Lima moves to America with her friends but not before she went to see Billie for her last place of the world tour. Billie is her childhood friend that left to pursue her singing career. Lima became a top designer and made 2 new friends. Those two me...
Lima took a window seat, looking out as the plane taxied down the runway and lifted off into the air. It was a stark contrast to the chaos they had just left behind, and she took a moment to let out a breath, trying to relax as the adrenaline from the airport started to wear off.
Billie sat down opposite to Lima, feeling the weight of their history between them. She fiddled with her phone, avoiding eye contact. The silence between them was heavy, neither knowing how to bridge the gap that had formed between them.
Maya, sensing the tension, tried to break the ice. "Man, flying private is the way to do it. No crying babies or long lines for the bathroom."
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Her attempt to lighten the mood worked, as both Billie and Lima chuckled softly at her comment. The tension broke, if only for a moment.
"You're right, Maya," Lima said with a soft smile. "It's definitely a step up from commercial airlines."
Maya smirked, satisfied that her joke had landed. "And no middle seat either. Now I can spread out like a diva."
They all laughed again, the friendly banter dispelling some of the awkwardness in the air. The flight went on, and eventually, Maya dozed off for a nap, leaving Billie and Lima alone.
The silence returned, heavier than before. Billie found herself stealing glances at Lima, studying her features as she looked out the window. She couldn't help but remember how beautiful Lima was, how her eyes would light up when she was excited or how her laughter had once been the most beautiful sound in the world to her.
The memories were bittersweet, tugging at her heart and stirring up old feelings that she thought she had buried away. She wanted to say something, to break the silence, but the words stuck in her throat.
Lima, feeling the weight of Billie's gaze, turned away from the window and looked at her. The intense eye contact sent a shiver down Billie's spine, the connection between them intensifying.
But just as quickly as it had appeared, Lima looked away, breaking the eye contact. She pretended to focus on the landscape outside the window, but Billie could see the slight tremble in her hands. Billie kisses her.
The sudden kiss caught Lima completely off guard, her mind going blank for a moment. She froze, her lips tingling at the unexpected contact. But soon, her body responded, kissing Billie back softly, tasting her familiar sweetness.
As the kiss deepened, Billie's hands moved to Lima's waist, gently pulling her closer. She couldn't get enough of her, overwhelmed by the maelstrom of emotions coursing through her. Without breaking the kiss, Billie picked Lima up effortlessly, her arms easily encircling her slim waist.
Lima wrapped her legs around Billie's hips, clinging to her like a lifeline. Their bodies pressed close together as Billie walked them into the narrow bathroom, shutting the door behind them with a swift kick.
The small space suddenly felt even more intimate, the air charged with tension and electricity. As their lips met again, Billie gently set Lima on the counter, her hands roaming over her body, reacquainting themselves with every familiar curve.
Lima reciprocated the touch, her own hands slipping under Billie's shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin against her fingertips. They kissed hungrily, months of pent up desire and longing boiling over in a frenzy of passion.
There were no words exchanged, only the sound of their ragged breaths and the soft sighs escaping between kisses. Every touch sent sparks through them, reigniting the fire they had tried to put out.
Billie's hands moved to the hem of Lima's shirt, pushing it up and pausing only long enough to let her pull it off completely. Lima's breath hitched, her body arching towards Billie, craving more contact.
Their mouths met again, more urgently now. Billie's hand glided over the soft expanse of Lima's stomach, tracing the line of her hipbone, the touch both reverent and possessive.
Lima let out a soft moan, her hands tracing patterns on Billie's back, pulling her even closer. Their bodies were flush against each other, every inch of them connecting like pieces of a puzzle slotting into place.
It was as if time dissolved, leaving just the two of them in their own world, lost in each other. The outside world didn't exist, the plane, the tour, the fans, all faded into the background as they became enveloped in their shared passion.
Billie's lips moved to Lima's neck, trailing kisses down the column of her throat, pausing to graze her teeth over the sensitive skin. Lima's head tilted back, her fingers digging into Billie's shoulders, a soft gasp escaping her throat.
Billie's hands wandered lower, sliding over the curves of Lima's hips, her touch both tender and possessive. Lima's breath hitched at the contact, her body responding on autopilot, every nerve ending coming alive under Billie's touches.