NEEDY - B.E. IMAGINES

tan lines *

since tan lines seem to be trending, here's this

gxg needy dom!billie

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The summer air was hot and damp in a way that made it uncomfortable to be outside in anything more than a bathing suit. Billie's backyard pulsed with summer; floaties drifting across the water, the scent of sunscreen and chlorine, the laughter of friends echoing off the concrete patio. Music hummed from a speaker nestled on the edge of the deck, a mellow playlist perfect for a slow July afternoon.

Y/n stretched on a pool lounger, preferring to lay down, admiring the delirious way her stomach curved in–something that it did not do when she was standing up. Hot pink bikini, her skin glowing in the midday sun, oversized sunglasses perched low on her nose, and a paperback resting lightly in her hand–in Billie's eyes, she looked like a daydream.

Billie stood ankle-deep in the pool, beer forgotten in her hand. The water was cool, the sun was merciless, and yet nothing burned quite like the sight of her girlfriend stretched out like that–bare skin gleaming, limbs loose with ease, a soft curve to her lips as she read. She'd pulled her hair into a loose bun that had since started falling apart, strands framing her face in a way that looked like she'd taken them out on purpose.

She was supposed to be hosting–refilling drinks, tossing out towels, playing the laid-back summer girl. But every time her gaze landed on Y/n, the world seemed to stutter to a halt.

Her feet betrayed her, for the fourth time that afternoon, dragging her towards Y/n like the pull of a magnet.

She padded over barefoot, droplets of water trailing down her arms, and crouched beside Y/n, shielding her from the sun with her body.

"Brought you lemonade," Billie said, nudging the glass toward her with a gentle grin.

Y/n peeked at her over the top of her sunglasses, eyes squinting slightly in the brightness. "You're spoiling me," she said, lips brushing the straw as she took a sip. "Thank you, baby."

"Not spoiling," Billie replied, watching her mouth move around the straw. "Just hydrating you. Very important."

Y/n gave a little hum of amusement and tilted her head, angling her face back to the sun. Billie's eyes tracked the delicate line of her neck, the fine gold chain resting against her collarbone, the gentle rise and fall of her chest.

She forced herself to look away before she did something stupid.

The others were still swimming, splashing water and challenging each other to underwater handstand contests.

"Want more sunscreen?"

"I'm good," Y/n murmured.

"You're getting pink on your shoulders."

Y/n hesitated, then sighed and handed Billie the bottle from beside her chair. "Fine."

Billie sat beside her, legs curled under her, squeezing a pool of lotion into her hand. The moment she touched Y/n's back, something buzzed in her skin–a hum just beneath the surface. She smoothed the lotion across her shoulder blades, her fingers trailing like whispers. Her hands moved deliberately, reverently, as though she could memorize the warmth of her girlfriend's skin by touch alone.

"You okay?" Y/n asked softly, glancing over her shoulder.

"Hmm?" Billie blinked. "Yeah. Perfect."

Y/n smiled. "You're being so nice today."

"Just taking care of my girl."

Y/n didn't respond, but the corner of her mouth lifted, and Billie caught it–the way she tucked her chin like she was embarrassed, the faint blush that had nothing to do with the sun. Billie wanted to lean down and kiss that exact spot just below her ear, whisper something about how unfair it was to look that good while reading Jane Eyre by the pool like a sexy little scholar.