Loving You, Feels Wrong. (Freen x Becky x Billy)

Chapter 23

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So take my hand,
I wanna grow old with you beside me,

‘Cause I wanna love you you for good,
For good or for bad,
When times get sad,
And when we fight.

And I wanna love you for good,
For good or for bad,
When you make me mad,
‘Cause you're the love of my life.

- Gatton, When Scars Become Art.

Becky stepped away and took Freen's hand in hers and masterfully picked up both their wine glasses in the other hand and led her back inside.

Freen kept her eyes on the gentle hold Becky had on her, it felt, perfect. This was perfect. This was the start of something.

Becky placed their wine glasses down on the center table, and then began to lead Freen closer to the staircase. Only then did it dawn on Freen, Becky was not stopping by the couch. She was taking her… upstairs.

“Bec…” Freen said and froze.

Becky stepped closer to her, knowing full well what her apprehension was.

“No, we can’t… I can’t... It would be so wrong for me to…” Freen was stuttering.

“Shhh..” Becky said coming in close, and calming Freen's racing nerves with a kiss. Making sure Freen was weak at the knees again before softly whispering.

“I’m not going to have us sleep on the sofa bed any longer…” Becky said.

“But, Becky, you don’t understand… That’s… that was Billy's and your space… I don’t want to…” Freen began.

“Do you trust me, Freen?” Becky asked.

“I do, you know I do..” Freen rushed to let her know.

“Then just let me take you upstairs…” Becky said, and the look in her eyes told Freen she’d taken care of this. So Freen gave her the benefit of the doubt and nodded.

This time though, instead of taking her hand again, Becky leaned down and carried Freen up in her arms. Freen gasped and then chuckled, leaning in to kiss Becky.

“Don’t distract me while I’m on the stairs...” Becky warned as she took the first step up.

“Or else?” Freen challenged.

“Or else I’ll put you down and eat you out right here...”

Freen's eyes grew dark, that tingly sensation between her legs made itself more known.

“On the staircase?” Freen asked.

“Ka, on the staircase.” Becky confirmed.

Freen immediately tried to lean in to kiss Becky and distract her again. Becky laughed.

“Insatiable..” she said.

“Come on! Rules are rules.” Freen said.

“If it were any other night, I’d have done it. I’m not letting the staircase leave marks on your skin tonight. The only marks you’re waking up with will be credited to me…” Becky said confidently.

Freen's breath hitched once more at the thought, but she decided to just be patient and let Becky have this.

When Becky kicked the door open and stepped inside and put Freen down, Freen noticed the entire room looked different.