Chapter 9: Feelings, Revenge and Awake

                                    

                                          
(Misunderstandings, The Plan set out and she wakes up! "Go to him!" ) Art made in AI Generator because I'm not that great at art lol

Next morning... It's Elizabeth that finds him in the attic, she looks down at him all splayed out and chuckles "Oh Beej time to get up!"
Beetlejuice grunted and snorted as he had to force himself to "wake" up. The only problem with letting himself go into that state was the getting out of it. That's why he usually didn't do it. It was hard to get out of again. When he finally drug himself out a little, he blearily looked up at Elizabeth standing between his splayed legs. He was still half asleep, and was clearly thinking it was Lydia talking to him, "Ya could come and sit on my lap honey. I can make it worth your while." he teased.
Elizabeth chuckles "Beej I think you're seeing things, I'm Lizzy."
Beetlejuice blinked a few times to clear his vision and when his eyes focused, he could see that yes it was Elizabeth. He struggled to sit up for a moment before leaning forward with elbows on knees and hands dangling between them. He sighed, "Sorry, Lizzy. Brain doesn't work so well after I... ah... sleep. Nor do my eyes apparently."
She giggles "That's fine dollface. Um, I can tell you had a nice time last night; it was kind of hard not to hear Lydia moan."
Beetlejuice shrugged, "Ya I made sure she enjoyed herself."
She gets on the sofa with him and sits across his lap and gives him a little hug "Tell me all about it...did she start opening up to you more?" she asks, laying her head on his shoulder.
He snickered, "Ya want details Deetz?"
"Mhm I want to know if she was opening up to you after you did naughty things to her. I heard her laughing."
He shrugged, "Don't know. She was a bit more easygoing I guess but after I ate her out, she just told me to let her go and basically went to bed."
"Easygoing usually means she liked what you were doing to her, I think she opened up to you more. You know, letting her guard down."
Beetlejuice shrugged before leaning back, scratching his belly and lighting a cigarette. He took a long drag and held it for a bit before blowing it out his nose as he replied, "Then I guess she did but not much."
"Hey it's a start. It's progress." she smiles, nuzzling his cheek a little with hers.
He grunted before going quiet. He knew he always joked about being the most eligible bachelor in the netherworld but that was because no one wanted him. Hell, he had to go to Dante's to get laid before he met Lydia. He wasn't even really wanted in life. He was even surprised Lizzy wanted him that way. He may be able to change his appearance, but his original appearance was that of a 40-year-old with a belly and bad teeth. Not many were into that. That's the breaks of living during the plague. The dirt, moss, and that was changeable. He just never really cared about his appearance since the worse he looked the better for scaring fleshbags. When he first wanted to marry Lydia, it was a means to an end, but he fell in love with her as she grew up. During the plague Women got married young so from where he came from Lyds was of age not that he would have ever forced her into his bed. He sighed and scratched his belly unconsciously. It was a nervous habit he had developed in life since he was always dirty in life and so it itched. He wouldn't even notice he was doing it. He supposed he kept doing it in death because it was still round, and he did it in life. Just like rubbing the back of his neck.
"Have you ever gotten her flowers?" she asks, playing with his crazy looking hair, running her fingers through it gently.
He looked at Lizzy and replied, "Uh no. I wasn't sure if she'd be receptive to that since she had made it very clear she wasn't interested in me."