Knock Knock.
My head instantly darted towards the door.
I knew who it was but even just the thought of the conversation that was to come, scared me.
I quickly composed myself and checked my mascara in the mirror before approaching the handle.
I pulled it open.
She looked good. Better than good.
The vibrant blue hair that started fading was now once again full in color.
And the last thing I had noticed was her eyes.
They seemed brighter.
The ocean blue seemed to be filled with so much sadness just months before. It was like an ocean polluted by the pain others had caused.
Pain I had caused.
Now the swampy yet beautiful blue had changed. It was bright, as if the sun shone directly above the waters and sent ripples of light through her iris.
"Are you gonna let me in or..." Billie trailed off awkwardly.
It was in that moment that I noticed I was staring at her.
Damn those eyes.
I facepalmed myself quickly, letting her in.
She frowned at the palm that connected to my forehead just seconds before but refrained from commenting.
"Can I uh- you want anything to drink?" I asked nervously.
"Nah I'm good thanks." She replied and plopped down on my couch.
She positioned herself in such a way that her legs were wide open, revealing her crotch area.
My cheeks heated up and I coughed nervously.
Why the hell was I so flustered.
"Okay Let's get serious for a second. Why the hell is Sam Watson still a living, breathing organism?"
The question shocked me.
"Huh?" I asked.
"That dick thought he could touch my girl and escape without a fucking scratch?" She continued to ramble to nobody in particular, voice raising an octave.
"Billie calm down."
"Are you alright!?" She seemed as if something clicked in her mind as she asked me.
"Billie-"
She got up from her place and moved over to me, checking the side of my cheek.
I felt her small fingers graze over the still stinging mark and I winced.
"Shit I'm sorry." She apologized.
This time it wasn't another action that stopped me.
It was our proximity.
She was dangerously close to me.
There was a quick pause of silence that Billie quickly decided to break.
She leaned close to my ear and whispered.
"You know I can treat you better than he can." She whispered/sang quietly.
I took notice to the fact that she replaced the lyrics. You with I, meaning I knew as well.
Everyone knew.
My breath hitched at how quickly such a casually awkward situation could turn so intimate and tender.
A pair of lips attached to my neck, peppering kisses along the base.
"Billie..." This time it came out as a moan and my eyes widened at the sound.
She laughed, lips still attached to me, the feeling sending vibrations throughout my body.
She began to lightly suck on the area.
Before I could stop her or utter another word, Billie's lips detached from me.
"Mine." She said quietly, before stepping back.
She began her trek to the door before remembering something for the second time.
She approached the door and turned back to face me.
"I'm going to get you back." She vowed, before opening the door and making her exit.
I sighed, calming down from the encounter.
Nervously, I decided to approach the mirror and check for a confirmation of my suspicions.
And sure enough, right on the base of my neck, was a mark.
Her mark.
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I'm so sorry for this wimpy excuse for an update once more.
A bitch is really struggling.
Alsooo.
I considered starting an update schedule but I decided to shoot that idea down for now.
I am a very spontaneous person and writer, so it is a lot easier for me to post randomly.
Soon enough I will probably change that to post maybe on Mondays?
What days would you like to see updated from me....
Welp that's really it ahaha.
Thanks for reading my loves! <3
