The Beetle Bride (ON HOLD)

Chapter Ten; Dream Sex, Deals and Drawings

** Authors Note**
As usual, huge thank you to everyone for sticking with this story. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. And all I'm going to say is...steamy scene ahead. So you have been warned! ;)
*********************

Beetlejuice peeled open his heavy black eyelids. Still feeling groggy and disorientated from sleep. The sleep of the dead, he smirked to himself.
Outside, the morning was overcast. Slivers of grey light filtered in through the gaps in Lydia's thick, burgundy drapes, which served well as blackout blinds. Keeping the room mostly cloaked in darkness.
Flopping a stripped arm over to the side of the bed where she should be, he found nothing but pillow and linen. No smart ass. Edgar Alan Poe's daughter is gone. And the sudden panic he felt, was disturbing. Why should it bother him where she was? He didn't really give a rats ass. Did he? The uneasiness now gnawing at his rotten insides, suggested, or rather screamed, the he did.

Heaving himself up on the bed, he stretched and cracked his back before leaning against the headboard. His mind still very much on her, his head seemed to be throbbing now. What were the chances of being dead, and still getting headaches? The afterlife really did suck just as much, if not more so, than regular life.
His thoughts were running wild now. Where was she? Why should he care? What was she to him anyway? There were too many, and coming too fast, out of control and making his head spin.
Ans then with a jolt, he realised that his head had quite literally, begun spinning. Rotating involuntarily at high speed on his neck.
"Freakin' hate it when that happens."
He grumbled, catching it between his hands.

Just then he heard a soft giggle, and looking up, was surprised to see her suddenly there. Dressed in her white school blouse and long, plaid skirt.
Wait a minute...wasn't it Saturday today? Who knew? Maybe he'd been asleep a while.

Hanging onto the bedpost, Lydia lifted her skirt and brought her knee up onto the bed, flashing what appeared to be the top of a lacy stocking.
If his interest hadn't already been piqued, she'd certainly succeeded in grabbing his full attention now. And he watched with growing excitement as she slowly moved forwards on her hands and knees, crawling excruciatingly slowly, and seductively up the bed towards him.
"Hey BJ."
She said softly, her small rosebud mouth taunting him with the pet name she'd given him.
But as his eyes lingered on those inviting lips, which begged to be kissed, he really couldn't have given a damn what she called him.

"Hey yourself."
He managed in response, as she drew closer and the familiar scent of her tantalised his senses. She smelt fresh and clean, like flowers and soap. Which was a refreshing change from the usual pungent smell of death.

"You're not angry at me for calling you BJ?"
She was asking now, kneeling before him, her doe eyes shimmering with an endearing innocence, as well as something else...a slight glimmer of want, perhaps? Well, a dead guy could hope.

"I'm preparing myself to forgive 'ya."
He rasped. And then it happened, he lost control.

Grabbing her by the waist fiercely, he surged forwards, but she was pushing him back, her small hands on his chest, forcing him to recline with determination. They were locked in a sudden sensual tug of war, and the heavily charged, sexual energy that hung in the air between them, crackled like static electricity against his skin.
Smiling coyly, she straddled his hips and her small hands impatiently set to work on his shirt buttons.
His need for her was bordering on physically painful, and as she moved herself against him, he was pretty sure she'd be able to feel his 'need' increasing, in the corporeal sense.

"Oh, Beetlejuice."
She purred, catching him completely off guard. And just as he was about to reproach her for the careless use of his name, she suddenly gripped his shirt with a vigour that both surprised and thrilled him, and pulled it apart roughly, sending the remaining buttons scattering across the bed.