O'CONNELL'S LOVER

Eleven

Billie pov

As my eyes slowly opened, the sunlight streaming through the window almost blinded my ass. But as my vision adjusted, I saw a beautiful smile looking down at me. I couldn't help but let out a groan, ease mixing with the last traces of sleep.

My arms wrapped around her and pulled her closer, not wanting to let her go. "Good morning, salamander," I muttered, my voice still thick with sleep. I leaned up and
pressed a soft kiss on her lips, savoring the feeling of her body against mine. She bites me and smiles.

Lima gently pulled me up from the bed, her excitement was noticeable as she drags me towards the bathroom. She hits my head "Come on, we have to get ready for the photo shoot," she said, her voice and face all pouty.

I laughed, still feeling a bit groggy from being woken up so abruptly. "Alright, alright, I'm coming," I said, rubbing my eyes and stumbling after her.

She leads me into the bathroom, flicking on the lights and starting to rummage through her makeup bag. She takes out all these fancy products and begins applying them, her movements quick and precise. She glances over at me, still in my pajamas, and taps her foot impatiently.

"Hurry up," she says, tossing me a brush. "We don't have all day."

I take the brush and begin brushing my hair, still half-asleep and moving lazily . I watch her in the mirror as she applies her makeup, amazed by her skill and speed. It takes me a good ten minutes just to get my hair under control, while she is already putting on eyeliner and mascara.

"You really don't waste any time, do you?" I say with a yawn. Lima smirks at my comment, her hands deftly applying lipgloss . "What can I say, I'm a woman of many talents," she says with a wink. She turns towards me, examining my appearance with a critical eye.

"You, on the other hand, look like you just rolled out of bed," she teases. She reaches out and runs her hand through my messy hair, trying to tame the unruly strands.

"Hey," I protest, swatting her hand away, "I was asleep, you know. And you're the one who dragged me out of bed."

She rolls her eyes at my protest, but her smile betrays her amusement. "Well, you can't exactly go on a photo shoot looking like a mess," she says, resuming her makeup routine.

We step into the elevator and press the button for the parking garage. The elevator hums as it descends, the ride seeming to take forever. Lima fidgets impatiently beside me, checking her phone and tapping her foot.

Finally, the elevator doors open with a ding, revealing the dimly lit garage. Lima steps out first, striding towards her car with purpose. I follow behind, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness about the photo shoot.

Lima unlocks her car and I climb into the passenger seat, admiring the sleek design of the vehicle. Lima starts the engine and pulls out of the garage, merging into the traffic and heading towards the location of the shoot.

As we're driving, Lima's phone suddenly rings, the sound cutting through the music. She glances at the caller ID and then picks up, putting the call on speaker.

"The fuck you want," she greets Maya as she drives. "You want food?"
I sit quietly in the passenger seat, listening to their conversation.

Maya's voice comes through the speaker, sounding urgent and excited. "Little bitch, you on your way to the shoot yet? I just got a call from the photographer, he's running late and we need to push back the start time by an hour."

Lima glances over at me, her expression frustrated. "Seriously? We're already on our way. What time does he want us to start now?"

Maya gives her the new start time, and Lima groans. "Unbelievable," she mutters under her breath. "Alright, we'll be there on time. Thanks for letting us know."

"That fucker need to be more got damn professional!" her frustration boiling over. But after a few moments, she takes a deep breath and shakes her head. "Well, I guess we have some time to kill," she mutters, trying to look on the bright side.

I catch the twinkle in her eye and suppress a smirk. "Oh, really? And just what exactly did you have in mind?" I ask, my tone slightly mocking

She grins, already plotting in her head. "Oh, I've got a few ideas," she says, her voice dripping with mischief. "Since we've got some time to kill, why don't we have some fun of our own?"

Lima turns towards me, a determined gleam in her eye. "You know what I really want?"

"What?" I ask, curious about her mischievous plan.

"Ice cream," she replies, her tone confident. "I want ice cream."

I can't help but burst out laughing, surprised by her simple yet unexpected request. "Ice cream?" I ask, still chuckling. "That's your idea of fun babes?"

She pouts petulantly, playfully smacking my arm. "Hey, don't make fun of me," she says, though a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "I'm just craving something sweet, sue me."

I hold up my hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, no need to get defensive," I say, still chuckling. "Ice cream it is. We can make a quick stop before the photoshoot."

Lima's face lights up, her disappointment from earlier forgotten in an instant. "Yes!" she exclaims, pumping her fist in the air. "You're the best."