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[FEB 3] [Beetlejuice] How Touching
Title: How Touching
Day/Theme: The Bad Touch
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ/Lyds
Rating: PG
Comments: Written whilst waiting on jury duty to start.
She always felt feverish when he was around, maybe because he had no body heat to speak of, which just made her skin seem that much warmer. Maybe it was because she was always blushing, from something he said, somewhere he touched, or some thought that she didn't have the nerve to say out loud. Or maybe it was the way he would look at her and smirk as if he knew all that.
He was unable to keep his hands to himself. Anything he liked he had to grab and grope and roll between his fingers. He did it with his favorite clothes, he did it with anything he recognized as valuable, he even fondled and cackled over the bugs he caught before he ate them. So while at first she was slapping his hands away and getting angry, eventually she noticed that he paid the same attention to her hair or the hem of her skirt as he did to the other parts of her he couldn't resist grabbing.
It wasn't sweet. It wasn't as if she didn't mind. It was just hard to stay consistently angry at him when he kept coming up with things that needed more attention than the occasional feel.
Motherly, modest Barbara had been livid for her sake and had chewed him out for it. All her anger had rolled off him like water off a duck. More powerful, more frightening beings than Barbara had yelled at him before, and he had probably had more painful threats than hers made good. He ignored her and her wrath, but was paying enough attention to snap her bra strap when she finally turned her back. He had had the nerve to look surprised when Lydia sided with Barbara on that one, but also hadn't done that since, to either of them.
Maybe he really could be taught to behave, but she doubted it.
Day/Theme: The Bad Touch
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ/Lyds
Rating: PG
Comments: Written whilst waiting on jury duty to start.
She always felt feverish when he was around, maybe because he had no body heat to speak of, which just made her skin seem that much warmer. Maybe it was because she was always blushing, from something he said, somewhere he touched, or some thought that she didn't have the nerve to say out loud. Or maybe it was the way he would look at her and smirk as if he knew all that.
He was unable to keep his hands to himself. Anything he liked he had to grab and grope and roll between his fingers. He did it with his favorite clothes, he did it with anything he recognized as valuable, he even fondled and cackled over the bugs he caught before he ate them. So while at first she was slapping his hands away and getting angry, eventually she noticed that he paid the same attention to her hair or the hem of her skirt as he did to the other parts of her he couldn't resist grabbing.
It wasn't sweet. It wasn't as if she didn't mind. It was just hard to stay consistently angry at him when he kept coming up with things that needed more attention than the occasional feel.
Motherly, modest Barbara had been livid for her sake and had chewed him out for it. All her anger had rolled off him like water off a duck. More powerful, more frightening beings than Barbara had yelled at him before, and he had probably had more painful threats than hers made good. He ignored her and her wrath, but was paying enough attention to snap her bra strap when she finally turned her back. He had had the nerve to look surprised when Lydia sided with Barbara on that one, but also hadn't done that since, to either of them.
Maybe he really could be taught to behave, but she doubted it.