Aug 9: Beetlejuice: Nine Tenths
Title: Nine Tenths
Day/Theme: Aug 9: I can’t say which of me is in you and which of you is in me
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ/Lydia
Rating: PG
“That!” she gasped. “Was DISGUSTING!”
“You know you liked it,” he purred.
“I could taste the beetles you keep under your tongue!”
“You’re welcome.”
With a shrill sound of revulsion, she ran to the bathroom and went fumbling for mouthwash. Once she was out of sight, he gave himself a little shake, sending up a cloud of grave dust and dandruff. Warmth still clung to him and it would be awhile before he lost the sensation of a pulse in his ears.
“The Handbook says you aren’t supposed to do that!” came a gargling complaint from the bathroom sink. “We have Rules!”
“I don’t,” he said, examining a grimy fingernail.
“There’s Laws about possession-”she choked, spitting a mouthful of foam into the drain.
“Possession’s 9/10s of those Laws, babe,” he chuckled, appearing in the mirror to look her in the eye. She glared, angrily wiping the traces of toothpaste out of the corners of her mouth.
“I wasn’t even trying to contact you!” she snapped, whirling back to her room.
“Hey, if it makes you feel better…” He made a big show of shrugging his shoulders as she threw the Ouija board back into its box. The old picture of her mother was put away much more gently. “Now I miss her, too…”
Day/Theme: Aug 9: I can’t say which of me is in you and which of you is in me
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ/Lydia
Rating: PG
“That!” she gasped. “Was DISGUSTING!”
“You know you liked it,” he purred.
“I could taste the beetles you keep under your tongue!”
“You’re welcome.”
With a shrill sound of revulsion, she ran to the bathroom and went fumbling for mouthwash. Once she was out of sight, he gave himself a little shake, sending up a cloud of grave dust and dandruff. Warmth still clung to him and it would be awhile before he lost the sensation of a pulse in his ears.
“The Handbook says you aren’t supposed to do that!” came a gargling complaint from the bathroom sink. “We have Rules!”
“I don’t,” he said, examining a grimy fingernail.
“There’s Laws about possession-”she choked, spitting a mouthful of foam into the drain.
“Possession’s 9/10s of those Laws, babe,” he chuckled, appearing in the mirror to look her in the eye. She glared, angrily wiping the traces of toothpaste out of the corners of her mouth.
“I wasn’t even trying to contact you!” she snapped, whirling back to her room.
“Hey, if it makes you feel better…” He made a big show of shrugging his shoulders as she threw the Ouija board back into its box. The old picture of her mother was put away much more gently. “Now I miss her, too…”