happilyeverbeginning | were you just being kind / or am i losing my mind (scrooge x magica)

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were you just being kind / or am i losing my mind (scrooge x magica)

Lord Scrooge had been gone for five years, and at last had returned to the fair country even richer than before. Many rumors were buzzing about what transpired overseas, and what prompted his return. No doubt it was because his nephew was at the right time to marry, and he definitely wanted his assets in good hands. A welcome part of sorts was thrown together, despite Scrooge detesting such affairs.

The ball was in full swing by the time Magica and her brother arrived, him jabbering away about nonsense she couldn't care about. Her mind was elsewhere - it felt like an eternity since she'd last seen Lord Scrooge, and she had hoped her burning feelings for him were gone. Yet here she was, dressed to the nines, her heart racing. Would she see him as the adult woman she was now - or still as a child? She could never hope to win his heart. The sooner she moved on, the better.

She told herself she could change her heart, and for a good moment, honestly believed it. There were many eligible bachelors here tonight, many good in coin as they were in manners. But her eyes scoured the room, and the moment she spotted Scrooge from a distance, her chest seized, and all those awful feelings rushed back more intense than ever.

All the confidence she had died instantly - she didn't feel like a woman anymore, but like the little girl she used to be when she first met him...

... Back when she was first learning to play the piano, and detested it. Her patience was growing thin, and she held back a grumble, glaring at the keys, as if it was their fault she played so badly.

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The party had been a bore, but it was worth it for this end result. Now she had Scrooge all to herself, at least for a day or so.

She watched him as he sighed, and flippantly waved a hand. "I told them you weren't a party man, but they insisted. They wanted to give you a big welcome back, but really, they just wanted an excuse to throw a party. Hopefully after this night they'll have learned their lesson, especially that idiot whose dress I tripped over."

Without the people to impress all around her, Magica was free to her real self - which could be callous and catty. "Fools, thinking they can forgo function for looks... they pretty themselves up like peacocks, and then never think about how they have to move in those stuffy, bloated dresses. At least my injury got me away from those insipid conversations. Maybe next time, you should injure yourself so you can get away." A dark chuckle.

It felt much more relaxing to be like this, with fewer acts and false politeness. She and Scrooge knew the real versions of each other all too well.

A broad grin spread across his face as he listened to her. "Maybe we should have pretended that worse had happened to you and escaped with the excuse to bring you to a hospital..."

He turned his face towards her. "It's good to be able to talk to someone normally.

All this behavior and worst of all are these dressed up women. With decorations hanging like a Christmas tree and suffocating you in a cloud of expensive perfume. As if something like that would impress me..."

He stood in front of her. "But now we have made it. Are you very exhausted? Shall I take you to your chamber?"

He knelt down to be at eye level with her. "Or do we want to sit by the fireplace in the library? I brought a book with me from my journey that you will surely like. An illustrated book with drawings from all over the world. We can also just talk.

If I'm honest, we can stare at each other for the next few hours in silence. Really everything is more fun with you than with this whole bunch of bunglers..."

Magica let out a little laugh - they really did think alike. He didn't know that just gazing at him would have been fine with her...

"As tempting as that is, you can't just dangle a book in front of me and expect any other answer. Of course I want to see it! And I want to hear all about your latest travels and exploits, don't leave out a single detail." Including if he picked up a lover, which was the most important detail of all.

Since the fireplace wasn't too far away, she could manage the walk... Or... she could take advantage of this situation.

"... Although with my condition, you would have to carry me there. I trust that won't be a problem... I may have gotten a little bigger since last we met, but I doubt you've grown any weaker." She leaned in a little, eyebrows raised. "If you would be so kind...?"

If he didn't know any better, he'd say she was just flirting with him...

But he wasn't an expert in the field either. He was not allowed to fool himself. Only the old familiarity spoke of her.

But at least she still didn't mind being carried by him. Laughing, he lifted her onto his arms and turned once with her in a circle.

"You suppose correctly, my dearest, on the contrary, I would even claim to be more well-trained in the meantime than before. You should never stop improving!"

He looked at her, now on his arms her face was suddenly so close to his...

He would have given all his belongings on the spot, if he could kiss her now...

His face turned red, but if necessary he could blame it on the turn from earlier. She was the most valuable thing he had in his life. He could not lose her, had to bring his instincts under control.

Touching her in an inappropriate way would make everything too null and void in one fell swoop. Her whole trust in him, her friendship, everything.

As hard as it was for him, it could not be. He wished he hadn't discovered that he loved her this way.

Embarrassed he turned his head a little to the side so that their lips weren't so close anymore and carried her carefully towards the library.

He wasn't the only one fighting impulses. She too had to restrain herself from taking his lips or touching his chest. It wasn't easy, and required a heavy gulp of air. It was more than just the age gap at this point - high-society men didn't like their women so forward, that had been drilled into her by her mother. She had to take her time and let him take the lead... if he ever would.

Until then, she snuggled in close - for balance! - and leaned on him. She could feel how strong he was, and long to stroke those tight muscles of his. She felt like the little girl fallen off her horse all over again - only with much more desire.

"You know I always take your lessons to heart, Scrooge... I've never stopped improving. It wasn't easy to continue my lessons with you gone, but I never slacked off." Now she felt like bragging, hoping to win even more of her favor.

"I now speak four languages, including French and Latin, memorized all of Beethoven's works, improved my embroidery, and even developed a few strategies in card games." A playful wink. "Although the family doesn't need to know about that one."

Her words brought him halfway to his senses. A feeling of infinite pride spread through his chest.

"I am delighted that you have continued to follow my path, a shame that I couldn't witness it..." He turned his head towards her again.

"I have honestly missed you Magica..."

For a short moment he allowed himself to put his forehead to hers. He swallowed heavily. This longing that tightened his heart was unbearable.

"I also want to know everything that you have experienced until today, if you want to share it with me. Tell me everything.

And I would be happy if you would play the piano for me once more".

In the meantime they had arrived at the library and he carefully placed her on the soft fur in front of the fireplace. He fetched the promised book and sat next to her.

The whole situation was far too romantic and didn't make the fight against his desires any easier. In the light of the fire her face also seemed to be red.

The sight reminded him of the time when she was shaken by fever and tied to bed. At that time he had really been afraid for her and had spent half nights at her bed.

It was just before he set off on his five-year business trip...

Magica sighed as their foreheads touched - this was bliss. All his attention to her, practically praising her. She wanted to keep him all to herself, and this night she could. The setting was all but perfect - almost like something out of those romance novels she occasionally peeked through.

As he sat down to show her the details of the book, she leaned against him, head on his shoulder, not wanting to part for even a second. She'd missed him for so long, and wanted to make up for lost time...

... Back then, she had been split in two. One part of her understood that as a business man, trips like these were essential. He couldn't afford to miss it. But the other part of her was in despair, unsure how she'd manage to be away from him so long. In the days leading up to his trip, Magica made several poor decisions, becoming scatterbrained at the thought of losing him. As a result, she ate poorly, and spent far too long in the rain one disastrous evening - it was no surprise when she became ill.

The doctors insisted all she needed was a few days rest. When Lord Scrooge came with Donald to visit the household, Magica's mother informed them what was happening.

"Ever so sorry, Lord Bourgh, but poor Magica's not feeling very well. Silly girl went and got herself a rather nasty fever, and I'd hate for you to catch it."

It felt like Madam Bingpap had punched him in the stomach. Magica was sick?
Donald pulled his face in view of the risk of infection and quickly fled to his best friend's room, not without wishing a good recovery, of course. But Scrooge stood there as if stunned by thunder.

"Please, may I see her? My constitution has always been very good and I hardly ever get sick. There is no danger for me".

Magicas mother had never understood what this powerful and rich man found in her simple-minded daughter. She was embarrassed, fearing that Magica could damage the family's reputation by annoying the Lord. But he always seemed to be on her side. So she had come to terms with it at some point. After all, an influential friend like him was worth his weight in gold.

When she wanted to enter the room with him, he held her back. "No thanks, just go about your duties in peace. I will take care of Magica..."

Her sight almost tore his heart apart, she looked so dainty and pale as she lay there in bed. Only the red shimmer of fever gave her some colour.
She had become 15 years old by now. Almost a woman, most of her contemporaries were looking for a husband or had already found one. But his Magica had always been different. All knowledge, all abilities she acquired, she learned only for herself. To develop, to become stronger.

But in this moment she seemed so fragile, so tender...
Carefully he sat down by her bed, she seemed to be asleep. Tenderly he stroked her hair from her sweaty forehead.

"What are you doing to yourself my girl...?" He whispered worried.

Though Magica was strong, she wasn't invincible, and the fever was taking its course. She was covered in sweat, breathing slowly, finding it difficult to sleep. There was evidence she had at least tried to pass the time before it got a serious hold on her - open books here and there, abandoned embroidery projects, letters that were started but never finished.

She could feel someone touching her gently, and slowly opened her eyes. The room felt so hot, she thought Scrooge was a hallucination brought on by the fever. Clumsily, he tried to grab his hand, her eyes blurry.

"I wish you wouldn't go..." She mumbled to the "dream" Scrooge. If she thought this was real, she never would have said it, wouldn't have dared to have him think she was being a selfish child. "I wish you wouldn't leave me all by myself..."

Quickly he grasped the trembling, pale hand that stretched out towards him and stroked it incessantly. His heart contracted painfully at her words. He himself regretted not being able to see her for so long. And now she had also become ill. It was his fault. Honest tears stood in his eyes.
He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, it didn't bother him in the least that she was sweaty and tousled.
Much too hot was her body temperature, the fever had taken possession of her with all its might.

"Magica..., dear... I am so sorry. Please forgive me..."
With one hand he stroked her cheek. He wasn't even sure if she noticed that he was really here.

"I will come back, I promise. I won't leave you alone. I will always be with you if you wish..."

He took her face in both hands. "Do you hear me? And I won't leave until you're well again. I am with you..."

This dream felt really real - but then, didn't all dreams feel that way? So she remained convinced it was just mind playing tricks. She wanted Scrooge to stay with her, to touch her, and so she dreamed it. She smiled, lazily leaning on his hands, closing her eyes as she murmured.

"I love you..." She mumbled, wishing someday she could say it in the waking world. "I want you to stay forever and ever... and ever..." The fever began to wear her out again, making her drift in and out of sleep. Still she smiled, happy that in this illusion, Scrooge belonged to her alone.

Yes, things could never be this way in reality. But there was nothing wrong with dreaming.

Five years later, sitting in front of the fireplace with Magica, he remembered that he had felt something for Magica for the first time back then, which indicated that one day he would completely lose his heart to her.

Suddenly his heart was beating unreasonably fast. She loved him? Didn't people who slept or deliriously talked always speak the truth?

Be it a purely platonic love or more. It filled him with pride and joy that she felt that way for him.

Sighing quietly, he sat next to her in bed and gently pulled her into his lap. Tenderly closed his arms around her and lulled her to sleep. In fact, her heavy breathing calmed down a bit as he held her like that.

"I am with you, I protect you, I will not leave you alone..." he mumbled into her ear all the time assuring her.

He didn't care what other people thought about their connection, their friendship. Without Magica his life had been empty. He was a cheerful person, but lonely. Only she understood him.
He kissed her scalp, even there she was unnaturally warm.

"I love you too..."

He finally meant. Because no other word was strong enough to describe what she meant to him.
"I will come back to you and stay with you if you wish..."

Magica settled into a soothing sleep for many hours. Her mother kept coming by, offering meals to Scrooge - terrified if he caught whatever Magica had - but no matter what she said, he wouldn't budge.

But it may have been the exact thing Magica needed to feel better. A long time later, she began to wake up, her fever down slightly. She grumbled, trying to turn and rub sleep out of her eyes. Why did her pillow feel so weird...?

She yawned, opened her eyes and... she was resting in Scrooge's lap.

Why was she resting in Scrooge's lap?!

Her jaw fell open, and her face flared up, definitely not due to illness this time. "Wh... wh... wh-wh-what are you doing here, Lord Scrooge?!" She stammered. She was happy, but also very confused! Oh, no, did she say anything silly in her sleep?!

"Y-Y-You shouldn't... I'll make you sick!" Scrooge was in her bed! SCROOGE WAS IN HER BED! She'd either die happy or die embarrassed!

Scrooge had fallen asleep himself with Magica in his arm. He had no nerve for food and drink and slowly Magica's mother, who seemed to care more about him than Magica, got on his nerves.
He was startled when the person in his arm moved and suddenly began to speak.

Patiently he listened to her stammering through. Glad that she seemed to be a little better when she had the strength to be embarrassed.

Relieved, he took her firmly in his arms. "Don't worry about me, I'll hardly ever get sick. And even if, to help you is worth it to me."

He detached himself a little from her, but still held her loosely in his arms when he looked at her.
"I was so worried about you... and... I am sorry..." His eyes were all dark with regret. "You have spoken in delirium... it's my fault that you got sick, isn't it? Because I announced that I had to travel for the next five years..."

Tenderly he stroked her cheek. At the moment he didn't care about anything else, the only important thing was that Magica had some color on her face again.

"I'd love to tell you that I'm staying here. But I can't do that. I have to go, unfortunately. But I promise you I'll come back." He looked deep into her eyes. He deliberately concealed what she had said. She was still young, her feelings would change over the years, especially where he wouldn't be here. He didn't want to bind her to thoughtless words she had muttered in a state of fever and loneliness.

Who knew, when one day he came back and her feelings had not changed... But it was useless to think about it now.
Five years was a long time, especially for a young person like Magica. It hurt him, but he would probably have to accept that she would forget him...

But now in that moment, she seemed to need him and the confirmation that he always wanted to be there for her.

She was covered in germs and sweat! She was a gross mess! Look at her hair! Magica flailed a bit, trying to crawl out of his arms to gussy herself-up, but his grip was too strong and she remained in his lap, embarrassed.

She did say things when she was delirious! But what?! Oh, if she revealed how she really felt, she would just die! She winced... but... thankfully, it appeared she hadn't said anything harmful? That was a relief, but it was short-lived. No matter what had been said, she made him feel guilty. Which, in turn, also made her feel terrible.

"No, I'm sorry," She murmured shamefully, lowering her head. "You should have been able to leave at once, but... I was being so selfish. I wasn't taking care of myself... it wasn't fair to you or me. You have a business empire to run... I shouldn't be holding you back."

She then clenched up, determined not to let this pitiful act be the last thing he saw of her. "But... it won't happen again! I give you my word! I won't be a child anymore. I will take better care of myself... I have the household to think of! I won't be weak anymore."

If she could fall apart so easily without Scrooge, what kind of woman was she? Scrooge would never see her as an equal if she was so pathetic. A strong man would only be with a strong woman. "When you come back, I will be stronger than ever! I'll make you proud."

He looked at her with a warm smile. "I have told you before that it is not a weakness to admit one's feelings. Nobody can only be strong all the time. Because only those who have been on the ground learn to stand up again. And I know that you can do that. I am very much looking forward to the woman you will be in five years!"

Since he noticed that she visibly felt uncomfortable in her skin he let her go. "So please do not be ashamed that you felt lonely when you heard about my journey. I'm really honored that you're so attached to me." He had got up in the meantime, but bent down to her once more. "Believe me, I will miss you at least as much."

With these words he breathed a tender kiss on her cheek.
It would never be more.

"We see each other again mylady, promised!"

He had tears in his eyes when he left the room. But Lord Scrooge de Bourgh was also allowed a moment of weakness. He left the most important person in this room with the thought that it would never be the same again...

Magica watched him go, a fiery determination in her heart. Not weak to admit one's feelings, hm? Well then... maybe in five years, she would brave enough to say how she really felt. Until then, she would study harder! Work harder! Be ruthless and merciless to anyone and anything in her way - she would become Queen of the household over her mother, and become one of the most powerful women in the land!

Then... maybe then, she would be something like his equal.

Of course, five years was indeed a long time. Time enough to learn that the age gap between them wasn't some mere obstacle. It meant they were in different social classes, and society wouldn't look kindly upon it. Maybe he would never see her as the woman she wanted to be.

In the present, she was comfortable against Scrooge as he read from the book. As fascinating as the material was, she still couldn't shake one singular thought from her head. She waited for a pause as he detailed some of his adventures overseas.

"You've made a lot of business partners," she commented, trying to make it sound casual. "Five years is a long time... it can change a person. Did you ever meet anyone... special, over there?" Her arm stealthily slid around his. If he hadn't given his heart to anyone yet... the idea to seduce him was incredibly tempting.

While reading he had his head gently leaned against Magicas who rested on his shoulder. It was a wonderful feeling to be so close to her. Knowing that she felt comfortable enough to lean against him.

Her question completely threw him off concept. Why... why did she want to know that? Besides, it was supposed to sound trivial, but Scrooge had a lot of experience in conversation. It seemed to him that she had just been waiting for a moment to ask that question.

He also noticed that she leaned closer to him and slowly held his arm.
His heart was beating louder as he could feel her soft breasts from it. A very direct proof that she was no longer a child
.
But... she simply forgot this fact or... was it intentional?

He tried with all his might to protect her from himself. But she made it really hard for him. The desire to simply draw her to himself and show her exactly who this special person is in his life, was almost unbearable. But his spirit was also not strong enough to shake her off, to resist her touches. Or even to lie to her...

"No! He finally answered from the bottom of his heart. "Not one person, neither woman nor man, who would have aroused even the slightest interest in me. Sure, there were some beautiful women who tried, even men. "He laughed briefly,

"But no, I didn't feel sorry to leave any of them. None of them was more than a business partner, over there..."

It was good to hear, and the urge to claim him as hers grew stronger. He didn't appear to uncomfortable with how close she was getting, so perhaps... she could go a little further.

"Mmm, I figured as much. You've never really shown a romantic interest in anyone, or even physical... it makes everyone curious, you know?"

Slowly, tenderly, she moved her fingers atop his hand, gently rubbing the areas between his knuckles. This was a risky game to play, but when would she ever get another chance like this? It was now or never.

"Is it that you don't want someone in your life like that... or you just haven't found that person who meets your standards?" She hugged his arm closer, murmuring softly as she gazed at him.

"After all, you've never settled for anything less when it comes to your business. I bet it's the same for all your other desires. You can't settle for just anybody. If you did want someone, they would have to be... very special." She slid her fingers between the spaces of his, curling up against him. Though she appeared confident, her heart beat wildly. A moment she'd been dreaming about for years was coming to fruition.

"Ma...Magica..."

Did he just stutter? What happened to her all of a sudden?
In order to keep his senses open, he tried to answer her questions objectively but... This look from her, this voice.

Involuntarily he stroked with his thumb over the side of her hand which he could reach. Didn't really notice how their hands lay into each other.
"It's not that I'm completely averse to it..." He had to swallow heavily several times.

Did she know what she was doing to him? Did she really try to seduce him? HIM? Who was an old man compared to her?

Slowly he got confused in his head. Had the doctor given her painkillers that affected her mental state? Or did the pain itself paralyze her brain? Did she end up drinking on the ball before he met her?

He just wasn't sure if this was the real Magica that was acting here. But even if... as much as he wanted her. And by all the gods of this earth, he had never been more aware that he wanted her. It was wrong, so wrong. How could he ever think of it? As young and beautiful as she was, so clever, so talented, so... Seductive...

As if by himself his face approached hers. Maybe once... would not hurt... Maybe she really wanted him... perhaps he should...

He could feel her warm breath on his lips. Deeply absorbed the scent of her skin. Slowly a hand of him moved upwards and stroked her cheek. His lips were slightly parted as he imperceptibly approached her.

He was a sinner...

At that moment the big clock in the room struck 1 o'clock in the morning.
He flinched back just in time before he could make a big mistake.
He closed his eyes for a moment and lowered his head before looking at her again.

"It is already late Magica, we should go to sleep. Come, I'll take you to your room. I should have made sure that you didn't strain your foot for so long but rest it".

Scrooge had himself under control again. So he managed to lift Magica onto his arms without ravishing her.

The confusion in his voice was cute. She felt strong, able to take control of him this way - the most powerful man she knew, and she was in control. Excitement grew in her chest - she'd seen lust in the eyes of many men who tried to court her, so she was able to recognize it in Scrooge's. All the planning and waiting had been worth it.

As came in closer, so did she. She would have what no other woman could, he was all hers. She had never been more proud of her beauty than this moment. As he touched her, she was tempting to continue playing with him, to drive him wild with her lips, but she didn't want to scare him off. No, they could take this one step at a time. One kiss at a time.

She closed her eyes, murmuring his name softly, ready to give in to passion, willing to do anything he wanted...

... And then that damn clock!

Like Cinderella at the ball, the spell was broken! She blinked wildly - he was backing off?! She bit down on her lower lip to keep from screaming - damn! She was so close! Her body was still throbbing with need! But if she threw herself at him now, when he was disinterested, she'd look like a harlot!

"Yes... I suppose it is... a little late..." She growled, bottling up her anger as best she could. Maybe it had been too soon - he only just came back. It wasn't as if he was leaving again anytime soon. She could try again another day.

It wouldn't be easy to build another perfect moment like that... but at least she planted the seed in his mind. He wouldn't forget her touch so soon. She "hmph"ed as she was lifted, cheeks pouting as she was carried away. Fine, Scrooge, you win this round... but next time, she was definitely going to make him submit!

... She definitely wasn't going to sleep at all.

After he had brought Magica to her room, he lay in his bed. Brightly awake, looking towards the ceiling. His thoughts revolved solely around the woman who slept a few rooms away.

He had to realize what he wanted to risk. First of all, he wanted to be sure that Magica was really serious and hadn't acted in a state of delirium. What would he do if she approached him again in this way? Was it okay to get engaged? If she did initiate it?

He loved her with all his heart. He might be older than her, but he would never harm her. Maybe it was even good if he was the one who came close to her. So he could always protect her from these stupid, drive-led men of this world. Not that she needed protection, but he would feel better.

But... wasn't he himself just one of them? Hasn't he just been proved that he too would ultimately listen to his instincts? Sure, he had just been able to catch himself but only thanks to the stroke of the clock.

And now he was lying here and still wanted her. He imagined her sneaking into his room, lying down with him...

With a moan, he turned in bed. Everything was so complicated.
He decided before anything should happen. First she had to heal her foot. Everything else was secondary and then... maybe he could find out if she really wanted him. Testing how she reacted to a touch from him...

Hadn't she asked him before to introduce her to the weaponless martial arts? Sure, nothing that belonged to a lady but he would feel better too if she knew how to defend herself.

Maybe not a completely honest way, but he could kill two birds with one stone.
With these thoughts he finally managed to fall asleep.

His dreams were filled with silky black hair and a seductive, warm, soft body...

He really was a sinner.

Magica was in a similiar position - unable to sleep, thinking of being in Scrooge's arms. But, reluctantly, she had to admit perhaps it hadn't been the best time - making love with an injured leg wasn't how she wanted her first time to go. When they finally gave in to passion, it had to be perfect, she wouldn't settle for less. So now she needed to plot and plan.

The important thing was, she knew he wanted her. Maybe he didn't realize it himself, but she'd seen that look. Now it was a matter of making him give in to those urges - that way, she wouldn't come off as too aggressive or too forward. And then once he had her, he'd have to do the noble thing and marry her, and then they'd live happily ever after. But in order to get to the chapel, she'd have to make him submit.

She couldn't help but smirk as she thought about it. How would he handle it? He only just awakened to desire - she'd been feeling it for years! If anything, she was the master of the game! She would absolutely make him break! Little steps at a time...

With that, she finally fell asleep, blissfully dreaming of Scrooge losing his senses and going after her...

... Days passed. With a simple injury like a twisted ankle, Magica was on her feet in no time at all, and expected back home. Scrooge wanted to give her unusual lessons in combat, but Magica knew if her family would never approve of something so... mannish. So for the sake of her future, she told a white lie - Scrooge was getting older, after all, and needed help adjusting to his life back home. Wasn't it the noble thing to do to help him? Plus, she could get closer to Donald, a fine suitor. Not that she meant a word of it - Scrooge would probably outlive them all, and she had no interest in Donald - but it made her parents eagerly send her back, thinking she would land a young husband. Fools.

Now back at the mansion, Magica was a little wary about these lessons, once she was alone with Scrooge. "You really think this is suitable? Anyone who dares to land a hand on me would be committing social suicide. My family's rich enough to make their life a living nightmare."

Magica healed fast, just like him. That was a good condition, especially for the lessons he had in mind. He looked at her for a moment as she expressed her concerns about the martial arts. Why all of a sudden this hesitation? She always wanted to learn everything he mastered? Was it already unpleasant for her to be touched by him after the fateful night? Now he would find out.

So fast that you couldn't notice it he approached her and brought her to fall with a skilful handle.
Of course he caught her in time before she landed on the ground and pulled her up again. He looked seriously into her eyes.

"Nothing I offer to teach you is a duty for you. You can decide for yourself what you want to learn. I'm just saying that many attackers don't care about social status. They probably don't have one from the start." He still held her in his arms when he spoke.
The technique hadn't brought him out of breath in the least. He hadn't lied when he claimed to be stronger and more trained than ever before.

"Besides, even if you can take revenge in this form. Doesn't that change the fact that someone has laid a hand on you..."

Inside he thought that he also wanted her to be able to defend herself from him if necessary. If he would forget himself but had misinterpreted her own feelings ....

Magica yelped as she suddenly fell over - he was that fast at his age?! It was remarkable. She blinked rapidly at him, and then a wicked idea formed.

"If that's the case... all right, then I want you to teach me everything you know. But if this going to work... you can't go easy on me."

She straightened up, smoothing down her dress. "Once we practice, I don't want you showing me any mercy. Come at me like a real attacker would."

Sure, Scrooge could pretend all he liked, but what if this performance became reality - what if, by going after her, he couldn't control himself anymore? She might "forget" what was taught, and wouldn't that be awful~? Now would be a great test to see how far he could push himself before he couldn't stand it any longer and gave in to desire.

Inside her head, she let out a cackle. He was going to try and teach her to defend himself, when he was the one who needed protection from her! Mwahaha. "I'm ready when you are."

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