Characters; Bill Skarsgård, Female OC: Amelia
Dedication; anonymous
Warnings; intimacy, sexual relationship
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Amelia lay sprawled across her bed, jet-black hair thrown around her in spread out strings. A soft stream of air was blown from her cherry gloss lips, whistling as it passed through. A loud creak was let through her home, a signal that the front door was opening; that Bill was returning from his audition.
Typically she would spring up, meet him at the door. Now, she was lying comfortably in one of his flannel shirts, a tank top and shorts. She was half ready to fall asleep - not get up to walk to the door, though she had wanted badly to greet her boyfriend. He would likely think it was weird that she hadn't greeted him upon his return.
Instead of her getting up, Bill climbed the stairs with loud thumps. He hadn't taken off his shoes even though Amelia had pestered him about tracking dirt in the house nearly daily. The door to their shared bedroom swung open, Bill's smiling, shining face appearing in the doorway.
"Bill!" Amelia drew out, holding her arms out in a 'hug me' position. As he enveloped her body in his searing warmth, Amelia wrapped her arms around him. He smelled like cigarette smoke and Calvin Klein cologne. That was the way he always smelled.
"I missed you, B." She said, her legs wrapping around his torso to pull him further into her. She kissed the side of his cheek before snuggling his head into the crook of his neck. He barely had any stubble - he had most certainly shaved earlier that morning.
"Missed you too, Lia," he whispered into her ear, leaning back to leave a lingering kiss on her lips. "You've gotta let me go so I can take my shoes off, though."
Amelia let out a long sigh, releasing Bill from her tight grip, though not before giving him one last tight squeeze. Hugging him was like cuddling with a six-foot-four teddy bear. He was always warm and always comforting.
"How did the audition go?" She asked, scooting to the headboard and pulling his flannel tighter around her. It was incredibly large on her and insanely soft.
"It went great," he said in an almost fanboyish tone. "I got to do my eye thing."
"Oh, God!" Amelia cried out, cupping her face in her slender hands. "You know how much I hate the eye thing, Bill." She once again drew out the ending syllable of his name, this time in a whine. Bill smirked, slipping his shoes off quickly.
"This eye thing?" Bill asked, crawling toward her from the bottom of the bed, his lazy left eye swinging outward. It made the hair on the back of Amelia's neck stand straight up and goosebumps form on her arms.
"Bill, stop it!" Amelia gasped, a giggle in her airy voice. "I hate it so much!"
Bill continued to crawl until Amelia was pushing against his shoulders and he was hovering over her at the top of their bed.
"Well," Bill said, his legs on either side of hers, "that's a shame, isn't it?"
His eye lazed further left, a shiver running down Amelia's spine. With a large smile, Bill reorientated his eye, staring straight at Amelia with a wide smile still on his slim face.
