The Beetle Bride (ON HOLD)

Chapter Eight; Sketchbooks, Snakes and Sexual Encounters

**Authors Note**
Really want to apologise for the delay in updating, not had any spare time for writing, but this is a long chapter to make up for it. I hope you all enjoy...there's quite a bit going on in this one.
Massive thanks as usual for all your wonderful feedback, I'm humbled by your kindness and ecstatic to see this fandom still alive and thriving. BJ & Lydia forever!
One last thing, the song featured is "I don't know why (but I do)" by Clarence Henry, and the snake (all will be revealed) is a candy cane Corn snake, if anyone wants to look them up xD

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Hands thrust deep inside his striped pockets, Beetlejuice bounced excitedly on his heels whilst waiting for Lydia to return. Consumed with restless energy, he could scarcely contain his vivacity.
Things were going swimmingly. He never would've expected his current situation to play out like this, it was almost too easy. She was making it too easy for him.
A slow smile crept across his face as he conjured a generously sized black beetle, and proceeded to crunch on it distractedly, lost in his thoughts. Perhaps he'd underestimated the power of his magnetism. Clearly she was drawn to him like a helpless moth to a flame. And if she wanted to play with fire, then who was he to deny access? If she craved the flame's embrace, then she'd better be prepared to get burned. She was old enough to make her own decisions, even the stupid-ass ones...such as letting some young punk pop her cherry instead of calling on him to do the honours. But maybe there'd be other 'first's' he could be for her, and his imagination began running rampant. 
She'd been a confused young girl on the brink of adulthood when he'd first met her. Aged just sixteen, she was undeniably pretty with the potential to be a real stunner once she came of age. Now she'd blossomed into a fine specimen of a woman, and he felt like a complete tool for somehow failing to notice her fuller breasts, and curvier hips until now. Had he known of the treasures that lay hidden beneath those shapeless black sacks she slept in, he would never have gotten a moments rest.
His mind wandered back to the way in which her chest rose and fell rapidly as he'd approached her, and he subconsciously licked his lips at the memory. Surmising she was most likely a C-cup, or even if she was a B, he firmly believed that more than a handful was a waste. Either way, he would find out, and made a mental note to put his guesstimate to the test as soon as circumstances permitted.
It was bizarre how his attempt at intimidation had resulted in him making out with her like a freakin' hormone imbalanced teenager, but her unexpected initial reaction had led him to press his luck, and boy was he glad he had. There'd been no resistance, only reciprocated want, and now he was confident that he'd reach second base next time...and he'd make damn sure there was a next time. Once she got over her hang ups about him not being alive.

As he stood deep in contemplation, the sudden distant sound of his name being called made him physically jerk. Had he imagined that? No, there it was again....this time spoken with more conviction. For a moment he wondered if Lydia had decided to set him loose after all. She'd gone to the basement to develop the photographs she'd taken of him, after flatly declining his offer to accompany her. Much to his annoyance, he'd used up all of his energy reserves earlier by passing through the perimeter by himself, so he needed her to call on him as per usual in order to get out.
Hoping she'd changed her mind, and that she'd found the temptation of being alone with him in her dark room had proved irresistible, he strained to hear. Anxiously awaiting the the third and final call....
It came, and he felt the preliminary surge of energy consume every fibre of his being, as the gravitational pull sucked his form into the familiar spiralling, cyclone funnel. But as he transported, the sensation of being suspended in mid-air with no up or down seemed to last forever, which could only mean one thing...he was traveling a much greater distance than he'd anticipated.