Fangs Of Desire |B.E

High

Billie's Pov:

I slowly climbed the stairs, each step making my pulse quicken. Finneas' teasing words and the thought of finally being alone with Rachel awoken something in me. It's not like I don't like spending time with my brother, I just became sort of addicted to my love and to being as close to her as possibile... in many ways.

As I reached the top of the stairs, I saw that the door to our bedroom were was slightly ajar, and a dark blue LED glow seeped through the crack. It cast an almost otherworldly hue in the dim hallway, making my heart pound harder. I pushed the door open gently, not wanting to scare her.

I walked in and softly closed the door behind me. The first thing that caught my attention was a faint, but still very noticable scent of... weed. My eyes fastly ajusted to the dim room and then I saw opened window and Rachel's body lazily spread across our bed. I stiffen a laughter and shook my head in disbelief.
I could tell from the way her movements were slughish and her eyes half-closed that she was high.

To be honest I've never understood this whole thing of being high, but I couldn't deny that seeing Rachel like this made me smile. It was a rare sight, and it spoke of her trust and comfort with me, even in a state of relaxed abandon.

When I begun to change into something more comfortable, I heard Rachel move on bed. I turned around I saw Rachel's eyes flutter open as she noticed me.
She sat on her elbows and a slow dreamy smile spread across her face.

"H-hey.., Angel," She mumbled, her words a bit slurred.

"Hey," I answered and continued to change.

I unbutoned my oversized shirt. As I let my shirt fall, I noticed Rachel's eyes following every movement with a kind of hazy, affectionate focus.

"Fuck... you're so hot," With that sentense She tried to sit up, her movements unsteady and slightly off-balance. She made an attempt to stand, her legs wobbling beneath her.

Before she could take more than a few clumsy steps, she triped over her feet. I moved quickly, catching her before she hit the floor. Her body was warm against mine, and she seemed to melt into my arms, her breathing shallow and quick.

"Careful," I whispered, holding her close, feeling the rapid thrum of her heartbeat. She looked up at me, her eyes half-lidded and glazed over, but also filled with softness. I picked her up in a bridal style and carried her gently to the bed, laying her back down with as much care as I could muster. The glow of the blue LED light illuminated her features, making the moment feel almost surreal.

As I gently laid Rachel back onto the bed and sat beside her. Her body sinking immediately into the soft mattress, I couldn't help but let out a small, amused chuckle.

"You're really high, you know that?" I said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Rachel giggled, her eyes drifting lazily over my face. "No, I'm not," she protested weakly. "I only took a few puffs, I swear to god."

I raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced. "A few puffs, huh? Because it looks like you might've inhaled the entire joint."

"Shut up," Rachel replied, her giggles turning into a soft, sleepy laugh. She reached up and lightly touched my face, her fingers trailing across my cheek and jawline, down to my neck, stopping just above my tits. "You're always... so perfect." She whispered.

I smiled and shook my head, my heart swelling at her words. "And you're always so ridiculously cute even when you're high," I teased.

I moved closer to her, caressing her waist and back. Her hands, traced along my arm with a tentative touch. "Billie," she mumbled, her voice a hushed and her breath hitched a bit.