happilyeverbeginning | Pass the test, t-taste the flesh (scrooge x magica)

It was sloppy, uninhabited, reckless - and pretty damn amazing, all things considered. She sat n his hips, thrusting back with him, arching her back as she began to cry out in pleasure, over and over and over again.

Unfortunately, Scrooge came far too soon even for his own liking. He arched his back and cried out as he released into her, his entire body tense before relaxing.

Although she felt it, she didn't stop gyrating. Had her body allowed it, she would have stayed on him with him in her all night. As such, it took longer for her finish to come, though when it did it came with a delightful scream of his name, and then her head hanging low as she tried to breathe.

He smiled dopily up at her, any possible hint of sobriety obliterated.

"Wash--hic!--good fer ye--hic!"

She took a moment to settle herself, before looking down at him, amused.

"Did me calling out your name not convince me? ... I apologize."

She took her time climbing off of him, and snuggled up to his side - as much as she wanted to lay on top of him and enjoy his warmth, his stomach didn't need any extra pressure.

He rolled over to hold her close...then loosen his grip as he put too much pressure on his stomach and triggered a belch. "Perdon--hic!"

He then nuzzled his beak into her neck.

"Easy there, handsome." She kissed his head, ruffling his whiskers. "I'm not going anywhere."

He gave her a sloppily-content smile before the alcohol, blood loss, and sex caught up with him. He shifted a bit, snuggling in as close as he dared, before he dropped off to sleep.

Vampires didn't need to sleep, but now that she no longer needed to chant him, and make sure he didn't find out about his surroundings... why not? What was the arm?

She closed her eyes, and settled with him.

Scrooge was dead to the world for hours, not so much as stirring until the sun had been in the sky beyond the heavy curtains for quite some time. His head pounded a bit, but he was starting to get used to the biweekly binge and following hangover.

At least his stomach wasn't as sour as usual. He'd actually managed to eat more than usual last night before they'd worked on burning off the excess calories. Likely because she hadn't been pushing him to drink more and more.

'The enchantment also likely works better on the drunk,' he silently mused. 'Easier to convince the mind when its defenses are down. Eating would offset the effect she was going for.'

Magica felt slight movements, and on pure defensive instinct, her eyes shot open. But only seeing Scrooge, she relaxed instantly.

All was well. All was good.

"Good morning."

"Morning." His voice was rough from just having woken up...and perhaps a little discomfort. "Did you sleep well?"

"Quite well, actually." She began to sit up, stretching. "I haven't slept like that in a long time."

"I'm glad."

Scrooge took his time, lazing about in a way he never would've done outside of this place. True, time didn't stand still, but this was a refuge from the real world.

"And you don't look as sick as usual. I must say, this has worked out beautifully." She sat on her side, stroking his head.

Scrooge nodded his head. "I actually ate enough to offset the alcohol some."

He yawned and closed his eyes, not falling asleep but just enjoying the feel of her hand stroking his head.

"It was nice."

How could she be so content in merely watching him? In merely being with him? In an odd way, it was almost better than sex, a kind of pleasure she didn't have the words or experience for.

"It was very nice. And now things can be that way again, and again, and again."

"Good," he told her. "I don't want to go back to how things were before. I like remembering most of my time spent with you."

A quiet sigh. "... Try to understand where I was coming from. Most people, when they know what I am, are horrified. I am a corpse... a monster. How could I know you wouldn't act the same?"

"I'm not blaming you for it." Scrooge re-opened one eye to look seriously at her. "I remember that question you asked me a few weeks ago while we were watching Nosferatu. Well, at least the beginning part of the movie. About the midway point on is fuzzy or nonexistent."

He reached up to take her hand, bringing it down to his beak to kiss it.

"You asked me if I'd be willing to let a vampire drink from me if I was asked. I told you then that it'd depend on the scenario. You couldn't know what scenarios I'd consider to be acceptable or even enjoyable."

Her face softened at his gesture and words. Something about this whole exchange was very... tender. Sweet. Definitely different from her past victims and manipulations - though you couldn't call this manipulation anymore.

"... And if I offered you immortality?" She asked quietly, tracing the outline of his lips. "Would you consider that?"

Immortality. A permanent escape from death itself. However, he'd lived for a hundred and fifty years already. He understood that death was a kindness, a final rest.

Would he be willing to surrender that rest? She'd had the decision taken from her...

"As a vampire?" he asked, wanting to make sure he understood.

She nodded, one hand to his chest.

"We could be like this forever." She whispered softly to him. "No more work, no more family, just you and me taking in whatever pleasures we wanted. I would take care of you..."

"It does sound nice, but you'd be out a food source if I turned," Scrooge told her softly.

The fact that he'd have to go hunting as well didn't even cross his mind for the moment.

"I'd find a way. I've done it for years." She nuzzled his beak with her own.

"You don't have to decide now... I'll be here for you, always."

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