a Little Blurry | Billie Eilish

¹⁵ ı'm yours

jordan pov

i wake up to the sound of faint voices in the othe room. sounds like we have guests or whatever.

"perfect, yes. thank you." i hear billie say, a door closing just a few moments later.

her footsteps come closer, making me open my eyes widely, focusing on the entrance to our bedroom.

"good morning, baby." she smiles, approaching me in a slick, black outfit.

"hey." i greet, stretching my hand out to her.

she takes it and sits beside me, stroking my cheek softly, causing my heart to errupt into butterflies.

"who was that?" i ask, rolling on my back.

"some people from this moving company. they took the couch and some other things." she whispers, leaning down to my neck, kissing it.

"why so early?" i ask, pushing her back.

"j!" she whines, playfully letting her head fall.

"answer." i tease.

"cause i wanna move as soon as possible, baby, i thought we talked about this."

"yeah but i didn't think you'd really start today."

"why not. don't you wanna see the our house again?" she asks, whispering the last part, kissing my neck again.

"you know i do."

"also... i have something for you." she smiles, grinning widely.

"please no breakfast." i joke, groaning to play with her.

"don't say that." she whispers, now being serious.
"besides that, i'd never take you anywhere with an empty tummy." billie winks, suddenly throwing me over her shoulder and carrying me into the living room.

empty living room, might i add.

she sits me down on the counter, standing between my legs. her blue eyes piercing into my own.

"what can i make for you?"

"anything." i smile, eyes flickering down to her pink lips.

"let me see..." she says, turning around, only to turn back a second later, kissing the side of my mouth.
"mwah!"

"you dummy." i shake my head, grabbing her head with both of my hands, pulling her in again.

soon, our little morning-smooches start becoming more and more affectionate, more deep. heated even.

"food." billie breathes, stepping out of my hold, causing me to whine.

"i want you though." i admit, gripping the edge of the counter hard.

"you want food."

"no, you."

"stop playin', now." billie laughs, giving me a look.

"okay fine, you're missing out." i say, shrugging and shoeing her away from me.

"you gotta eat, baby. you're gonna thank me later."