Convince Me
by MissMarionette
This is another fun little exploration of writing a dialogue-only story, this time a bit more conventionally. I hope you like it! Standalone, not part of a continuing universe and not from the same universe as Nirvana, characters likely will not be used again (but if they are, I'll mention it when it happens).
“We have a lot of conversations babe, I’m gonna need some help on this one.”
“...Oh THAT one. You were, uh, you were thinking about it?”
“Know what?”
“Beth, I honestly have no clue.”
“Ohhhh. Heh. Well, I figured that much out babe.”
“Nobody blushes THAT hard at the idea of a little attention from one’s own team if they’re familiar with the concept.”
“Like a traffic light. You’re doing it right now, actually. It’s very endearing.”
“Could cook an egg on those cheeks!”
“Sorry babe...”
“You’re asking the wrong lady that question, but I don’t think it’s wrong to think those thoughts. Well, obviously I don’t. But, it’s not wrong to be interested. If you are, that is.”
“We’re back to me not knowing what the fuck’s going on, Beth.”
“Ouch. No, I understand. I’ve been there before, definitely.”
“Oh...? Any, uh. Any thoughts?”
“Look, Beth, I don’t want to mess anything up here. If you’re not completely comfortable, I don’t really want to push anything and-”
“Oh fuck, I knew I’d said something stupid. You looked at me funny for a WEEK after that night and nobody else even remembered anything. Fuck, I didn’t remember anything. I uh, I kinda always assumed I’d hit on you, to be honest. You’re saying I didn’t?! Wild.”
“...Ohhh fuck.”
“You’re... fine with it? What the fuck did I even talk about?! Bethany, please, put me out of my misery. What did Drunk-Katty say in front of God and everybody?”
“Yasha.”
“Bethany, I am begging you, did I tell you about the Halloween thing?”
“We are not talking about the Halloween thing. What else did I say?”
“Oh...”
“Oh, Bethy...”
“I haven’t done that in a long time, Bethy”
“You’re hyperventilating, love, slow breaths.”
“...You think I’m pretty?”
...
“Katty, I want you to convince me to fuck you.”
“Are you sure that’s comfortable for you, Beth?”
“Beth, I love you, but given the circumstances? Absolutely nothing is TMI, girl.”
“At a time like this, you are going to say ‘gosh?’”
“This could take an hour or two. I’ve gone up to three with people who were real naturals.”
“Very funny. You’re definitely comfy like that?”
“If you want to stop, we can-”
“Right.”
“Well, and this is just me, but I definitely want you to not be having sex if you don’t want it.”
“You make the cutest little squeaks.”
“Mmh, that’s a fun little expression you have on those words, Beth. Your lips part just a bit and your nose flares, like you’ve found something you like. That you really like.”
“And it sounds like you DO like this idea.”
“You do.”
“You do.”
“You like it quite a bit, don’t you, Beth?”
“You’re thinking about liking that idea, aren’t you, Beth?”
“The idea of your friend convincing you to fuck her.”
“You like the idea of your friend convincing you to fuck her. Don’t you, Beth?”
“I’m your best friend, right, Beth?”
“You like that idea, Beth?”
“You like that idea of your best friend convincing you to fuck her?”
“You like the idea of me convincing you to fuck me?”
“You like the idea of me convincing you to fuck me?”
“Oh sweet girl... You’ve always looked so lovely when you’re speaking so honestly.”
“Yes, sweet girl. You’ve always looked so lovely.”
“Take my hand, Beth. I’m going to sit beside you, and I’m going to hold your hand. Yes, just like that, hold my hand in yours. Feel my fingers in your fingers. Feel my skin against your skin. How does that feel, sweet girl?”
“And your hand makes me feel so safe, sweet girl. You’re holding it so tenderly, so light and easy to stay beside. It feels so safe like this.”
“You look so lovely and safe right now. Sweet girl. You look so lovely when you answer honestly in this space.”
“You look so lovely right now. So open and honest and safe.”
“But you still look a little tense, sweet girl. Like you’re waiting for something.”
“Shhhhh. Sweet one, it’s alright, it’s alright sweet girl, I’m here. I can feel all those little strings inside you pulling taut like music wire, waiting for something.”
“Hush, sweet girl.”
“That’s my sweet girl. Good girl.”
“I can feel the tension inside you, as you hold my hand in yours. I can feel your stress, your anxiety. I can feel it bunching up inside, tight little strings, tightening your grip.”
“Poor sweet girl, I can understand. It was so good of you to open up about your needs. To come to me, talk to me. It was so good of you to speak honestly in this space. I’m so proud of you, Bets, you’ve done so well.”
“And that’s why we’re going to loosen all those tight, tight, tight knots inside this hand of yours, and show you how to loosen all the other tight, tight, tight knots you’ve got inside you.”
“Does that sound good, my sweet girl?”
“Thank you, sweet girl. You look so lovely right now, sweet girl, my lovely open honest girl who’s going to open those fingers you’ve closed around mine. That’s right, loosening grip and unwinding strings and letting those be here in my hand. With me. With my touch and my fingers.”
“Good girl, Beth.”
“You remember how it felt, don’t you sweet girl, how it felt when you arrived here and went through the door. There was a feeling of moving into this place, this place of peace, this place where things are always easy and people are always good. It felt so familiar, so absolutely fundamental, that you didn’t even think about it-”
“-until you were already inside it and embraced by it and I was holding you so close that you could simply let yourself crumple against me like you’re crumpling against me now.”
“-loved here, in this place that’s your place, your place here where you feel...”
“Feel that your place is against me. With me. Where we’ve always been.”
“We’ve always been here, in this place, your head against me. While we played with games and read our books. While we planned our lives and the people we’d kiss. Your head against me while you felt you belonged in this place. This place that is yours.”
“With me here.”
“This place with me in your heart.”
“This place with my hand on your heart.”
“This place with my hand rubbing so sweet across your chest.”“That’s it. This place. Sweet girl...”
“This place where you feel that love.”
“That love that’s against your heart, and against your breasts, and in those good loving warm loved sweet nipples that-”
“Fall INTO ME, sweet girl.”
“Fall.”
“Glad you enjoyed it, Bets.”
“Well. It looks just lovely on you, sweet girl.”
“How did you sound, sweet girl?”
“No, love, you do not.”
“Well, it’s quite simple.”“You’re my sweet girl.”
“It was you, sweet girl. All you. All natural, preservative-free, Bethany.”
“Of course you do, sweet girl. You say lots of things you mean when you’re my sweet girl.”
“Here, I got you.”
“Juice is good, you’ve, uh... lost some fluids. Sugars and things.”
“...”
“Of course, sweet girl. Anything for you.”
“Don’t worry about that, I haven’t even seen you in your highly-mentionables yet.”
“Of course I am, sweet girl.”“That’s why I dosed you just now.”
“Got a little something. Nothing you haven’t had before.”
“You said you wanted me to convince you.”
“What do you want, sweet girl?”
“Fall into me, sweet girl.”
“Deep breath.”
“And out.”
“Lick.”“Mmm...”“Deep breath.”
“What about.”
“Then I don’t want to talk.”
“...”“...okay. Because it’s... you.”
“This was a mistake, I don’t- Look this is my fault, I, I know, please let me... I don’t know. Fix, something.”
“...What?”
“...”
“You told me you... loved me. Then said you didn’t. Which... of course you didn’t, I went so, so too far, I’m such a fucking pervert, it’s-”
“...Bethany Claire Bennett, you have never lied a day in your life.”
"..."
“Not do what??”
“Th-this is a re-reaction to the session, I w-went too far and just projected all those feelings onto you and oh god I drugged you, I drugged my best friend, but we can make it all...”
“We can help you feel, more, yourself, and then you don’t h-have to see m-me because I did some t-t-terrible stuff to your head...”
“You didn’t even get to say no, I didn’t even think, I just-”
“Beth, I hurt you, I can’t even look at myself anymo-”
“Beth-any...?”
“I-”“I love you, too... my sweet girl.”
I made so many autistic excitement noises and hand flaps reading this. It’s so cute. It needs a continuation. ❤️