So stay away from me / the beast is ugly (scrooge x magica)

[lifesa_witch]

 The carriage ride was so long that by the time the horses stopped, night had already settled in. It was a full moon, allowing the stone pathway to be illuminated. The rider said nothing, simply taking Scrooge's bags and walking on ahead. With any luck, this wouldn't be a return trip - but luck had died long ago in this place.

In the distance, one could hear the caws of several ravens, far away in the dark forests. It was difficult to see the house in the darkness, but it was certainly large and grand. Definitely belonging to someone of high class and lots of money. After all, it was part of the reason Scrooge was here.

Another servant was at the door, waiting for them.

"Either look her in the eyes," he warned, "or have them stay on the floor. Never anywhere else. Just keep your introduction and qualifications short. it is..." He hesitated, glancing backwards. "Often too easy to stoke her anger. And lastly... never ask questions."

Some of these things had probably been told to Scrooge before - he'd been recommended the job, after all. Granted, the recommendation came with the mysterious woman buying up his shop like it was nothing. Still, it seemed at least the servants wanted this to go well.

Whatever "this" was... it was about to begin, if he was ready to enter.

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[lifesa_witch]

She looked at him over her shoulder. "After what we just had? I think not."

[richestduck]

He blushed more hotly and followed her example, drying himself as best he could with the towel. He squinted about, looking for where he'd left his clothing and glasses.

[lifesa_witch]

Once she was dry enough, she picked up her dress and slid it back on. The towels could be left aside - servants would clean them later, along with the bath itself.

Once he was dressed, she took his hand again.

[richestduck]

He followed her obediently, grasping his cane tightly so he didn't fall or draw too much attention to his limp.

[lifesa_witch]

The mansion was silent. Any servants that happened to spot them quickly ducked away in the other direction.

At her room, she pulled him inside - and kept going toward the bed.

[richestduck]

He didn't object, hopping up onto the bed with his good leg the moment he was close enough.

[lifesa_witch]

She blew out a lit candle, laying down with him and pulling up the covers. Likely they were both too exhausted to try anything sensual. She snuggled up to him, seeing no reason why not.

[richestduck]

He set his glasses on the nightstand and held her close as he laid down on the pillow. As much as he would've liked to resume their activities, well, he was feeling drained.

[lifesa_witch]

The two slept in each other's arms peacefully.

In the morning, Clara knocked on the door. She'd heard rumors about last night. "Breakfast is ready, mistress."

Magica slowly blinked into the waking world... oh.

[richestduck]

Scrooge was still pretty much dead to the world, snoring softly into her ear. Apparently, sex made it easier for him to sleep in.

[lifesa_witch]

Slowly, reluctantly, Magica pulled herself away from Scrooge. Climbing off the bed, she headed to the door - normally Clara would come inside and drop off the tray, but this time, Magica yoinked it inside and closed the door in Clara's face.

She glanced down at the tray - breakfast for two.

She blushed. Gossipy hens.

[richestduck]

Scrooge groped blindly for the soft heat source he'd been cuddling with. Come baaaack...

[lifesa_witch]

Magica placed the tray on the nearby nightstand, trying to think.

Now what?

Did Scrooge want a family, with a wedding ring and children? Hell, what did she want? She always assumed she'd be single for life, and happily so. Was last night just giving in to lust, or the physical confirmation of their unsaid feelings? This was confusing.

She sat on the bed and stroked Scrooge's head.

[richestduck]

A wife and children was something he'd never dared to dream for. Clan McDuck would die with him by virtue of his deformity and the threat of his children inheriting it making him an unappealing candidate to any rational woman.

But as she stroked his head, he let himself imagine it a little. Just for a brief moment he saw flashes of her dressed in white and then the two of them posing for a portrait, a baby on his good knee and another in her belly.

He opened his eyes, dismissing the impossibilities. "Morning," he mumbled, his voice rough.

[lifesa_witch]

"Good morning." She wasn't sure what to say, or if she should say anything at all.

"... There's breakfast here, if you want it."

[richestduck]

"I should probably head back to my room for breakfast," he said regretfully.

[lifesa_witch]

Magica looked away, a little hurt by that. She tucked hair over her shoulder, willing to give it one more try.

"... I was thinking... maybe... we could have our meals together." As in all of them.

[richestduck]

"I'd like that," he said immediately. "But my breakfast is probably waiting in my room."

It hadn't occurred to him that Clara and the servants would've adjusted where he would be taking breakfast this morning.

[lifesa_witch]

Relieved, but a little embarrassed, she pointed to the full tray of double meals.

"No, it's not."

[richestduck]

He turned bright red. What they'd done was likely all over the house by now.

[lifesa_witch]

She picked up a cup of tea, drinking it quietly.

"I suppose next time it would help if we made sure the door was closed."

Next time?

[richestduck]

"Next time?" he asked, trying not to sound too hopeful and not quite succeeding. Then he turned an even darker shade of crimson. Honestly, how could he be so casual about what they'd done?

[lifesa_witch]

A long sip, not meeting his eyes.

"I tend to take outdoor baths at least once a week, around the same time." If he mercifully picked up the hint, he would be there again.

[richestduck]

If he turned any redder, the bedding around him would catch fire. He understood her meaning completely.

[lifesa_witch]

She offered him a plate of toast and eggs. "How is your leg?"