Terzo x Reader
Not R rated, but the conversation it dirty
Unedited rough from my long winded fanfic just hit 80k yey
Just two people falling in love who really wish they weren’t falling in love.
Tags: characters vibing, Mathew Lillard love, companionship
“Are you okay, Pittore?” The room was awash with nag champa body wash and tendrils of steam.
You turned over again to see him in black silk pyjamas, hair wet and combed back. His face was clean and impish. “Yeah, it’s just a lot,” you grimaced.
“Shower pressures…. Eh,” he thumbed, “if you still need mulling over.”
“I think I’ve stewed enough,” you drew yourself up in bed. Your body long to be held, you shoved the feeling down. “Now, what do two people do in hotel rooms on holiday?”
“Is this a trick question?” He arched a brow and came to sit on his bed. They were less than a metre apart.
“If you are not being painted, fucking someone, popeing about, bowling, writing music… what do you do, Terzo?”
“Popeing about?!” He frowned, “I know I must do something… but right now, I cannot think… I spend a lot of time with my ghouls, the church takes up most of my time. Sermons, giving guidance, funerals, marriage, mass, music, rituals, planning…” as he spoke he seemed to get more and more tired.
“Is it fulfilling, Terzo?” You asked quietly.
“I uh… I hope so, I give a lot of myself to it after all,” he laid on his side to watch you.
“It gives back though?”
He went silent in thought.
Perhaps you should not have prodded, “what do you do with your ghouls?”
“We drink, we talk, we listen to music, we watch horror films,” his voice was still distant.
“Do we watch something?” You guessed and thumbed over to the ancient television.
“I think I remember something about touching ourselves to Scream? Oh Mathew Lillard, take me right here right now~” he purred.
“Might be a bit jumpy for Scream, Scooby doo was also on the table,” you guessed.
“One or two?” He narrowed his eyes.
“I am surprised you’ve seen either, really,” you chuckled.
“Oh, you do not understand my love of scooby doo, you know my father was actually featured in an episode of scooby doo,” he said pridefully, “he’s an ass but it’s a kind of claim to fame.”
“Bullshit,” you scoffed.
“Is not, you got a laptop?”
You grabbed up your iPad in disbelief and shuffled up to squeeze yourself next to him on the single mattress.
“If I knew it was going to be like this, I would have got a third, bigger bed for activities,” he chuckled, squeezing himself close to the wall.
“Oop,” you almost fell off. “Try lengthways.”
He began laughing seemingly out of nowhere. And shuffled about until his back was toward the wall adjacent.
“What?” You join his contagious giggle.
“It’s like two awkward teenagers, rearranging, ‘try it lengthways, Terzo’,” he chuckled some more.
You shook your head and passed him a pillow before grabbing one for yourself, placing it behind your back. You were close enough to run shoulders. It was a closeness you needed.
“Uh passcode…” he politely looked away as you unlocked your iPad. “Oh cuuute,” He drawled. Your background was another photo of you and Marie, you were larping, it was old. Rhea kept the two of you apart for a long time, you were just glad she waited for you in the aftermath. “You said I was the elf, but it was you all along, you are the Legolas,”
“So it seems, my pointed ears are fake though,” you smirked.
“And that is Marie?” He pointed to the woman in full plate.
“Yes and I can see you drooling.”
“I do not know what you mean.” He opened YouTube and looked up a specific scooby episode featuring Papa Emeritus Nihil.
“Well I’ll be damned, he is a likeness,”
“Yes, he used to do the teeth over the lips,” he referred to the makeup. “I think the upper lip is uh, sexier, si?” He looked at you.
“Oh, you’re looking for my approval? hmm,” you looked at him then back to the cartoon chase scene. “You got a photo of him?”
“Uh… one better…” he went through YouTube again and looked up the whiskey-a-go-go 1969.
“And that’s your Dad?”
He huffed, “that’s my dad.”
He certainly paraded himself like he was related to Terzo. “Hmm, I like your simplistic one, I think… or perhaps I’m more used to it?”
“Very definite, thank you, Pittore.”
“I aim to please,” you smirked.
“I somehow doubt that.”
“You have assumptions do you?” You gave him a sly look, “go on, you know if we both assumed we would not enjoy each other, might be a bit of a cold shower.” You shrugged.
“I…. Don’t know in which world I wouldn’t enjoy you, Caro,” he wrinkled his nose.
“Hmm, you’ve got strangely long toenails.”
“And that turns you off me, huh? Who knew you were so vain,” he grinned away.
“They curl and cut into my shins, couldn’t have that,” your mouth pulled in disgust.
“You uh… overthink the morality of our sex, you want to top me because, patriarchy, but want to take it because you want duality. You weigh so much of the world on your shoulders, you would not be present. You’d only come when thinking of world peace.”
“Wow, I’ve been read. Yikes Terzo, the sting.” He only beamed at you. “Yeah, well, you can talk about being present. You’re going to be thinking of your mighty goat lord, eager to please him more than me. Hell, you’ll be imagining me with a big goat head and hooves. Hoof fetish.”
“Looks like we both have claws tonight, Caro Pittore, ouch, if I wasn't thinking of him before, I will now. Thank you.” he rubbed his silk clad chest, “and still you will be thinking of Sister Josie looming over us from the ceiling. You’re going to have your eyes closed the whole time!”
“You’re just going to be bad, you have the reputation. The thing about narrative is that we feel like we must live up to them. You’re going to treat sex like a kind of tried true checklist, literally counting thrusts,” you knocked his shoulder with yours as you both chuckled. “No soul, Terzo.”
“Counting trusts!” He parroted, laughing.
“Yes, yes, to ABBA, always with the ABBA Terzo, we had ABBA last night, are we having it five nights in a row?!”
“Gimme gimme gimme, just has a rhythm I like to thrust to,” he justified in whine.
“Oh no, you’ve ruined the song for me!” You sulked.
“Or have I made it better, Pittore? Huh?” When you only gave him a distressed look he took aim, “You know with all your overthinking, you might do better fucking my no-friends rat-boy brother.”
“No-friends rat-boy?!” You wheezed, “hey, no, I like Copia.”
“Si, but he is my brother so I am contractually obligated to be at least a little mean to him. The two of you would come with clothes still on talking about the nature of… obscurity and… authenticity?”
“Stop, the discourse, it’s almost too much for me to handle!” You laughed.
“I do not think this is helping, I think if anything, I want to fuck you even more.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right, who else could you come clean to about your hoof fetish?” You grimaced.
“Exactly, who else would love me for my heinous toes…? uh, make love to me…” he amended over himself.
You ignored the slip and looked down to where his feet were bare and perfectly normal looking, “yep, they are a crime against nature,” you nodded in lament.
“Enough, you’ll make me all flustered with all this toenail talk, if we delved into any kind of heated discourse, that would be it for you too. Safer if we just watch our movie, huh?”
“Yes, quite right,” you smiled.
“You uh, comfortable here or should we…?” he nodded over to the two armchairs but the tv.
You felt the warmth radiating from his arm, the scent of incense and leather, “I’m good here.. are you okay here?”
“Si, Tesoro,” he said softly and found the first scooby doo on Netflix. At some point his arm came around your middle. You were comfortable, worse, you were safe.
Thank you for reading! Here is where the full fic will eventually be~ there is a first chapter hanging out if you want to read that c: