REESE

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          ... thanks to the shower and the lava that it produced with ease, steam had essentially, essentially overtaken the room, the couple within its confines too lost in their own world to give a damn. Forehead to forehead. Chest to chest. Arms wound around the other's body, his coming to rest at the small of her back and hers coming to a rest at his sides. Two brown eyes locked on one brown eye and one blue eye. It wasn't, well, wasn't everyday that the couple in question had had the opportunity to have moments like this.

             Work, hanging with family and friends, and keeping with news regarding the status of their school alongside carrying out the plan and doing whatever to keep it under wraps, there was little-to-no free time in sight and wouldn't be for some time, really; it didn't help at all that the woman in question and the mastermind, her half-brother, had been bound in the hospital for a good few weeks. Discharged a day prior to today, the siblings couldn't have been happier to be home. (Fuck, I was bound in the ER with a combo of Hypothermia and Influenza B for about a week back in 2018 and ended up losing it on Day 2.) 

                Most of the adhesive left behind by those damned patches had been scrubbed from the woman in question's skin, leaving behind the dots and scars as a result from the two surgeries that had taken place during the stay. <I've got it.> Billy carefully, carefully brought both of his hands to Reese's face before capturing her lips for a kiss; Reese wasn't, Hell, wasn't complaining. The biting, biting urge to say, "Fuck it!" and, well, and fuck, was strong, especially after having to abstain, but... it would have to wait.

                  "I know," Billy cooed, breaking the kiss. "I know."

                  "This is bullshit!"

                  "Babe, if It's any consolation, I haven't done anything."

                  "Not even by yoursel -- what about with Sid?"

                  "Scout's honour."

                  "Pinky promise?"

                  "Pinky promise."

                   One of Reese's hands abandoned it's post, pinky up, and hung in the air; it was things like this that never, never, never failed bring a smile to Billy's face. Billy did the same and grasped her pinky with one of his own before leaning in to sneak yet another kiss, to which Reese happily, happily obliged. The faint, faint sound of ringing coming from the adjacent room wasted no time in catching both Reese and Billy's attention, prompting them to exchange a knowing glance or two, grab ahold of the other's hand, and exit the shower, not bothering with any towels. 

                      Making sure to keep Reese safely, safely at his side, Billy proceeded to cautiously, cautiously use his free hand to open the door, the room on the other side of the door coming into view. Who is it? Who? Who is it? Who is it? Oh. Um. Well... this is awkward. Oh. In the doorway leading to the hall stood Roman, his eyes widening in horror as he made eye contact with a naked Billy, his left hand grasping the door that he'd swung open in search of the phone only seconds prior! Reese stepped behind Billy while Roman covered his eyes and asked if they'd seen the phone. 

                        Billy sighed, shaking his head. "It's on my desk."

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