𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 | billie eilish

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monday - april 5, 2021 - smut warning

𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧
𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟕, 𝟏𝟎:𝟑𝟎𝐩𝐦
𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬

"I wouldn't mind if we did things like that more often," Billie sighs, appearing entirely content and satisfied.

"Yeah, that was cute," I agree without hesitation and shut my door behind us once we entered my bedroom, which is illuminated with cyan and magenta colors.

Earlier today, Billie and I went for a walk around the neighborhood and in the end, we chose to settle on the archaic concrete of the deserted skatepark in my area.

We chattered about unimportant matters and cast our minds back to the afternoon our love-struck gazing at each other's face resulted in our lips merging diffidently for the very first time; a fleeting moment made to be reminisced about until time comes to a standstill.

Once a boisterous gust of bitter air disheveled our outward appearance, we determined to make our way back towards the place I call my home.

And since creative, productive thoughts don't seem to be on our side today, we settled on the idea of watching a movie in the living room.

As her head reposed on my chest during the time span of the film, her eyelids narrowed her full frame of vision occasionally, protectively falling shut over her eyes as a result of doziness washing over her.

Now, on the contrary, she gives the impression of being entirely aware of reality. That supposition of mine is soon proven to be correct with the help of the intelligible question 𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗲𝘁?.

"Nah, not at all anymore. Are you?" she acknowledges her diminishing sleepiness while she ensconces herself on my bed, eyeing me with seemingly high expectations of a more convoluted reply from my side.

"Nope," I sigh and grab a hair tie in order to put my hair in a low bun anterior to crawling onto my mattress as well, nearing her slouching figure steadily.

Eager for even more physical contact, I cozy up to her side and take a deep breath.

An unmistakable sign of a feeling of soundness, composure and contentment.

For a couple of minutes we relish the music I put on

until she begins scattering delicately soft kisses all over the marred skin on my face.

Until her hand glides down the side of my body.

Until she gets a gentle hold under my left thigh.

In response to that, a shudder creeps down my spine, leaving my body shivering for two seconds.

"You good?" she mutters as she curls a strand of my hair, which fell into my face, behind my ear.

I only nod, studying her countenance and noticing her eyes that are evidently ogling at my moisturized lips.

Clueless about further intentions, I solely let my eyes roam her facial features and my subtle smirk soon turns into a broadening smile.