It's shorter than normal but at least I updated in under a year.

Lydia went to bed that night still buzzing from her date with Kyle. She didn't know him too well but he seemed amazing. He was a gentleman, a great conversationalist, a real charmer, and nothing like Beetlejuice, except for the charming part. Well, maybe some other parts of him weren't bad either. Not that she liked Beetlejuice because she didn't. Nope. Not at all.

So why are you comparing Kyle to Beetlejuice?

"Oh great! Not only am I haunted by a dead guy who constantly wants sex but my brain is also haunting me as well. Wonderful!" Lydia groaned and rolled over, smothering her face deep in her pillow trying to suffocate those damning thoughts.

Just think about it. You know that you feel something for that dead perv.

"I do not."

Don't try to deny it. I am you, remember? Just face the facts. You like him.

"I swear…if you don't stop talking right now, I will punch you in the face."

Hmph! I'd like to see you punch yourself in the face! That'd only prove that I'm right and you do like your former fiancé-by-force.

"Shut up."

Luckily for Lydia, the voice stopped but not before leaving her aggravated. She huffed and pressed herself further into the pillow. She could not like Beetlejuice. He was…well he was Beetlejuice! He was dead for one. He also tried to kill her parents and then he almost got the Maitlands killed. He was just bad news all around.

Not quite satisfied with her list of reasons as to why she didn't like Beetlejuice, she dozed off, allowing her that annoying part of her brain to take control over Lydia's love life.

For the next couple of nights, Lydia would find herself waking up to a cold sweat. She couldn't remember much of her dreams except for the feeling of lingering kisses all over her body and flashes of stripes in her eyes. She would then proceed through her day trying to remember the details, only to be left unsatisfied. Every time she came close to uncovering the things she could not remember, she was distracted and she'd have to start at square one.

She also had been too busy to call Kyle yet. He probably wasn't waiting by the phone like a teenage girl but she knew that if she waited any longer, he might not be interested anymore. But she was also really nervous and with the way her mind has been, she was beginning to doubt whether those events had actually happened despite the proof of his phone number. She would call him soon but first she had to gather her nerves and her sanity.

Beetlejuice noticed her hesitation and uncertainty and he took advantage of that. He could not have some random guy off the street move in on his lady. This boy would ruin everything. So Beetlejuice took this chance to try and get closer to her. He would occasionally say nice things, even if he managed to ruin it with a snarky or perverted comment afterwards. He even made her roll over on the floor laughing when he had accidentally set his head on fire while leaning over some candles. It had been purely accidental but to literally see her rolling on the floor laughing, even if it was at his expense, was worth it. He knew that one way through a lady's heart was through humor so even if he had to hack off his limbs, he knew it would be worth it once she became his and only his.

He would ensure that her boy toy was nothing more than a very faint memory that she would have to struggle to remember, just as she was struggling with her dreams. He wasn't blind to what was happening to her whilst she slept. He could hear her mumble in her sleep and whisper a whole sentence or two. Sometimes she even moaned, which made him extremely curious. He would float into her room only to be disappointed when it no longer continued. And when she'd wake to get her morning coffee, she would have dark circles under her eyes and she'd appear dazed for the day until he applied his charms to attempt to woo her.

Tonight, though, was quite interesting.

It started off like the other nights. She would thrash around in her sleep for a bit and then the mumbling would start. Beetlejuice was half asleep when the sound of Lydia's breathy scream woke him.

"Beetle!"

Oh shit. If she said his full name in her sleep, he'd be screwed. He immediately appeared in her room, ready to do anything to stop her when he was surprised by what he saw.

Lydia was sitting up in bed and staring straight at him. Her tank top was rising up on her belly and the sheets were all askew, exposing pale, creamy legs. She looked beautiful.

He snapped out of his stare when she said his full name, sending him into a mild state of panic.

"What? Are you okay?"

He approached her slowly as to not startle her. Who knew how she'd react to his presence. He noticed that her eyes where glazed over so she must either still be dreaming or she's half-awake. She held his stare and she raised her arms up and spread them in what looked like an invitation for a hug.

If he wasn't already dead, his heart would have skipped a beat or two. She wanted a hug?

"You want a hug?" He stood two feet away from her, puzzling over this situation. He could take full advantage of her state of mind and go along with whatever she wanted and maybe have his way with her but it was highly probable that she wouldn't be too happy in the morning. On the other hand, if he did nothing she might say his full name two more times and that would just not do. Plus, he would be missing a great opportunity.

She said nothing. She only kept her arms raised in an invitation that he accepted. As he sat next to her, her arms wrapped around him and she buried her face in his neck, relaxing into his embrace. Despite that he knew that she wasn't fully aware of her actions, he was surprised that she felt comfortable in his embrace. He was even more surprised when he realized that he also felt the same way.

He didn't know how long they sat there holding each other. It could have been a few seconds or a few minutes but he snapped out of it when he noticed her growing limp in his arms. She must have fallen back asleep. He looked down and only saw the top of her head that seemed to be snuggling with his shoulder. Smiling uncharacteristically, he moved to lay her back down on the bed and leave but her grip tightened around him.

"No. Stay."

His eyebrows rose to his hairline. She could not be serious. He gently attempted to pry her hands from his neck but she started choking him with her grip.

"Okay. Okay. I'll stay. I knew you couldn't resist me," he smirked.

Her subconscious must have heard his words because Lydia smiled at his statement. Careful not to crush her, he climbed over and lay beside her, causing her to snuggle closer to him. She was so warm and soft. His arms encircled her waist and pulled her closer to his dead body. He knew that there was no way in hell that she'd ever do this when she was awake but he hoped that this wouldn't be the first and last time that this happened. In fact, it would be detrimental to his, no – their -, future plans if this was a one-time event. She'd come around and he would make sure of that.

Feeling strangely at peace with himself and without any perverted thoughts, which could only be explained as a miracle from Heaven, he dozed off to the sound of her soft breathing and the warmth she provided.