't the first time she used her magic to look into his dreams, but they had always been for research purposes - to know what to say to keep him isolated from others. Now would be a little... different. It would take a bit more force, perhaps make his morning wake seem more suspicious, but what was the point of living without a thrill every now and then?

A shining gold ballroom, where masks and elegance were everywhere to be seen. Some of the faces would be familiar to the old man, others were blurs behind disguises. Magica allowed him to bask in this setting at first, let him adjust, let him think everything was perfect and natural.

He enjoyed the chase - she knew this from what she'd seen of his memories with Goldie. So instead of immediately honing on him, she let herself merely "be" in the crowd. Let him find her. Let him see her. Let him decide.

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Scrooge shivered at how she toyed with his whiskers. Only a handful of people were allowed to do so. Very bold of her to do it on her own.

"Not much, I admit," Scrooge acknowledged.

He swung her out and then pulled her back in with a spin, making sure she ended up right up against him. The music was too slow for a proper tango, of course, but he did have a habit of bucking trends when he didn't find any good reason to stick with them. Besides, there was nothing wrong with the occasional flare.

Old age certainly hadn't done anything to his rhythm - although this was a dream, and he was probably as young as he felt. She kept up in time, moving slowly, sensually, making sure he saw everything he wanted to see and felt everything he wanted to feel - and more.

"Careful," she murmured, with a flutter of her eyelashes. "You're ruining all other dance partners for me."

"I hope you'll forgive my impertinence, Miss Amelia," he teased, slipping into the gentlemanly manners that had been so important over a hundred years ago.

"If you forgive mine," Magica leaned in, kissing his cheek, letting her hand roll down his chest enough to feel his heart beat.

"I doubt any man would think to deny you forgiveness for anything," he flattered shamelessly.

"Flattery will give you everything," No, it wasn't a mix-up of words. With her chest pressed to his and a whisper to his ear, "You seem so certain what I want from you... the question is... what do you want from me?"

"Despite all my wealth, my wants are simple: An evening with an enchanting lass is well worth it. These events are always so dull," Scrooge told her. "Besides, I have my...cat...to get back to."

Magica smirked. Did he know, or have a guess? Clever boy.

"And you don't think she'll mind you missing just one night...?" Her fingers slid up his arms around she was around his neck. "This evening doesn't have to end."

Actually, he had no idea this was a dream and she was his "cat". Magica making him increasingly more dependent on her company had shortened his leash quite a bit.

"I think I can spare a little while, but she'll be awful cross with me if I stay all night," Scrooge told her, leaning forward to boldly nuzzle the feathers of her neck.

She shivered, breathing slowly. It had been ages - centuries - since she'd been touched, and even now it was only a fleeting memory, a guess, all based on his own fragments of memories.

"Then... we'd better make the most of our time together." To think she could potentially be the block to her own pleasure! She stroked the back of his head, encouraging him to visit her again.

Scrooge chuckled lowly, more of a rumble in his chest than anything else. He nuzzled her neck again as he gave her waist a squeeze.

"You want to leave so soon then?"

"Only if it's with you." She moaned quietly, meaning every word this time. One hand was at his chest again, playing with the top button.

"Now, now. Can't have tongues waggin' this close to our meeting, can we?"

Maybe it was because this woman was teasing him like Goldie would've done. Maybe it was because subconsciously he knew this was a dream and there'd be no newspapers proclaiming "SCANDAL" the next morning. Or maybe it was just simply because she was an attractive woman and he was a man.

Regardless of the reason, he didn't lead her off of the dance floor. Instead, he allowed his hands to brush seemingly innocently over her, dancing on the edge of what was potentially indecent in public.

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This evening hadn't exactly gone to plan. The idea had been, in theory, to seduce him and get out useful information so she could further use him. Now here she was, melting under his touch and craving more. It wasn't exactly a bad thing... in fact, she was rather pleased things had gone this way instead.

Once she was flesh and blood again, once her powers were restored and nothing could stand in her way... she would keep her favorite toy at her side.

"You'll find, I care, very little... about what other people think." Hungry for the taste, she pulled him in to kiss him deeply, enjoyably helpless.

He allowed her to kiss him for only a moment before turning his head so it looked like it'd been an accident. It was like dangling a carrot on a stick: He'd give her a taste, just a taste, and then deny her full satisfaction.

Always leave them begging for more.

He twirled her about so her back was to his front, and he leaned his head over her shoulder, just brushing her shoulder with his chin.

"Do you now? Not very many people are that confident."

Oh, he was awful. She'd make him pay for this... but at the same time, the darkness that was her very soul was ecstatic. Yes, it was better this way, for him to be strong only for her. To fight, to tease, to make her life exciting. She hadn't been entertained in years.

"I'm not like many people... I think that's what's drawing me to you." She held his hand, drawing his fingers to her lips so she could kiss one - and nibble another.

Oh, that was a new trick. She likely felt him shiver at the attention she was giving his fingers.

Well, he couldn't let her think she'd won, could he?

As he spun her back around, he tweaked her tail feathers as he moved his free hand forward to take both her hands in his.

Maybe losing wouldn't be the worst thing in the world... this time. The tussle to her tail made her gasp, and now she was captured, in his grasp, and not likely to free herself soon - willingly or otherwise.

Her hair fell over her eyes, and she was so, so, so hungry.

"You like to live dangerously."

He clicked his tongue, tsk'ing her. "Of course I do. I would've thought you knew that already."

He pulled her back to him, moving into a basic box step as the music changed.

Since this was Scrooge's dream, with Magica's mixture, she wondered who had real control over the music - him or her? Then again, she hadn't heard music in centuries.

"It just makes me realize... I can't afford to disappoint." A few simple steps here, and there, a turn - quickly, suddenly, she lifted her leg to lightly hold his waist, pushing herself into him, leaving little to the imagination about what was, or wasn't, under her dress.

Oh, that was bold of her. Very bold.

He smirked as he moved so his hip brushed against her underside as he adjusted his grip. Really, a tango would be best.

...Oh, how lucky. It looked like the musicians were going into one.

And it was going to be a hot one.

Magica licked her lips, as if issuing a challenge. Surely one of them would break - and if it did happen to be her... what a satisfying loss it would be. Every step would be a touch, every motion either slow and dragging or quick and flirting.

Scrooge wasn't intending to lose.

He led her around the floor, the other dancers moving away from them to give them room. He twirled her, threw her out and pulled her back, and dipped her, each little motion disguising where he'd touch and tease her before revoking the contact.

She'd give as good as she got, which was made all the more difficult with the fire building up inside her.

When she righted herself, she let herself lead the next twirl, except not fully - she pressed her back to his chest, letting his hips get a nice touch of her rear, and then squeezing one of his hands - before guiding it down her stomach, to her thigh, to a little deeper and more private place.

He pressed his front to her back, allowing his hand to slide down her arm and follow where her hand was going. However, instead of touching that particular spot, he clasped her hand from behind.

"Naughty girl," he teased. "We're in public."

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