Golden Opportunities
A faint record played a romantic tune with a hint of melancholy, as if the person who composed it had finally gotten the girl of his or her dreams, but was just beginning to realize the dangers of being in love, and venting it out to anyone who would listen.
"Still haven't replaced that old record player, huh, Scroogie?" Goldie teased the rich duck, her chin rested on his shoulder, letting him sway her lazily to the music as she reached sneakily down his pocket.
Without a moment of hesitation he slapped her hand before placing it back around her waist, her soft chuckle tickling the feathers of his neck, teasing with a hint of lustfulness.
"And why would I? It works perfectly well." Just as he said it, the record started skipping the rest of the song, stopping until the room was filled with complete silence, and the only sounds that could be heard was the shallow breaths shared between the both of them, and Scrooge's heart beating out of his chest.
He'd been so lost in the music he hadn't realized just how close Goldie was, pressed against him and breathing cool air against his neck, her golden hair smelled of marigolds, with a twist of lemon.
"Something the matter?" Her tone seemed to hold genuine concern, but anyone who knew her, like he did; could see right through it and find that teasing smirk in her voice.
Scrooge cleared his throat rather loudly, his beak blushing red as he turned his head away from her, gesturing with his head towards the record player.
"Perhaps I should.. er.. change it, actually?"
Goldie made no reply, and instead took advantage of his head being turned and buried her beak into his newly exposed neck feathers, preening and nibbling at his feathers, feeling his hands shakily hold her waist, until she hit that sweet spot and felt him dig his fingers into her, but thankfully not too roughly.
The Scottish duck was getting overwhelmed, and the thought of anyone, especially the kids, walking in on them would surely give the lot of them nightmares for years, and with that thought he pushed her, as a loud thump and the sound of coins clattering against a hardwood floor filled the room.
Scrooge clenched his fists, flustered and infuriated, but not at all surprised that Goldie had used such a tactic to get her greedy hands to slither into his pocket.
"Sorry, Scroogie," She winked, brushing a thumb against the bottom of her beak, smirking. Her cheeks had a faint blush however, making her unreadable on how she really felt about the whole.. thing that just occurred.
She stood up, collecting the coins from off the floor, blowing Scrooge one last kiss goodbye before she disappeared behind the door, leaving him with pockets as empty as his stomach, and his mind spinning.