melancholia. [ ALTERNATE SPIN-OFF ] [ BILLY HARGROVE ]

xvii. CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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warning: mature language,
mature intimate scene
(if i must define it, i mean sex)

     The Impala stopped in front of the apartment building, Billy looking to Mary in nervousness. 

     "If we leave... I'd be leaving behind college, you know?" Billy asked, raising an eyebrow at her. "I mean, no one would want to hire me when I get older. No one will hire you." 

     "Well, I was thinking," Mary started, sitting up in her seat. "I realize we've always had this California Dream. But what if we moved to... I don't know, New York?" Billy looked to her in shock, but he couldn't really disagree. "Look, I know what you're going to say. It gets too cold in the winter, all that. But, Billy, trust me. It wouldn't be like New York, New York. It'd probably be somewhere just outside of New York. You know, like the suburbs." 

    "Why don't we just move to the Midwest, then?" Billy asked with a small shrug. 

    "God, no one likes the Midwest," Mary said, leaning back in her seat. 

     "I mean, it's a good place for local music. You could get noticed," Billy persuaded, Mary scoffing slightly.

     "I think the music thing has sailed. I just have to get through some form of community college," Mary said, taking a deep breath. 

     "Hey, you shouldn't give up just because of... your small set back," Billy told her, dancing around what he meant. "How about we go to Chicago first, both finish out college there, then figure out the rest after that? Does that sound good?" Mary took a deep breath, then looked to Billy again. 

     "You really want to leave California?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. 

     "As long as I'm with you, I'll go anywhere," Billy told her, leaning over and kissing her softly. Once he pulled back, Mary gave him a small smile. He laced their fingers together, running his thumb over the back of her hand. "We'll be out of here in a week, okay?" 

     "Okay," Mary nodded slightly. "In the meantime, I think I need to go shopping for new clothes and a lot of toiletries." 

     "Oh, right," Billy nodded. He buckled back up, pulling out of the parking lot and driving away. 

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     The day following all of those shocking events was, to say the least, stressful. Billy had to go back to school, Mary had to apply to schools in Chicago, and she still had to keep a look out for any Russians looking for her.  In the end, they ended up being okay. They made it through the first few days without any trouble, until Thursday hit. 

     "Hey, since its my last day of classes, I want to go somewhere special tonight before we hit the road tomorrow," Billy said, taking Mary's hand in his. She rolled over on his bed, facing him now. 

     "Hm, like where?" she asked, running her other hand through his hair. 

     "What if we went to that restaurant we went to when we visited here? Remember that place?" Billy asked, raising an eyebrow at Mary. 

     "Last I checked, you had a problem with our waiter because he was hitting on me," Mary said with a small smile. "You made it pretty clear after that who was allowed to have sex with me." 

     "I did, that I did," Billy chuckled out. "But I just want a nice dinner before we leave." 

     "Okay, it's fine with me," Mary said with a small nod. She kissed him softly, hand finding the back of his head to pull him closer. He grabbed her waist, hands trailing up under her shirt. Mary let out a soft moan against his lips, sliding one of her legs over him. They parted from each others lips for a moment, Mary pulling his shirt off of him. She grabbed her own shirt, pulling it over her head. They immediately connected lips again, hands all over each other. Billy pulled back slightly, Mary opening her eyes to look at him in concern. "What's wrong?" 

     "It's just..." Billy trailed off, shutting his eyes for a moment. He opened them again, a hand reaching up to cup Mary's face. "I've had sex with you countless times, I've fucked you so hard that you have complained about not walking." Mary chuckled lightly, her fingers still running over his chest. "But this morning, I just want to make love to you. Nothing rough and fast, just slow and steady at our own pace. Can I do that?" Mary smiled lightly at him, giving him a nod yes. He gripped her by the waist, turning her over on the bed. He stood and opened the top drawer of his bedside table, grabbing a condom from there. He pushed his underwear down, pumping his dick a few times to get himself ready. He slid the condom on, then turned to Mary and climbed on top of her. He pulled the bed sheets over them, looking to her in anticipation. "Ready?" 

     "Yeah," she told him. Billy took a deep breath, then pushed himself into her slowly. Mary bit her lip at the feeling, not used to it after two years of nothing. Billy thrust slowly into her at first, giving both of them time to adjust. Eventually, he picked up his pace, but not that much.

     "I love you so much," Billy told her, sounding almost out of breath. 

     "I love you, too," Mary said, gripping onto his wrist a bit more. "I want this forever." Billy looked down at her, still keeping his pace as he was thrusting. 

     "Really?" he asked. 

     "Yes, I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I want more days like this, fuck, I want you forever, Billy," Mary told him, leaning up and kissing him. He could feel her walls tensing, which meant she was close. Mary let go of his slowly, looking down between them to see him sliding in and out of her. The sight was enough to make the pinch in her stomach break, Mary breathing out as she climaxed. She moaned, gripping his wrists and arching her back slightly. Billy felt it wash over his dick, and he went a bit faster to reach his own climax. He moaned upon releasing, body shaking from the climax. He slowed his pace as he went in and out of her, riding himself down. He pulled himself fully out of her, stepping off the bed and pulling off the condom. He tied it and threw it away, then looked to Mary to see she was pulling her underwear back up. He grabbed his, pulling it up and going to the bed again. Mary pushed herself up on her knee's to get eye level with him, and leaned her head against his lightly. 

     "You really want to spend forever with me?" he asked, pushing some of her hair out of her face. 

     "As long as I'm on this Earth, I want to be with you. I don't want anyone else by my side. I only want you, Billy Hargrove," Mary said, running her fingers up and down his arms gently. He kissed her almost immediately, pulling her as close to him as possible. Mary wrapped her arms around his neck, letting Billy pull her off the bed. Her feet touched the ground, and she pushed herself on her toes to reach him. Once them pulled back, Billy leaned his head against hers again. 

     "I love you, Mary Henderson, more than anything," he told her in a quiet voice. 

     "And I you," she responded. He smiled at her words, kissing her again. 

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     Olivia knocked on the door to Billy and Jackson's apartment. Jackson immediately sprung off the couch, going to the door in happiness that someone was there. He swung it open, smiling upon seeing it was Olivia standing there.

     "Thank god you're here, he has barely said anything to me since she got back," Jackson told her, shoulders sagging. "Also, he's leaving. They're both leaving and going to fucking Chicago."

     "I know, that's why I'm here," Olivia told him. "I'm going to try and talk him out of it." 

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okay, small announcement
please don't get mad at me:

i will only be updating...
monday...
wednesday...
and friday from now on...

i realize that its tuesday,
so i'm not going to update tomorrow
i'll update friday, and then monday,
and so on
i just don't have time to update this story everyday
so it's going to be MWF
sorry if that makes you sad :(

anyways, i hope you enjoyed this chapter :)