Edge of History (Billie Pierce x Orignal fem character)

Part 12

It is late evening, and the team is resting from a long day of unsuccessful search. We decided not to go to the jail today. First thing tomorrow, Billie will go confront her brother's killer. I'm worried about her. I know she and her brother were very close, and losing him sent her into a spiral.
Kacey ordered food for dinner. She got everyone cheeseburgers and fries. We ate enclosed in a silent tension. In between bites, I steal glances at Billie. She looks at me with a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. I can tell she is trying to hide her stress from the group. I want to try to talk to her tonight, just to check in. She might want an outlet, and I'm going to be there. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Kacey also looking at Billie. Unlike Billie, Kacey is not as skilled at hiding her concerns. Her leg bounces under the table anxiously, and her forehead is creased. A few minutes pass, and the silence is just as strong as before. The sound of the food wrappers begins to fill the air as people finish eating and throw away their trash. I lean closer to Billie and ask, "Are you ready to go to the hotel?" She lets out a sigh and nods her head. "Alright, everyone, let's call it a night." She says to the room. I hold out my hand, and she takes it. I lead us out of the jet to the awaiting car. Once we're both in the car, I wrap my arm around her torso. My other hand strokes hers. "Tell me how you feel." I say in a low voice. Billie waits a few seconds, drawing in a deep breath. "Honestly, I don't know. I think I feel scared and angry. This is the man who killed my brother, but I need to go see him if I want to find the treasure." I squeeze her side, pulling her into me. "I'm here in any way you need." My hand lets go of her hand and goes to play with her hair. I brush a few strands behind her ear. My finger grazes her jaw, and I give her a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, Rita. I appreciate it."
When we arrive at the hotel, I go to the counter to get the key cards. Our bags have already been brought in. The room is on the first floor with access to a small private pool and hot tub. I again take the lead, holding Billie's hand. Opening the door and turning on the lights, I am blown away by the magnificence. We are greeted by a comfortable living room. There are two  couches, and a TV. Most of the walls are white, but on the wall opposite the door is a mural. The mural is of trees in a rainforest. There are monkeys in the trees, and a few sunbeams poke through the leaves. Against the wall with the door is a bar cart. Double doors lead into the bedroom. I go and sit on one of the couches, pulling Billie with me. I sit, and she lays on the couch, placing her head in my lap. My hand rubs her back, comforting. "I'm sorry you have to go through this." I say. "I wish I could go in your place." Billie turns her head to look up at me, "Oh darling, I could never ask you to do that. I don't want him knowing about another person I care about." She puts her head back down. I pause, taking in her words. I hadn't considered the potential threat a man in prison could hold over us. "Could he really hurt me from inside prison?" I ask. Billie shakes ever so slightly. "Billie?" I say, growing concerned. I hear her sniffle. "Billie! Are you okay?" Billie shakes harder on my lap. "I'm so sorry. I should have never gotten you involved." Her voice is trembling. I've never seen Billie cry before. She is so good at masking her true feelings, frighteningly good. Her display of her real sadness creates mixed feelings in me. One, I'm happy that she is comfortable enough to be vulnerable in front of me. And two, I'm afraid. If she is full-on crying about this, I'm in considerable danger. "Shh, Billie, it's okay. I will be okay." I say, rubbing her back. I have no idea if there is any way of guaranteeing that I'll be okay. But I do know that to have a chance at being okay and safe, I need Billie to be okay. Billie sits up, and I wrap my arms around her. There is a wet spot on my lap from her tears. We rock back and forth as we embrace. Billie pulls away, putting her hands on my cheeks. "I won't let Salazar find out about you. You will be safe and we will find this treasure." She says, calming down a bit. "We will get through this." I declare. She kisses my lips delicately. Her lips are soft, her cheeks wet from the tears. She is treating me with gentleness, like she needs to protect me. When we pull apart, I yawn. "Are you tired, my darling?" She asks. "Yes, can we go to bed now? Only if you're done talking I want you to know you can always talk to me." I say, nodding my head. Tears build in her eyes, "Let's get you to bed." She helps me up and leads me through the double doors. The bedroom is bigger than the couch area. In the center of the room is the king-sized bed with white sheets and a big fluffy comforter. The walls are a yellowish gold color. On the left side of the room is the bathroom. A jacuzzi connects the bathroom to the bedroom. The bathroom also has a shower with two heads. Our lougage waits for us on a bench at the foot of the bed. I get out my pajamas and bathroom bag. Billie does the same, and we step into the bathroom to brush our teeth. A few minutes later, Billie and I are getting comfortable under the covers. We turned the lights off except for the lamp next to the bed. I lay in Billie's arms, my head resting on her chest. Her head leans on the top of mine. "Thank you for coming." Billie says. "Of course, I wouldn't miss it." We lay together enjoying our time. With our conflicting schedules, we haven't been able to just cuddle. We slowly drift off to sleep, comforted by each others slowing breath.
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I awake with a start. There is loud knocking at the door. "Just a minute!" Billie calls from the bathroom. She walks out wrapped in a towel. Billie answers the door for room service. The attendant rolls in a cart covered in trays. "Thank you so much." Billie says, tipping the woman. The woman nods and leaves the room, closing the door behind her. "Sorry if that woke you up, darling. I wanted to order breakfast for when you woke up." Billie apologizes. "It's okay." I say, looking at my phone. I see the time is 8:00am. "What time do we have to leave?" I ask. "Visiting hours start at 11:00." Billie replies. 'Oh yeah.' I think, remembering last night and our plan to have Billie visit Salazar in prison. "What did you order?" I ask to change the subject. "I got almost everything on the breakfast menu." Billie says, adjusting her towel and sitting on the bed. "Huevos y chorizo, beans, tortillas, salsa, jamón con queso, pineapple, watermelon, and orange juice." Billie lists off as she takes the lids off of the plates. "I also ordered coffee, but that is coming in a few minutes. They said there was a problem with the machine, but it was almost fixed." She adds. "It looks amazing." I say, smelling the chorizo and sweet fruit. I take no time to start putting the egg and meat mixture on a fresh corn tortilla with some beans and salsa. Billie eats a few pieces of fruit with her fork. "Mhmm, Billie, this was a great way to wake up." I say in between bites. When Billie looks up from her plate, she laughs as I shove food in my mouth. "What's so funny?" I ask. "You darling, you're adorable when you're eating something you like." I smile with my lips, my cheeks full of food. When I swallow, I take the time to taste the orange juice. It has the right balance between sweet and tang. "I know something else I'd like to eat." I say, wiggling my eyebrows. "Is that so?" Billie replies with her seductive smirk. "You'll have to wait until after breakfast. We have some time to kill before we leave." I let out a whine, but continue eating my food. After breakfast, we brush our teeth together. "Do you want to go out by the pool?" Billie asks as she puts her toothbrush away. "Sure, I'll go put on my swimsuit." I say as I step out of the bathroom. "Don't bother darling, it's a private pool no one can see us." I turn to look at her. I find that she's already undressing, leaving a trail of clothes behind her. "Come on, darling, we don't have all day." I stand watching her for a second. "What the hell." I say to myself. My clothes drop to the floor, adding to the pile Billie left.
Though it's only 8:45am, the sun is already bright and the air is warm. A slight breeze hits me while I stand in a shadow. I shiver and step out into the warm rays. Billie is stretched out on a lounge chair between the pool and a little bar. "Come join me." She calls out, indicating to the chair next to hers. I take long strides towards her. Instead of sitting in the chair next to hers, I sit at her feet. "Isn't it a beautiful day?" Billie says with a relaxing sigh. "It is." I agree, moving up to lay my head on her bare chest. She closes her eyes, basking in the sunshine. Our skin warms and darkens slowly. It has been a while since the sun has kissed parts of my body. At my last apartment, I had a private balcony where I liked to tan naked. Now I have no place secluded enough to go. I let my fingers play with the soft skin on her belly. She is soft and silky all over. It is intoxicating. I kiss her cheek, causing her to turn and kiss my lips. I immediately push into the kiss. After the emotions and fear of last night, I'm ready to forget and savor her body. Our lips mesh, and our tongues are drawn together. Billie moans when my hand goes from her stomach to her breasts. I give each a squeeze before giving her peaking nipples attention. The once comfortable warmth from the sun is getting more intense. Soon, we are both sweating, but we don't dare move. We have missed each other's touch. As we make out, I can taste her lingering toothpaste. Something about that mint taste makes me want to kiss her forever. Just to stay here, but I separate my lips from hers. I hoist my body up to get on top of her. As I shift, I feel the sweat on the side of my body that was against the lounge. My face buries itself in her neck. I inhale deeply, smelling her wonderful natural scent. She hasn't had the chance to put on perfume yet. Without it, she smells of linen and sweet lemon. How can a person even smell like that naturally? It is her infatuating scent that pulls me in deeper. My lips seem to have a mind of their own as they travel all over. They move along her neck and jawline to her face. They dance along her cheeks and forehead, lingering again on her lips. I kiss the tip of her nose and chin. They move to her chest, giving her nipples the attention they deserve. And oh, how they deserve attention. The little bumps of perfect skin harden even more at my touch. She gasps and moans at the action of my lips. Her hands brushed against my cheeks and into my hair. Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me, but I think she tastes sweet. Her skin has a slight sweetness to it. As long as I'm kissing her everywhere, I might as well continue down her body. My lips once again travel at their own accord. I kiss up to her shoulders and down her arms, planting a kiss on each of her palms. My lips kiss down her sides and over that soft silky skin on her belly. They go to her hips and along her legs. I kiss the tops of her feet like I did a few weeks ago. Then, I spend time on the delicate skin of her inner thighs. Switching off between the left and right. I can smell her arousal. This is by far the most attention-grabbing smell she can offer. Of course, the smell of linen and lemons satisfy me, but this, this quenches any need I could possibly have. I draw closer and closer to her pussy. It is glistening in the sunlight. By now, Billie is overwhelmed by sensation and need, and so am I. I lick my lips both in preparation and because all of the kissing has dried them out. During my lips excursion of her body, Billie's legs have been slowly separating. When I had finally gotten to her legs, she almost had to bend her knees. Now, as my lips inch closer and closer, I still give kisses to her thighs. Her legs are bent and pulled to her sides. She is open and awaiting me. I begin by licking the fluids off of her soft tissue. I was right. She does taste sweet. My tongue grazes her clit and she sucks in a breath. I am bent over the edge of the lounge, my knees grinding into the pavement. There is a slight sting, but I don't care. I would sit for hours like this if I could just to be able to taste her, give her never-ending pleasure. "Wait." I hear her say. "For your knees." She says, handing me a pillow from the lounge next to ours. "Thank you, my love." I say, lifting my legs to place the pillow on the ground. "Now, where was I?" I say, setting back in. "Oh yes. I was about to make you see stars." I lay my stomach down on the lounge and prop myself up by my elbows. "You're very confident this morning. I like it, and I can't wait to confuse morning and night." My fingers seek to soak in the fluid of her arousal. My index finger draws a line up and down her pussy. Her legs go wider. I lower my head down so that my lips can plant a soft kiss to her clit. She shivers despite the warm sun, and goosebumps develop on her arms. My tongue replaces my finger and continues the line up from her hole to her clit and down again. I go slow over the skin, taking in her sweet taste and her continual creation of liquid. Billie's hands are hooked around her thighs to keep them apart. After a few passes along her pussy, my tongue is dripping with her juices and my saliva. Her breathing has slowed and become staggered. Billie's eyes are intent on watching every one of my movements. She follows every flick of the tongue, any twitch of my fingers. She sees some of my hair fall to the sides of my face. Before I continue I put my hair up in a bun. I'm sure it doesn't look the best, but the point is to get my hair out of the way. I finally latch my lips to the skin around her clit. I suck and move my tongue in circles. Allowing my tongue the slip over the top and around. I close my eyes to focus on her taste, but open them again to look her in the eye. Our gazes lock together. Mine show a fiery determination to bring her overwhelming pleasure. Hers is fascination. She has been watching everything I do. As my lips roamed evey single part of her body she just sat and watched me. Billie seems curious and excited. The hand I used on her pussy reaches up to cup her cheek. Then it goes to her mouth, pushing past her lips. Her tongue tastes her own enticing sweetness. It swirls around the middle three fingers, wetting them. I slowly drag them out and lower them. My middle finger teases her entrance, creating circles. I let it get sucked in. The finger curls inside of her, reaching and feeling. Her walls ripple at each prod. My mouth still attached to her clit, spends more time on it directly. My tongue pushes into it, moving back and forth. The index finger soon joins in with the middle finger. It too getting sucked in by her desire. They find a natural rhythm, at a medium pace. Billie, now getting filled and sucked, is beginning to squirm. She has found a way to gently rock her hips in time. Her hands are still locked around her thighs. Slight indentations form on the skin by her fingers. "You're very good at this." She says, her eyes trained on my fingers. With that I add my ring finger. If she can still talk, my job isn't complete. My tongue picks up the pace, increasing the pressure. The three fingers inside her go in and out. They curl to find her g-spot. "Rita!" She moans. If she can speak I want it to be my name. I finally speed up the thrusts of my fingers. Her knees quiver and her legs threaten to break free of her grasp. The rocking of her hips grows more erratic. The lounge shakes under us, the metal legs scrapping against the concrete. A gentle breeze blows through, cooling our skin. Billie lets out a sound with each thrust inside of her. I feel her walls clench and contort. She is on the cusp of finishing. Since we began this is the first time she has closed her eyes. They are squeezed shut and her back arches. "Look at me, Billie." I say. She opens her eyes, they have tears in them. "Are you ready?" I ask. She nods, biting her lip. I love this woman and the way her face looks when she's about to cum. My tongue moves at a speed it has never gone before. It runs over her clit with such an intensity. Billie's legs shake harder, and her feet lift into the air. "Ahh," she half squeals half moans. Finally the flood gates open and she releases. My fingers are coated by her cum. I smear it all over her pussy, marking her as mine. The excess is wiped off on her chest and stomach. Billie's head rests against the lounge, eyes relaxed, the lids halfway down. Her lips are parted, and her breathing shallow. I, too, work to catch my breath but still give her a kiss. Our lips gently touch, her hands going to my face and neck. She takes hold of my waist and pulls me up. Her hands catch by my knees, and she bends them towards her. I straddle her, and we continue our kiss. We move our lips lazily, still out of breath. "I love you." She whispers against my lips. "I love you too." Our foreheads pressed against each other. The sun seems to have intensified, and I am starting to sweat profusely. "Do you wanna go for a swim?" I ask, brushing some hair behind her ear. "Yes, my God, it is sweltering out here." She replies. I slide off of her and make my way across the hot pavement. Billie gets up and walks over to the stairs. As she walks down the steps into the pool, I watch her face. Her eyes seem to get reinvigorated as the cool water surrounds her. Soon, the water is up to her waist, beginning to wash away the cum on her torso. "Are you going to get in?" She asks, seeing that I have yet to get in the pool. With a grin, I get a running start. I leap into the pool, landing in the deeper water. I resurface to see her wiping water from her face. My splash hit her from a few feet away. "Oh, sorry!" I call out, swimming to her. "It's quite alright." I reach Billie to wrap my arms around her and pull her body under the water. She crosses her ankles around my back, and I hold her up. We aimlessly wander around the pool chatting. I kiss her every now and again. She plays with my hair, and I caress her legs that are still situated around me. We talk about light subjects, still choosing not to acknowledge what is happening today. I made a comment on the weather, and she makes a few remarks about how nice the water feels. Some time goes by, and we decide it's time to get ready to leave. We hop in the shower together. I help her wash her hair, and she does the same to me. While we are getting dressed in the room, there is a knock at the door. "We need to leave in thirty minutes." Kacey's voice sounds from behind the door. "Okay, Kacey. We'll be right there, " Billie replies. A few minutes pass, and we are ready to go. I take hold of Billie's hand and kiss her cheek. "Are you ready?" She sighs, "I suppose I have to be." I give her hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'm here if you need me." With that, I open the door, and we join the others in the car.