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꧁ [𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐜𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲.] ꧂
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The sun beamed through the curtains as she watched his bare chest rise up and down. Her lips were parted slightly as she watched him in his most peaceful state.

Sam had been awake for what felt like minutes but in reality was hours. The issue was that she simply couldn't get up and make breakfast for everyone.

Firstly, Susan and Neil didn't know she was there and they'd give Billy shit for it. Secondly, her jeans had been disregarded the night before and she had no clue where they were.

So instead she watched Billy sleep as some type of adrenaline rushed in her veins, begging her to go outside for a run or to get up and do anything.

Billy shifts in his sleep and groans as the sunlight hits his face. "Fuck," He mutters before pulling his pillow over his face.

Aware that he's somewhat awake, Sam gets closer, snuggling against his shirtless chest. Billy doesn't even have to think twice before wrapping one of his arms around her, pulling her closer. She can't help but smile at the gesture.

Billy feels her eyes on him and removes the pillow with a fake frown, "It's not nice to stare."

She smiles and rolls her eyes, "And it's not nice to ignore your company."

Ah, and there it is. The smile that after yesterday night, he missed.

He looks down at her, "How long have you been up?"

Her smile flattens a little, "Uh, a couple minutes." She lies but attempts a settling smile.

Billy raises his brow, not believing her.

She rolls her eyes, "Okay, a couple hours." And before he can say anything, she continues. "I'm fine. I guess I just wasn't sleepy."

Truth was, she felt as if her eyes would shut at any given moment but something didn't allow her to rest. She had tried but it was useless, she'd startled awake within minutes.

Billys brows furrow but he doesn't say anything, knowing there's nothing else to say except the same question he had repeated many times yesterday, What's wrong? But he was also aware that she hadn't answered and wouldn't until she wanted to.

Sam sits up on the bed, her legs tucked under her. "What are we doing today?" Her smiles gleams and her eyes wander around the room, as if she hadn't been there multiple times.

Billy sits up against the headboard, "Whatever you wanna do, baby. The world is ours." He laughs at the end of his sentence.

Sam rolls her eyes playfully, "Jesus, when did you get so corny?" She giggle and moves into straddling Billy's hips.

She smiles, aware that she is moving against his groin and making him shift against her. "The world is ours, huh?" She whispers against his mouth.

Billy doesn't say or do anything, mesmerized by her, all of her. It was usually Billy who made the first move, but every so often she liked surprising him.

Sam's hand wanders on his chest as the other begins messing with his pants. She pushes her lips against his, causing him to groan when she bites his bottom lip, ever so softly that it only turns him on more, his groin growing in his pants.

"Sam-" Billy attempts to interrupt, he felt like he was taking advantage of her vulnerability.

Her hand finally undoes his pants, "No, I want this." She says, almost pleading him with her eyes to allow her.

Billy sighs and caresses her cheek, "Fuck, Sam." He whispers before he grabs her jaw and pulls her lips on his.

Billy quickly flips them over, her hands tangle in his hair and his hands trail on her body.

Billy loved every inch of her body, every curve and crevices. Absolutely everything.

Sam raises her hands as Billy slips her (or rather his) t-shirt off, giving him a view of her exposed chest. His eyes gleam with excitement and her breath gets heavy as he admires her.

They quickly connect once again and Sam groans quietly when he kisses her neck, down to her collar, then kisses her breasts.

Every nerve in her body tingled with excitement at the thought of having Billy in her again. It had been weeks since he had touched her like this and she was over the moon to have his hands all over her.

Billy moves down to leave small, wet kisses down her stomach and teasingly leaving kisses on her upper thighs.

Sam takes a sharp breath, "Billy."

His eyes meet hers, full of lust. Sam watches as his fingers hinge around her underwear slowly slipping them down her legs.

Her heart quickens and the urge to yell at him to hurry grows every passing second. Billy enjoys watching her squirm as his fingertips trace her legs, in control of when and where he touched her.

"Please," she whimpers as she feels his hot breath on her upper legs, teasing her entrance.

Her mouth opens lightly when Billy's fingers trail to her entrance and then he holds his fingers still and looks up at her.

Her hands are wrapped around the sheets in fists, waiting for Billy to give her what she wanted.

Billy smiles and looks in her eyes, "What do you want, baby?"

Her teeth clench and her knuckles go white as her fist clench even more. "For fucks sake, Billy-"

Sam's head rolls back and quiet moans fills the room as Billy sinks his finger inside her, sending her into a world of pleasure and ecstasy.

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