copulation b.e imagines

ᴛᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ ᴛʀɪᴀɴɢʟᴇ *

Billie: Top

Maggie: Bottom

Maggie sat on the bench in the park, the crisp autumn air ruffling her dark hair. She watched the leaves falling around her, a perfect metaphor for her tumbling emotions. She had always been in love with Trevor, her childhood friend who had grown into a handsome, charming man. They shared countless memories and moments, but she had never found the courage to tell him how she felt. And now, as she watched him laugh and joke with Billie, her heart ached with unspoken longing.

Trevor was captivated by Billie, the vibrant, outspoken blonde who seemed to command attention effortlessly. Billie was everything Maggie wasn't—confident, fearless, and full of life. She had an infectious laugh and a magnetic presence that drew people to her, including Trevor.

Maggie's gaze shifted to Billie, and her heart tightened. What complicated everything was that Billie was madly in love with her. Billie had confessed her feelings one night after a party, her blue eyes shining with vulnerability Maggie had never seen before. Maggie had been stunned, unable to process the revelation. She valued their friendship deeply and didn't want to lose Billie, but she didn't know how to handle the situation.

The three of them had planned to meet up at the park that evening, a tradition of sorts, but Trevor was running late. Maggie and Billie sat on the bench, the silence between them filled with unspoken words.

"Maggie," Billie began softly, her voice trembling. "We need to talk."

Maggie turned to her, her heart pounding. "What is it, Billie?"

Billie took a deep breath, her eyes locking onto Maggie's. "I know things have been awkward since I told you how I feel, but I need you to know that my feelings haven't changed. I'm still in love with you."

Maggie's heart ached with confusion and guilt. "Billie, I... I don't know what to say," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Billie reached out, taking Maggie's hand in hers. "Just tell me how you feel, Maggie. Do you have any feelings for me at all?"

Maggie looked down at their entwined hands, her mind racing. She had always cared for Billie deeply, but she had never allowed herself to think of her in a romantic way. But now, as she sat there, she couldn't deny the fluttering in her stomach, the warmth spreading through her at Billie's touch.

"I care about you, Billie. More than I ever realized," she admitted, her voice shaking.

Billie's eyes filled with hope. "Then give us a chance, Maggie. Let me show you how much I love you."

Maggie hesitated, her mind torn between her feelings for Trevor and the undeniable connection she felt with Billie. "But what about Trevor? This will ruin everything," she whispered, her voice filled with anguish.

Billie's gaze softened, and she cupped Maggie's face in her hands. "I know it's complicated, but I believe our love is worth the risk. Please, Maggie, just give us a chance."

Maggie's heart pounded in her chest, her mind swirling with emotions. She took a deep breath, her decision made. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Let's see where this goes."

Billie's face lit up with joy, and she leaned in, capturing Maggie's lips in a tender, passionate kiss. Maggie's body responded instinctively, her arms wrapping around Billie's waist, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing together in a slow, intimate rhythm. Maggie's hands roamed over Billie's back, feeling the smooth fabric of her jacket beneath her fingertips.

They broke the kiss, their foreheads resting against each other's, their breaths mingling in the cool evening air. "I've wanted to do that for so long," Billie confessed, her voice filled with emotion.