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Lydia wakes up the next morning dress in pjs that had beetles on them. She chuckles at the irony and gets up, slipping her slippers on and robe before heading downstairs to get some breakfast.
Barbara was already down there, sitting at the kitchen table "Morning." she greets her.
Lydia's wondering why she's alone down here and not with Adam "Hey Barbs." she says as she pours some juice in a glass and sips it.
Barbara clears her throat "Um Lydia hun, are you hanging around with Him?" she asks, right to the point.
Lydia sighs "Him who?"
Barbra replies "You know...I'm worried he's taking advantage of you sweetheart. He's Not a good influence. He's also just trying to marry you for a green card and get into your pants along with it."
Lydia sighs again taking a gulp of her juice "Look Barb, I know you're just trying to help me, but...I've gotten to know him better than you have, so I don't think he's trying to take advantage in anyway. So please just stop." she leaves the room and a shocked Barbra sitting alone again.
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Earlier that morning Beetlejuice had nodded off for a bit but woke with a start because he felt the hair raise on the back of his neck. He looked around and sure enough his instincts were right. Standing at the foot of the bed was Adam. He pulled out from Lydia as gently as possible, snapped his fingers to clean them up before making them both decent and motioned with his head to signify out of the room because he didn't want to wake Lydia with what he was sure to be a yelling match. Luckily Adam seemed to have respect for her and led him to the attic. He sound proofed the room and made a talk gesture. "Are you...taking advantage of her?" he asks simply.
Beetlejuice snorts, "Not that is any of your business but no I ain't. She called me and initiated everything."
"Oh, so it's her fault, huh?"
Beetlejuice groaned, "That's not what I was saying. I was just answering your fucking question and informing ya as ta why I ain't."
Adam shakes his head, he seems hesitant to say his next words but let's it out "Are you, sleeping with her?"
Beetlejuice snorted, "Nah. We just like ta lay in bed holding each other while naked. Fuck, Adam. If ya don't see the picture than I can't help ya by explaining it. I mean ya do have a wife."
"I was trying to be decent about it." Adam sighs and leans against the window frame, putting his head down "Are you at least...um...wearing something?"
Beetlejuice replied, "Why would?"
Adam sighs "Because seriously...it's with you. You're not exactly...um clean. You couldn't...get her pregnant, could you?"
Beetlejuice snorts, "I am dead! No, I can't knock her up! As for clean again I am dead as in ghost. This is how I died numb nuts! Just like every other sad fucker that died. My 'ghost' took the form of my body at my death. It don't mean I ain't clean! It's just how I am stuck looking!"
Adam shivers at the thought "I mean...do you have to sleep with her, I mean she's a young lady that needs someone alive, so she can... you know, have a life."
Beetlejuice replied, "Look... I get that ya are trying ta be the parents that she really don't have but she's an adult and make her own decisions. She came after me. I didn't force her, coerce her or any other bullshit. She chose me!"
Adam turns from him, feeling defeated, he was never really much of an arguer, not even in life. "Just don't hurt her..."
Beetlejuice replied, "I ain't that kinda dick. Oh, and would ya like ta know WHY I look like this?"
"No... I don't want to know any more than what Juno told me." Adam says quietly before disappearing.
Beetlejuice yelled, "Ya judgmental prick! Maybe ya should get ta know me better since I ain't fucking going nowhere!" He just decided to go back to the office and handle some of the hauntings he needed to get done.
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Later on, after Lydia takes a shower, she's sitting at her vanity, combing her damp hair, she's wearing a tank top and soft shorts. She sighs and closes her eyes, thinking about him "Beetlejuice...Beetlejuice...Beetlejuice..."
Beetlejuice one minute is in the middle of a haunt then in the middle of Lydia's bedroom. The only complication was he was in his giant snake form.
Lydia looks over her shoulder at him and it does startle her, but only for a second and then she smirks "Did I catch you at a bad time?"
Beetlejuice reverted back to his usual form and replied, "Unfortunately yea. I was in the middle of a job. Sorry about that."
"No, it's fine. I don't mind."
Beetlejuice replied, "That's good cause sometimes ya might call me in the middle of a job and who knows what form I will be in."
She holds in a giggle at a random thought of him having a form of a giant condom.
Beetlejuice lit a cigarette and took a drag before asking, "No school today, babes?"
"No, it's Saturday honey." she blushes.
He replied, "Oh. Sorry. Hard ta keep track. That's good though since ya can just be lazy and relax."
"Yeah but...for how long though?" she smirks at him and goes back to combing her hair back.
He replied, "Until the weekend is over, I suppose unless ya have other plans."
"I meant trying to keep my hands off of you..." she blushes again, looking up in the mirror at him even though she can't see him in it.
Beetlejuice snorted, "Ah ya meant that. Well, I available whenever want."
Lydia sighs "I'm trying really hard not to compare myself to a bitch in heat...because now I feel so much when I'm around you now."
Beetlejuice growled, "I LIKE bitches in heat especially when it's MY girl. Just call me your horn dog, babes."
She accidentally giggles and it sounds like a schoolgirl giggling. "Horn dog, huh?"
Beetlejuice grinned widely and replied, "Yea. I'm always horny and ready ta fuck."
"You're almost like a drug for me now...highly addictive, when you fuck me, I feel your power surging through me." she closes her eyes and tries to calm herself.
Beetlejuice cackled, "That's what ya get when ya fuck the Ghost with the Most, babe."
She gets up from her vanity chair and walks over to him, turning around so her back is towards his front, she moves her hair aside and asks, "Will you rub my neck, please?"
Beetlejuice replied, "Sure." He started gently but firmly digging his fingers into neck and was surprised she was pretty stiff. It took about a half an hour, but he finally managed to loosen up most of the stiff muscles in her neck and shoulders.
She leans back against his front with the back of her head against his shoulder, letting out a content sigh.
Beetlejuice rumbled, "Ya are so stiff. I woulda thought ya was the stiff if I didn't know no better."
"And you're not stiff enough." she smirks looking at him over her shoulder.
Beetlejuice snorted, "Ya wanna a back scratching? Or a good fucking?"
Lydia turns and puts her arms up over his shoulders, looking up into his eyes "There's something I want to ask you before we fuck again."
Beetlejuice replied, "Shoot, babes."
"Marry me?" she asks him.
Beetlejuice was surprised to say the least. He asked, "What? Why?"
"Because...I love you." she admits.
Beetlejuice replied, "I ain't saying no. I just want ta know what made ya change your mind. I mean ya were saying ya didn't want ta get married before let alone ta me and now ya do."
"It's because, I can't seem to think that I could possibly live without you...or die." she sighs, turning from him, walking over to the window to look out. "I feel something for you, and I can't seem to stop it, and I don't think I want it to stop...must be fate."
Beetlejuice replied, "Maybe. I ain't to sure myself. I just knew the moment I saw ya that ya were the one for me."
"Is that a yes, then?"
Beetlejuice chuckled, "Lyds, I was always gonna say yes long as ya don't plan ta leave me at the altar. If ya really are serious about getting hitched ta me this time, then of course I'm gonna marry ya."
"I don't want to leave you again...ever." she smiles warmly, holding her hand out for him to take.
Beetlejuice takes her hand and kisses the top of it. He sighed, "Suppose we should tell all your folks. Adam knows about us. He caught us in bed together this morning."
"Yeah, Barbra talked to me too this morning. Gave me the old talk."
Beetlejuice snorted, "Probably Adam told her. What about chuckie and Deels?"
"We'll tell them later...I just want it to be us and that's all." she tells him, lifting his hand up to cup her cheek so she can nuzzle it with her face.
Beetlejuice sighed, "Much as I hate ta say it. We do need witnesses."
"Bob's good enough for me."
Beetlejuice replied, "Still are supposed have one more."
"Do they have to be alive?"
Beetlejuice shrugged and said, "Nah. Since you're marrying a dead guy. Breathers ain't gonna acknowledge it even happened. Only the dead will."
"We don't have to hurry anything; we can plan it out better. Both of us..." she kisses the palm of his hand.
Beetlejuice replied, "Well whatever ya want we'll do. As far as breathers will be concerned, ya will just be a woman that never marries all your life. Neitherworld marriages aren't considered valid in your world but in mine it will enable me take live with ya and they can't force ya ta put me back nor can they do it either."
She hugs him tightly with her head tucked under his chin "I'm yours..." she whispers.
Beetlejuice replied, "I've always been yours." He wrapped his arms around her as well and kissed the top of her head.
End.