I do not own American Horror Story: Freak Show.
But I really love these characters. As if you couldn't tell.
Jimmy, Not Moses
Convincing
All he wanted to do was kiss her, them.
And feel the warmth and love and need and washings of emotions that flowed through him when he did so.
He couldn't do more.
He wanted to, his body wanted to.
But he couldn't.
Not with no hands.
Not as less than a man.
Standing in the darkened living room, ready to depart to their own separate sleeping quarters, they had been saying goodnight.
Just a little.
That had been some time ago.
Because they had gotten a little, well, distracted.
And involved.
And heated.
So when Bette's hand started stealthily creeping from his chest downward, he gently covered it with his own wooden one. Halting its course.
She let him, gliding her hand back up tangle her fingers in his hair.
As Dot sent to tingles and chills all along the sensitive flesh of his neck.
And her hand followed the same path her sister's had a few minutes before.
Jimmy stopped her too and broke contact, moving back a little.
Trying to slow his racing body, his throbbing loins.
And calm his mind.
Dot's eyes, dark and heavy with desire, searched his for understanding.
"It's okay, Jimmy. I want to."
Bette added her encouragement.
"Yes, Jimmy. We want to. We're ready. It's okay. It's good."
He shook his head in shame.
"I want to, believe me. I just don't think I can."
He moved back further, putting a little needed distance between their bodies. One glance at the front of his pants credited his statement as true.
He did want to.
Badly.
But his face was drawn and grim.
"I'm . . . I'm not the man I was."
The girls, those wonderful girls, reached out to him.
Dot cradling his face with her hand, Bette gentling stroking a forearm, thumb caressing the flesh of his inner elbow.
"You don't have to be, Jimmy. Just be the man you are now."
He allowed them to draw him nearer for a moment. Took the opportunity to kiss them each once more.
Chastely.
Then turned away.
"I . . . just don't know how."
And that was that.
Bette and Dot stood in their room, the golden silk robe tied loosely about them. And even less on underneath than there had been the first time they had contemplated this very action.
He doesn't think he's a full man anymore.
And he's more of a man now than he was then.
But he can't see it.
I guess we'll just have to convince him then.
They blushed even as the thought of what they were about to do sent shivers throughout their conjoined body.
They had taken this chance before. And been turned away. And it had hurt Dot, and by default, Bette too.
So much.
But maybe this time it would end differently.
Because they all loved each other.
Had been working on a healthy, supportive relationship between the three of them for weeks now.
Bette and Dot, communicating with each other openly, making sure each other was feeling cared for and loved.
And Jimmy, Jimmy, so careful and considerate with their feelings.
Seeming almost scared at times.
But adamant in his desire to treat them both as individuals, as respected ladies.
And realizing along the way that he really did love them both for their each individual traits and personalities.
The girls, growing more and more sure of each other's support and their love for him.
So maybe it would work this time, taking this next step.
For all those reasons.
And because this time he truly wanted to.
He just needed a little help, a little convincing, that he was the man they wanted, needed.
Desired.
Go on, sister. Open that door.
Dot bit her lip.
And did.
Jimmy's room was dark, lit only by the dim light of a streetlight coming in through the window above his bed.
His wooden hands lay side by side on the dresser.
The sleeping man lay curled on his right side, breathing evenly, deeply
When they reached the side of his bed, Dot reached out and touched his arm lightly.
Jimmy stirred and looked up at them.
'Hey, what . . . is something . . . is everything okay?"
They sat themselves on the edge of his bed as he scooted back to allow them room.
"No, everything is not okay," Dot responded gently.
"You don't believe in yourself. You don't believe you can love us like a man," Bette continued.
Jimmy's sleepy dark eyes awoke fully then.
And veiled the truth as best they could.
"And we want to show you you're wrong," Dot concluded. "If you'll let us."
Then she raised his left wrist. Gently kissed the top, avoiding the scarred area itself, knowing sometimes it was deadened to sensation and other times it was oversensitive to direct touch.
"Your stumps and scars don't bother us, Jimmy. They only bother you. We love them because they're a part of you."
His eyes followed her kiss, his heart swelling.
"I don't . . . I don't want to . . ." he forced out his bitter words. ". . . disappoint you."
They stood once more and he gazed up at them.
Knowing what they wanted.
Wanting it himself, so much.
And hesitant to believe he could really be enough.
But wanting to be.
Bette smiled as she slipped the knot from their silken robe, letting it fall to the bedside.
"The only way you will disappoint us is if you don't let us love you the way you deserve to be loved, Jimmy, darling."
And so he let them slip unadorned into his bed and covered them with his sheet.
Their lips each found his in turn as their hands wandered, discovering all the secret delights hidden beneath the sheets and clothing.
He pulled them closer with his forearm, everything in him tensed and relaxed at the same time.
After awhile of this pleasurable, passionately heated interlude, Dot, smiling, pushing him gently onto his back as Bette carefully threw a leg over him.
He gazed up at them, these odd, beautiful women he knew that he loved.
And felt the intense pleasure their body gave him, that he'd been yearning for. And tried to give them the same.
And they found that everyone involved was quite pleased and satisfied.
And not disappointed at all.
Big step here. But hey, you knew it was going to happen. The question is, what do you think?
Thanks to brigid1318, Emma, DinahRay, autumn2010, and Jurana Keri for coming back for more.