wild at heart (billie dean howard x reader)

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a/n: i'm actually posting this one on here before tumblr just so i can gauge interest. title is from wild at heart by lana del rey and i'm working to make a playlist while i write that will go along with this!

You tugged at the hem of your dress as you caught a glimpse of a man staring at your legs, suddenly growing uncomfortable in the space you were standing in. Your parents had asked you to join them for lunch at the country club, something you hadn't done since you had lived with them. Not really having a choice, you agreed to meet and ended up sitting through one of the most boring lunches in your life. Your mother spoke about the newest book her club was reading while your father droned on and on about some son of one of his business partners he wanted to set you up with. Part of you knew this was his real intention behind the lunch; as far as they knew, you had been single for most of your adult life. You hadn't had any significant relationships, but the ones you did have were with women and your parents chose to ignore the fact that you had come out to them as a teenager, so there was no way you could try to tell them otherwise. After you had finished eating, your father had left to speak to some of his friends that had just finished a round of golf, leaving you standing with your mother while she spoke with a group of women she knew.

The uncomfortable feeling continued to grow, so you tapped on your mother's shoulder and explained that you were going to take a walk around the club to alleviate some of the pain from standing still. This was partially true, you were going to walk around the club, but it was because of your discomfort from standing in the middle of the restaurant. Once you stepped through the doors into the fresh air, you felt a wave of relief rush over you. You looked to your left, hearing the familiar sound of tennis balls bouncing between rackets. As you journeyed to the tennis courts, your mind began to wonder what scene you were going to be walking into. Part of you hoped it was young kids; you loved watching the joy on their faces as they played.

When you approached the occupied court, your eyes fell to a familiar blonde woman. You weren't sure how you knew her, but you swore you had seen her somewhere before. As you settled into the stands adjacent to the court, you furrowed your brows, racking your brain to figure out how you knew her. After a while, you settled on assuming you had just seen her in passing while at the country club multiple times; you hadn't stepped foot onto the grounds in quite some time so any memories of other members were fuzzy at the moment.

You watched as she danced across the court, never once missing the ball when it flew toward her. The woman was extremely attractive, you had noted; she was definitely a professional of some sort with the shape she was in. Her tanned arms and legs were muscular, as well as the parts of her back her tank top revealed. Your eyes fell to the skirt she was wearing, chewing on your lip as you watched the muscles in her thighs flex with each step. The woman's honey blonde hair had been tied back into a ponytail, held back by a simple white visor. You had hoped that the visor would help give you some indicator of an organization she was a part of, but its simplistic design was of no use.

The woman paid no attention to you, even though you were the only person watching her play against someone you assumed she knew based on their interactions. If she had even noticed you walked up, she had kept to herself and chose to focus on the game.

Before you knew it, the woman was tossing her racket into the air and catching it with a grin. She cheered and began to tease the other woman she was playing against, rushing over to the other side of the court as she did. You took this as your chance to exit without her noticing, not wanting to draw attention to the fact that you had been intently watching her the entire time. You couldn't help it, once you had laid eyes on her you were immediately captivated. The woman was beautiful, there was no denying it. You had always been attracted to women older than yourself, so you weren't surprised when you found yourself staring at her the entire time.