Miss O'Connell | B.E

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"I'm starting to regret this, Divine," Billie whined quietly, with Divine's body pressing her tight against the stone pillars of The Blessed Mother's.

Divine rolled her eyes, hand shooting up to cover Billie's mouth. She leaned into her ear, her lips brushing the skin. "Are you trying to get us caught? Stop running your mouth and stay quiet."

Once more like many times before, The Blessed Mother's was sound asleep, and Divine and Billie were wide awake. Creeping through the shadows of the main hall on the ground floor, the two were hiding behind a structural Victorian beam. The sound of heavy boots padding against the tiles could be heard bouncing off the walls; The janitor was finishing up his shift, whistling to himself as he rolled his trolly across the floor.

Billie's eyes winced shut, her chest moving in an unsteady motion as her nerves were starting to get the better of her. Divine's hand slid away from Billie's mouth, and she pressed a finger to her own lips, signaling for silence.

Billie bit her lip, trying to not panic "But—" she began, her voice cracking.

Divine let out a sharp breath, glaring through narrowed lids as she brought her palm right back to Billie's lips. "Stop talking. Why do you talk so much?"

Billie huffed, her brows furrowing, clearly offended by the comment. Now annoyed, She wriggled, attempting to shove Divine off her. Divine, being much stronger, groaned, tightening her hand around Billie to silence any of her unhelpful whines.

"Stop squirming," Divine muttered under her breath, as she pulled Billie into her chest.  Billie let out a muffled whimper, her fingers curling into Divine's jumper in a panic as she felt herself being dragged across.

Once they reached their usual escape window, Divine pushed the hinges open with one hand. Billie's eyes widened turning back to see the janitor out of sight, before snapping her neck back to daze outside onto the dark fields. Her hands moved up to grip Divine's shoulders, leaning further into her if that were even possible. 

"This is insane," she whispered.

Divine ignored her, smirking to herself. She wrapped one arm around Billie's waist before hoisting her up, bridal style. Billie let a yelp, her nail digging holes into the divine as she looked down to watch the carpet-covered floor. Divine stepped forward, kicking a leg over the window seal, and swinging the other shortly in suit. She hopped off the elevated ledge, landing on her feet behind the rose bush with her lover in her arms. Billie let out another cry, her eyes widening in surprise. 

The cold air immediately hit them and Billie shivered, tilting her head to look up at Divine, her breath catching. "You didn't have to carry me!" she tried to sound irritated, but she knew how much loved it.

Divine glanced down at her, a cocky grin spreading across her face. "Yeah, sure, because you're just super capable." She set Billie on her feet but didn't step back, her arm hanging around Billie's waist.

"Next time, maybe you should ask," Billie muttered, brushing herself off, but there was a pink tint to her cheeks that glowed even in the night.

Divine chuckled softly, "Next time, maybe stop talking so much," she snapped back.

Billie huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest, her brows tilting and lip sticking into a pout. "You know, you're so mean sometimes, Divine. That was so rude."

Divine let a small smile spread across her lips. She stepped closer, her hands moving to Billie's arm, gently rubbing up and down. "Baby, you know I don't mean it," She whispered, pressing a kiss to Billie's forehead. "I love when you talk—just... depends when."