To Beej or not to Beej.

A/N: SMUT. Sweet, sweet smut. I hope it doesn't suck to bad because its a little embarrassing writing this kinda thing! Enjoy and please review? *cry Please? Oh and I should say that the titles are clever - or not so clever - rewordings of Shakespeare! Don't sue.

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"Why'd you go and get a job anyway, babes?"

Lydia looked up at her friend, if that's what they were anymore, and sighed - not really knowing the answer to that question. It had been a spur of the moment thing - anything to get her mind away from what was happening with Beetlejuice. "I saw a sign in a window one day and thought I could use my new found free time wisely. At least they pay me."

"Ah."

Beetlejuice didn't know what to say to that. Things were definitely different between them now - more serious then it had ever been. Lydia hardly ever smiled anymore - she just watched him, trying to figure him out. She wasn't educated on the male brain but for some reason she'd never heard of a man denying a woman. Things were definitely twisted in her world.

"Well, you should quit. There's not enough time in the day to share you with a job."

"If only it were that easy, Beej. My parents want me to work - especially if I'm not going to go to college. I can't just sit around the house all day doing nothing. Plus I would like to eventually move out of here..."

"Well you can come live with me at the Road House, babes. It'll be great."

Lydia rolled her eyes.

"What? We could be together all the time."

"..and do what exactly?"

Beetlejuice sighed. Fuck your brains out every single second of the day? That seemed like the answer she was wanting to hear. Although he tried hard to suppress those thoughts it sounded like a good time to him, too. It had been two weeks since their reunion at the bar in the Neitherworld and although they'd made up - things weren't back to normal. He feared that things would never be back to the way they once were. The way that Lydia looked at him sometimes - the way she was looking at him now.

"I want you - every.." Their eyes met. "...last..." He looked down to her lips as the air passed between them and he swallowed the lump in his throat. "..piece, Beej."

His friend definitely wasn't the same.

"Unfortunately, you don't seem to think that's a very good idea..."

Lydia stood from her bed and forced a small smile. Beetlejuice watched as she moved across the room and gathered a few clothes from one of the dresser drawers. "I'm going to go take a shower. It's been a long day." She assured, meeting his eyes one last time. "I'll talk to you tomorrow?"

Beetlejuice floated away from the bed as well and nodded, forcing his own sad smile. "Okay, babes. Tomorrow.." He watched her pull the rubber band from her hair - dark waves falling into place at her shoulders. Another hard swallow as she said his name quietly three times and then he was standing in the empty Road House. Ginger and Jacques obviously weren't home so he went to his room and shut the door, falling onto his own bed heavily.

Although he knew it was going to make things worse - he couldn't seem to stop his thoughts from following Lydia to her shower.

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Lydia turned around quickly as the bathroom door opened and Beetlejuice slid inside - closing it behind him. She was standing before him in her underwear, in her tight - black, lacy underwear. "Lyds.." Her name slipped past his lips in somewhat of a moan. "Beej? What are you.."

Before she could blink he had moved towards her - placing his hands on her hips, pulling her body into his. He bent his head down to her and she couldn't help but oblige when their lips met - his hands moving up her waist, then her stomach - grazing her breasts before they found her hair, pulling her into his embrace and deepening their kiss. "Beeejj.." It was more of a moan then a protest. Without a word he lifted her up and sat her gently on the sink counter positioning himself between her spread legs. "Babes, I'm not sure.." He whispered against her lips - kissing her again. They were so close he could feel the warmth coming from her body. Lydia took in a breath - staring up at her friend with lust filled eyes as her fingers began working the buttons loose from his shirt. "Beej... I would never hurt you.. I love you.." Her voice was like heaven in his ears. "Mmm.."

That seemed to be all the assurance he needed as he hands continued to travel down her body - groping her lace covered breasts a little harder then he had before. They were kissing again - Lydia's head pressed against the medicine cabinet as Beetlejuice advanced onto her - pressing himself against her panties. "Lyds, I want you.." His voice was so thick and rough - "..now." She nodded slightly and smiled - meeting his eyes once she had his belt unlatched and his pants unzipped. "I'm ready.." Her voice was but a whisper - a soft, deep moan in her throat when two of his fingers slid inside her. He studied her face for any sign of fear or regret and when he found nothing but desire he placed himself at her opening and eased inside.

They hadn't taken time to remove clothes - his dick out of his boxers and her panties pushed to the side. It wasn't something first times were made of but it felt sooo good and there was no going back now. Beetlejuice quickened his pace - never letting his eyes fall from hers as she fell back into the sick in ecstasy, "Oh.. Beej.. it feels.." He placed one hand on the wall behind her - wrapping his other arm around her waist as his own moans escaped him. "Are you.." He slowed for a moment. ".. everything okay?" Lydia nodded happily, pulling at his shirt. "More.." Was all she could muster. "..more, Beej.."

After another few minutes Lydia grabbed him by the shirt harder and sucked in a deep breath of air. "Beej... I think..." Her eyes closed as she met each of his thrusts. "Beej I'm gonna cum.." Beetlejuice's knees about gave out at the sound of that. "Oh, Lyds.. baby.. cum for me, I'm so close.." She kissed him again - harder then she'd ever and pulled at the back of his head. She wanted him to be closer if that was even possible - she wanted every inch of him. Nothing had ever felt this good to her in her lifetime and once her orgasm exploded inside herself she swore she saw stars and felt like the world was slipping away. "Oh, god.." Beetlejuice groaned against her neck as his own orgasm took over his body. Lydia whimpered with pleasure - wrapping her arms around her friend when he slumped against her on the counter. Although it was just out of habit - Beetlejuice was breathing hard against her neck, running his free hand up and down her inner thigh. "Mmm, babes.."

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Beetlejuice opened his eyes quickly - grasping the sheets he laid on, looking around his dark - empty bedroom. A dream. Of course. Nothing that good could ever happen to him. "Lyds.." He whispered, mostly to himself since no one else was there. It had been so real - so wonderfully real to him. Fuck.

"Bonjour, Beetlejuze. You look, ah, how you say, rough night?"

Jacques forced a smile at his moody friend. "Yeah, bones - rough night.." He growled, sitting down at the bar in the kitchen. With a snap of the fingers a bowl of Bugs 'n Things cereal appeared before him. "I had this crazy dream that me and Lydia were... together, you know - like really together and it actually worked out.. I didn't hurt her and she didn't run away screaming.." He looked up at the skeleton slowly - unsure of why he was opening up to him of all.. things. "Ah, Beetlejuze. I zee thingz you know. I zee you and I zee Lydia and when you are togethar it is like sweet symphony. You two belongz togethar."

"I don't know, bones.. what do I have to offer her? She's beautiful, and a breather and has her whole life infront of her.."

"This is true, mon ami - but there iz no denying that zee beautiful breathar Lydia wantz you just az much az you want 'er. Sometimez you just can't question fate. You should talk to Lydiaz.. everything will work out I'm sure."

Beetlejuice nodded. The things Jacques were saying actually made since to him. "Alright, bones.. I think I'll go pay her a visit." Jacques winced at Beetlejuice crunched some more of his disgusting cereal and turned to leave. "Hey, bones?"

"Qui?"

"Uh, thanks."