Beverly stirred from her deep sleep. Having to wait a moment for the grogginess to pass. Taking in the world around her in figuring out what happened. The most important detail coming to her was that she didn't feel violated. Still wearing all her clothes appearing to be untouched. Figuring out things a little faster when that detail was cleared.
She was back in Pennywise's lair, she was sure of that. Deep underneath the layered blankets. Feeling the weight of them all settling over her. Along with the clown laying at her back holding her close to his chest. She could feel one of his arms going over her. A lack of breathing from him that she assumed was normal.
"He's probably awake." She thought. "Was he ever going to leave me in the forest? Or is it just that he changed his mind?" Either way Beverly wasn't going to question it much.
Still feeling exhausted, maybe even still partially paralyzed from the drugs. She remained in her resting place on her side. Anxious at the thought of stepping out into the world. The thought of how ironic it was feeling safer in ITs lair then outside being funny to her. Eyes closing to sleep off the rest of her exhaustion, but turning uncomfortable with her current laying spot. she carefully leaned up to shift over. The clown letting out a growl when she did.
It was a warning growl to keep her still. not wanting her getting up to leave.
He couldn't smell the drugs on her anymore. Yet he was going to keep her for a while longer … just to be safe. at least that's the reason he convinced himself of. Due to that he wasn't going to let her leave no matter how much fighting she did. His growl stopping at her turning over. Curling into him before resting her head back down nestled under his ruffled collar. When she was fully settled he wrapped both his arms around her protectively.
Beverly didn't mind that he did. Enjoying the closeness up against him more. Warmth of his soft fabric easing her quicker to sleep.
With her returning to rest he calmed down from being prepared for an argument. The warmth in his chest burning hotter at her close contact. Not being sure what to do about the sensation. The warmth wasn't killing him by what he could tell. Could it be doing something to Beverly? The warmth dipping down to a sting at the thought. Looking down at her sleeping form wrapped in his arms. Scanning over her for anything odd.
"She hasn't eaten since yesterday." Thinking of things she could need. Did he want to leave her side right now though? Not really, but she would need something for later. staying by her side for another hour. Carefully separating himself away after convincing himself she would be fine after all that time.
The nest provided the best protection with nobody but him able to move the webbing to get in. She was perfectly hidden under Derry in a place no human knew of. Except Henry, which he remembered was still up in the Neibolt house. Thinking about what he should do with him.
" can't eat him after he helped Beverly" Sighing at the thought of babysitting Henry as some thanks. "He makes a great pet, i guess, or a useful servant for later." Walking to leave his lair out the old well. Appearing up stairs by Henry sleeping on a dusty old couch in need of major reupholstering.
"Pets need feeding to don't they? ugh, I have enough work." heading out to fetch what he needed.
The next time Beverly woke he was gone from her side. Laying there for a little while longer alone before heading up. Climbing up through layers and layers of blankets. Questioning again how many blankets were there as she finally reached the piles surface. Looking around for a moment for anything different since last being here. Nothing was changed with the same vast space of blankets surrounded by towering web walls.
Crossing her arms over each other to rest her head back down. Most her body buried under the warm blankets. Thinking about what she was going to do. Shed have to leave eventually and face Erik. Should she leave today or tomorrow? What about Charles? Was he still around? Was he scared off out of Derry?
"Are you well?" She heard the clown ask while entering through the webbing. Looking up at him from her resting spot to give a shrug. Not sure herself if she was. Still feeling little energy to interact.
"I got you these." Watching him set down a brown food bag next to her.
" I'm not hungry." Answering shortly with little energy.
" you should eat." Pushing a little. Wanting to avoid a repeat of her shutting down into silence for a whole day. Thinking it's exactly what was happening after no response from her. " drink the water." He pushed a little more.
" not right now." Well, at least she was answering him. Not pressing any further as he laid down nearby. Knowing that if she could, she would lock herself in the bathroom to hide away.
Beverly looked from the food bag back to the fabric pattern closest to her. Eyes tracing along the fake leaf pattern. Slowly getting lost in her thoughts. Debating on if she should ask questions or let them rest.
"may as well. I don't want to sleep again." thinking with a glance over at the laying clown. Gazing at him more thoroughly at noticing he wasn't watching her. His back was facing her where he laid, keeping silently still to the point one would think him dead.
"... why did you help?" her voice soft as she asked.
" I was not going to let that filth touch you, ever." tone showing his aggression toward Charles. "I'd rather something else kill you." the warmth in his chest dropping to a stinging pain over what he had spoke. Questioning why it did that, was it not true? She was annoying with overly complicated caring needs. Did he not want her harmed at all? That has never been a feeling for him.
Looking toward her the feeling stung deeper. Regretting his words further when he saw her hiding under the covers. Cursing to himself that he may have pushed her into silence completely. Admitting to himself he'd have to fix what he did, but what to say?
"... why did you return to Derry?" his question mimicking hers in a way. She always said she wanted nothing to do with him, but based on what Henry told him. she headed straight for the town after being drugged. Even after the threats he gave her at the river's edge.
"... I don't know. … nowhere else to go? … why'd you send Henry to spy?" asking a question back.
"i couldn't spy otherwise." he avoided going into details on why. He did it to make sure the rats did not kill Beverly, but was that his only reason? He wouldn't have been happy if Henry came back to say she left for good. Then what would he have done? Send Henry to fetch her, maybe try to convince her back?
"like I would beg to have her." an idea laughable to him. He would never go so low.
" … how long are you able to stay awake? You've been awake a couple years now, right?" she shifted a few layers off her. Feeling overly hot underneath them all.
"heh, wanting to get rid of me? Maybe a few years more with careful rationing of my energy. My feeding will need to increase the longer I stay. My goal is to attract a few factory's or something high traffic before my long rest. Derry could use something like a fancy amusement park." mumbling over his hunger at the thought of a huge park filled with hundreds of children to pick from.
"do you rest at all?" curious on what he did in all the spare time he had down in the tunnels. Did he just wander the town when all the children were sleeping? Or stalk the outside of schools for all his little meals to flee the grounds toward home?
"yes, however my smaller resting is not the same as yours. I don't go into some little blackout like all of you. My body is held still with my mind sleeping in parts at a time. No matter what I am always aware!" boasting over his bodies superiority for dealing with rest.
"if someone wants to stay aware they have coffee." shooting his pride down.
"... what was with the dance show?" she asked an age old question that had nagged her at least once a year.
Pennywise let out a deep laugh at the question.
"it was to cut the boredom. You were taking a lot longer to wake up then I expected. Your friends were running around to reform their little pack. I was rudely left to sit around, waiting, for one or the other to happen. I decided to have a bit of fun setting something up." giggling around the answer.
"sorry for your suffering." sarcastically spoken.
"you are forgiven." joking back about the subject.
"did you come after me because I stabbed your head? I thought bill would have been your big target since he lead the charge for everything."getting out from all the blankets to lay across the top layer.
Beverly had so many questions raised since that one summer, many unanswerable by her friends. Going back and forth on better strategy to have killed each other being meaningless now. They were not kids anymore relying on bikes to get around. They also aren't close anymore either, her having split from the guys long ago. She couldn't tell him where they all were nowadays, even if he tortured her.
"ha, that wasn't the only reason. You were their pillar."
"pillar?" confused by what he meant by that. Facing him as he turned over to fully face her.
"billy boy may have pushed them forward, but you kept them together when I made everything fall apart. I would have killed a few in the house had you not intervened. They were falling apart when they left the house. Split to pieces for easy picking off one by one. Except for you still holding it together. After that I wanted to get rid of you quickly, before you could give some sappy friendship meeting. Do you think bill or his friend would have made up on their own? Without you stepping in to press one forward?
I was getting tired, I didn't want to wander far after eating. I had wasted far too much energy already at that point. It was my mistake bringing you to my nest. I assumed a few of your friends would be too cowardly to follow. Or in other cases wouldn't be trusting bill enough to follow after his last failed charge in. In the end they didn't come to help bill get his revenge, or to free Derry of my scourge, but to save you. Either way I wasn't able to as thoroughly plan as I would have liked." Letting out growls or grumbles throughout his talking.
" you're admitting to making mistakes?" surprised by the admittance from someone so prideful.
"i cannot say I committed none. My goal was obvious and you all escaped my den that day." a hiss escaping his throat.
"are you getting sick?" asking as a joke on his sudden humbleness. Taken more seriously by the clown suffering a strange feeling in his chest.
"i don't get sick, unlike you. You get sick every time you step out. Lucky I pulled you from the snow out by the long road before you turned to frozen meat." growling out his anger at her joke that hit a little too close to his worrying condition.
"you followed me for quite a while after I got back. Why didn't you grab me earlier?"
"i wanted the new nesting den to be ready first."
"and then what?"
"i would have courted you the same as I had done."
"and then what if everything went as planned for you?" having the topic continue deeper.
"why do you ask? Are you interested?"
"no! Just curious over how far you'll take it." tone serious on not being interested. Looking away to instead gaze up at the roof. A fluttering nausea hitting her stomach strangely.
"i would have liked to consummate our pairing."
"pfft, I would laugh myself to death as a clown tries to seduce me into bed." Beverly sat up to laugh at the idea. "i don't see how anybody at the bar could take the costume seriously."
"i can take off the costume. You think it's fully attached to me?" amused by her reaction.
"like I would know that. For all i knew it was just a weird layer of skin." looking back down toward him when he reached a hand up toward his collar.
Tilting his head up to expose the collars edge. Hooking one of his fingers under it to pull it forward far enough to emit a final snap of it breaking. The collar along with the whole upper part of his grey costume breaking apart to disintegrate out of sight. Exposing his muscular chest with wide shoulders spreading to finely muscled arms. Skin a smooth pale white as a marble statue, aside from his hands up to mid arm. The skin there a black diluting to a dark purple toward the dark markings end. Ungloved hands exposing the sharp nails extending off his finger tips. Down his muscular chest lead to the outlined stomach muscles cut off by the tightly wrapped lacing there. Everything below that still fully covered by remaining costume.
Beverly looked away from the display he gave her. Angry that she liked it a little too much for comfort. Happy though that not all of his costume disappeared at least. Keeping the lower half on to cover everything. Every time she looked at him after that was short glances to avoid staring. Examining him each time had her noticing small details, on normal people, were missing on him. Chest being completely smooth same as his stomach.
"take me serious now?" teasing her with a gesture to himself. "maybe not, you cant even look at me." teasing further.
"i can! I – don't feel - need too." tripping over her words with a few glares thrown at him. Looking away just as long as the glares lasted.
"it would be easier conversation if you sat closer. Don't you agreeeee?" despite not looking at him she could tell from his tone he was smirking.
"trying to get me close, but I don't have to get close. … but if I don't he'll know that i- ..." her mind rambled. "no, I don't like him. … its nerves from basic attraction. That's all it is. Heesss -nice- to look at. Why wouldn't he look -nice- he can look however he wants."
he waited with question seeming to go ignored. Assuming she wasn't going to move he stood up to walk over himself. Sitting down next to her with a change of his posture to be more inviting. Crossing his legs with a further lean back into the piled blankets behind him to get comfortable. Studying Beverly's posture being the exact opposite to his. Tense sitting while hugging her legs to her chest. Her Back facing him without even a glance toward him.
"going to look at me now?" asking her in a way to coax her from her guarded posture.
"i will ... still very tired right now. I just want to sit here for a bit." he could see the nervous tensing she did while talking. Making an excuse that he could turn in his favor.
"rest by me then. I'll keep watch as you do." tempting her to get even closer. She hesitated again to talk with herself in thought. Without a verbal answer given she shifted closer. Still refusing to look at him while laying at his side.
Shifting under the warmth radiating off him. Covering her just as well as any blanket could.
" was he always this warm?" Thinking back on her past memories of interacting with him. " no, i am sure he was never like this before. It's just a trick, something to bring people closer before they realized their mistake too late." Which reminded her to ask about last night's events.
"Where did Charles end up?" Asking, although going off his earlier tone she knew the answer.
" hes someplace far where he cant do anything." His answer filled with a heavy tone of satisfaction.
" that makes life easier. One less worry to deal with outside." Thinking of the burden lifted from her shoulders. However there was still Erik, who she had to get back to. "I should go back before his hangover kicks in." Getting up to stare at the wall webbing. Shed have to convince the clown to let her out.
" i have to go." Glancing back at him.
"You're not leaving while still sick." Hearing a low rumble from him.
She gave a sigh back with an unsteady walk off over the blankets.
"What are you doing? You can't get out anywhere." He gestured at the walls.
" why even keep me here? You always complain when your with me!" Glaring toward him after reaching half way between him and the wall.
" because you're stupidly stubborn."
"So are you!" Shouting back at him with a grabbing of a nearby pillow. Throwing it to smack into him.
" I am fine, let me out so i can go home!" Breathing hard after such little exertion.
"No, i won't be doing anything!" He got out right as another pillow hit him. "Throwing pillows like a child does nothing!" He laughed, interrupted as a few more hit him. Testing the last bit of patience he was burning through.
After the 8th pillow thrown at him he stood up. "Stop that!" growled in warning.
"Let me out then!" Beverly gestured toward the way they usually left before. Holding a pillow in the other hand ready for throwing.
"Sit down!" He ordered with a dodge of a thrown pillow. Coming after her after that one. Dodging a few more with a final pounce closing the large space between them. tackling into her, landing them both back down into the blankets.
"shit, fucking forgot he could pounce like that." thought coming up with the regathering of the wind knocked from her.
"Ha -!" his laughing interrupted by Beverly smacking a pillow into his face. Pushing his face away with it. Yet not enough strength to fully push him off. Forgetting that his chest was exposed when she pushed on it. Freezing at recognizing she was touching his smooth skinned chest. Feeling the muscle shift under the skin from a deep inhale.
"So he does breath." The thought rushing by in her mind. Any other thoughts halted at further realizing he was fully laying on top of her. Chest pressing onto hers with each deep inhale he took.
Him being caught far too much in his own reactions. Focusing too much on breathing in her changing scent to notice her shifted behavior. That same heated one that was so addicting. Aggravated at the pillow in his face blocking the alluring source. His jaws opening for a furious bite of the fabric. Shredding half the pillow away to spit far off to the side. Leaving the other shredded half limply hanging in Beverly's hand.
Having not much more to block with, she tossed the shredded piece away. " you didn't have to destroy it." Assuming he ripped it in angry defiance against her pillow tossing.
"Do i excite you Beverly?" His blunt question flustering her full of embarrassment.
"No!" immediately denying the fluttering feeling she had.
"you cannot lie to me. I've excited you a few times. Ever since we were back in that diner cold room. You were quite shy about it then." confronting her in maybe not the best position.
"maybe you should mind your own business and stay out of my thoughts." acting defensive over the confrontation.
"ha! You give me too much credit. I cannot read thoughts only body language. All you humans have twitches that give things away. It's how I know you lie. I can ask you anything to get the truth." his statements causing an inner panic for Beverly. " such aaaasssss, do you dream about me in bed?" Exposing her with no defense to hide behind she avoided eye contact while thinking what he may or may not know. " that's a yes." He confidently confirmed between the both of them.
"So what? It's not any real feelings. I was sick during all that remember? That's all it was." Working to dig herself out of facing the fact she did like him, in some mild way.
"Your not sick now, want to test it with a kiss?" His question catching Beverly by surprise.
"No, the thought of kissing you i find absolutely repulsive!"
" liar, you enjoyed the last few. How bout another bet then as neither of us will budge?" Offering with a smile of sharp teeth that Beverly was fully wary of.
" … what is it?" Sighing at taking up another bet with him. Thinking back on how well the last one went for her.
" i kiss you and if you don't like it then you can go. If you do, you have to stay."
" that's it? And exactly how long? because i won't be staying a full week."
"Why ask? Know your going to lose?" His attempted baiting failing this time. At least that was one point Beverly learned on the last bet.
"Give me a time or i wont bother." Head shaking in refusal. Somewhat sitting up in her position after pushing him by a smidge. Keeping the touching to a minimum with him.
" 3 days." He mumbled the time to barely be hearable.
"... Okay. Make it quick so i can go." Her speech nervously picking up it's pace unintentionally. Swallowing thickly when he leaned forward taking a soft hold of her arms to keep her from backing away. In that moment she closed the gap between them herself. Shutting her eyes tightly to kiss him first instead of the other way around.
Telling herself that she wouldn't like the kiss if she did. The last couple of times were her simply being sick. Maybe he pulled some manipulation trick before on other kisses. She wouldn't give him the chance to pull anything this time with a move of surprise. Her guarded thoughts lowering to enjoying the taste of him. That sweet caramel popcorn flavor she had forgotten about. Humming at the pleasant flavor without realizing she did.
He felt immense satisfaction at the reaction. Slowly Pushing forward to deepen the kiss. kissing her back down into the blankets. His hands sliding up her arms to hold her shoulders. Wincing at the spike of bitter fear assaulting his senses. Breaking the kiss to look down at her for a reason why.
It wasn't due to realizing she liked the kiss. Her mind, unfortunately, happened to pop up the worst thought at the wrong time. How, right now, he was almost in the same position as that dream she had. Him being over her with hands on her shoulders. Some real life differences applying to make it all feel more intimidating. One of them being he had more weight to him now. Not as light on her as he was in the dream. Being half undressed already while kissing her.
" okay you win." She pressed him back. Slipping out from under him to get away from his grasp. Taking in a small breath of relief at getting out from under him. Sitting not too far holding her legs to chest. Avoiding any eye contact with him while waiting for the annoying feelings over him to leave. Having trouble focusing on anything else with them invading her thoughts.
Leaving Pennywise laying there full of mixed emotions along with confusion. She seemed afraid of something yet her scent was emitting the exact opposite response. On top of that the warmth in his chest grew to feel hotter than the sun. Surprised that it didn't burn the both of them from the high temperature. Maybe that's why she was so afraid? She noticed the heat while he didn't? Well, it was definitely safe now with the heat taking a massive drop.
What now though? Should he press forward again? He wanted to, yet had the feeling she would reject him so soon after that scare. He decided it was best to remain laying where he was. Watching her sit there with slow breaths taken in.
Beverly remained in her seated spot until the lair slowly turned dark. A sign that the day was coming to an end. At least there was one way to count the days passing down there. Since she'd be staying 3 more days without any clocks. Thinking over what just happened with regret on the results of the bet they made.
" how stupid could i be?" Scolding herself on taking the bet. Laying back with a few pops from her spine after staying in one position so long. Glancing over the clown , who had also changed position at some point.
Now laying on his back sitting up against a mound of mixed pillows with blankets twisting over one another. Legs crossing over one another and arms out to rest across the blankets. Looking like he was resting with his eyes closed.
She looked back down at her hands resting over her. Watching herself disappear to the darkness of night taking over. Seeing only little outlines of orange light to mark where things were. A sickening feeling dropping into the pit of her stomach. A sensation of being far too exposed where she was. Everything seemed fine during the day, but now her nerves were taking over in the dark.
" the only thing to worry about is Pennywise nothing else can get in. I should be fine." She glanced again back toward the clown outlined in the orange glow.
" i can't be that worried if he hasn't noticed anything." Thinking with a look forward. "maybe he just finds it funny that i am afraid." Scanning the darkness for any other shapes not meant to be there. Scaring herself a few times after mistaking piles as people. Sleep becoming an impossible thing as her heart raced from building anxiety.
The thought of burying herself under layers didn't feel safe enough. Maybe it would be even worse without the ability to even see outlines. Hiding underneath for something to sneak up and yank her out.
"This is ridiculous. There's absolutely nothing there." Her tired mind spoke to herself. "you'll be fine. You need to sleep eventually. Cant have this happening every night and you know it will if you don't get over it tonight." She scolded herself, as if that would help.
She laid there for a few minutes. Closing and opening her eyes repeatedly to try and fall asleep with no success. Breathing getting out of control from her chest constricting. Sitting up to take in deep breaths of oxygen her lungs were starving for. A new fear of being unable to breath if she laid back down joining the growing anxiety pile. Fidgeting with her sleeve with thoughts over what to do.
Carefully glancing again at his still form. Making sure he wasn't looking while doing so. His eyes still closed in his fake resting state. Beverly looked away before shifting a little over to be closer. Feeling the weight of some anxiety being lifted at the closer position. It still wasn't enough to fully calm her down, she needed to get closer.
Like before, she would glance at him to see if he was looking at all. Shifting a little closer when he never did. Moving ever closer right up to the point she was just one more move away from being right up next to him. Nervousness reaching their peak with the final move.
Laying down by him close enough that her back was touching his side. Facing away to avoid any conversation the closeness may bring. Relaxing when he only took a breath instead of teasing her about being so close. Settling down by him had her body releasing the anxiety. Closing her eyes to let sleep finally take over.
IT, despite not looking, was deeply aware of what she had been doing. Smelling the building fear off her, but kept to himself. He was the only thing in the nest besides her and assumed he was the cause of her worry. Staying away to avoid scaring her off even more. Something he'd never done before. He always loved scaring humans into scrambling away like deer. With her it was different, scaring her had lost its thrill. He wanted her to get closer not run away from the sight of him.
When he felt her approaching he avoided looking at her. Fearing she would back away if he did. Peeking only after she rested up against him. Happily noticing her fear dissipating after nesting down beside him for the night. An instinctual greatness filling him at being seen as a male providing suitable protection. Glowing eyes scanning the nests edging for any coming threats. There was nothing coming, he knew that, yet the extra protectiveness over her gratified him deeply.
Gaze turned toward her at feeling her shift. Avoiding his gaze being too direct on her in case she noticed him looking. She was still sleeping after turning over. Resting her head on his chest and an arm wrapping around his waist. The warmth in his chest heating up into the higher temperatures again. Why was it happening? It was becoming a slight annoyance with its quick changes.
"i need to cure this infection, but how? Human medicine is useless to me." thinking with multiple tapping of fingers on the blankets. Stopping when he thought it may bother Beverly's rest. Shifting his arm closer to wrap around her. Softly rubbing his thumb on the shoulder his hand rested on. Providing a small amount of comfort to her sleeping form. His eyes moving off her to look back over the nests edging up until dawn.
The morning light pooling in disturbed Beverly from her sleep. Him closing his eyes to fake his rest again. Paying close attention to what she was going to do.
She opened her eyes in a wince from the light. Attention turned toward the mass of warmth she was laying against. Waking faster at seeing she was laying up against his body. Much closer then what she remembered when falling asleep. Facing up to see if he was watching. Calming down as he still wasn't.
"he said he stayed aware during his rest. Can't tell how much of that is true, or high ego boosting." thinking with a look over their current position. One arm over him and one arm over her as she rested up against him. Head resting on his chest giving off a comforting warmth against the cold morning air. Noting to herself that she couldn't hear a heartbeat while resting against him. She didn't want to move and accidentally wake him, if she even could. Besides, she was feeling incredibly comfortable in her current laying position.
Beverly had never been this close before for so long without fearing for her safety. Natural curiosity pushing her to study him up close while she could. Surely no one else in all of ITs existence had this kind of chance.
He felt as smooth as he looked with a pleasant softness to his skin. Hair completely lacking everywhere else aside from his head. The texture of his bare skin reminding her strangely of a marshmallow. Pressing down had her feeling the outline of layered muscle. The Very little give when pressing down not surprising to her. He could toss things around using barely any effort. She wanted to press down even harder to see if it was possible to move the tight muscle. Holding herself back from the temptation to avoid waking him.
Studying up the dark markings of his arms lead to his finger tips. Sharp pointed fingernails spreading off the ends. They weren't a matching black like his dark marked skin. They were a deep dark grey with a little translucence she saw with the help of the light shining through them. Spotting something strange at the base of the nails going into the skin.
lines, like a cut, split down the middle at the base of each finger nail. She examined the hand closest to her for a clearer look. The splits didn't look like an injury of any kind from what she could tell. Turning over slightly for a careful taking of the hand into hers. First doing a careful sweep over one of the lines. Testing for a reaction from him seeing also if the skin would split away. The two separated half's remaining tightly connected to each other.
She gave a light press on one of them next. Finding out that the lines would spread for the purpose of making extra space. The sharp nail pushed out into extending like a cat's claw. Sinking back when Beverly released the pressure she was using. Pressing again on multiple fingers to see the same thing occur. Nails extending into a slight curve for easy carving into whatever they would be used upon.
Letting go when all the nails started extending on their own. Growing from a short 8 centimeters to their full inch long length. Watching the clawed hand in waiting for it to do something. Thinking that maybe she overstepped some boundary with touching him like that, making him upset. The claws retracting at Beverly's sudden disinterest in the natural carvers.
IT honestly didn't mind her studying him, he even enjoyed the attention. She could look over him all day if she wished. Turning disappointed when she stopped after the display of claws he gave her. Opening his eyes at a growling sound not made by him.
Beverly sitting up to hold her hungry stomach. Glaring down as she tried shutting it up to avoid unwanted attention. Too late on that part with Pennywise sitting forward next to her.
"you still haven't eaten." he held out the brown paper bag from yesterday to her. She took a quick look at it then turned away.
"im not hungry." mumbling interrupted by another growl from her stomach. Angry that her own body was going against her.
"you have to eat." keeping the bag held out for her. She refused to accept the bag from him. Not being up to eating anything even with her stomach protesting loudly. The very thought of food knotting up her stomach painfully. "are you ill?" she heard him ask with a setting down of the bag.
"... sort of ..." speaking softly with a look down at the blankets.
"need to go out for air?" unknowingly his question made the knotting in her stomach worse. Wanting to go out, but what if Erik saw her? Suddenly leaving for a few days, meanwhile he thought she was cheating. That was not a good mix to face Erik with. If she had left earlier he may not have realized she went missing after the party. Sneaking back while he was still drunk or when he was puking his guts out in the bathroom all day after. Being gone for the next 3 days would require a major excuse.
"come." Pennywise gestured for her to follow him. Standing up at some point without her noticing. Taking a moment to stand with a close following behind him. Distracting herself by studying his back now exposed to her. Smooth skin covering tight muscle like his front. The black to dark purple marking color covering up and down his spine to fade at the base of his neck. The area being much more bony then the rest of him. The bumps of spine easily distinguishable from one another down the long column.
Out of the nest and down the tunnels she slowed the further they got. Stopping inside the drainage tunnel when they were about to reach the end. Hearing her stop had him stop to look back. Hiding a grimace after smelling the fear on her.
"what is wrong?" asking her despite knowing. Afraid of that rat male on the outside was why. With no answer from her he thought carefully on how best to ease her worries. "he's not nearby. I won't let him find you if he does come close." speaking softly toward her down the tunnel.
His words eased some worries, but not all. "I'll still have to see him eventually." she thought with a slow walk forward. Squinting at the bright morning light. Especially when she tried looking at the clown. His bright marble white skin seeming to glow from the sunlight shining across him. He could blend into the snow covering Derry.
"and I thought I was pale." chuckling at the personal thought.
"what?" asking why she laughed.
"nothing. … you can put your shirt back on." seeing him walk around shirtless being so weird for her.
"why? You enjoy the view." teasing her. Both knowing he was right about that, but like hell she would admit it.
"you wish." laughing with a turn away to hide her blushing face. Shivering at the cold frosted air that hinted snow would be falling soon. A warmth growing at her back with a pair of arms following it. Wrapping around her waist to pull her close up against him. Her back up against his hard body of heated muscle.
"i like the view of you too."
Beverly felt the blood rush to her face in a bright blush. Holding her breath on how she should react to that. Being held close against Pennywise while he was completely shirtless. She accepted the embrace without giving a reply to his flirtatious words. Thinking over what he was doing had the emotional high come crashing down. He was only saying things to get close.
"he doesn't really mean it. Like he said, he doesn't love me … only tolerates." she thought with a push of him away. A spark of anger turning into a burning fire at what he was trying to pull. Thinking a bunch of sweet words can get her to like him. Especially after all that he pulled, how dare he think that.
Pennywise was confused by her sudden shift of emotion. She was happy, but now she was furious over something. He reached out with barely a touch to her arm when she whipped around to snap at him.
"don't touch me!" glaring him down for a moment. "keep your hands to yourself and don't talk to me either!" furiously walking past to head back inside.
"she's angry with me?" wondering why as he watched her pass him. Not wanting to agitate her more, he reformed his upper clothing before heading in. Finding Beverly inside standing by the webbed walling. Her arms crossed with eyes locked forward toward the webbing. Waiting to be let in by the approaching clown.
"would you like me to get you something?" he offered, having no other idea how to calm her anger. Opening up the wall for her to walk through.
"leave me alone." was her only answer. Her voice soft from annoyance. Going to the far end of the den to lay down near the walls edging.
Seeing no way to calm Beverly's anger he went and laid down in his own space. Watching her from afar for any concerning changes. Daylight passing by to afternoon, drawing up a sound from Beverly. Her stomach growling heavily after ignoring food for almost 2 days now. She didn't want him speaking to her, but he had to feed her.
He gathered up the ignored bag of food to approach with. Sneaking over up to her side with a slow setting of it down. Pushing it toward her in a passive manner. Leaving it close by before quietly retreating back to his spot.
She looked toward the re-offered bag. Going back and forth on if she wanted to eat or not. Her stomach may have been growling, but it was still suffering nausea.
"Maybe eating will somehow settle it." thinking that it also depended on the food. She didn't think she could stomach anything too heavy. Pleased that inside the bag was a bottle of water, a plastic side container of fruit and a large sandwich stuffed with turkey. After the first bite of food the rest followed down soon after. "did not cure the nausea, but I won't be hungry for a while. nothing much to do but sleep. Have the time pass much quicker at least." she thought. taking a drink of water with a loud crumpling down of the brown bag.
Grabbing a handful of fabric she pulled some layers over for a blanket. Settling down to the view of the towering wall of items blocked mostly by webbing. Covering her head to block out the minuscule amount of light able to reach her. Hidden under the dark covers time felt like it was skipping. Beverly peeking out now and again after feeling the sense of waking after a short rest. Seeing the light shining in changing colors through the passing day. Taking little time to check before heading back under for more sleep.
For a moment the world went fuzzy. Turning suddenly clear at the touch of a hand moving up her leg. Startled, she flipped around under the covers coming face to face with the clown. She didn't get a word out when he kissed her back down into the blankets. Closing her eyes at the strangely nice surprise. Opening them again when he pulled away.
Heart jumping into her throat at seeing him fully unclothed. Turning her head to look away in not wanting to stare. Forced into turning back at feeling the collar of her shirt bit into. A tearing sound of stitching as he yanked back on the clothing.
" ah, stop, wait!" Ordering him to stop. Slipping off the fabric to preserve her clothing she didn't feel worried about undressing for him. Sitting up in removing her pants just as quickly when he went after those next. Crawling over her as he kissed her back down.
Fear catching up to her as something grabbed a hold of her legs. Something hard, overly smooth. and a little sharp. Glancing down had her catching a glimpse of multiple spider legs sprouting from his chest. Wrapping around her to pull her close against his body. Her attention pulled off the sight of them by a lick to the neck. Only for her attention to drop back down at the legs shredding away her underwear. Exposing her to the large black tendril that raised many alarms in the back of her mind.
The black writhing appendage was covered in what looked like sharp thorns. maybe even being teeth that curved back into the hook like shape. The more main part of the member covered in jagged scales.
"I-i wait i can't take that!" Beverly panicked under him.
"It'll hurt for just a moment." His words not at all comforting.
"Change it to something else!" Shouting her words in panic. Yet despite all her fear, her body still burned for the painful looking member. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad for it to press in. Maybe it was like those bristles on his tongue. They looked sharp, but were the exact opposite.
He didn't answer or even seem to respond to her words. Pressing himself forward in preparation to enter. All Beverly felt she could do was hug him close with eyes shut tightly in her own way of preparing.
"Pen …" Whimpering out the nickname she gave him in the hopes he would react. Water building up in her eyes at feeling the heat of him at her entrance. When he was to enter her eyes shot open.
Scrambling up under the covers heart beating out of her chest. Looking frantically around while catching her breath. Seeing the outline of the clown away from her spot. Beverly curled back under the blankets. Frustrated she woke up at the worst time, night
"Another fever dream." Thinking to herself in confirmation to what she went through. Although, could it be called a fever dream while not being sick?
" why do i keep having these dreams. … Clown is probably causing them …" she glared in thought toward his laying form. " … Who am i kidding? There mine whether i like them or not. Still is ridiculous to think of doing … With him … When i don't even know what he has. Might not even be compatible. … He did talk about doing it with others so - oh my god why am i thinking about this?! - need to drown out these thoughts!" Her mind fought with itself on what to feel. Her body trying it's best to remove the wanting ache left over from the dream.
On the other half of the nest, Pennywise had been taking careful attention to Beverly's changes. Her sweet scent having exploded in her sleep. Tainted by the mix of fear up to when she woke. Her scent changing currently into a confused cocktail of emotion. A burning want, fear, anxiety, anger, stress. The first being the one he was most focused on.
The last time he tended to it he aroused her greatly. With the environment not being as suitable as it was now. The moment seeming perfect for a second attempt. Completely alone, surrounded by soft bedding, dark lighting that humans commonly loved when mating together. Stretching out from his spot, crawling low amongst the piles of blankets, he slowly stalked toward her.
Valkyrie Summers
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