Would you Swallow all your Pride?

Chapter Twenty-Three: Burgundy.

A/N: I'm so sorry for taking so long to post this chapter. Life got in the way, but I'm back on track! I hope you guys will enjoy it, even though it is slightly shorter than usual (my apologies for that, as well).

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Brown eyes watched Billie; the way she so beautifully walked in those heels, the way her clothes were so delicate and yet matched her so well, the way her fingers worked the keys... I like to watch her. Wilhemina bit her inner cheek. Billie Dean waved at her one last time before disappearing into the gate, and after waving back, Venable turned the car back on. She took a deep breath. Being with Billie Dean felt organic... way too organic. She had reached for her hand with no hesitations, for Christ's sake. When in her life did she think that would happen? I'm proud of myself, the thought crossed her mind in a flash, and Venable nearly hit the breaks as she realized what she had thought. Her eyes grew misty. I'm proud of myself.

The ride home was peacefully. Venable kept the radio off so she could listen to her thoughts better, and also rest her head from the day. Floratta Blue lingered in the car for far too long, but Wilhemina didn't mind; it brought her comfort. When she got home, Venable was instantly greeted by Purpura at the door, as she always were. She sat down at the couch and the cat instantly jumped on her lap. "Oh, sweetheart." Wilhemina caressed Purpura's skin underneath her sweater. Purrs already filled the room, causing Venable to smile a little. "You're warm, that's good." The cat leaned closer to smell Venable's face. Her cheeks blushed. "That's Emma's lipstick, probably... don't judge me," she teased. Purpura stared at her for a second before rubbing her small head against Wilhemina's cheek, which caused the woman to chuckle. "Thank you, sweetheart. You're the best." The cat let out a small meow, and Venable kept on petting her. She bit her lip, thinking about how the day had gone, how she felt around Emma... around Billie Dean. "I... I felt proud of myself today, Purpura..." she began, low and hesitant. Huge, dark eyes stared at her. "I've been able to connect with people... make friends." Venable's words were so innocent, so teenage like. But they were genuine. Wilhemina had never been able to experience life in the way she was being able to experience it now. It was all new, different. "I really like Billie Dean... I feel safe around her." Purpura let out another meow. Venable chuckled again. "You, too?" The cat bumped her head against Wilhemina's cheek once more, and Venable kissed the top of it. "I think you'd like Emma, too..." The kisses they shared slipped into Wilhemina's mind. She bit her lip. I miss being touched. It was the second time she thought about it, today. Emma's kisses ignited something in her lower stomach; something she didn't feel often, nor really enjoyed to feel. She gulped and shook it off. "I should text Billie Dean I got home safely." She reached for her purse, which laid beside her on the couch, and grabbed her phone. Quickly, she let Billie know she was home.

In her house, the first thing Billie had done was get into the bathtub. Her body felt rigid from being behind a desk all day, and some warm water would definitely help her muscles release the tension. When her phone vibrated on the floor, Billie Dean was about to leave the bath. She reached for it, though, already expecting the notification to be a text from her agent; to her happiness, however, Wilhemina's name lit up. 'I'm home.' read the message. Billie instantly began to type an answer: 'Happy you made it safe.' she hit send, and then she began to type again, 'Thank you for the ride, truly. It was great having some time to chat.' Once she sent the last text, Billie Dean bit her lip and put her phone back down. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the tub again, enjoying the water which was now considerably less warm than before. Venable slipped into her mind, and the corners of Billie's lips turned up again. I can't wait for lunch with her tomorrow. Billie Dean wouldn't admit it, but she didn't think she'd want Jenny to join her on future work trips instead of Venable. Even though the ride home had been short, Billie had appreciated the time... she even dared to say it had been the best part of her day. Well, it was certainly better than nearly catching Emma and Wilhemina making out. "Ugh," Billie let out a groan at the memory. It was still printed on her brain, how Venable had looked like, how her lips had looked like while coated in a shade that was not hers. Billie Dean gulped. I want to coat them in my shade. She knew she shouldn't, but just for tonight Billie allowed herself to think about it; to think about her own lips against Venable's, to think about her lavender perfume over her own skin, to think about how smooth the fiery locks would feel between her fingers. Billie Dean licked her lips. Her lips must taste like the richest wine... her hair must smell like lavender, too... and her body must feel like velvet. Billie took a deep breath. I want to feel her. How was it fair, that Emma got to do all that? Billie Dean didn't want to focus on it. And so she didn't. And instead, she focused on how Venable must feel once again, and one of her hands that rested on the edge of the tub squeezed the porcelain. I want to see her smile in that way that causes her tongue to poke between her teeth. Billie Dean had noticed that was how Venable had smiled in the plane, when she seemed to be the happiest. Her mind wandered to how it would be to wake up next to Wilhemina every day... to see that gorgeous red hair of hers tangled just like Billie had seen that one morning at the hotel, her skin so fresh and voice still raspy. Her voice... Billie Dean did appreciate a lower voice, and Venable had a way of making her voice drop that was simply gorgeous. I want to listen to her whisper right into my ear. Images of Billie Dean resting her head on Wilhemina's chest made their way to Billie's imagination... her skin was soft under Billie Dean's palms, which caressed her waist underneath the purple sweater. And then they began to get lower. In Billie Dean's fantasy, Venable's breath hitched; Billie bit her lip, picturing Wilhemina's chest moving just a tiny bit faster. Stop it. But she couldn't. One of Billie's hands rested on one of her knees, underneath the water. In her fantasy, she asked Venable if she wanted her to stop, receiving a shake of her head. She smirked. The hand on Wilhemina's waist got lower... lower... lower until it slipped underneath her trousers and began to play with the lace underwear there. I bet she wears purple underwear... It was easy to picture it. Billie Dean squeezed her own knee as her imagination kept on getting more and more vivid; now, she cupped Wilhemina through the panties, and already, she received a small moan. I bet she sounds delicious. Slowly, her hand moved up her knee, and her free one reached to cup a breast. Billie Dean whimpered. In her mind, she leaned up and kissed Venable on the lips, slowly getting on top of her, and God did she taste good—just like those bottles of wine that costed thousands. "Fuck," Billie murmured as she rolled a nipple between her fingers, and the hand on her leg creeped to her inner thigh. She spread her legs. Her core felt hot. And her coral nails dug into her skin, feeling the muscles shifting there. Back inside her head, Billie smiled down at Venable as she slowly began rubbing her clitoris on top of the underwear, feeling her hips already chanting up and twisting around. Billie Dean whispered a praise, and then she leaned to kiss those wine lips again, tongues dancing together. Her tongue is like silk. "Mgh," a small whimper left Billie's lips, and the hand on her inner thigh slowly moved up so two of her fingers could carefully spread her own labia; there was a lot of wetness there, and not from the water. I should stop, her mind kept on yelling at her, but the images were stronger. Now, she pictured Wilhemina's hands moving underneath her own clothes, caressing her hips, pulling her closer and squeezing her buttcheeks, soon tangling a hand in her hair and deepening their kiss even more. Was Venable possessive? Was she rough in bed? Billie Dean didn't know, but she could try and imagine it. Slowly, the pad of her pointer finger rested on her own clitoris; it pulsated against it. "Oh," she moaned. Her other hand kept on cupping her breasts, alternating between the two of them from time to time. In her mind, she finally slipped her fingers inside Venable's underwear, and instantly she found her clitoris. Wilhemina moaned inside her mouth, causing Billie Dean to pull away and smile down at her. I bet she looks breathtaking like that... Her finger sped up at her own clitoris, and in her fantasy, it followed the same rhythm at Venable. Billie Dean could picture Wilhemina underneath herself just perfectly, with her hair all sprawled out on the pillows, mouth open agape and soft whimpers escaping her lips. "Inside, please," Venable asked in Billie Dean's mind, and who was she to deny such a thing? Billie Dean slipped a finger inside herself, and her back arched slightly. She could pretend it was Wilhemina, and so she began to pump her digit slowly. In her mind, Wilhemina struggled not to close her eyes, and Billie Dean whispered another praise; she told her she was beautiful—perhaps the most beautiful woman she had ever seen—and that she had no idea of how absolutely gorgeous she looked like that. Venable's cheeks tinted just like Billie Dean had seen them do before, and Billie's insides squeezed around her finger. "Oh—mgh." She was getting close. And so, imaginary Venable did, too. In her fantasy, Billie Dean kissed her again and again, tasting the wine nonstop, wanting more. Her lips worked gently as she thought Wilhemina deserved, with care and something awful similar to love. Billie allowed a second finger to join the first one, and the hand on her own breasts squeezed them harsher. She was close. Closer. And so the images in her head intensified, and Billie could almost feel Venable's breath against her skin, listen to her quick breaths and feel her hand caressing her body. I want it so badly. Billie Dean focused on that, and within a few seconds, her back arched sharply and her thighs began to shake. "Oh—ngh!...ngh, mgh..." Her insides squeezed her digits, and slowly her body began to calm down. Her lip got caught between pearl teeth, and the hand on her breasts moved to squeeze the porcelain once again. Billie Dean took deep breaths, and slowly the Wilhemina in her mind slipped away. She sighed, chest moving rapidly. As the adrenaline came down, Billie could feel her nails bothering her a little. Would they have bothered Venable? This is never happening, anyways. Billie Dean sighed and carefully pulled her fingers away, moving to sit up a little better. She covered her face with her palms, and then she took another deep breath. "I'm pathetic," she murmured.