copulation b.e imagines

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Billie: Top

Maggie: Bottom

The neon lights from the city below flickered through the hotel room's rain-splattered window, casting soft shadows over Billie as she sat on the edge of the bed, hands gripping the sheets. The air was thick with the remnants of their fight angry words still lingering in the silence like ghosts that refused to leave. The space beside her was empty, cold, and it gnawed at her in a way she hated to admit.

She hated fighting with Maggie. She hated the way her own stubbornness pushed too hard, the way Maggie's fire only burned hotter in response. And yet, no matter how many times they shattered, they always found their way back.

The soft beep of the hotel door unlocking sent a jolt through Billie's chest. Maggie stepped inside, rain clinging to her curls, her black dress damp and clinging to her skin. Her makeup was slightly smudged, the dark mascara beneath her eyes making her look even more breathtaking, even when frustration still danced across her features.

"You're late," Billie said, her voice rough with emotion.

Maggie let out a dry laugh as she kicked off her heels. "And you're still here."

Billie exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through her messy blonde hair. Of course, she was still here. Where the fuck else would she be?

Maggie walked past her, moving straight to the window, arms crossed as she stared out at the blurred city lights. The tension in her shoulders, the way she wouldn't look at Billie it all made something inside Billie crack.

"I hate fighting with you," Billie admitted, voice quieter this time.

Maggie let out a humorless chuckle. "Then stop giving me reasons to fight."

The weight of her words settled between them like a storm cloud. Billie stood up slowly, hesitating for just a second before stepping behind her. She could smell the lingering scent of Maggie's perfume, the warmth of her skin just inches away. Her fingers twitched at her side, aching to reach for her.

"Come here," Billie murmured.

Maggie didn't move. Didn't turn. Just stayed staring out at the rain, like she was waiting for Billie to say something that would make this easier. But nothing ever was with them.

"You always do this," Maggie finally whispered.

"Do what?" Billie asked, voice barely above a breath.

"Pull me back in. Like you know I'll never leave."

Billie's throat tightened. She had nothing to say to that. She just... knew Maggie was right.

"Would you?" she finally asked.

Maggie's silence stretched between them, heavy, before she whispered, "No."

That was all Billie needed. She reached for her then, hands settling on Maggie's waist as she turned her around. Maggie's breath hitched, but she didn't pull away. Their eyes met—brown and blue, storm and sea, everything crashing all at once.

And then Billie kissed her.

It wasn't soft, wasn't hesitant. It was desperate, bruising, filled with all the things neither of them could say out loud. Maggie gasped against her lips, hands fisting into Billie's hoodie as she pulled her closer, pressed their bodies together like she could mold them into one. The kiss deepened, teeth scraping, tongues meeting, a mess of heat and longing.

Billie felt Maggie's nails dig into her back as she pushed forward, guiding them until Maggie's back hit the wall. The impact made Maggie moan, and the sound shot straight through Billie like fire.