Uuuuh, so I haven't written fanfic in a LONG. TIME. and I finally felt that spark to do so again. Just a little.
As an experiment, I started pulling tarot cards for character interactions in a plotline so I wouldn't mischaracterize, so everything that's written has a card energy and association to it.
I just wanna say, I don't know if I'll write more, or even all of it, but I shall give context (please let me know if I'm cooking, chat)
This is the 8th meet-up between Pennywise and me
but I mean... go ahead and self ship idc.
This is 2 days after he bit her (with consent), and she called for him in her room.
Enjoy?
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"Hold me..." I pause. "... but show me you first, if you can." I don't know where those clothes and shoes have been, and I certainly don't know where he's been, but I could maybe keep my bed a little bit clean. I was already making a mistake by letting him next to me to begin with, but what can I say? If they're apart of his form, then... I don't know what I'm going to do.
Pennywise seems to grow a little as he held himself above me on the bed, like an inhale. I couldn't see his expression, but judging by the growl-like whine that came out of him next, I could tell his features would have shown irritation.
"Whyyyyyyy?" He drags it on, his nails clicking against the mattress, like he's physically fighting the urge to ignore my request and go for it anyway. To touch when I asked him not to conditionally.
I could almost sense curiousity after the initial annoyance washed over him, maybe asking himself why I would even suggest he show more of himself to me. His golden eyes flick down to the sheet covering my nude body, then up to my face again.
Eyes love to show exactly what they want.
There's a beat, and he relaxes slightly in the shoulders, as if coming to a realization. He stands up straight again, and then freezes. His body becomes stiff, more predator-like in it's shape. Intimidating. He slowly moves over the bed again, trapping me on both sides with his arms.
"No. You said 'hold me' and I'm gonna."
His right arm lifts and I feel his claws just barely pass my wrist.
And then, a dramatic groan as he lifts up off of the mattress once more, making another decision.
"Fine. I'll show you me, and then... I get to touch you and hold you."
His back straightens.
"Immediately."
I giggle a little. "Yes, you silly boy. I promise you can touch me immediately after." It was almost adorable the way I could hear and see (somewhat) the internal conflict he was having.
"Silly?" He leans over the bed again, bright eyes burning into me with annoyance and that intimidation he tries on me every so often.
"I'm anything but silly."
I might have been intimidated, if it wasn't for the twitch I saw his lips do, thanks to the dark red paint on them contrasting with the pale of his face.
"You promised, and I'm holding you to that. Once I'm done, you're allllllll mine."
I smile lovingly. "If you're not silly, why do you always look like a clown?" I tease as I wait for him to unclothe. I'm beginning to get a little impatient myself, but I decide I might have a bit of fun with him, since he seems to be in an agreeable mood.
A moment to digest what I said, equivalent to an incredulous blink's worth amount of time goes by, and then, that evil little giggle comes out of him. Semi-innocent at first, then darkening at the end, like a 'oh, I'm going to get you for that.'
"Knowing what a clown is and what they're meant to look like..."
He starts with his shoes, removing them with a grace that's only seen in someone who has had time to get to know their costume.
"... aren't you the silly one for offering to share your bed with one?"
"Oooh," I smirk, as if saying I know he's giving me a bit of attitude back. "I never said clowns couldn't be attractive."
There was a low hum in the room suddenly, emanating from the entity beside my bed. I watched as his eyes appeared from behind the mattress, just to lock on me.
His voice was laced with pride as he spoke his next words, his ego clearly inflated.
"Oh, of course. You have good taste." Pennywise hangs on to that last word a little longer, the double meaning becoming clear.
I keep my smirk, then inhale sharply. "The longer you take getting your clothes off, the longer it'll be before you can touch me again." I say, almost sing-songy.
I have seen this thing move fast a few times in my life.
This was one of the fastest.
There was a realization, a snarl- or maybe a needy moan, and then quick action. His claws tore through everything, the sounds of buttons snapping and fabric tearing filling the room as his ability to hold back wore thin.
I didn't even really get a chance to see anything before he began to lean on his arm over the mattress again.
"I'm finished~" he purrs. Then his voice goes deep as he lifts a claw up and towards me.
"Now... let me touch."
I hold up a finger. "Ah, ah, ah. You forgot something. I said... show me."
I fully expected him to get annoyed, angry, irritated, but he only seemed to be... maybe slightly insulted, but mainly hurt?
"You... doubt me?"
Perhaps he didn't understand why I asked. I was curious more than anything.
He took a step back, allowing me to 'see' him. All of him.
"Okay, I did it. You saw. Let me touch."
I sigh. "I wish I had nightvision like you." I can't see him very well at all in the dark. I lay back a little. "Fine." I pause, I motion with my head to the opposite side of the bed, and stay quiet despite the sharp pain I felt in my healing bites after that jerk I unconsciously did. "Join me."
He carefully lifts himself up and over me to the opposite side. The mattress molded to his body as he set down, and I felt his body temperature in the air between us he was so close.
I roll over onto my side, facing away from him, just so he could fit in better next to me. His breath brushes against the back of my neck, and I can feel the smugness in his energy.
I snuggle up against his chest, allowing him to be the big spoon. I'm not exactly sure if he'll get the memo on what I want from him, but he did say he wanted to learn before.
I feel him relax as my back hits his chest. Something like a purr of affection, or fondness. His arms wrap around me, his legs finding their place, and then stillness... for a moment. Then he adjusts. Repeatedly. He's having trouble getting comfortable against me with his size. He murmurs to himself, changing positions pretty constantly, until I move to help.
"No. Keep still. Stay."
He proceeds with finding the perfect spot for a while longer... and then... stillness once again.
For a while.
His breathing begins to get heavier, his body twitches every so often again. His hold on me gets tight, then loosens, over and over again.
"You don't... know what you do to me. It's hard not to... want to..." and he leaves it. It was obvious what he wanted, but he had a hard time being open with his thoughts and feelings to the point he couldn't verbalize very well.
I giggle and smile a little. "I love the way you try for me. Thank you." I hold onto those words for a little bit so he knows I mean it.
He softens again, all the tenseness melting away. Somehow, my words were enough to suppress his hunger for the moment.
"I do it... for you. Only you." His hold becomes more soft, protective, more... caring in a way I have never felt from him before.
"Allllll mine. Mine for the night."
