What I need | Billie Eilish

Twelve

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"I'm going to grab myself a glass of whiskey before we go. Did you-" Selina stopped mid-sentence as Billie walked into the living room. She seemed frozen in place, a glass in her hand as she slowly glanced her eyes up and down Billie's body. She had half a mind to tease Selina but Billie also found herself unable to move.

Selina looked sharp in a sleek gray suit. She was wearing gray pants with a black belt with a silver buckle through the loops. She had on a white button up shirt that she had folded the sleeves up to the elbow. Billie could feel herself blushing.

Billie, in turn, wore long black jeans and a button-up shirt that accentuated her curves. The contrast to her usual baggier attire caught Selina off guard. Billie's hair was styled in a neat bun, and she wore elegant glasses that added to her allure. Selina found herself utterly captivated.

"No thanks," Billie replied, answering the unfinished question.

Despite the glitz of the evening, Billie felt a pang of anxiety. She wasn't sure why she felt so out of place, especially since she had to pretend to be Selina's plus-one. Alyssa had already been on their ass telling them to be cautious.

Upon arriving at the theater, Billie could sense the stares. She leaned in and whispered, "I can feel everyone looking at me."

Selina chuckled. "Well, you are famous. Shouldn't you be used to it?"

Billie scoffed and rolled her eyes. "No, they're staring at both of us. Are we not convincing enough? Should we change something?"

"Relax. We only need to maintain the pretense around the higher-ups. Everyone knows people fake to get in. One of my coworkers pretended to be gay just to bring a friend," Selina said, trying to ease Billie's nerves.

Billie laughed as they took their seats. The room was filled with a diverse crowd: officers, security personnel, military members, and more. After a brief introduction of each group, the host began acknowledging the officers and other distinguished guests. Halfway through the ceremony, there was a break for refreshments.

Selina leaned in, whispering in her ear as they sat at the large table surrounded by three other couples she worked with. "This is why people lie to get in. You get expensive drinks and food for a bargain."

One of Selina's coworkers smirked and teased, "Selina, how did you manage to get Billie Eilish as your plus one, fake or not?"

"I do work with her, after all. It's about time my clients showed me some appreciation," Selina replied, casting a sidelong glance at Billie with a smirk.

Billie raised an eyebrow playfully and retorted, "Maybe if you had caught my intruder earlier, you'd be getting more."

Selina gasped in mock shock, and the table burst into laughter.

As the laughter subsided, Selina leaned across the table to grab a drink, using Billie's thigh for leverage. Once she settled back into her seat, her hand lingered on Billie's thigh. She was hesitant to move for fear of losing the warmth of Selina's touch.

The tatted fingers moved subtly, her thumb gently circling Billie's thigh. Selina, momentarily distracted from the conversation feeling her stare, glanced at Billie, their eyes locking. The tension between them was palpable, intensifying with each shared glance despite the public setting.

Their silent exchange stretched on until Billie broke the spell with a playful comment. "Is your hand on my thigh considered required intimacy?"

Selina's hand paused but stayed in place. "Yes, you never know who's watching."

"Are you sure you're both faking it?" one of Selina's coworkers interrupted, eyeing them curiously from across the table.

Selina removed her hand and turned to the coworker. "What good is a lie if you can't believe it?"

The man shrugged in response. The alcohol must have been working, because Billie, missing the warmth of Selina's touch, placed her own hand on Selina's thigh. Their eyes locked once more, a silent battle of dominance playing out between them.

"Never know if someone's looking, right?" Billie said, their gazes drifting toward each other's lips.

Selina met Billie's gaze and then her lips, responding softly, "Right."

Billie felt a strong urge to kiss her right then and there. After all, to most everyone else, they were a couple. But it was too risky, and Billie pulled her attention away, noting Selina's disappointed look. Selina understood, but she couldn't shake the sense of longing that lingered. The woman was irresistible.

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"I had a really great time tonight," Billie said as they reached the door. What she'd expected to be a dull ceremony had turned into an enjoyable evening spent with Selina and her colleagues.

"Me too," Selina replied, her smile making Billie's heart race. "Soon you'll be moving back to your place."

Billie nodded, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Yeah, I'll miss waking up to breakfast already being made for me."

Selina gave her a knowing smile. "I won't be missing the vegan diet, that's for sure."

Billie laughed, her hand reflexively gripping Selina's forearm. They both froze. Billie noticed Selina's gaze shift from her arm to her eyes, then linger on her lips. A warm tingling spread through Billie as Selina gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Billie could feel her lips parting and every nerve in her body was firing, sending shocks through her, making her buzz with anticipation.

Billie's free hand moved up Selina's side, reaching her shoulders before sliding to her tie, pulling it free from the vest, twirling while she wrapped it around her hand before balling it into her fist. She pulled Selina forward, they were now only inches apart.
Selina hooked her arm around Billie's waist, pulling their hips tight together against one another, and was rewarded with a small groan escaping the shorter's mouth. The sound of it made Selina's legs weak and they fell forward, Selina's free hand falling onto the door with a thud to steady themselves.

Billie saw the intense desire in Selina's eyes and clutched the tie tighter, her pulse racing with anticipation. "Selina," she began to whisper in a husky voice that made Selina shiver and her eyes shake. She dismissed every thought about how they shouldn't be doing this.

Selina pulled back slightly. "Careful, there are cameras."

"There are no cameras inside," Billie insisted, tightening her grip on the tie and pulling her inside. A small voice in her head warned her this was a mistake. She had promised Alyssa nothing would happen, and Selina's job was on the line. Yet, when she was with Selina, Matt seemed a distant thought.

Selina smirked into the kiss as it got heated quick, and she moved her knee between Billie's legs applying just enough pressure.

A small moan escaped Billie lips but then she felt Selina's tongue pull away. Billie opened her eyes, missing Selina's lips, but her eyes were the deepest shade of brown Billie had ever seen. They were filled with lust and desire, but just below the surface there was pain and confusion bubbling. Billie retracted her hands, not wanting to but unable to ignore the fight internally showing in those brown eyes.

As they stood there in front of each other, they were panting, both trying desperately to catch their breaths. And despite the summer heat, Billie felt cold, deeply wanting the warmth back from being pushed up against Selina.

"We should both get some sleep," Selina said softy, grabbing her bag and the jacket she lent Billie before walking back to her room. Billie could feel her heart fall to her stomach, torn and confused. Slowly, Billie retreated to her own room, her mind a whirl of emotions as she prepared for bed.

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