REESE

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        Soon, all three sets of eyes were on Casey as she worked to process the string of words that'd come out of Reese's mouth a moment prior. Reese rolled her eyes before closing them once again, nestling her face into the crook of Billy's neck. Billy hugged Reese a bit tighter. Stu took another swig of beer. Casey finally stilled. So, before the intrusion, the group had been in the middle of watching Hellraiser, with one Reese, Billy, and Stu paying extra special attention to the more gruesome scenes and Casey averting her gaze when it came to said scenes; Casey opted to try to engage in some small talk.

            3... 2... 1.

            The four soon found themselves engaged in a discussion about relationships, specifically their relationships. Casey suggested the four have a double date, but Reese was... iffy, to say the least. Billy and Stu exchanged knowing looks. Reese shrugged. There's always the beach. Hell, what about the theatre? The park? As long as it wasn't too people-y, Reese might be down. 

             So.

             So.

             So.

             So... have you?

             So. 

             Without skipping a beat, Reese, who had long since resorted to cuddling up to Billy, uttered a simple "Yes. And?" and waited for the sleep that loomed on the horizon to take her as Billy just about choked on his drink, his face splattered red! Stu playfully punched Billy's arm, congratulating him. As stated at the beginning of this chapter, Casey's jaw dropped halfway to the floor.

               Memories of the event in question flashed through Billy's mind, prompting him to pull her even closer in his attempt to hide the bulge beginning to form in his jeans! It wasn't like Billy was shy or anything -- this guy was nowhere near shy, if y'all know what I mean. --, but... still. <Whatever ~> Reese shifted in Billy's grip, pretty much sealing her fate of needing a walker in the morning. 

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                   Beads of sweat dripped from their bodies and onto the bedding, below, as Billy tossed the condom into the nearby bin before collapsing at Reese's side, the latter trying to catch her breath. A walker would probably be needed. A walker would definitely be needed. 4. Four rounds. 5. Five rounds, maybe. 

                    Reese gasped, "... I should tease you more often." 

                    The mattress dipped ever so slightly as Billy instinctively cuddled closer to Reese, lay his head on her chest, and took to listening to her heartbeat, letting out a sigh as she gently began to card her fingers through his tousled hair; Billy needed this. The group still had a week before the film was set to begin. One week. One week. One week.

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                       "So," Casey blurted. "I could totally see them naming their daughter after Regan from The Exorcist." 

                         Stu shrugged, "Pamela, maybe. Reese looooves Friday the 13th."

                        "There's also Rosemary."

                        "Frankie, as in The Bride of Frankenstein?"

                        "Hm..."

                        "My final vote goes to Frankie. You?"

                        "Hm... I would have to say Regan."

                        "What do you think they'll opt for if it's a Boy?"