All the secrets of a fangirl | B. E. Story |

66.O Different kind of pancakes.

Billie's p.o.v

"Bro, no mint green is so fucking gay." I gasped at Lana grabbing the color swatches from the wall, comparing every shade of green there was in this world next to each other.

"You are so fucking gay." Gasping again at her answer i rolled my eyes, ticking my nails against the shoppingcart. 'Patiently' waiting for my girlfriend, who still wasn't done picking out a colour for the wall in the living room.

We bought the farm, obviously. Mrs. Garcia, left just a few days after we did. Saying she was going to move in with her sister for a little time, before she would move into a retirement home. Lana going crazy the minute she could pick up the keys, making me go to Ikea and shit just to find stuff before we even moved in.

"La-" i'd let out a loud laugh when she turned around, frustration on her face and anger in her eyes. Pretty done with my whiny voice, i sighed and leaned against the shoppingcart. Pulling my beanie down my ears because i couldn't listen to her anymore. "Alright.."

"Okay we're done." I looked up into her eyes who stared into mine, pretty intimidating for her. "Alright." She laid her finger on my lips, giggling before leaning in to give a kiss and bite my bottom lip. "Now, we're really done." We both left the store, to get inside the car and head to the farm.

"Wait, stop here." Lana voice caught my attention when she pointed at a restaurant beside the road. "Paaaaaancakes." Ofcourse i can't say no to her, so i parked the car, a loud sigh leaving my mouth before looking at her with furrowed eyebrows.

"Pancakes." I gave in to her, getting out of the car following her inside. The place was pretty cute, looking like an old cafe from the 80's. Lana sat down in the corner, i'd let my hand go through my hair while i sat down beside her. "You hyped for your pancakes, huh?"

"Babe, of course." U could hear her mumble while she was looking into the menu, picking whatever she wanted.

I let my fingers trail down her back, making circles with my fingers while I could feel her arch her back, letting her head hung back of the feeling. "Bill."

I let out a frustrated sigh by her voice saying my name. "I really don't have the patience to wait any longer."

"Mhm, daddy.. Patience?" While a soft moan left her lips, i gasped for air after she just did that in public.

"If you want pancakes, behave." I laid my hand down her upper thigh and squeezed it softly as the waitress walked to the table and asked us what we wanted. Of course both ordering chocolate chip ones.

When she laid her head on my shoulder, I trailed my hands upwards and started stroking softly above her tight leggings that were perfect for this moment. I could hear a soft moan leave her mouth, and I pulled her hair softly when she did, looking around me if no one actually saw us.

"You better be quiet princess." I mumbled, stroking harder.

It was pretty quiet in the restaurant, there weren't many people besides an old couples sitting near the window. I could basically do what i want, since no one would see. And its kinda hot in public, isn't it.

With the thought of that, i'd slid my fingers into her panties. Lana gasped, making me smile immediately when she did. I could feel her wetness all over my fingers when I went up and down her slid, slightly teasing when I softly stroked her clit.

I let out a laugh when the waitress brought us our drinks, luckily not noticing anything.

I started stroking harder, using two fingers as I did. Making Lana softly moan into my ear, when she started to moan louder I pulled my hand out of her pants and looked at her.