behind the velvet rope | billie eilish wlw

CH10- Part 3 [M]

Then, without warning, Billie shifted closer. Her movements were slow, deliberate, as if testing every step. Claire could feel her breath, warm and shallow, brushing against her cheek as Billie leaned in.

"Can I—" Billie's voice broke the silence, but Claire cut her off before she could finish.

"Yes," Claire whispered, the single word escaping her lips like a prayer.

That was all Billie needed. She tilted her head, her lips brushing against Claire's with a soft, tentative pressure, testing the waters. But when Claire responded—her hand instinctively reaching up to cup Billie's cheek, pulling her closer—the kiss deepened.

It was soft at first, exploratory, but quickly turned hungry, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in the connection. Claire's fingers tangled in Billie's hair, pulling her closer.

The lights of the city outside filtered through the window, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow over them. Claire barely noticed, her entire focus on the feel of Billie's lips against hers—the softness, the warmth, the faint taste of tea and something uniquely Billie.

Billie's hands moved then, sliding up from Claire's waist to cradle her face. The coolness of her touch sent a shiver through Claire, her body reacting instinctively to the contrast of temperature and heat between them.

The kiss grew more urgent, more insistent, as though they were both chasing something they couldn't quite name. Billie pressed forward, and Claire let herself be guided, her back meeting the couch cushions as Billie's weight settled over her.

The world narrowed to this moment—the feel of Billie's body pressed against hers, the sound of their breaths mingling, the faint hum of the city outside. Claire's sweater bunched slightly as Billie's hands slipped beneath it, her fingers cold against the bare skin of Claire's waist.

Claire gasped softly at the contact, her body arching slightly into Billie's touch. The coolness of Billie's hands was startling, a jolt of sensation that sent a shiver running down her spine. Her eyes fluttered open for a moment, locking with Billie's.

The intensity in Billie's gaze made Claire's breath hitch. It was a silent conversation, an unspoken agreement that passed between them in that moment—this was about more than just physical desire. It was about trust, about surrender, about giving and taking in equal measure.

"You're freezing," Claire murmured, her voice low and breathless.

"And you're burning up," Billie countered, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

Claire let out a soft laugh, but it was cut off as Billie leaned down again, her lips capturing Claire's in another searing kiss. This time, there was no hesitation, no holding back. It was raw, intense, and deeply connected, their bodies moving instinctively against each other as they chased the growing heat between them.

Billie's hand roamed further, her touch deliberate and searching. She traced the curve of Claire's waist, her fingers grazing just under the band of Claire's bra, her touch both teasing and possessive.

Claire responded in kind, her hands moving to Billie's back, her fingers sliding under the fabric of Billie's sweater to press against the warm skin beneath. She pulled Billie closer, her nails grazing lightly over Billie's spine, eliciting a soft, involuntary gasp from her.

Their movements became more fluid, more synchronized, as though they were two halves of the same whole, drawn together by an unrelenting force. Billie's lips left a trail of kisses down Claire's jawline, her breath warm against Claire's skin as she murmured something unintelligible.