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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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."

"We don't have to be." She replied, pressing his hand harder against her dress. This was a dream, why not say there would be more... convenient... places around?

"We do that, and I'll be very tempted to stay the night," he purred in her ear.

Magica closed her eyes, feeling his hot breath on her skin. "Do I have to beg?"

Because, all things being equal... she was considering it.

"It'd help," he told her.

Even if Magica would be furious at him for staying the night somewhere else.

What was more important - her pride, or her pleasure?

She could always restore one later.

Magica drew in a breath, keeping her voice low. "I want you."

"What was that?" he asked, his free hand wandering over her front to rest just below her breast.

Gods, he was the worst. The absolute worst.

"I want you, Scrooge," slightly louder.

"These old ears of mine aren't what they used to be, darlin'," he told her, leaning forward so she felt his breath on her neck. "You'll need to speak up."

Awful, insufferable, terrible, no-good-man.

She bucked her hips, eyes shut, noting he'd have to pay for this one way or another. "I'll lose my damned mind if you don't take me now!", as loud as her lungs would allow.

"Of course," he told her smoothly, taking her arm and beginning to lead her out. As if that had been what she meant by "take me".

All that grandstanding and he wanted privacy? Bah. She hugged his arm, huffing playfully.

"You'd better make that worth it."

"Oh, don't worry, lass."

As soon as they left the ballroom, he swung her into an alcove so that she was up against a wall with only a curtain separating them from discovery. Overly dramatic? Admittedly yes, but he was feeling bold.

He leaned into her, hissing into her ear, "Try not to scream too loud. You wouldn't want to put on a show for everyone, would you?"

And with that, he reached down to that place she'd been teasing him with all evening and pressed his fingers into it, taking his time as he did so.

Given his flourish and age, Magica had expected him to carry her bridal style to a bedroom - so, naturally, this was yet another surprise. He continued to delight her in the best ways. There was no time for her to react or even think before her pinned her down and began to touch her.

She was forced to bite her lip to keep from crying out, "Mmmm!" her fingers gripping his shoulders.

He continued massaging away at that spot, applying and releasing pressure in a steady rhythm. He wasn't a young man anymore, so ravashing her against the wall wasn't an option, but it would be fun to see if he could bring her to her limit without doing so.

He tilted his head to swipe the underside of her beak with his tongue.

What a terrible man - he'd made her beg for his whole body, and he was going to make her finish with just his hand. Oh, he'd dearly pay for this once she was whole.

Magica would try her best to last, but after all the foreplay they went for, and her body's lack of touch for so long, it wouldn't be easy. Her hips were already shifting back and forth, and as he tasted her, she let out a whimpering moan, one hand meeting the back of his head and pressing him in further.

He obliged her, scraping his teeth against her bare throat. Admittedly, the position was a bit awkward--there was almost guaranteed to be a crick in his neck tomorrow--but he didn't care. He was having too much fun.

Despite his 'request' for her to be quiet, Magica's voice began to rise in pitch, her breath coming in harder. "Oooh... Scrooge..." Thank goodness the ballroom people were imaginary.

"Now, now. Tonight you're not supposed to sing for me, remember?" he teasingly scolded. He pressed his body flush with hers.

"But how - oh! Mmm!" He was doing this on purpose, must have, so she couldn't refute or refuse him. At this rate, she'd come embarrassingly quickly, and she couldn't help but wonder if her humiliation was part of his enjoyment.

"I'm going to...!"

"Just let it go, lass," he purred at her, his body against her allowing her to feel the sound rumbling in his chest.

"N-Not, faiiir..." Magica whined, her legs squeezing together in a pathetic attempt to stop it. Maybe it was some misunderstanding of how a body worked, as a result of having gone without one for so long. Nevertheless, it failed.

She let out a cry, throwing her head back, as her body reluctantly climaxed without permission.

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

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