LEOPARD LIMO - B. EILISH IMAGINES

006 - SAY YES TO ME

"what do i have to do to see you naked, sydney? hmm?"

the question sent a shiver down sydney's spine. their first time was supposed to be special; rose petals leading up to silk sheets and lit candles, just like she had been taught when she was younger. however, her sexual desire was increasing by the day, and it was getting harder to wait for the perfect time. over the last few weeks, she started to notice billie in a different light than before. she started to see her as a sexual force to be reckoned with, but not in an objectifying, materialistic way. more so, in a quite literal sense. every time they were together, she was burdened, cursed with this feeling between her legs. it was unusual to her, considering that she'd never felt this way about anyone before.

it was bad enough that sydney would have to bear this inner conflict between her romantic desires and beliefs of the religion she previously belonged to. now she had to tread the undiscovered and treacherous waters of sexuality, only equipped with knowledge from 8th grade health class and a few unsolicited airdropped porn videos from strangers. what's next? she thought, turning into a santa barbara stoner? having a few odd fetishes, too?

"we're not married," sydney shut her down after an extensive train of thought. she continued to fold the older girl's clothes and shove them into a laundry basket. her awakening libido was so embarrassingly obvious, and billie found that adorable. for billie, it was amusing to push those boundaries, not out of ignorance, but because she could tell that they were begging to be broken.

billie let out a short chuckle at her advances being shot down. it wasn't the first time she said no, just the first time she took an incredibly, comically long time to answer. over the course of the few weeks they were living together, billie had brought up the idea of having sex only two times. third time's a charm, and she figured she'd use that, a bit of ingenuity, and the erotic allure of a malibu summer to get sydney to cave.

"oh, don't worry about that part, lovely. i'll get you that ring. a real big, shiny one. you know i can afford it."

it's important to note that billie wasn't being pushy, fuckboy-ish, or even a little bit manipulative towards sydney. to her credit, she was just really good at reading her. it was almost as if her body language was the most well-spoken part of her, and billie was fluent in it. she knew all the right things to do and say, just based on a few shared glances or movements of the hands. she knew sydney wanted her to do something, say something.

"it's just so rough, seeing you like this. i mean, i thought this behavior plateaued when you were rutting against my thigh in the theater room. i thought that would be it. you know, it gets worse before it gets better, if you decide to ignore how you feel." billie was nothing short of excellent when it came to teasing, but it felt different this time. at this moment, it felt as if she were playing a dare game with herself.

"yeah, you would know," sydney spat, a little bit annoyed at how tough it was to shake how billie made her feel. desire turned into frustration. she flexed her thighs together in attempt to feel some type of relief.

"what's that supposed to mean?" billie asked.

"nothing, just—" sydney's request for billie to leave her alone was cut short by the feeling of a hand running softly along her back thigh, just below her bottom. the skirt of her dress began to lift.

with big, eager eyes, billie waited for sydney's gaze to meet hers. when they did meet, the intensity of their sexual tension only grew. billie took in sydney's frame with her fingertips, noticing her tense legs, how her spine drew a small curve as her back met the cool laundry room air, and the goosebumps on her skin. she tried to hold her seductive grin back while hearing sydney's sharp inhales.