Magica rocked with him, trying to guide him into her. It was difficult to be patient when you knew something wonderful was coming. Normally by this point she'd lock her legs around his waist to drive him along, but now that dear Poe was here... she wanted to give enough space. She knew her brother well enough.

The last of Poe's clothes hit the floor. He grabbed Scrooge's hips again - slightly tighter this time - arching over him as Scrooge was doing to Magica. "Go inside her," he breathed, his own excited flesh pressing up against Scrooge. "You want to feel her."