Untitled - One-shot

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Fandom: Beetlejuice (movie-verse)
Rated: M for (possibly poorly-written) sex

Lydia carefully picked up the silver ring for possibly the fifth time in the last twenty minutes, occasionally thinking about trying it on, but then remembering where it had come from. Well, not so much where it came from (because she’d rather not think about the severed finger) so much as who had given it to her almost two and a half years ago.

Then again, she’d rather not think about him either.

Part of her thought she should summon him and ask if the bight red gem in the center was a ruby, and if the little ones circling the whole ring were onyxes, but the other part knew she could just take it to a jeweler and ask there. So, why was she even considering summoning him?

Just as she was setting the ring down on her dresser, another thought crossed Lydia’s mind. Why did she even bother keeping the damned thing? It looked pretty, she admitted that, which is probably why she swiped it from the floor when she saw it, figuring it dropped from the bio-exorcist’s hand just before he was eaten by a sandworm. Maybe she thought she could give it back to him somehow, but that’d mean summoning him again and only causing all sorts of hell all over again. She wanted to get rid of it, but she just couldn’t get over the two, glittering rubies staring at her every time she was about to drop it in the trash or chuck it out the window. The only other explanation Lydia could think of was that the ring was cursed or something, which would explain why the rubies only glittered when she was ready to get rid of it.

With a sigh, she finally managed to set the ring down on her dresser as she wandered over to the open door of her bedroom. It was a Saturday, so she wasn’t at school, but Delia wouldn’t be home until seven because she had submitted her Beetlesnake sculpture to an art show and obviously wanted to be there with it, and somehow she had managed to drag Charles into going (something about bird paintings being at the show, too, was probably what did it). Barbara and Adam were summoned by Juno for who knows what reason, so that left Lydia alone to the house.

Maybe if she summoned him now, she could give the ring back really quick and send him back before anyone gets home? That seemed like an okay idea. But what if he tried to…

No. Nope. Nu-uh. She’d have sent him back before he could even call her “Babes”, much less before he'd get the chance to do that.

Lydia closed her eyes and sat on her vanity stool, clutching the ring tightly. “B-… Beetlejuice…”

A chill ran down her spine.

“Beetlejuice…”

She swore she felt a light breeze pick up in the room.

“…Beetlejuice…”

Suddenly, the light breeze turned into a harsh wind, flinging her curtains around and ripping her photos from the walls as a horrible and all-too-familiar cackle filled the room. A pair of striped arms wrapped around tightly around Lydia and lifted her up from her seat, spinning her around like a child with a new toy. “I knew ya’d bring me back, Babes!” Beetlejuice laughed and quickly turned her so she was facing him, roughly covering her mouth with his for a moment and groping her ass for good measure. When he finally pulled back, he had dropped her onto the bed and grinned. “Wow, Babes, it took ya long enough ta call me. Kept me in that waiting room for about two years. What took ya?”

Lydia gaped up at him, too disgusted from the kiss to form words.

Beetle shrugged and pulled a cigarette out from an inside jacket pocket. “Whatevs, though; ya prolly got yer reasons. Babs an’ Adam aren’t here, are they?”

She shook her head and shakily opened the hand still clutching the ring. “I wanted to give this back.”

He was about to light his smoke when he eyed the ring for a moment before a leer slowly stretched across his face. “Yer sure ya don’t wanna,” he climbed on top of her and pinned her down by her shoulders, “finish up where we were?”

“No!” She shoved him off and held the ring out to him. “Now take the ring so I can send you back to where you came from!”

With a heavy sigh, Beetle turned his back to Lydia and put away his cig, resting his chin in one palm. “Y’know, Babes, I don’t see that happenin’.”

“Take. The ring. Back.” She got off the bed and walked around so she was standing in front of him.

He took her by the wrists and pulled her back onto the bed, pinning her down. “No.”

“Beetle-!” He forced his lips against hers again, this time pushing her mouth open with his tongue. A horrified squeal emitted from Lydia’s throat, but because of Beetle’s wet sand-like tongue, it didn’t get very far. She struggled beneath him, trying to kick him between the legs until they were suddenly trapped under his shins. No! Get off!

He let go of one wrist for a moment and snapped his fingers, juicing away her black khakis and underwear as well as his own pants and boxers. Another shriek got stuck between their mouths, Beetle’s tongue sliding along the roof of her mouth. He pulled back just before she bit down on it though and glared at her. “God dammit, Babes, relax! Enjoy something fer once!”

“BEE-” He slapped his hand over her mouth, his glare deepening.

There’s gotta be a better way ta talk ta her without her yellin’ my name like that… He looked around the room and noticed a doll leaning against her vanity mirror. With another smirk he pressed his lips against hers again and pulled a little ventriloquism. “Don’t worry,” the doll said in his voice as he pressed himself inside her, “I can’t get ya pregnant, I’m dead. Remember?”

How could I forget? she thought bitterly, jerking a bit as he slid in and out. That’s what - “MMH!” - I’m freaking out about. She moaned, squeaked every now and then, and jerked a couple of times, but she had reluctantly relaxed, figuring the squirming would only make herself climax faster.

Beetle’s tongue flicked against the roof of her mouth again as he pulled back, leaning towards her ear. “You wanna know what’s gonna happen with ya - y’know - reach that point?”

Lydia shook her head and closed her eyes, tears slowly streaming down as she let out another moan, the orgasm creeping up even further.

He let go of her wrists and pulled her legs up around his hips, going harder and faster. “Nah, I figured not. Hell, if I were you, I probably wouldn't wanna know either.”

“Nuhh…Nnnho… stop…”

He nipped at her earlobe, feeling it, too, and holding back a moan himself.

She cried out again as she suddenly felt the sensation rip through her, her walls clenching around Beetle as both of them suddenly came. Panting, and with a satisfied grin, Beetlejucie rolled off to the side. “Now was that so bad?”

“Yes…” Lydia gasped, closing her eyes as more tears streamed from them.

Beetle snapped his fingers again, his pants now back on as he stood from the bed and tapped Lydia on the nose. “I’m done with ya, Lyds. I won’t bother ya no more if you don’t want me to.” He found the ring she had tried to return to him lying on the floor and swiped it up and quickly sliding it onto Lydia’s ring finger.

Lydia sat up on her bed, covering her lower half with a pillow as she attempted to locate her pants and having somehow not noticed him put the ring on her. When she had found her pants, she glared up and the bio-exorcist. “Beetlejuice.”

He simply dusted off his sleeves and pulled the cigarette back out, lit this time.

“Beetlejuice.”

“See ya, Babes.” He smirked and folded his arms.

“Beetlejuice!”

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Lydia suddenly jolted awake in her bed, gasping. A cold sweat soaked her forehead and back, and she realized she was in her PJs. Of course; it had all been a dream. One horribly realistic and terrifying dream.

She flopped back onto her pillows and curled up, failing to notice the ring on her finger.