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billie_kent: my best boy <3
COMMENTS: colinhughes: he's one of our own, he's one of our own, nelson kent-tartt, he's one of our own!
jamie_tartt: i thought i was your best boy...
will_kitman: the very best boy!
alfiesykes98: my favourite housemate
"What are you looking at?" Billie smirked as she looked up from her phone, laying in her bed with Nelson curled up beside her while Jamie leant against the doorway of her bedroom.
"You," Jamie smiled, dressed in a pink hoodie and shorts co-ord, a fresh glow on his skin from his morning training session with Roy.
"What are you thinking about?" Billie asked, placing her phone on her bedside table.
"You," Jamie answered, "What were you dreaming about last night? You were wriggling about all night."
"You," Billie smirked knowingly.
"Me?" Jamie raised his eyebrows in intrigue as he approached the bed, "What was I doing in that dream of yours?"
"Can't tell you, it might not come true," Billie smiled, her gaze wandering up and down his body as he stood at the foot of her bed.
"Pretty sure that only applies to wishes, babe," Jamie laughed as he glanced between Billie and Nelson.
"Well, my wish is twenty minutes alone with you before we have to go to work," Billie remarked, holding her hands out to him.
Jamie noticed the way she smiled at him, the look in her eyes as she held her hands out to him, "Nelson, out."
Billie watched her dog loyally jump off the bed and leave the room before Jamie closed the door behind him, she wasn't sure that she was meant to find it attractive to see him succeeding in commanding their dog in what to do, but Jamie could do anything and she was sure she'd find it attractive.
"I like the pink," Billie told him as she sat up in her bed as Jamie took a seat beside her, "I fucking love it."
"You drive me crazy, Billie Kent," Jamie sighed as he gripped her thighs, pulling her onto his lap with ease, the grooves of his muscles were easily visible through the fabric of the hoodie as they flexed.
"I missed you," Billie mumbled as she began trailing kisses over Jamie's jaw.
"I wasn't gone that long, babe," Jamie reminded her, pulling her closer and allowing their chests to make contact as his hands slipped under the fabric of the baggy t-shirt she'd borrowed from his drawer, his hands warm against her cool skin.
"I want to be close to you," She muttered against his lips, her hands landing on the hem of his hoodie as she pulled it over his head, discarding it on the floor, letting her hands wander freely over his arms.
