Billie Eilish Imagines - GXG

Anniversary

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They hadn't made a big deal out of it. No press. No paparazzi tip-offs. Just a quiet reservation under a fake name at a dimly lit restaurant tucked into the hills. The kind of place that felt too nice to be real, with candles on every table and a string quartet playing somewhere out of sight.

Billie wore black, soft silk that dipped at her collarbone, the sleeves loose and low, her hair curled just enough to look like she hadn't tried. Y/N hadn't been able to stop staring all night.

"You're making eyes at me," Billie said with a smile, sipping her drink. "People are gonna figure it out."

Y/N tilted her head, resting her chin in her hand. "Let them."

That earned a raised brow, but Billie didn't argue. She just reached across the table and brushed her thumb across Y/N's knuckles. Her rings were cool against her skin.

The server brought dessert without them ordering it, a single slice of cake with two forks and a tiny gold candle stuck in the center. It wasn't for Billie's birthday. It wasn't labeled. But somehow, the staff knew. Maybe they'd tipped them off when they reserved it last week. Maybe they could just tell by the way Billie looked at Y/N like she hung the stars.

When the candle was lit, Billie leaned in. "Make a wish."

Y/N stared at her across the flickering light. "I already have everything I want."

"Cheesy," Billie whispered. "Hot, but cheesy."

Y/N grinned and blew it out anyway.

They shared the cake. Billie fed Y/N the last bite, then wiped a crumb from the corner of her mouth, letting her fingers linger a little longer than necessary.

By the time they got back to the hotel, the city was quiet, lights glowing low through the windows. Billie leaned against the elevator wall and looked over at her, really looked.

"You know we don't have to do anything tonight," she said softly. "Just being with you is enough."

Y/N stepped closer, crowding into her space just enough to make her breath catch.

"I know," she whispered. "But I want to."

Billie's eyes dropped to her lips. "Yeah?"

Y/N smiled. "Yeah."

The elevator dinged.

The door opened.

And Billie followed her out, heart already racing, already home.

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Y/N's back hit the sheets, soft and cool under her skin, and Billie followed her down without breaking the kiss. Her weight settled gently over her, one hand planted beside Y/N's head, the other trailing slowly up the inside of her thigh. Their mouths moved in sync. slower now, deeper. Not frantic. Not rushed. Just real.

Y/N's breath caught as Billie's fingers dragged along the edge of her underwear, her touch featherlight but deliberate.

"Still sure?" Billie murmured, eyes flicking up.

Y/N nodded without hesitation, her voice barely above a whisper. "Always."

Billie smiled against her mouth. "Good."

She kissed her again - slower, almost teasing, like she wanted to memorize the shape of her. Her hand slipped past the waistband, fingertips brushing where Y/N was already warm and soft beneath her.

Y/N's breath hitched, her hips shifting just slightly. "God, Billie..."

"Shh," Billie whispered, her voice thick. "Let me take care of you."