happilyeverbeginning | Her ups, her downs / Are second nature to me now (scrooge x magica)

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Her ups, her downs / Are second nature to me now (scrooge x magica)

The villa's transformation was nearly complete. Scrooge and Magica's ideas were not only welcomed with open arms, but the townsfolk couldn't wait to implement them. Almost every day a new suggestion was made, and Magica and Scrooge worked tirelessly to make it happen. Scrooge was already beginning to rake in money from this investment, and to add to his fortune, Magica had yet to recover any of her memories. She also seemed to be content with this - it was difficult to miss what you didn't know.

But, lately... she was getting odd tingling sensations in her body. At first she chalked it up to the buzz of a hard day's work, or ridiculous sparks between her and Scrooge - he could deny it all he wanted, she knew when she was being looked at - but it became apparent this was something more... electrical in nature, if she had to describe it. She wasn't sure what to do with it - if this was her magic returned, how did she make sure she didn't set someone on fire by accident? Yet in turn, what if she could be pulling more than her own weight and wasting an opportunity?

It was raining the day she made a final decision about it, waiting for Scrooge to return from his latest meeting. Magica rarely attended them, as she lacked the patience to deal with them and the know-how about the way the world worked in certain areas. When she heard the door open, she quickly sat up, eyebrows raised. "How did it go?"

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"Overall quite well though there was a minor accident at the construction site," Scrooge admitted, hating that he was leaning heavily on his cane to walk. "I could use a good soak right about now."

It was times like this when he was reminded of just old he really was. It didn't help that he'd thrown out his back making sure one idiot who'd forgotten his hard hat didn't get clunked by a falling wrench. Nobody had been injured aside from Scrooge throwing out his back by yanking the worker to safety.

"How've things been on your end?"

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"Rather dull, compared to yours, apparently." The urge to tell him now began to dwindle, in light of how much he was suffering. No need to add to his stress.

"Look at you, you can barely stand." She stood up, and looked him up and down. "I don't suppose you know if my last life had any massage skills?" It was half a joke. She did want to help him out, if possible.

"'Fraid I don't know. Past you would've been more inclined to break my neck, I think." He grunted as he maneuvered himself into their living room. He stopped at the couch, leaning against its back. "Though right now, I can't say I wouldn't be interested in that particular service."

"What's the worst that could happen?" Aside from making it worse, obviously. But Magica was rarely one to think things through, and she was already at his side in seconds. She reached out... then pulled back, curious.

What if...?

Slowly, she reached for him again. Her fingers lightly touched his back, not daring to press too hard, and she quietly spoke in her mind.

She began to will away the pain, command the muscles to relax, his nerves to quiet. She wasn't sure if this would work, mind you, but if it did? Surely he wouldn't mind being a guinea pig.

It took a minute or two to register because it was a much subtler magic than he was used to seeing from her. He almost missed the fact that she was performing magic were it not for one of the kinks in his back starting to loosen. The pain had started to numb.

He started to turn his head in alarm but then he moaned in relief as one particular knot of pain--not just the result of throwing out his back but a long-time ache from the day-to-day stress of running a financial empire that was its own economy--relaxed completely. He braced himself against the back of the couch lest he fall over.

Magica blinked, amazed at the reaction. She hadn't expected it to work so well! ... But.

My, my, my. Wasn't that a pleasant sound out of his mouth?

Smirking, she leaned in again, trailing her fingers up and down his back, now pushing more of the same magic back into him. "My mind doesn't remember anything, but it seems my body does." She murmured to his ear, letting her hands drift down his arms in case there was any soreness there either. "I take it you don't object?"

Scrooge gave another moan before he looked back towards her, only turning his head just enough to catch her in his peripheral vision.

"If you stop now, I'll never forgive you," he told her.

"I used to be a very naughty girl," she reminded him. A part of him had been worried he'd be mad or upset at her for hiding her magic and for using it on him... but clearly that had been for nothing.

She brushed up against him, hands moving to his chest and spreading her magic there.

Under ordinary circumstance, he would've been more wary of her using her magic on him. However, the freedom from long-time pain was too irresistible. If she wanted to smite him now, well, at least he'd die infinitely less sore.

As her hands slid up his chest, he couldn't resist the lazy smirk he cast in her direction. "Still a bit of a bad girl. It's me back that's ailin' me, not me front."

"Oh, you're no fun." A click of her tongue, pulling her hands away. "With this power, maybe I could totally revitalize your body."

Her hands returned to his back, sending in the power. "Who knows, I could have you back to your youth, if I practice enough."

"Tempting but from what I understand, that dips into the dark stuff too much," Scrooge said, sighing as another major knot unraveled. "I'd rather avoid selling my soul for a little bit of youth."

"Does that mean I shouldn't do this for free?" She lightly teased, hands moving up and down on his back, slowly.

"Hmmm, what do I want in return...?"

"I've given you a place to stay, a new wardrobe, and a job," he reminded her just before he gave another moan of pleasure as a major source of tension finally let up.

"That was out of the kindness of your own heart... and the stupidity of your own brain." No matter how much they got along now, she'd never understand the logic of taking in the woman who had tried to kill him multiple times.

"Though hearing those noises might be reward enough."

"Enjoy them while they--mmm..." Scrooge nearly went boneless at the feel of a particularly persistent ache vanished. Really, he was turning into putty under her hands.

"Oh, I plan to." She chuckled darkly. Perhaps in her old life, this would have been a prime opportunity to have her revenge - and, indeed, she mused what an easy target he was.

While revenge wasn't on the brain, there were other ways to take advantage.

"... Scroooogie, is it okay if I..." Press press, rub rub, magic magic. "Charge a couple of bottles of champagne to our room?"

Then she'd go with the fancy food - caviar! - then the clothes, and who knew what else?

"Which ones?" he asked, feeling quite mellow and relaxed as she continued to work her literal and figurative magic.

Holy cats, it was working. What a great day.

"Oh, nothing too special, just some Dom Perignon, Veuve Clicquot, Armand de Brignac... and maybe toss in a few of those fancy cakes..."

Let's dig those fingers into his shoulders and really push away that pain, work those nerves like he was just born.

"That sounds..."

Wait. His brain rapidly brought to mind the price ranges. He nearly choked on his own tongue.

"...which ones?" he asked, mentally tallying up the worst-case scenario and not liking it one bit.

Dang it.

"... Say, how are your arms feeling?" Maybe she could lull him back into super-relaxed mode. She set her fingers on his arm,trying to slip her magic in there too.

"I'm on to you, woman."

Yet he wasn't stopping her. His willpower wasn't that strong right now.

"Aw, Scroogie, I'm hurt." She stroked her fingers up and down his arms, taking her time with it. "I'm just trying to help! You've been so generous to me, after all... why don't you just relax, and unwind, and not question anything I say..."

She was kidding. Mostly.

"I'm not opposed to champagne given our success here," Scrooge said after a long moment of silence. "The Veuve Clicquot is doable for one of the $40 bottles." It would sting but at least it wasn't thirty grand. "A shame we're not in Duckburg. I'm sure I could pull something out of the wine cellar."

Well, it wasn't a total loss - in fact, it was more a victory than she expected. "What a sweetheart." She kissed his cheek.

But that did bring up something important, a subject they'd been dancing around for a while. "... You will have to go back there eventually."

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