copulation b.e imagines

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requested by:  @wildfl0wer20

Maggie was all dazzling energy, just like the blazer she wore that was two sizes too big and absolutely covered in sequins. She flounced into the room, the latest playlist blaring from her phone, clearly running a few minutes late but smiling wide and unapologetic. Everyone else in the group—whether it was the campus debate club or their creative team at work—was already seated, heads down, notebooks out, ready to dive into the day's plans. And then there was Billie.

Billie had already set up, of course. Notes were organized, her coffee was just close enough to her elbow for easy access without risking a spill, and she was tapping something into her laptop, completely focused. She barely looked up when Maggie breezed in, but Maggie knew she'd noticed. She always did. Billie was just too...Billie to ever show it. But Maggie saw the way her fingers hesitated for just a second on the keyboard when she walked by.

"Oh, look who decided to join us," Billie said, the ghost of a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth as Maggie finally took her seat.

"Fashionably late, as always," Maggie shot back, flipping her hair over her shoulder with a grin.

Despite herself, Billie smirked, shaking her head. She'd never admit it, but Maggie knew she liked her showing up like this, all loud and glittery in contrast to Billie's carefully curated neutral tones and plain shirts. Maggie had started to catch Billie's glances more and more often lately, those fleeting moments where Billie would look over as if she were trying to figure her out but enjoying the mystery all the same.

The meeting droned on. Ideas were discussed, and Maggie was—as always—the first to pitch in with bold suggestions. Her ideas were sometimes hit-or-miss, but there was never a shortage of them. Billie, ever pragmatic, kept the conversation on track, occasionally jumping in to refine Maggie's wilder ideas with a grounding point or a tactful tweak. They worked well together, a mix of wild creativity and quiet efficiency.

Afterward, as they packed up, Maggie could feel Billie's gaze on her. It wasn't an intense stare, but more of a soft, curious look, like Billie was still trying to figure out what made her tick. It was endearing, actually. People always thought Billie would be the one everyone else fawned over, but here she was, the quiet one, probably more nervous than she'd ever let on.

"Hey, Maggie," Billie's voice was soft as they walked out together, "do you maybe want to grab a coffee or something sometime? It might be nice to bounce ideas...just the two of us." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a rare hint of nerves in her otherwise steady demeanor.

Maggie's heart skipped, surprised at the invitation. "Oh, like... a date?"

Billie's cheeks tinted slightly, and she gave a small shrug. "If that's what you want to call it."

And Maggie, who was usually all about putting on a show, felt a little speechless for once. "I'd love that," she managed, her smile growing wider as Billie looked away, pretending to be more interested in her phone than anything else.

As they walked down the hallway, side by side, it felt like the first time Maggie didn't need to be loud to be noticed. And Billie, for once, was glad she'd spoken up—even if her words were quiet.

Later that Week...

When Maggie agreed to meet Billie for coffee, she didn't anticipate how much time she'd spend choosing an outfit. Her wardrobe was like a fabric explosion, with options sprawled across her bed—she wanted something "casual," but casual wasn't exactly her style. Somehow, Maggie managed to settle on a soft, oversized sweater (in glittery gold, naturally) and her favorite pair of high-waisted jeans. She tried to tone down her usual glam but couldn't resist the bright red lipstick; she had to be true to herself, right?