Would you Swallow all your Pride?

Chapter Fifty-Five: Lust.

A/N: There you go, you filthy animals ;)

Once the second bottle of wine had come to an end, both decided it was time for bed. They made their way to the bedroom with silly giggles, wine clouding their movements. As Wilhemina followed to the bathroom, Billie waited outside; she sat down on the edge of the bed and looked around, taking in the room that was, by now, becoming way too familiar. Her sight took longer than it normally would to fixate on things, which caused her to close her eyes and lean back on the mattress as she took a deep breath. Lavender invaded her lungs and nose. I want to smell it forever. After a second, Billie Dean got up to start getting changed; clumsily, she took her dress off, followed by her tights and bra. As she turned around to reach for her bag, Venable opened the bathroom door and took a step into the bedroom, eyes going up and body instantly freezing. They both stared at each other.

Oh God. Wilhemina held her cane tight, brown eyes refusing to look away and feet refusing to turn around. She gulped. I have too much alcohol in my system to properly function. Billie stared at her with crimson cheeks and a small smile, making no efforts to cover herself. Venable was quite sure her cheeks had gotten to the color of cherries. Forcing herself to snap out of it, Wilhemina blinked twice and looked down. "I—I'm sorry, I didn't—I didn't k-know you were changing." Her knuckles turned white as she squeezed the cane. Lace. Baby blue.

"It's okay, darling," Billie Dean was quick to say as she, as well, felt herself frozen in place. Her heart had sped up, head buzzing.

Hesitantly, Venable looked up again. She gulped, allowing her brown eyes to linger a little longer on Billie; on her legs, on the smooth curvature of her navel, on her stomach, on her waist and ribs, on her breasts—oh, her breasts—and, finally, back up again at honey eyes. She was sure her legs were going to give out at any moment, for they felt like jello as her lower stomach had, inevitably, begun to burn. I've never seen anyone as beautiful. Wilhemina wetted her lips, for they had gone dry. Her knuckles kept on squeezing the cane, mind blank and, at the same time, full of not-so-appropriate thoughts all unfiltered by the wine. Her thighs... Now on full display, Venable was sure they were even more gorgeous than what she had pictured in her head, full of freckles and looking oh so soft. I want to kiss her. I want to touch her. I want to do whatever she wants. "I..." Venable breathed out. Her eyes struggled not to go down to Billie Dean's chest again, but how could they when her breasts were right there, looking the perfect size and nipples erected from the chill midnight breeze? She had no choice but to cave in, it was a lost battle the moment the alcohol got its hold on her. "Billie..."

I need her. I want her. Billie Dean wasn't sure she was strong enough to hold herself; not with the way honey eyes lingered on her, not with the way Wilhemina so clearly desired her. "Yes?" she breathed back.

"I..." Venable couldn't get herself to speak, and if the wine weren't so pleasingly shutting her nerves down, she was sure her mind would be screaming all kinds of degrading words to her. But it wasn't. And she felt good. Just be honest. She doubted she could do anything else in that moment. "Y-you are fucking gorgeous." Opening up a coy smile, Billie stayed there, standing still, eyes on her and body on display. Gulping as she gathered enough strength, Wilhemina slowly began to walk towards Billie Dean; it was as if her body responded before her mind could, eyes fixated on honey ones, lips panting. As Venable got closer, Billie instantly reached for her waist and pulled her towards herself, stomach twisting and turning. Now, face to face, their breaths mingled together. Billie Dean licked her lips. With steadier hands than she assumed they would be, Wilhemina reached for Billie's bare waist, which caused her cane to fall to the floor with a low thump that was ignored by both. The milky, absurdly soft skin below her palms warmed Venable's body, leaving her tingling all over as she felt two arms wrap themselves around her shoulders. "Billie..." Venable tried again, words merely a whisper as her digits indulged on the skin, tracing it as if it were the finest silk there ever was.