𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

Good Lovin'

I'll Make Love To You
"Baby tonight is your night, and I will do you right"

Billie POV
"I'm proud of you." Victoria said.

I smiled.

"Me too.. I finally didn't make it about myself. It felt so natural. I didn't know I was capable of being a comforting person." I replied.

"Being genuine is the best way to decolonize yourself." She told me.

"Hey.. I'm sorry for the shit I'll dump on you. About your community and stuff. Well, not the community—about your history. Your identity. Black people. I-I know it's annoying to hear how shitty I've treated your brothers and sisters alike. I'm also sorry for that "two-minute therapist" shit I said about you." I apologized.

She nodded.

"Your growth was my apology—your vocal one, shows me that I've been paying attention correctly.. but, girl, I ain't really need an apology—I read you for filth, boo. That wasn't even the real me either. If we were playing Spades, Suge would've came out." She joked.

"Suge? Oh, that doesn't sound like someone I'd want to mess with.." I gulped.

"Act like you know.." She giggled.

"I'm thankful that you took your time with me, though. I really appreciate that." I thanked her.

"Girl, you're welcome." She replied.
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"He, uh..he p-put his hands on me." Lyriq vented, lying down on the couch.

"I'm so sorry, love." I frowned.

I hate violence—particularly domestic violence.

Control your fucking anger.

That's good coming from me; but, I've never put hands on someone that I've dated.

I mean, I've only dated one person—but, still, she doesn't have any DV story of me.

"A-and he called me worthless. He said I was pathetic, that I didn't deserve to live." She fiddled with her fingers.

"Come here." I stuck my arms out.

She stood up, slowly walking over to me. I caught her in my arms.

She straddled my lap, hugging me tightly.

"You're enough. You're worthy—you're so valuable. Fuck Jeremiah." I told her.

"You called me a deadbeat. That hurt my feelings—or, I'm sorry I brought it up-

"No, it's okay. I was talking from a place of hurt—you rejected me. Instead of taking it like an adult, I took it to heart. I said something hurtful to you. You aren't a deadbeat—you're willing. I just wanted to get under your skin; I'm sorry for the painful thing I said." I apologized.

She smiled.

She laid her head against my shoulder.

"Why didn't you wanna have sex with me?" She asked.

"What?" I blinked.

"The other night. When I got back from the support group. After I kissed you." She recapped.

"That's just your brain being comfortable with something new. Something that eased its worrying. I wanted to do it—but, you weren't in the right head space to make that decision. Atleast in my opinion." I replied.

She nodded.

"I wanted to do it. I thank you for your tim, but, it's not like I'm celibate." She told me.

I sighed.

"Babygirl, I'm showing up emotionally because I care about you, and you need that. I wanna actually show you that I changed—not just apologize. Because, an apology is the progress you make, just as much is it sincere. Okay?" I spoke.

"Just a quicky? I'm horny as fuck." She kissed on my neck.

Just like that, I got bricked up. Erected as fuck.

"You sure?" I asked her.

She nodded.

I picked up her bridal style, carrying her to the room.

I made sure to take good care of her. I made sure to show her the love I've held for 2.5 years. I was gentle, earnest, and respectful.

She deserved sex like that. Love like that.

Something older, something mature, something grown.