I couldn't have chosen a better person to fall for, she's mysterious and observant, My heart beats faster when I lay in her chest, riddled with anxiety she calms me, her fragrance is intoxicating but it's to soon to tell her I love her so I continuously thank her for being my savior. I look at her as she sleeps and whisper,
"I love you Billie" laying next to her makes me feel safe and yet I often times get sick with guilt at the thought of me burdening her, interrupting her life with my tragedy,my damaged body my poisoned thoughts and anxiety.
Billie doesn't deserve to be vacuumed sealed in my horror story but..... I can't leave I just can't she holds me tightly as if I'll leave again, I turn over and it breaks her sleep she holds me tighter.
I made my mind that I'm going to make love to her, Physical poetry, rhythmic storytelling between her and I that will seal our hearts forever no matter what comes.
I turned over to face her and kissed her gently attempting to wake her up, it wasn't shortly after she did, she looked puzzled and ask, "what's are you doing mood?" I didn't answer just continued, she lifted her body waking up more realizing what was happening was no dream. "Moody, are you sure you wanna do this ?" She asked as she kissed me back holding my face in her hands as she often does. She searches for the honest answers in my eyes instead of hearing me speak them, "yes I'm sure" I whispered, kissing her soft lips moving slowly to her neck.
Hesitant but willing she opened up for me giving me front row seats to her orchestra. If I could compare it to anything, I'd compare it to a brewing storm southing and aggressive a slow relaxed build up that leads to a flood.
"Moody, I love you " she said as she finished making me blush, causing my body to spasm. I looked down at her, into those golden brown eyes glitter and I asked, "is that how you really feel? Or is that how you feel in the moment?" praying for the right answer.
She got up and laid me down as she got back in bed, her warm skin pressing against mine looking at me until til I became blurred "I love you foreal mood".
I began to tear up and kissed her back to sleep but not before saying "I love you too bae, always "
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When Billie Met Moody
RomanceA Toxic Codependent Relationship between 2 women who feel like like their only chance at survival is by seeking refuge is each other, As the story unfolds they'll soon realize that they just aren't enough.