Panic // Billie Eilish

F O U R

She bites her lip making my head spiral.

"Fuck, stop taunting me Billie" I say, wrapping my arms around her neck, in attempt to pull her closer. She holds her place, staring down at me, her eyes glinting with mischief as she licks her lips. She dips her head down by my ear, sending shivers through my whole body when I feel her warm breath on my skin.

"What do you wan't Talia. Tell me" She huskily whispers, her lips brushing slightly, over my earlobe. She notices how my breath hitches through this contact and starts to nibble on my earlobe. I let out a whimper, taking one of my hands from her neck and wrapping it around Billie's wrist which is resting on my stomach. I push her hand down my body slightly, wanting the growing ache between my legs to be tended to. 

Billie looks into my eyes cheekily. "What are you doing Talia" She teases, pulling a confused face. I roll my eyes in frustration. She leans down and presses her lips to mine. 

Finally. 

I melt into the kiss, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She takes this as a challenge and wrestles her tongue against mine, fighting for dominance. I feel her hand start to slide towards my heat. I start to sweat. She suddenly stops. 

"Why are you sleeping in here" she says. I look at her, confused.

"Why you sleeping in here?" Tristan whispers in my ear, causing me to jump up from my sleeping position in shock. I clap my hand over my chest "Ay yo it's aight, just me Tal" he says with a chuckle. "Billie said you were in here-"

"Billie's still here?" I ask, my face turning red as I think about the dream I just had.

"Yeh she's downstairs in the kitchen. She's making vegan pancakes. Conan's still sleeping in your room." I nod nervously. I need to calm down. "Why you so jumpy" he asks, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"You haven't apologised." True statement, but not the real reason I'm jumpy.

"Yeh, that's why I'm here. I'm sorry" He says genuinely, his brown eyes looking into mine. He sits quietly waiting for me to respond. He looks really desperate, his leg bouncing and his fingers tapping on his knee rapidly. I give in and lean on him, causing him to wrap his arms around me.

I hug him back, laying a kiss in the crook of his neck. After sitting in silence for a few minutes, stewing in my guilt because of my makeout session with Billie last night, and the heated dream I had, Tristan suddenly picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder.

"I'm hungry" he says, taking me downstairs.

"Fuck, Tris put me down!" I laugh. He laughs it off, not realising that I'm deadly serious. I start kicking my legs and punching his back.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. This cant be happening... Seeing Billie and Tristan in the same room will give me a heart attack. I hardly know Billie and have no clue what she is going to do.

"Yo Billie, pancakes for two" Tris says, placing me down on the kitchen bench next to Billie who is focused on making pancakes. Her eyes flicker up at us momentarily. 

"Coming right up Tristan" Billie says, bitterness evident in her voice as her eyes flicker over to us. 

Tris leans himself in between my legs, on the countertop. He peppers kisses all over my collarbone and I quickly glance over at Billie to make sure she's not watching. She is. And she looks... Jealous. Nah, she couldn't be... I'm just a fuck-around-with-for-one-night-girl to her.

"I'ma go take a deuce" Tristan says, picking up a pancake and shoving it into his mouth. I shove his shoulder, pulling a disgusted face at his lack of manners. A few seconds and Billie and I are alone. Again.