Would you Swallow all your Pride?

Chapter Forty-Four: Flame.

A/N: Once again, I'm so sorry for the delay. I'm positive things are going back to normal now! With that being said, I know this is not the most eventful chapter, but things are coming hehe thank you for reading!!

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Venable chuckled as she kept on staring at the screen. I really want to pick it up.

Billie Dean watched Wilhemina; it was clear she needed to talk to Emma. It was clear she had a lot to say. So, she reached for her waist and caressed it. "You can talk to her... if you want to." It wasn't fair for Billie to decide how Venable should or shouldn't act when it came to something that involved her, too, after all. I need a cigarette. The thought came flying once again. Billie Dean ignored it.

Wilhemina bit her lower lip. She kept on staring at the phone, watching as Emma's name kept on glowing. She closed her eyes, trying to decide. I have Billie Dean right beside me, in bed, kissing me, and I still want to talk to Emma? Fuck Emma. Venable put the phone aside as she shook her head, setting it up to 'no disturb'. Then, she turned back to Billie and kissed her lips, slow and gentle. Billie Dean blinked in surprise, but reached to cup Wilhemina's cheek nonetheless. "No," Venable whispered. "I want to focus on you."

Oh God. Billie's stomach twisted. She nodded slowly, breath heavy as she leaned to kiss Wilhemina again, lips lingering there. She could feel her heart beating in her ears still, blood rushing through her body. Her lips longed to go lower, to follow south and taste all of Venable's skin, but that was too fast and they both had agreed to take things slow. Billie Dean wanted to take things slow. But her body kept on growing warm as her lips caressed Wilhemina's, feeling her tongue dancing along with her own and the hand on her waist caressing it increasingly firmer. Did she kiss Emma like that? Did it even matter? Billie decided it didn't as her lips slipped lower, testing her own self control. Her ears picked up on how sweetly Venable sighed, head bending back and eyes closing. Billie Dean kissed her jaw softly, slipping to her neck and stopping to pay attention to the light pulse she found in there. The skin tasted even more like lavender, and the hand that caressed her own had now moved to cup the base of her head. Wilhemina pulled Billie closer, fingers tangling in blonde hair as she leaned back against the pillows. I want to mark her as my own. Billie Dean didn't have consent for that. Not at all. So she didn't, but damn she wanted to. So instead, she settled on lightly—barely—nibbling on Venable's pulse point, soon soothing it with the pad of her tongue. Wilhemina's breath hitched. Billie Dean thought she was about to combust. Both of her hands now caressed Venable's waist, pulling her closer. "Mm," she hummed, soon moving to the other side of Wilhemina's neck. The angle was now weird, and accessing the skin was hard. I should stop. But how could she, when Venable clearly pulled her closer and caressed her hair. Billie could feel her underwear growing damp already. Her lower stomach burned.

Taking a deep breath, Wilhemina gulped. I want her on top of me. She didn't know how she had gotten so brave, but it had indeed happened. Flashes from the fantasy she had with Billie Dean invaded her mind, and her brain struggled to comprehend that it was, now, truly happening. Her body felt hot all over. "Billie," she breathed out. Instantly, Billie Dean pulled slightly away, honey eyes meeting her own. They were darker. Venable felt herself trembling, hand squeezing Billie's waist gently. "S-straddle me."

Blinking twice, Billie Dean gulped. Her mouth had gone dry. Her ears were buzzing sweetly, picking up on every and each stimuli around her and, at the same time, not picking up on anything other than Wilhemina at all. Straddle me. The words echoed in her brain, and her hands stiffened where they rested on Venable's waist. She took a deep breath to try and put her brain back into place, for the thoughts inside her head made absolutely no sense; they were all mingled together in a delicious heat that flushed her cheeks. "Isn't i-it too fast?" She barely managed to breathe out. Her hands, however, now pulled Wilhemina closer again, contradicting the slow pace of her words.