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

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

One of the disadvantages of immortal youth was that it sometimes limited her options. If she wanted something fresh and young, she needed to be where the fresh and young people where, and gods, their music was awful. What happened to the good old days of violins and organs?

So imagine her surprise as she viewed the buffet to find one snack that looked older than most. She raised an eyebrow - he didn't seem to be in any midlife crisis. The exact opposite, in fact - like if he had any real choice, he wouldn't be here. Well... she could fix that for him.

She licked her lips, and then made her way across the room. A gorgeous beauty like her, it was like parting the ocean waves with a hand. She was by his side within seconds, sizing him up.

Nice, very nice. He even smelled delicious.

"Congratulations, you're the most miserable person here, and I think that includes the janitor."

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Magica giggled, sliding her arms around his neck. "'Kept mistress'. I almost like the sound of that."

"Only almost?" he asked as he cut some of the chicken.

She kissed his cheek. "Kept sounds temporary. You're mine forever."

Scrooge hummed his agreement before starting to take mechanical bite after mechanical bite. He would've offered her some, but...well...she didn't eat food.

Magica let him go, only so he could eat his meal in piece, and sat down opposite him. "Another early morning?"

He nodded. "Though as it stands tomorrow should be the last day. They can only drag this out for so long before they run out of things to go over with a fine-tooth comb. There's been no evidence that the company is directly involved and complacent in the work the former head did--not that there was a connection in the first place--for them to legally continue their search."

Magica nodded along, trying to understand as best she could. "It sounds like good news, at the very least."

"Aye. And me being there to 'assist' has also made it more difficult for them to try and slip in evidence. Because they've tried."

He sighed.

"After this, I'd been planning to fly back to you in Duckburg."

She tapped her cheek, thinking about it. "But now I'll have to head back on my own. It'll be exhausting, but I can manage."

"If I delay my flight back, I could charter a private jet to take us back," Scrooge offered.

It wasn't right that she would have to make do somehow.

"But wouldn't that raise a few eyebrows?" After she'd worked so hard to keep up their secret, she didn't want to risk blowing it because he felt guilty.

"I'll manage, darling."

"It's not right to make you 'manage' after you went to all this trouble already."

She cupped his cheeks. "It's trouble I chose to get into. And I'd do it over and over again."

He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch.

"I don't want you to be taken advantage by me."

A funny thing to say to a vampire, she mused internally. "I know what being taken advantage of feels like. This isn't it."

"Are you sure?"

She leaned in for a quick kiss. "Positive. Trust me."

He kissed her back. "I just keep expecting to drive you off. Old habits."

"One I'm more than happy to break." Another kiss.

He nuzzled her the moment the kiss ended. "You're far too good for me."

"So I've heard." She chuckled. "Finish your meal, darling."

Reluctantly, he pulled away to do as she'd ordered. He just wanted someone else to take the lead for a while, allow himself to go onto autopilot without that dark emptiness creeping in.