A/N: Got a little inspired ;) sorry it's so long, the interview was just too good. Anywhooo hope you like it

TW: Use of pet names, Oral B! Receiving, Fingering B! receiving, Strap on B! receiving, squirting, overstimulation, aannnd I think that's it?\

We just wrapped up our interview taping. Billie and I went to the snack table and chugged some water.

“Thank you for coming on, that was really fun,” I say, casually.

“Yeah, of course definitely. My mind is still absolutely blown,” she laughs.

One of the producers called me over and I nodded in his direction.

“I tend to have that effect on people. That was just one of the ways I can be mind blowing,” I say with a wink as I head to the producers' cameras. 

I don’t look back, but I know she’s still standing there frozen and I chuckle to myself.

I’m looking over a couple of the shots, giving my okay to some pieces. I notice out of the corner of my eye that Billie keeps looking in my direction. I lock eyes with her and raise my brow and smirk, she instantly turns red.

I give my last couple thoughts to my producer and as I start walking to chat with everyone in the production area, Billie high tails it out of the area. 

I’m not done, I think to myself.

I ask one of the members of her team where she went. He just shrugged and said she looked like she needed a breather in her room. 

“Mind if I go check on her?” I ask.

“Of course, sometimes she needs someone to help bring her back to earth.”

I go into her room and as soon as I close the door, the chaos and noise of the studio goes mute.

Billie’s standing in front of the vanity and when she sees me in the reflection of the mirror, she freezes.

I lean against the door, casually, like this situation was completely normal.

“Hi,” I say, a little too pleased with myself.

Billie blinked once, “you can’t just sneak into people’s rooms.”

“Someone on your team let me in. Zach, I think his name was?”

“That…feels fake,” she says.

“He said, and I quote, ‘sometimes she needs someone to help bring her back to earth.’ “

Her expression flattened instantly, “I’m so firing him.”

I laugh, “you looked a little overwhelmed out there.”

“I was not overwhelmed,” she says in the most confident voice.

I just stared at her and she uncapped her makeup remover with unnecessary aggression. “You were being weird.”

I cock my head, “weird?”

“You kept flirting with me on camera.”

“I asked if I was distracting,” I grin.

“Yeah, that’s not a normal interview question,” she says, looking like she’s trying to keep her composure.

“I was asking professionally,” I state.

“You literally bit your lip after!” 

“Professional curiosity,” I shrug.

She stares at me for a long second before muttering, “you’re evil.”

I grin, “and yet you invited me into your room.”

“I absolutely did not.”

“You didn’t tell me to leave,” I quip back.

She doesn’t say anything, and instead she rearranges her things on the vanity, trying to find something to do with her hands.

I walk closer to her, “my favorite part was the bra strap thing.”

She stopped mid organization.

“...I don’t know what you mean.”

“Really?” I lean against the counter beside her, “because your reaction suggested otherwise.”

“That was…that wasn’t a reaction.”

I giggle, “You literally said ‘oh’ and lost your train of thought.”

She exhales, “okay, wow. That’s humiliating.”

“It was cute.”

“It was not cute. It was a normal human response.”

At this point I can’t tell if she’s trying to convince me, or herself.

“To me fixing my bra strap?” I ask with a raised brow.

“You adjusted it weirdly!”

“I literally pulled it back onto my shoulder.”

“Yeah, on camera.”

She’s still looking down at her toiletries and I can tell her response didn’t even make sense to her.

“And you looked at me like I’d just kissed you.”

Her eyes finally meet mine, in utter horror. I noticed it immediately and I visibly had to fight another smile.

“Oh my god,” she mutters, dragging both hands down her face. “You cannot say things like that and then look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you know what you’re doing.”

“I do know what I’m doing,” I say innocently.

“That’s kind of a problem,” she says, shaking her head.

I move closer again, slow enough to give her every opportunity to back away.

She didn’t. 

“You got so shy after that,” I say softly. “It was kind of fascinating.”

“I was not shy.”

“You couldn’t even make eye contact with me!” I don’t hold back my laugh this time.

“I was collecting myself.”

“You were giggling.”

She points at me accusingly, “you kept smirking at me.”

“Because you’re really pretty when you blush.”

She looks down again, hiding her face. But I know she’s blushing again.

“You know,” I say thoughtfully, taking another step closer. “You portray yourself as much bolder than you actually are.”

She’s looking back in the mirror now and blinks, “what?”

“The interviews, onstage, red carpets…” I gesture. “You’ve got this whole untouchable thing going on. Very confident, very dangerous.”

“I am confident,” she grumbles.

“I’m sure you are.”

She crosses her arms, “okay, now you’re mocking me.”

“A little,” I feel my mouth twitch. “Because the second someone flirted first, you completely fell apart.”

Her eyes are back on me now, “I do not fall apart.”

“You’re doing it right now.”

“I’m literally standing here.”

I look down at her lips and back up to her eyes, “barely.”

“You’re standing too close,” she states, like that clearly is the issue. Like the tension that’s getting thicker by the second isn’t the issue.

I flick to her lips again and I swear I can see her brain short circuit. 

“Dude, this is evil behavior.”

I hum, “you think so?”

Her mouth twitches, “yes.”

“I think you like it,” I whisper in a seductive voice.

She opened her mouth. 

Nothing came out.

The tension had gone from playful to unbearable, filling the room with this charged silence. 

I watch her carefully, my eyes keep flicking from her lips to her eyes, debating. 

Meanwhile Billie was trying-and failing-not to visibly react to how close I am.

“You’re nervous again,” I murmur.

“No, I’m not.”

“Your breathing changed.”

“You’re insane,” this time her eyes met my lips.

“And you’re flustered,” I point out.

“I hate that you can tell,” she mutters.

“I can tell everything right now,” 

“You’re making it impossible for me to think straight.”

I smile wider, a little surprised at her confession.

I step even closer.

“Can I kiss you?” I ask softly.

She blinks like she hadn’t expected the question at all after all the teasing.

“...please,” she whispers.

I grab her chin, pulling it up, and capture her lips. She lets out the faintest startled sound against my mouth, before immediately melting into it. Her hand instinctively grabs lightly at my sleeve, like she needed something steady.

Her lips are soft and full, a hint of mint on them. 

I move slowly, giving her the chance to back away if she wants. 

She doesn’t.

I kiss her harder, more full of meaning. She kisses me back the same, her hand gripping me tighter. My hands find her waist and push her back until she’s against the vanity.

I don’t ask permission when I slide my tongue into her mouth. She whines the second our tongues meet.

I smirk against her mouth. 

The kiss gets sloppy, growing with need.

My hands tangle in the back of her hair, and I pull her head back by her hair. She gasps.

My lips find her neck, placing sloppy wet kisses along the length of it. 

I slot my leg in between hers,pushing into her core.

 “Fuck,” she gasps.

I lick up the entirety of her neck, to her jaw, and capture her back into a kiss.

Her hips are squirming against my leg and I have to bite back my giggle.

I pull back to look at her, “do you have a problem?”

She looks at me like I just asked her the world's hardest math question.

“I-uh. Yeah?”

I don’t hide my giggle this time. Instead I grab her hips, guiding us both backwards to the couch. 

I sit down and she stares at me dumbfounded.

I pat my lap, “sit.”

She looks surprised at my order, but obeys.

She straddles my lap, waiting for me to make a move.

I pull her face to meet mine, and the desperate make out continues.

Her hands grip my shoulders and mine find her ass. I grab it hard and it makes her sigh into me. 

She starts rocking her hips against me, grinding.

My grip on her ass becomes harder, helping her roll against me. I can feel the heat radiating off her pussy over my clothes.

I move my hands and slip them under her shorts, rubbing the tops of her thighs. Goosebumps quickly follow in their wake. Even her kisses stutter. 

“God,” she sighs into my mouth.

I pull back, and she looks an absolute mess. Lips swollen and red, pupils blown so wide the blue in her eyes barely noticeable, her cheeks a way darker shade of pink than they’d been all day.

I hum and she squirms on my lap.

“Take your clothes off,” I tell her.

She wastes no time in peeling herself from my lap and fumbling out of her clothes.

She sits back on my lap and kisses me like her life depends on it, instantly returning to her grinding. 

I run my hands up and down her back and I feel her jerk with chills. 

Her hands touch the buttons of my shirt, “can I?”

I nod.

While my tongue attacks hers, she unbuttons my shirt and pulls it as far down my shoulders as she can.

My hands weave from her back to her boobs, gently kneading them, making her breath stutter.

I pinch her nipple and the softest moan escapes her lips. 

I push her up right and just stare at her.

Her blush deepens, “what?”

“You’re so fucking pretty,” I say.

I lean into her boob, lightly licking the top of it until I meet her nipple. I give it a flick with the tip of my tongue and her fingernails dig into my shoulder. I wrap my lips fully around the erect pink nub and she gasps as she throws her head back.

While I suck her, my other hand toys with her other nipple. I can feel her wetness soaking through my pants while she grinds against my lap. 

I give the same attention to her other boob, while my free hand roams her thighs and her hips, purposely avoiding where she needs me.

She grumbles frustrated, needy.

I look up at her from in between her breasts, “yes?”

“You’re driving me crazy,” she says.

“Mm I can tell.” I tap her thigh, “let me take these off.”

She sits on the couch beside me while I undress and I look down at the huge wet spot on my pants. I raise my eyebrow at her and she manages to turn an even brighter shade of red, but she doesn’t say anything.

I swear her eyes about pop out of her head once I’m naked.

“I-uh. Wow” she says in the same flustered voice from earlier. 

It’s adorable, really. The way she can’t even hold eye contact, the way she stutters.

I sit next to her and gesture for her to come back onto my lap.

When she sits she gasps at the feeling of her cunt directly on my skin and she immediately soaks the lower part of my stomach.

“You’re dripping,” I purr.

She pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth and just nods, looking at me absolutely doe eyed.

My hands rub all over her thighs and hips, she twitches every so often like she’s already overstimulated.

I rub the inside of her thigh and I can feel her trembling.

“Damn, legs shaking already? I haven’t even touched you yet,” I murmur.

“Y/n…please,” she whines.

“Please what?” 

“J-just. Please.”

“Use your words, Billie.”

She literally gulps, “t-touch. Jesus. Touch me, please. I need you to touch me.”

I grin, and run my fingers through her folds. They are immediately drenched, my stomach hadn’t even felt the half of it.

She clamps her eyes shut and moans.

“Nuh uh,” I say, “look at me.”

She slowly opens her eyes; they’re a mixture of desperation, fear, and need.

“Good girl,” I say as I plunge two fingers all the way into her.

“FUCK,” she moans out.

I laugh a little while I slide my fingers in and out of her, her pussy squelching every time I re-enter. I hook my fingers into a ‘come here’ motion and instantly find that warm spongey spot that makes her dig her fingers so hard into the leather couch it makes a noise. 

She’s a moaning disaster, my name flying out in between every other curse word.

I stop my fingers and she looks at me confused.

“Ride my fingers,” I say casually.

“I-what?” 

“You wanted it so bad. Show me.”

She takes a big deep breath, like she’s trying to hype herself up.

She slowly raises her hips and pushes back down onto my fingers.

“Shittt,” she hisses out.

My other hand holds her hip, guiding her. She picks up her pace, completely bouncing on my fingers now. 

“There you go, baby,” I coax her on.

“Ugnh, ungh,” she moans, too incoherent to make any other noises.

I press my thumb onto her clit and she looks at me wide eyed, “I’m gonna cum if you do that.”

“No, you’re not.”

I circle her clit slowly with very light pressure. Her expression unraveling in front of me.

“Y/n, I’m. Fuck. Gonna cum,” she whines.

“Hold it,” I say sternly.

She bites her lip so hard it turns white, like it’s taking every fiber of her being to hold it in.

Her thighs are shaking around me, and her walls around my fingers are getting tighter, she’s right on the brink.

She shakes her head, unable to form words.

I nod, “be good for me, Billie.”

She shuts her eyes and I visibly see her swallow, her hips trying to decide if they want to go faster or slower.

She sets a middle ground pace of her bouncing, not too fast, but not too slow. Sweat beads on her forehead, her breathing coming in heavy and short breaths.

When she raises her hips, I stick a third finger up, and when she comes down, she practically screams. 

My thumb works faster on her, and tears are pricking her eyes. 

“Cum for me, Billie,” I say.

She quickens her pace and on the third bounce down, she cums, screaming my name. Her whole body convulses, every inch of her shaking. Her cum flows down my forearm and it makes me moan. She stopped bouncing, but I keep my attack on her clit, drawing out every last bit of her orgasm. 

I don’t stop until she collapses against me, burying her face in my neck.

She’s still gasping for air when I pull my fingers out of her, but she still lets out a whine.

“Holy fucking shit,” she says into my neck, her breath hot against me.

I laugh, “I wasn’t flirting for no reason.”

“You…are unreal,” she pants.

“Take another one for me,” I say.

She lifts herself back with the same awestruck look, “another one?”

I nod.

“I don’t-you literally just took the life out of me. I-I don’t even think I’m in my body right now.”

I smirk, “you haven’t seen anything yet.”

She looks at me in horror again, her brain going dumb again.

“On your knees. Lean over the back of the couch,” I order.

She looks at me nervous, but does it anyway.

As she’s positioning herself, I go behind her.

I see her taking deep breaths, trying to brace herself for what’s coming.

I drop down to my knees, and push her legs further apart, spreading her open. Her cunt glistens in the lighting from the vanity, her clit puffy and swollen.

“That pretty pussy is still soaking for me,” I coo.

She moans.

I grab her ass harshly, eliciting another needy moan.

“I thought you couldn’t take another one.”

I see her grip the couch tighter.

Her breathing has turned into pants.

I inch myself closer to her pussy and my breath makes her break out in goosebumps.

I lick a bold strip from her sopping hole to her clit, making her whimper.

I swirl my tongue around her whole pussy, collecting every bit of her mess.

“Didn’t think you’d taste this good,” I huff into her.

She answers by pushing herself further into me. 

I don’t go slow. I suck on her clit harshly, and it makes her cry out. Once I release it, I start swiping her clit side to side quickly, 

“Fuck, y/n. Do-don’t stop,” she pants out.

I do. But when I lick back up to her hole, I push my tongue in.

“Oh my godddd,” she buries her face into the back of the couch.

Feeling the way her walls encase my tongue, mixed with her taste, is intoxicating. I flick my tongue inside of her and feel her walls start to flutter, signaling she’s close.

As soon as I feel it, I pull my tongue back and she whines, beyond frustrated.

I trail my tongue up and down from each hole, and her moans are pornographic.

I direct my attention back to her clit, making figure eights with my tongue.

I feel her begin to shake under my grip on her thighs.

“You gonna cum?” I ask, my voice muffled by her pussy.

“Y-yes,” she barely gets out.

I flick her clit faster and right as her body tenses, I stop, and sit back on my heels.

Her upper body falls against the back of the couch, half sobs coming out of her.

I hum while I watch every inch of frustration pour out of her.

“Please. Fuck. Please make me cum,” she cries.

“Mmm. Maybe,” I say with the filthiest smirk on my face.

I walk to the other side of the couch and tap on her shoulder.

She looks at me, her face wet with tears and sweat.

“So desperate,” I coo.

“Please,” she whines.

“But watching you squirm is so fun.” 

I have never seen anyone look so wrecked before. And the fact that it’s her who’s wrecked right now is the most gratifying thing I’ve ever done.

“Fucking hell. Y/n, please. I’ll do anything,” she begs.

I chuckle, “okay, your words, not mine.”

I walk to the closet in the room, her eyes following me with curiosity and slight terror. I fish out a bag and grab what I need out of it.

I turn around to meet her eyes while I step into the harness. Her mouth falls open.

I attach the strap to it and look at her like I’m hunting prey.

I walk behind her again, her juices dripping down her thighs. The sight alone makes me moan.

I lean my body over hers and kiss up her back, to her neck. The strap brushes her clit and she jolts. My hand wraps around her throat, pulling her face flush with mine. Her expression is absolutely bewildered.

“You gonna be my good girl?” I ask.

She arches her ass into me and I smirk. She nods.

I send a harsh smack to her ass, making her cry out, “ah!”

“Use your words.”

“Yes, yes, yes. I’ll be good.”

I release her throat and lean back enough to whisper in her ear, “I’m gonna demolish you.”

I lean all the way back and run the strap through her folds, collecting all of her sweetness.

“So fucking wet f’me,” I murmur, mostly to myself, but she heard it and moaned again.

I line up the head with her hole and I can feel her whole body bracing itself. 

I push in about halfway, and she hisses, her whole body tensing.

“Relax for me, mama.”

I rub the top of her thighs, trying to ground her.

Once her breathing becomes less shaky, I push in inch by inch slowly.

She whines with every inch.

I bottom out and she cries out, “fuck!”

I can’t help the shit eating grin on my face.

I start thrusting slow, letting her adjust. Once her cunt starts enveloping me, I speed up some.

“Oh my godddd,” she moans, barely able to keep herself up.

I pulled almost all the way out, before ramming back into her, the sound of her wetness echoes in the room. 

She grips the couch so hard her knuckles lose all their color.

I repeat my motion, over and over again, her body jerking forward every time I plunge back in. 

When I dive back into her, I strike her ass again, making her scream.

I growl, the sight of this unreal. Her back tattoo glistening from sweat, watching her pussy swallow me, seeing how shiny the strap is when I pull out, I pick up my pace, the room fills with the sound of skin slapping, her cries, and my groans. The sounds make my own wetness drip down my thighs.

I speed up my pace, fucking her sharp and quick, her moans turn into babbles at this point.

It gets harder to push in and out, her walls getting tight around me.

“Don’t cum,” I growl.

She cries out even louder, “I need to.”

“No,” I say blatantly.

Her head falls into the back cushion, I can feel how tense she is from holding it in. I slow down, fucking her agonizingly slow in comparison to 15 seconds ago.

She moans an endless stream of pleas.

I laugh wickedly, amused with how much I’ve broken her down.

I pick up my pace, but this time, it was brutal. Her gasps are broken.

Her pussy is impossibly tight around me, begging to release.

“Cum,” I order with one word.

Her orgasm tears through with no hesitation. She jerks back onto me, shaking even more violently than before. Her back arches, pushing her ass higher up.  Her cries are scratchy, her throat raw from moaning. I can barely fuck her through it, her grip so tight. The base of the strap drips with her cum, and she’s turned inaudible. 

I still myself, she’s still jerking under me, pushing back onto the strip, whining every time she does. 

I pull out and see her cunt twitch around nothing. Her arm is resting on the back of the couch, holding her forehead. Her shoulders are still shaking from her breathing when I sit beside her. I wait for her to collect herself, just admiring the masterpiece.

She finally musters enough energy to look at me. Her eyes are glazed over, lip trembling, looking absolutely blissed out.

I smile. She groans, “what the fuck.”

“ ‘thank you’ is actually the phrase I think you’re looking for.”

She looks at me in awe, once again, unable to form words.

“Catch your breath, we’re not done.”

She looks like a deer in headlights, “what??”

“You can take it,” I smirk.

She visibly gulps. 

She lays back with her head on the arm of the couch, still trying to collect herself. I run lazy shapes over her legs.

Her breathing goes back to normal, but she’s still too flustered and shy to speak.

My eyes gaze over every inch of her body.

“Go stand at the vanity,” I murmur, like it’s the most casual request in the world.

“I really don’t…I don’t know if I can do that again,” she says, nervously.

“You will.”

“I can’t.”

“I won’t make you hold it,” I say sweetly. “Come on. Be good for me.”

That makes her pupils dilate again and her face flush. She gets off of the couch and stands at the vanity. I follow her and tell her to turn around.

She does, eyeing me nervously in the mirror, her makeup smudged.

“I just want you to see how pretty you look when I wreck you,” I purr.

She closes her eyes, like she’s still trying to figure out if this is really happening.

Once she opens them again, I tap the inside of her legs for her to open them further.

I push her forward a bit to draw her ass out further and line up the strap, still wet from the dam that opened from her.

Her arms tense while I poke her entrance. I slide in slowly, her mouth falling open at the stretch. 

Her eyes are locked on mine and I tell her, “eyes on yourself, pretty.”

She hesitates, but looks at herself. 

I thrust slowly, the softest moans escaping her lips.

“See how good you look?” I ask her reflection.

“Y-yes,” her voice wavers. 

I reach my hand forward and knead her boob, pinching and twisting her nipple, making her head fall back.

My thrusts are slow, but deep, hitting her spot. 

“Y/n,” she moans.

“See how good you take my dick, baby?”

Those gorgeous eyes roll back, and all she can do is nod. 

She catches me by surprise, meeting my thrusts.

“Yeah that’s right, fuck yourself onto me,” I purr and the neediest moans pour out of her. 

I speed up just a touch, and her pace meets mine, the sound of skin slapping grows louder. Her boobs bounce with every thrust and I can’t figure out where I want to look.

My hand snakes around her waist and finds her clit. I rub slow, my hands sticky with her wetness.

“Faster,” she pants out.

I have the most devilish smirk on my face and say, “such a good girl.”

The praise makes her eyes roll back again, and I speed up both my thrusts, and my fingers on her clit.

She quickly spits out, “I’m gonna c-cum,”

I pound into her faster, and her eyes go wide, “wait I’m gonna-”

 “Let go for me, Billie.”

My fingers are working so fast my hand is burning, but I don’t stop.

Her entire body locks and she screams my name as she comes undone. I keep my tantalizing pace, and she squirts, coating my entire hand, the harness, and all the way down her thighs. Her moans come out soundless, too fucked out to make a noise other than the faintest whines. I don’t stop until I draw out every last bit of her. 

She collapses forward onto the vanity, her whole upper half melting into it. I pull out slowly, trying to catch my own breath. 

Her eyes stay closed, still riding the aftershocks. I rub her ass, soothing her.

She finally lifts my head and meets my eyes in the reflection, looking like she’s trying to process what happened.

"That...was not a part of the interview," she said, dazed.

A/N: I'm sorry for the drought😭 Hope this makes up for it a tiny bit. This may or may not be related to a real situation...

TW: Oral (r!receiving) Strap on (R!receiving) Kind of? Use of pet names. Also toxic situationship

Billie and I were an on and off thing the past few years. Every time things got too real, too close to admitting her feelings, she’d start dating a guy. After the second time, I got used to it. I kept a guard up, but she’d always find a way to break it down. I tried to not engage, but she always knew how to get me. I know she’s bad for me. She can never give me what I truly want deep down. But…she’s Billie. And she’s charming, irresistible, gorgeous, and home. (and the most eaterest eater I’ve ever met)

I recently started seeing someone, and as time goes on, I think maybe it can be something real. She communicates and expresses where she can communicate more without me even having to ask. She’s one of the most genuine people I’ve met in a long time.

So when I saw that she and her boyfriend broke up (again), I got nervous. I knew it was only a matter of time before she’d reach out. 

I was correct. She slid up on my Snapchat story a few times. It was casual, at first. 

‘Omg this song is so underrated.’

A laugh react.

‘Ugh mood.’

I’d reply and we’d have a brief interaction.Until it started to be briefly every day. I kept telling myself I couldn’t do it again. I know I shouldn’t.

And now, I’m staring at the ‘come hangout with me?’ message. It’s 9:30 at night and I know what she wants. I argue with myself in my head. I mostly consider the other girl. We haven’t had the exclusive talk, but we’re opening up the possibility. I just so happen to be in a drought; we’re taking things slow. But I swear Billie can sense that I need it-need her. 

“We can just hangout. If she tries to take it further, I’ll shut it down,” I think to myself.

“Fuck it,” I say out loud, to no one.

The next thing I know, I’m parking inside Billie’s gate.

I sit in the car for a few minutes, trying to reassure myself this is just hanging out.

I take a deep breath and get out of the car. 

She answers on the second knock.

When I open the door she has her comfortable smile splayed across her face,wearing  baggy olive green sweats and a black tank top. With no bra.

“Y/n,” she says warmly, as she opens the door further to let me in.

I’m met with the familiar scent of her house. Vanilla, woodsy, clean laundry, and her.

“Hi, Billie,” I say, her name rolling right off my tongue.

“I’m watching a movie upstairs and fumbling through records,” she says, moving towards her room.

I follow. 

Being back in her room is…a lot. It reminds me of the countless sleepovers, the slow mornings, and especially the sex. It makes my heart twinge and I ignore the small heat I feel in my core.

I take off my shoes and lay on my stomach to watch her look through her vinyls. 

The conversation is normal, easy. What we’ve been up to, how our family and friends are, everything under the sun, except for the obvious elephant in the room. We stopped discussing her “habit” a few reconciliations ago, because nothing ever changes the outcome.

She’s scoots closer on the floor to me to show me a new Radiohead record she found. Her closer proximity makes me nervous and makes my stomach twinge. Be good, I tell myself. I brush it off, trying to pay attention to what she’s saying. I accidentally found my eyes lingering on those pretty full pink lips. Stop, I scold myself and redirect back to paying attention. I add in “mhm” and “really??” in all the right places, trying to prove to her-and myself-that I’m just here to hangout.  

I was able to snap back into the moment and was even able to be normal when she scoot on her knees to the end of the bed directly next to me to show me the tracklist for a Deftones album. 

I’m looking at the artwork on the back when I hear, “I missed you, you know,” she said sheepishly.

My eyes froze over a rose. I’m too nervous to look at her.

“So I’ve heard,” I say sarcastically, annoyed that we’re doing this again.

“I’m serious.”

I muster up enough courage to meet those icy blue orbs. “Aren’t you always?”

She nods, “yeah.”

I take a deep breath, “we can’t keep doing this.”

It’s silent for a beat.

“I know you missed me,” she murmurs, eyes flicking to my lips.

“No I didn’t,” I reply, just above a whisper.

“Then why’d you come?”

Silence.

She takes the record from my hands and places it on the floor without breaking eye contact. It’s enough to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

She leans further into the bed, her face closer to mine.

“You missed me,” she says, her eyes already hooded.

I instinctively lean closer into her, but stop myself just inches from her face.

A little smirk splays on her face, “I know you did.”

She licks her lips and locks in on my lips, “and I bet that pretty little thing between your legs did too.”

My breath hitches and she noticed. She always does. She takes this as her cue and slowly presses her lips against mine.

It’s slow, testing. Like she’s fully prepared for me to stop her. But I don’t. It’s cautious until it isn’t. Until she pushes her face harder into mine, and it deepens. Becomes hungrier, more needy.

She gives my lower lip a quick swipe with her tongue and without even thinking, I poke my tongue out into her mouth, granting her access. The second our tongues meet, she sighs, like she’s been holding this in for years. It’s been months.

Our tongues swirl around each others, getting sloppier by the second. She breaks it to tell me, “lay on your back.”

My body reacts before my mind does and the next thing I know, my head hits her satin pillow. 

Her body is quickly on mine and her lips crash back into mine before I even have a chance to object.

She peels her lips from mine to kiss my jaw, her hand running up and down my torso, igniting a fire in my lower stomach. 

She kisses my neck, quickly finding that sweet spot that makes me crumble. I let out small gasps, not wanting to give her satisfaction.

Her hands are lining the waistband of my pants while she bites my neck. She doesn’t ask permission, she knows she doesn’t have to, she just undoes the button of my pants.

Right before her hand slides over my clothed center, I say, “we can’t.”

She brings her face out of my neck to look at me while her fingers run through my folds through my underwear. I know I’m drenched because I feel them sticking to me.

I sigh.

“Tell me to stop,” she says in a sultry voice.

Stop, I think to myself, but my body does the opposite. I grab her face and smash my lips into hers. I can feel her devilish smirk against me. 

She sneaks her hand under my underwear and the second her fingers meet me, I gasp loud. 

She runs her fingers through me, “tss, so fucking wet.”

I can’t do anything but breathe out, my head is spinning.

“Take these off f’me,” she says.

I quickly discard my pants and underwear and our lips find each other immediately. She rubs slow wide circles around my clit, driving me crazy. She pulls up my shirt with her free hand and licks her lips when she discovers I’m not wearing a bra.

“Missed these pretty titties,” she says in the most husky voice.

I hate that it made my stomach drop.

Her mouth latches onto my nipple and I cover my mouth to hold in my moan. Her tongue swirls, flicks, and sucks on my nipple and I already feel like I’m gonna cum.

She gives the other nipple the same attention, letting it go with a pop as her fingers work agonizingly slow on me. 

She retreats her hand and my eyes shoot open. She’s scooting to the end of the bed, until her feet hit the floor. Then with no warning, she grabs my legs and pulls me to the edge of the bed. I gasp in shock.

She gets on her knees, her eyes locked on my throbbing pussy.

“So fucking pretty,” she murmurs again.

“You’re just saying that,” I reply.

Her hands run up and down my thighs.

“No I’m not.”

I look down and raise an eyebrow, “you most definitely are.”

She dips her head lower, “I don’t get on my knees for just anyone.”

I can feel her breath against me, the hotness in contrast with the cool air makes me shiver. 

“Tell me to stop,” she repeats.

“Billie…” I groan, 

“Tell me. To stop.” 

“Please just fucking do it,” I say, extremely frustrated.

Frustrated with myself. Frustrated that we’re doing this again. Frustrated that I want her so bad. Frustrated that I need her. 

I hear a satisfied chuckle escape her lips.

Then she wraps her arms under my thighs and wraps her lips around my clit and sucks hard. 

“Ah!” I moan out.

She releases my clit and wastes absolutely no time lapping me.

She licks from my dripping hole, up to my clit. I can feel my juices on her tongue when I feel it circle my clit.

“Fuuuck,” I moan.

I feel her lips widen into a smile.

She eats me like she’s starving. Alternating between flicks, figure eights, and down my entirety. She pushes her tongue into my hole and I throw my head back, gripping her comforter so hard my knuckles turn white.

“Shit, Billie-Fuck!” 

I literally feel myself ooze around her tongue. She fucks my hole with her tongue, her nose brushing my clit every time she pushes in.

“Fucking missed how you taste,” she says into my pussy, the vibration of her sending another gush out of me.

Her tongue goes back to its ravenous attack on my clit, eliciting a high pitched moan ripping out of my throat.

She hums in approval and moves her hand from my thigh, and into my dripping hole.

She pushes two fingers in with ease and curls them, immediately finding that spot that makes me see stars.

“Fucking hell-Billie!” I moan out and my fingers thread through her hair.

She’s pumping her fingers into me at a vicious pace, her tongue following right along. I’m on the brink of unraveling.

I can hear my wetness every time she pushes into me, the sound driving me crazier. My thighs are starting to shake around her.

“Gonna-fuck. I’m gonna cum,” I pant out.

“Give it to me mama,” she growls against me.

The waves crash over me and I scream, “Fuck!”

My whole body convulses, my back arching off the bed, eyes rolling to the back of my head. It feels like every single one of my nerves is on fire. She fucks me through it, never letting her pace up, drawing out every single bit of my orgasm. She doesn’t stop until my moans become whines.

She pulls her fingers out and sucks them clean with a smirk on her face, her chin glistening. She puts her mouth back to me, gently licking up all of my cum, trying to be cautious of my sensitivity. 

I’m still gasping for air, trying to regain life into my body while she gently caresses my thighs, staring at me with that look. The look that always makes me think this means more to her. But I know it doesn’t and that thought lingers in the back of my mind.

Neither of us says anything, it’s just a comfortable silence. Too comfortable.

I finally regain my conscience, and just as I’m about to tell her I should leave, she gets up and walks to her dresser drawer.

I hate that I know what she’s grabbing. I hate that it makes my stomach flutter and instantly makes my heart beat in my pussy.

She walks over to me, harness in one hand, strap in the other. She sets them on the bed and I gulp. 

She removes all of her clothing and the sight of her still makes me melt. And I hate that. She never once takes her eyes off mine as she steps into the harness and fastens it.

“Put your head on the pillows,” she instructs.

I don’t know why I do it, but I do. 

She crawls above me, parting my legs to come in between them.

“Let’s see if you’re still my good girl, hm?” She says in her velvety soft voice.

I don’t reply, but I know she can see the agreement in my eyes. The agreement I don’t mean to make. But I do anyway.

She leans down and kisses me slowly, like she has all the time in the world. It’s not just a horny kiss; it’s passionate, full of all the time missed. I’m too lost in the feeling of her soft lips against mine, the taste of me still on her tongue, that I grab the side of her face gently. Surrendering.

She bites my lower lip and it makes my brows furrow. I can already feel the pooling in between my legs. I take her boob into my other hand, twisting and pinching her nipple, making her hiss against my lips. 

“Need to fuck you right now,” she says in a husky voice.

She pulls her upper body off of me, and runs her fingers through me again. It instantly makes me gasp.

“So fucking ready for me,” she says, mostly to herself.

She rubs my juices over the strap, stroking it. Unfortunately, the sight makes my mouth water. She runs the tip of the strap through my folds, making me squirm.

She leans back just enough to watch where she’s guiding the tip.

She slowly pushes into me, making me yelp. She doesn’t stop until she bottoms out, her pelvis meeting my hips.

“Holy shit,” I sigh out.

She gives me a minute to adjust to it. The strap stretches me out so good, the burning mixed with the pleasure igniting a fire in me. 

Once she sees I’m more relaxed, she slowly starts to thrust. She only takes out a few inches before slowly pushing all the way back in.

“Shit, your pussy is tight,” she exhales and throws her head back, like the strap is actually a part of her.

Her pace is slow, but every time she pushes in, the head of it brushes my sweet spot. I can’t help but let moans escape me every time it happens.

She has the most wicked grin on her face, biting her lip, and I just know her ego is booming that she got me to crack. Her eyes are locked on mine and I clamp them shut, not being able to look at her, overwhelmed by what's happening right now. 

She plays her game even harder, completely pulling out. My eyes involuntarily fly open, questioning her. 

She has a shit eating grin when she slams all the way into me.

My whole body reacts, arching up. 

I scream out, “Fuck!”

That certainly got my eyes back on her. She hums in satisfaction, and does it over and over again, making me scream every single time. 

“There you fucking go, baby,” she growls, egging me on. 

Baby. The nickname makes me gush all over her. And I hate that I do. 

She changes her game, thrusting into me at a faster speed, making my eyes roll back, and I already feel the twinge in my lower stomach.

I wrap my legs around her waist, pulling her in deeper.

With an even wider grin, she says “still my good girl.”

I can’t help but whine her name, my brain too blissed out. The room fills with my moans, her grunts, and the sound of my wetness. The sounds alone are enough to teeter me to the edge.

She throws her head back and murmurs, “tss rubbing my clit so fucking good.”

She picks up her pace, fucking me impossibly fast. 

“G-gonna c-cum,” I moan out.

“Fuck, me too,” she replies. 

She’s fucking me stupid at this point, chasing both of our orgasms. 

She rolls her hips in a circular motion every time she enters me, driving me insane. My legs start to tremble, my stomach growing tight.

She rolls her hips even harder and I break. 

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I cry out as I cum.

 It’s like a dam breaks, I’m completely flooding the strap. An endless stream of screams of curses and her name falls out of my mouth.

She keeps her brutal pace and I can see it on her face that she’s on the brink of cumming. 

Her thrusts grow unsteady, but still pounding into me. My whole body shakes every time she does.

Her face contorts, brows furrowed, lip tucked tightly in between her teeth. After one more thrust, she moans out my name as she cums. It makes my stomach flip.

She rides herself through it, still fucking me relentlessly. She moans my name like a prayer, in a way I wish I could hear forever.

She slows her pace, both of us becoming overstimulated.

I’m still panting when she leans down to kiss me again. I’m mostly breathing into her mouth, but she takes it in like she always does. 

She sits back and slowly eases the strap out, my pussy clenches at the emptiness.

She takes off the harness, lays beside me on her side, tracing shapes into my stomach as I try to come back to earth. I keep my eyes shut, afraid to look at her, knowing what this is.

“You good?” she asks softly.

I nod.

Once my breathing evens, I finally turn my head to look at her. She’s giving me that look. The look of complete adoration, like I’m the only person in the whole world. And it makes my heart ache. 

“I missed you,” she says with hesitance in her voice.

“Yeah,” I reply softly, too afraid to say it back. But I missed her too.

“Do you want to stay for a while? We can watch a movie.”

I shake my head softly, “I should go. Have to work in the morning.”

We both know it’s a cop out, I used to never mind sacrificing my sleep for hanging out with her. Used to.

She nods in agreement, but I see a hint of sadness in her eyes that I’m leaving. 

We get up at the same time and she collects my clothing and hands them to me. She dresses slowly, watching me out of the corner of her eye. Like she’s trying to see (or hoping) if I’ll change my mind. 

I don’t.

I put on my shoes and grab my bag.

“I’ll walk you out,” she says, voice unsteadier than it’s been all night.

She follows behind me and walks me all the way to my car.

As I sit in the driver's seat, she nervously says, “we’ll talk soon?”

I reply, “don’t we always?”

She nods and I close my door. 

Sorry for the long intermission, life has been crazy, and school has been super demanding (pray for me pls)

Anywho! Onto the important stuff:

I’m working on an extremely smutty request & another that may be related to an actual situation👀 & of course Part Two of Under Observation (also extremely smutty)

Hiiii. I'm sorry this took a million years, I'm extremely invested in this storyline. Anywhooo, it's my first time writing g!p so bear with me if it's bad😅 There will be more parts, they still have three nights left on their trip ;)

TW: Forced proximity///Lowkey maybe forbidden ?//G!p Billie//Oral (B & R receiving)//Fingering//Penetration

Part Three:

***Y/N’s POV***

“I’m gonna go change,” I tell Billie.

I changed into sweatpants and a long sleeve, and just tried to brace myself for a few minutes. We’ve avoided each other all day and now…there is no avoiding each other. I could just call it a night. But it’s only 8:00 and I know my thoughts are just going to run rampant while I attempt (and fail) to sleep.

Once I come out of the room, Billie goes in to change. I had a feeling she needed a few minutes to brace herself too.

I grabbed some water and settled on the couch with a blanket. Anxiously waiting for her to return.

She does a few short minutes later.

Well, here it goes.

She grabbed some chips from the kitchen and planted herself at the other end of the couch. She’s in baggy sweats and a hoodie, And god, she looks delic-y/n. Stop.

“You do that thing,” she says suddenly.

“…What thing?” I say, quiet. Careful.

“That thing,” she repeats, like it’s obvious. “With your hands.” 

“I don’t-what?”

“You fidget,” she says, a little softer now, but still amused. “Like, constantly. You tuck your thumb under your fingers when you’re thinking.”

There’s a pause.

“I do not.”

“You are literally doing it right now.”

“I-” I stop. Because I am. “…Okay, well. That doesn’t mean it’s a thing.”

“It’s a thing.”

“It’s not a thing.”

“It’s endearing, is what it is.”

That hits me in a weird way. “…Don’t call it that.”

“Why not?”

“You just. Don’t.”

There’s a smile in her voice now. You can hear it. “Noted. You hate being called endearing.”

“I don’t hate it, I just-” I exhale, already losing ground. “It’s inaccurate.”

“Mm. Disagree.”

A quiet scoff. “You’ve been truly around me for, what, five days?”

“4,” she corrects.

“…That’s kind of worse.”

“And in those four days,” she continues, undeterred, “you’ve reorganized the material on the table in the training room twice, corrected me on help ticket protocol—politely, but still—and you say ‘sorry’ when other people bump into you.”

“…I do not.”

“You said it to the coffee machine this morning.” I can hear the amusement in her voice.

“It was my fault!” I counter.

“It malfunctioned.”

“I pressed the wrong button.”

“It has one button!” she says, trying not to giggle.

A pause.

“Okay, well,” I mutters, “it was still a stressful situation.”

That makes her laugh, warm, easy.

And then, softer-

“You also do this thing,” she adds.

A small, immediate tension. “…What thing?” I’m already dreading where this is going.

“You go quiet when you’re trying not to say something.”

Silence.

Not defensive this time. Just… still.

“I don’t think that’s a thing,” I say, after a second.

“It is,” she says gently. “You just did it.”

“…No, I didn’t.”

“You did. Right after I said it.” I see her raise a brow in the glow of the candle. 

I have to admit the setting is…inviting.

“That doesn’t count.”

“It absolutely counts,” she says with a chuckle.

Then, quieter, almost like she can’t help herself, “What was it?”

The question hangs there.

The rain gets louder. Or maybe it just feels like it.

“…Nothing,” I say, a little too quickly.

“Mm.”

“I mean it.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You implied it.”

“I observed. There’s a difference.”

“It’s dark, you literally can’t even see me.”

“I can, actually. Candles, remember?” She gestures to the coffee table.

“…You’re kind of annoying, you know that?” I ask.

There’s no bite to it. If anything, it sounds a little breathless.

“I’ve been told,” she says lightly. “Usually right before people admit I’m right.”

“I’m not admitting anything,” I roll my eyes.

“Not yet.”

A small huff. Half a laugh, half something else.

She shifts again, the couch dipping slightly.

“You’re doing it again,” she says.

“Oh my god.” I rub my face.

“The hands,” she points.

“I’m stopping.”

“You stopped because I said something. That still counts.”

“It does not count!”

“It absolutely-”

Her eyes on me is overwhelming, “stop looking at me.”

There’s a pause.

Then, softer-just a touch-she says,“I’m not.”

And somehow that’s worse.

The quiet stretches. It’s not awkward, just… aware.

Charged, in a way neither of us is naming.

Outside, thunder rolls again, closer this time.

“You’re very observant,” I say finally, trying to reset things. Keep it light.

“So you’ve said. I just enjoy information.”

“Or,” she murmurs, “you just like pointing things out.”

“Ah, you’re onto me,” she says, like she’s been defeated.

***Billie’s POV***

The rain is louder now, steady, insistent against the windows.

Neither of us has moved, like we don’t hear it at all.

“So,” I say, after a while, stretching the word,  testing it, “As terrifying authority figures. How do you think we’re doing?”

She lets out a small exhale. “I think… we haven’t got fired.”

“Low bar,” I mutter.

“Achievable bar.”

“I don’t know” I say, shifting slightly. “I feel like I really nailed the whole ‘don’t panic the new hires’ thing.”

A quiet hum. “You told someone, and I quote, ‘confidence is just lying to people convincingly.’”

“Okay, first of all, true,” I reply, defensively

“That man looked like he was about to quit.”

“He’ll be stronger for it.”

“…Or gone.”

“Either way, problem solved.”

That earns a soft laugh.

“Your group liked you,” I add.

“They were just relieved I wasn’t you.”

I jaw drop, pretending to be shocked, “wow. Unbelievable.”

“I’m serious. You’re intimidating to new people.”

“I am not intimidating!”

“You are,” she insists, a little more confident now. “You walk into a room and suddenly everyone is paying attention to you.”

“That’s called presence.”

“That’s called apprehension.”

“Respect.”

“Fear.”

A beat.

“…Maybe a little fear,” I concede.

“Thank you.” She bows, like she just put on an Oscar worthy performance. I can’t help but grin.

“You, on the other hand,” I continue, “are—”

I pause.

“-what?”

“Disarming,” I finish, a little quickly.

“Disarming?”

“Yeah. You make people feel… comfortable.”

There’s a small pause.

“…You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It’s not,” she says, just as quickly. “It’s just. It’s different.”

“Different how?”

I shift, I immediately regret opening that door. “I don’t know. You just…talk to them like you’ve known them forever.”

“Fake it till you make it.”

“You’re not faking it.”

Another small break. “Maybe not entirely,” she admits.

The rain fills the space again.

Then

“You also steal everyone’s snacks,” she points out.

“I do not steal—”

“You took that granola bar right out of someone’s tote bag.”

“It was unattended,” I say, trying to prove my point.

“That doesn’t make it free.”

“It was clearly extra.”

“It was labeled,” she counters.

“Okay, that feels aggressive. Who labels a granola bar?”

“Someone who didn’t expect you to take it!”

“I replaced it!”

“You ate it in front of them.”

“I maintained eye contact to assert dominance,” I say with a mouth full of chips.

“That is not better.”

“It worked.”

A quiet laugh escapes her again, easier this time.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet, here I am. Thriving.” I gesture with my hand at my being.

“Debatable.” This time, there’s amusement in her voice.

“Wow. Harsh.”

“You stole someone’s snack on their second day.”

“They’ll remember me.”

“They will, yeah. Probably in therapy.”

“That’s job security.”

That one actually gets her—she laughs, a little louder before catching herself.

The room settles again, softer now.

Comfortable, almost. Almost.

“You didn’t eat anything,” I say, after a moment, more casually. “At lunch.”

“I did.”

“You had half a yogurt,” she points a chip at me.

“That counts.”

“It doesn’t count.”

“I wasn’t that hungry.”

“You were,” she says lightly. “You just got busy.

***Y/N’s POV***

“Also,” she adds, like she’s just remembered, “you’re doing that ‘trying not to laugh’ thing”

“Oh my god,” I groan.

“When you’re trying not to smile-”  I can hear the grin. “like you’re actively fighting it-”

“I am not fighting anything.”

“You are absolutely fighting it.”

“I’m literally not even smiling right now.”

“You are. I can hear it.”

“You can hear smiles now?” I ask.

“Uh uh,” she says.

I don’t reply. Because I am smiling.

“Stop noticing things,” I mutter.

“No.”

“Please.” I pout.

“Nope.”

“That’s so annoying.”

“You like it.”

“…I tolerate it.”

“Mm. Sure,” Billie says.

But there’s no edge to it. Just that same soft, careful balance, where everything is a joke, except the things we’re both very deliberately not saying.

“You didn’t look at me much today.” She says. I hear her exhale, like she didn’t mean to say it.

The air changes. Not drastically. Just enough.

“I-I was busy.”

“Mm.”

“With the trainees. And the-everything.”

“Right,” she says, matter of factly.

The word sits there. Too flat. Too aware.

She shifts again, like she’s trying to shake it off. “You didn’t either.”

“Didn’t what?” I ask.

“Look at me.”

“I did,” she says, a little softer.

“…Not really.”

“I did,” she repeats. “Just—when you weren’t looking.”

That lands. A quiet, involuntary reaction—felt more than seen.

“Oh,” she says, before I can think better of it.

“Yeah,” she says.

Another pause. Longer this time.

I let out a breath, slow. “Okay, well, that’s… slightly worse.”

A small laugh, barely there. “I thought it might be.”

“You couldn’t just-be normal about it?” I ask.

“Define normal.”

“You know. Eye contact. Casual indifference. Pretending-” I stop. Pretending nothing happened. The words hover right there. Too close.

“…pretending we’re not supervising a bunch of people who would absolutely notice if we were acting weird,” I finish, too carefully.

“Right,” she says.

But there’s a hint of a smile in it. I can hear it.

“You were acting weird,” she adds, lightly.

“I was not.”

“You were. You kept…starting to say something and then stopping.”

“I do that all the time,” I say.

“Not like that.”

I hesitate to ask. Afraid it’s coming up. “…Like what?”

She hesitates. Just for a second. “Like you were going to say something you shouldn’t.”

There it is. Soft. Not heavy. But close enough to feel the edge of it. Silence stretches between us. Not uncomfortable. Not exactly. Just…there.

“I don’t think I say things I shouldn’t,” I finally say, quieter now.

“No?” There’s a hint of something in her voice—curiosity, maybe.

“Not usually.”

“Usually,” she repeats, like she’s tossing around the words in her head.

“Depends on the situation,” I say.

“And today was… what kind of situation?”

I could still pull it back.

Make a joke. Change the subject. Let it dissolve.

Instead, I admit, “unclear.”

The honesty of it sits there, unexpected.

“Yeah,” she says softly. “I got that.”

“You-” I start, then stop.

Immediately. Like I hit something. A line. A threshold.

“What?” she asks, gently now.

“Nothing.”

“That didn’t sound like nothing,” Billie says.

“It was nothing.”

“You literally started a sentence-”

“I changed my mind,” I cut her off.

“About nothing?”

“…Yes.”

There's a silence for a few minutes.

“You do that thing, too,” I finally say.

“…What thing?”

“You almost say something,” I go on, “and then you don’t.”

“I don’t do that,” she says a little too quickly.

“Yes you do.”

“It’s called having a filter.”

I scoff, ”I’m shocked you even know that word.”

Silence again. But it’s different now. Closer to something we’re both very deliberately stepping around.

“What were you going to say?” I ask after a moment. Careful. Not pushing. Just… asking. Another pause. Longer.

“…I was just going to ask if you-” she starts.

And stops.

Again.

A quiet, almost self-aware huff. “Wow. This is…”

“Yeah,” I murmur.

A small, shared smile in the dark. You can hear it.

“I was just going to ask if you slept okay,” she finishes, finally.

It’s safe. Too safe. But it works. Kind of.

“Yeah,” I say. “I did. You?”

“Yeah,” she replies. 

Neither of us calls it out. Neither of us says that’s not what you were going to ask. Because we both know.

You’re redirecting,” I add, though, just under my breath.

“I am thriving, actually.”

“Is that what this is?”

“Absolutely.”

“Feels a lot like avoidance.”

“It’s strategic.”

“Strategic,” I repeat, slightly questioning.

“Very.”

A small pause.

Then, softer, “you’re going to make me say it if you keep pointing it out.” she says.

A few minutes passes. 

Billie finally sighs, “okay.”

I look at her, “okay?”

“We’ve been doing this all day.”

“Doing what?”

“Avoiding each other.”

I pull the blanket a little tighter. “I wasn’t avoiding you.”

Billie raises an eyebrow, “you absolutely were.”

“...maybe a little.”

She leans back into the couch cushions.

“Was the kiss bad?”

My head snaps toward her, “no.”

“Then why are we acting like we committed a felony?”

My heart is pounding in my ears. 

“I didn’t avoid you because I was upset,” I admit.

Billie turns toward me a little more.

“Then why?” 

I hesitate, “...because I liked it.”

Billie goes very still, I don’t even think she’s breathing.

“The kiss,” I add quickly.

“I figured,” she says.

“No, you don’t understand.”

I finally meet her gaze. “I liked it enough that I didn’t trust myself not to do it again in the middle of the training room.”

She stares at me for a moment. Then a soft laugh escapes her. “That’s…a problem I’d be willing to deal with.”

I feel heat creeping into my cheeks, “you’re impossible.”

“You keep saying that.”

I don’t even know when or how, but we ended up closer together on the couch and I barely notice it, because our shoulders brush.

Another flash of lightning.

Neither of us moves away.

Her eyes flick to my lips.

“Are you going to kiss me again?” I whisper.

Her eyes come back to mine, “do you want me to?”

Instead of answering, I reach out and lightly grip the front of her hoodie. Just like I did the night before.

I come closer to her, inches away from her lips. She doesn’t move, like she’s giving me a chance to stop.

I don’t. 

It wasn’t sudden. It was the slow surrender of something we’d both been holding back for far too long. The distance between us closed like a breath finally released, like walls quietly collapsing instead of shattering. And when our lips meet, it didn’t feel new—it felt inevitable, like something that had been waiting for us all along.

Her lips are full and soft. It started off slow, but then I pulled her a little closer to me by her hoodie. Her hand finds my waist, gripping me, like I’ll run away.

The kiss grows hungrier, quicker. Both of us pushing our lips further into each other. I feel her tongue poke my lip and I open my mouth, inviting her in. When our tongues meet, we both sigh. It’s warm and wet, and my head is spinning.

My hands grab the side of her face, attempting to get her closer. She takes my bottom lip in between her teeth and gently tugs back and I groan. My groan makes her tighten her grip on my waist. 

Without breaking the kiss, I push her back against the back couch cushions. I get on my knees and maneuver myself to straddle her.

When I lower myself, I’m met with something hard. A bulge.

I break the kiss, “you have-”

She smiles and looks shy for the first time I’ve ever seen. “Yeah,” she says. “Is that okay?”

I pull her face back into me and kiss her again. Feeling her hard, right against me, instantly floods me.

 The kiss is hungry, all the tension breaking free. Without even realizing it, I begin to grind against her, searching for friction. I sigh into her mouth, feeling the way she rubs on my clothed center. She moves her hands to guide my hips and I feel her getting even harder. 

She pulls away and quickly lifts my chin and begins kissing my neck.

“Shit,” I sigh.

Her hands find my ass cheeks and grips them hard. I grind harder, becoming desperate. The feeling of her tongue and lips on my neck, her hard dick under me, my mind is already blurring.

She tugs the hem of my shirt, “can I?”

I glance toward the hallway.

“We should probably go to the room.”

“Oh, you don’t want Jessica to see us fucking?” She sarcastically answers.

“I can assure you, I do not.”

This makes her giggle.

I get off of her and reach my hand out, “come on.”

She takes my hand and when she gets up, I see the tent in her sweats. And it is big.

“Someone’s excited,” I say, looking down.

She smirks, “I’ve been hard this whole trip.”

This makes my thighs press together.

She comes closer to me, pulling me in again. I start walking backwards, Billie still attached to my lips.

And then-

My foot catches on the rug. And I fall back, taking Billie down with me. 

We both erupt with laughter.

“Did you really just do that?” 

“Okay, in my defense, it’s dark.”

She giggles and meets my lips again. It’s back to it’s heightened pace. Her hands are planted on each side of my head and my legs are on either side of her body. She angles her hips so she can grind her dick against me.

“Ugh,” I groan into her mouth.

Her lips find my neck again, biting ever so lightly, making my hips go up to meet hers.

She slides her hand beneath my shirt, running it up and down my torso. Her fingers graze the waistband of my sweats. She picks her head up to look at me.

“Can I touch you?”

“Here??” I ask, my eyes wide.

“She’s definitely asleep.”

“What if she’s not?”

“We literally both just fell and laughed, loudly. I’m pretty sure she would’ve come out.”

I pull her lips into mine again, caught up in the moment. 

She takes this as her green light and pushes her hand beneath my panties.

I gasp when her fingers run through me.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” she says.

She begins wide, slow, circles around my clit and I gasp into her mouth and grip the back of her hoodie. 

Her circles draw in closer and I bite her lip, trying to keep my sounds in. Right as I start bucking my hips into her, she removes her hand.

“What-”

She grabs the bottom of my shirt and I lift my arms, helping her take it off. 

When she sees my bare chest, she licks her lips.

I quickly grab the end of her hoodie and pull it over her head.

She’s…wow. Her boobs are full, and perky. 

I stop for a moment, just to take her in.

She pushes me back down and trails down my neck, to my chest. She licks the top of my boob, down to the bottom and it makes me squirm beneath her. She sloppily licks around my nipple and then wraps her mouth around it. She takes my other nipple in between her fingers and pinches it. I arch my chest into her. She switches to the other and her hands still play with the previous nipple. She kisses down my sternum, all the way down to my waistband.

She sits back on her heels and slides off both my sweats and panties in one fluid motion.

She stares at me for a moment, eyes racking up and down my body.

“What?” I ask.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” she says.

I grip her arm, signaling her to come back down to me. The kiss is sloppy.

She breaks again and grabs a pillow from the couch.

“Lift your head.”

She places it behind my head and I rest back.

Her hands quickly find my pussy again. Her circles are tight this time, but slow.

“God,” I quietly moan.

I feel her smile against my lips. She keeps her pace, until I start grinding into her hand. 

Her fingers run through me again and she teases my hole. She pushes in a finger and hooks it, quickly finding my spot. A moan escapes me.

“Shh, mama. Don’t wanna wake anyone up.”

All I can do is nod. 

She starts rubbing my clit with her thumb and I nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck, trying to be quiet.

She adds a second finger. I bite her shoulder, containing my noises.

She keeps poking my spot, over and over, and I feel that warm feeling in my stomach. 

“Shit-I’m gonna cum.”

She speeds up her thumb and fingers, and my thighs start trembling. I grip her back hard, feeling my orgasm on the brink.

My moan is muffled and my back arches when I come undone. It feels like fireworks just went off in my body. 

She helps me ride it out, only slowing when I twitch at her touch.

I’m still panting into her neck while she rubs my thigh.

“Jesus,” I say as I finally come out of her neck.

She stares at me and smiles, “you good?”

“Very.”

We kiss slowly for a few minutes, until I pull back.

“Switch me spots.”

We both sit up and switch spots.

I stay up and hook my fingers into the waistband of her sweatpants.

As soon as I pull them down over her dick, it springs out and makes a quiet smack sound when it hits her stomach. 

I bite my lip and pull them off of her entirely. 

I look her up and down. Her dick is honestly…impressive. Seven and a half inches, with just the right amount of girth, and a small curve.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” I say, breathlessly. 

I lean down and swirl my tongue around her nipple and she gasps. I bite it gently and then suck it. This makes her pant.

I copy her movements and kiss down her body. I lower myself and kiss her thighs and then I kiss the bottom of her cock, making her thighs twitch. I kiss the length of it and then lightly graze my tongue over the head. She’s already oozing precum and I spread it around on my tongue. She involuntarily jerks her hips slightly. I continue my graze down her shaft and back up.

I look up and see her chest heaving.

I take the head into my mouth, and swirl around it. Her hands fly to my head. Not pushing, just needing to ground herself. 

I take more of her into my mouth and start bobbing up and down. Each time I go down, I go a little further.

“Fuck,” she breathes out.

I continue sucking her and I can feel my wetness spreading down my thighs. I look up at her and she’s watching me. She pulls my head back and I release her.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Y-yeah.”

“Bad?”

“No, no,” she says quickly. “The opposite. If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.”

I giggle.

“Lay down,” she whispers.

We swap sides again and the second my back hits the floor, Billie’s lips are back on mine. My hips instinctively grind into her, aching for more. She quickly kisses down my body and plants herself in between my legs. She wraps her arms under my legs and grips the top of my thighs, holding me steady.

She kisses my clit and my body jerks. I feel goosebumps on my whole body in anticipation. Her breath is hot against me, the contrast with my wetness making me gush even more.

She pokes her tongue out and licks my entirety with the tip of her tongue.

I sigh louder than I mean to.

***Billie’s POV***

Her taste is intoxicating. She’s sweet and a little salty and just…her. I groan against her at her taste and the vibration makes her legs shake. I lick over and over again from her clit to her hole, licking up as much of her juices as I can. Her hands tangle into my hair, pulling me closer into her, making me moan. I start swiping her clit side to side and little whines escape her. I grip her thighs harder. If I thought I was hard before…that was nothing. I can literally feel precum spreading across my stomach. 

I take her clit in between my lips and lightly suck it and her thighs instantly tense, her whimpers get louder. 

I release her clit, “quiet, baby.”

She lets out a groan, trying to keep it in.

I chuckle against her and dive back in. 

I switch my tongue between flicks and sucks and her thighs start trembling underneath my hands.

“Billie, g-g-gonna cum.”

I moan into her again and eat her like I’m starving. A few more harsh sucks and she unravels. Her back arches and her legs clamp shut, trapping my head, but I keep going, wanting to get every last bit out of her. I hear small gasps and curses through my muffled ears and smirk against her. I don’t stop until she relaxes her thighs, releasing my head, and her body collapses onto the floor.

I rest my chin on top of her pussy, watching her chest heave as she tries to catch her breath. Once her breathing evens some, I crawl up her body.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

She nods, “do you know how hard it is to be quiet while you do that?”

I grin, “I have an idea.”

“How am I supposed to be quiet when…” she trails off.

I raise my eyebrow, “when?”

She doesn’t say anything, the nerves all over her face. And quite frankly, it’s adorable. 

“You’re doing the thing.”

“What thing?”

“Where you start to say something and you stop.”

She groans, “please stop.”

“Or what?” I ask with a smirk.

She catches me off guard and grabs my face and crashes her lips into me. The kiss is intense and sloppy. I lower the bottom half of my body onto her, my dick rubbing in between us. I start to grind my hips into her and she sighs into my mouth.

I pull back, “do you want to?”

She nods.

“I need words,” I tell her gently.

“Y-yes,” she whispers.

“I need my wallet,” I say, as I get off of her.

I grab my phone and use the flashlight to guide me to the kitchen table to find my wallet. Her eyes are glued to me, confused.

I come back to her and hold up a condom, “safety first.”

“Who brings a condom on a work trip?” she asks.

“....I had high hopes,” I confess.

“We’ll get into that later,” she rolls her eyes.

I grab another pillow from the couch, “lift your butt.”

I place the pillow underneath her and stand on my knees.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, Billie. Hurry up.” 

She sounds kind of desperate and it’s hot. 

I move between her legs, her chest heaving again.

In the glow of the candlelight I can see her glistening pussy and it makes my dick twitch.

I angle lower and run the tip of my aching cock through her folds.

“Fuck,” I whisper and bite my lip.

I tease her some more, running myself through her, coating myself in her slick.

“Billie,” she whines in a whisper.

I pull back and tear the condom packet with my teeth. I let the wrapper fall to the ground and pull the condom over me.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

“Okay,” she breathes out.

I line myself up and slowly push into her.

She gasps loud and immediately bites her lip to quiet herself. 

I push a few inches past my tip in and groan.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

I slide in half of my length and she’s already a gasping mess. 

I stop sliding in, letting her adjust and gather herself to be quiet.

When she has her gasps under control, I back out, and slowly push back in.

I start thrusting very slowly, still only halfway in. Her walls clenching around me already makes me want to cum, but I bite it back. 

After a few more slow thrusts she half whispers-half moans, “more.”

I come down to kiss her and once our lips meet, I push all the way in.

Her mouth comes down in an ‘o’ shape, but no sound comes out. Me on the otherhand…I moan a little too loud. Her pussy feels so good wrapped around me. 

I stay there for a moment, trying to give both of us a second to brace ourselves. I lose the battle fast and my hips recede and push back in.

“Fuck,” she whispers in my ear. That alone almost makes me lose it.

I start fucking her, slow. We’re both moaning into each others mouths and her hands grip my back so hard I’m sure they’ll leave a bruise. 

I pick up my pace slightly, the tip of my dick rubbing against her cervix deliciously.

“You’re so. Fuck you’re so tight,” I groan into her.

“Go faster,” she pants.

I obey instantly and fuck her faster. She buries her face in my neck again, trying not to moan.

I’m so lost in being inside her that I didn’t notice the sound of my balls slapping against her ass was audible until she said, “Billie, slow down.”

I try to catch my breath and steady my hips. I slow down enough to eliminate the sounds, but still fast enough to make her toes curl.

She bites my collar bone HARD to stifle her moans and I have to bury my face in her neck to keep from moaning loudly from her bite.

“Shit-fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” I mumble into her neck.

Her nails dig harder into my back. I’m holding it as much as I can, but I feel the pressure in my dick building fast. I hold my breath to thrust into her, hanging on by a thread.

She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me in deeper. She kisses and bites my neck and the knot unties.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I breathe into her.

My dick spasms inside of her and I flood the condom. I keep fucking her until my cock starts convulsing.

Once I still, I collapse onto her. 

I can’t even tell who’s breath is who’s the way we’re both trying to get air into our lungs. 

Once I muster up enough energy, I pull out, and she whines.

“That was..”

“Yeah,” she pants.

She looks wrecked in the flicker of light and I’m certain I look the same.

I sit back on my heels, still trying to get life back into my body. 

“I usually, um. I usually don’t cum that fast,” I say.

She giggles, “seriously, you’re fine. That was…wow.”

I smirk at the compliment.

“I need to take this off.”

“Wait. You have to hide it in the trash or something,” she says, eyes wide.

“Do you think Jessica’s going to dig through the trash looking for a condom?”

“No, but I don’t think a used condom at the top is going to be overlooked.”

I laugh, “okay, okay.”

I go to the kitchen to dispose of the condom (sneakily).

“We should probably go to bed,” she says.

I nod and hand her her clothing scattered around. While she puts on her shirt, I put my sweats back on.

She glances down and gives me a look.

“It’ll go down in a bit,” I say, heat spreading across my face.

“I don’t know where your shirt is,” she says, looking on the couch.

“I’ll just grab one in the room.”

And off to bed we go. At the same time this time.

***Y/N’s POV***

I’ve been trying to fall asleep for the past forty five minutes, but my head is spinning. That just happened. Why did she bring a condom? We extremely crossed the line. That was so fucking good.

I’m still swirling with a million thoughts when I hear, “are you still awake?”

“Yeah,” I whisper.

“Can…can I come over there?” Billie asks.

“Yeah.”

She comes across the room and I scoot over on the bed to make some sort of room for her.

“Hi,” she says.

“Hi.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“I can’t either.”

“Why can’t you sleep?” she asks.

I open my mouth to speak, then close it. We brought a candle into the room, so unfortunately for me, she caught that.

She gives me an amused look.

I sigh, “should we have done that?” I ask.

“Should we have?” She repeats my question.

“I…don’t know.”

“Do you regret it?” 

“No,” I whisper.

She hesitates, “would you do it again?”

I toss the question in my head for a moment. I just nod.

“Do you want to do it again?”

A pause.

She turns her body more so she’s more flush with mine. And the first thing I feel is her rock hard cock. I instantly feel wetness come out of me.

“I see why you couldn’t sleep,” I say.

“That was really fucking good.”

“Yeah…it was.”

And with that, her lips find mine again. It starts slow, like she’s asking permission. But I quickly grant her permission and my hands run over her waist. I rub her, making her groan. I waste no time and take my pants off again and she follows my lead.

As soon as the pants are gone, our mouths are back on each other. 

She pulls away, “hold on.”

She gets off the bed and rummages her hand around her duffel bag and pulls out another condom. She tears the packaging quickly and as she walks back to me, she slides it down her length. She slips in beside me again and pulls my leg over her waist.

She reaches behind my ass and starts playing with my clit. I moan into her mouth again. Her fingers work fast, the room filling with noises of my wetness and my gasps.

“Billie,” I pant.”

She pulls her face back to look at me.

“Please.”

She grins and moves her hand lower to line herself up to my hole.

“Be quiet,” she says.

She eases over half of herself into me and both our eyes roll back.

“Jesus,” she breathes out.

I grab her face and pull her into me, trying to drown out my moans. 

I start rocking my hips to meet her thrusts, taking more of her in. She bites my lower lip hard and growls.

The bed starts to creak very quietly, but the rain hasn’t let up much, drowning it out.

“Lay on your other side,” she says.

She pulls herself out and I turn over.

She runs her hard dick through my folds, making me gasp in anticipation. 

She pushes the tip against my hole and pushes back into me.

My eyes roll back, “fuuuck.”

She runs her hands up and down my waist, then to my boobs, as she begins to slide in and out of me.

She fucks me deeper and pinches my nipples and I throw my head back into her shoulder. 

She pulls herself almost all the way out and plows back into my dripping cunt, hard and deep, while her hands rub my nipples, driving me wild.

She repeats the same motion over and over again, hitting my sweet spot every time she plunges back in. 

I’m already seeing stars when she pulls my knee back over hers and starts playing with my clit again. I push my face into the pillow, moaning loudly into it while she licks my neck.

Billie picks up her thrust and is fucking me at an impossible speed, while her fingers work furiously on my clit.

“Shit-fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I whisper-whine out.

“Me too, fuck. Cum with me,” she whispers in my ear and I lose it.

My whole body shakes and I cum around her dick, HARD. I clamp my hand over my mouth and my ears ring.  Her hips begin to stutter and she bites my back when she cums, fingers still playing with me.

I can’t tell who’s twitching, My pussy, or her cock. We both ride it out until we’re both convulsing from overstimulation. 

She pulls out and I clench around the emptiness. I turn to face her, her hair sticking to her forehead from sweat, face flushed, lips swollen from biting them. 

I lean in to kiss her.

“You’re really fucking good at that,” I tell her.

She giggles and has the arrogant look on her face.

We make out as we try to find our breath and once the deep breathing becomes steady, I pull away.

TW: Forced proximity///Lowkey maybe forbidden ?//G!p Billie//Oral (B & R receiving)//Fingering//Penetration

Part Two:

***Y/N’s POV***

We come back together for dinner at the table. Jessica talks all work and Billie engages like she always does. Easy, conversational. I listen and add things when needed. 

From the outside? Nothings changed. 

But under the table-

Our knees brush once. Accidentally. We both pause, but neither of us reacts, and we don’t dare to look at each other. But neither of us moves away either. Then Jessica says something and the moment passes. But it lingers. 

Jessica heads towards the hallway after dinner. “Don’t stay up too late.”

Same as every night.

I’m rinsing my plate and I’m not alone for very long.

Billie walks in a second later. She leans against the counter, watching me.

There’s a quiet beat.

“Are you avoiding me?”

“No,” I say quietly.

I finally turn to face her. “I just don’t know what we’re doing.”

Billie pushes off the counter and steps closer.

“Neither do I,” she admits.

That’s new. 

That throws me off more than anything. Because she always seems sure. Always seems like she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“Then what was that?”

Billie takes a breath, “something I’ve been trying not to do all week.”

I hesitate, “...why?”

She gives me a look.

“Because we work together. We’re sharing a house with our boss.”

“Right.”

Then quieter, I say, “but you still did it.”

Billie steps closer again. Now we’re back in that space. Too close.

“You didn’t stop me.”

I don’t answer that. Because I didn’t.

This is the moment where things change. Because now it’s not just tension. It’s acknowledged. Messy, unclear, but real.

I glance toward the hallway, then back at her.

“We probably shouldn’t do that again.”

Billie watches me carefully, “probably not.”

But neither of us moves. Not away. Not closer. Just…still.

We’re both looking at each other like our eyes will tell what’s not being said.

***Billie’s POV***

I take another small step forward. Slow this time. Deliberate. Giving her time to pull back. 

She doesn’t. 

She just stands there, watching me, breathing a little uneven.

I lift my hand carefully, resting it lightly at y/n’s waist, like I’m asking permission.

She doesn’t move away.

So I lean in. Slow, closer. Close enough that I can feel her breath. 

Close enough that it would be easy to just-

Then y/n turns her head. Not abruptly, not panicked. Just enough that the kiss doesn’t land. I stop immediately and pull back slightly. Not fully, just enough to see her face.

There’s a quiet, fragile moment where neither of us speaks.

She exhales, her eyes dropping to my lips for a second before lifting back up.

“I can’t,” she says softly.

I nod, “okay.”

Not pressured, not frustrated. Just…understanding.

But I don’t step away. Not yet. 

“It’s not-” y/n starts, then falters.

“I know,” I say gently. “You don’t have to explain.”

I see her swallow, “I want to.”

That part is clear. It’s written all over her face. And that’s what makes it harder. 

We stand there for another second, too close. Still in it. Just not crossing that line again. 

Finally, I let my hand drop from her waist. 

I give her a reassuring half smile, “we should probably try to sleep.” I say, giving us both an out.

“Yeah,” she whispers.

I watch her trail down the hallway and I just stare off into space. I try to distract myself with my phone, mostly trying to give her some alone time. I eventually decide to take a long shower trying to make my thoughts coherent, instead of fuzz. I quietly get in bed, not wanting to wake her if she’s asleep. 

The next morning feels different the second we arrive. Not dramatically, just…off.

We get out of the car at the same time with a little too much distance between us. Neither of us mentioning the kiss, or the conversation from last night.

Inside, Jessica begins setting up the training room. “Today we’re doing full workflow simulations.”

She hands us clipboards.

“You two are doing great, so keep doing what you’re doing.”

Which means we’re paired again. Technically. But in practice, we keep drifting.

I run the main explanations in the front of the room. Y/n floats between the stations helping people troubleshoot. Every once in a while our eyes meet across the room. Then we both immediately look somewhere else. It’s not obvious to anyone else.

 But it’s obvious to us.

Mid-morning, one of the new employees asks a complicated question about the system.

I gesture instinctively. 

“She can-”

I stop halfway through her sentence. She already stepped in beside the employee.

“I’ve got it,” she says quietly.

She explains the solution clearly and quickly. I watch her, proud. And slightly thrown off by how carefully we’re avoiding each other.

At lunch, Jessica sits between us at the table, happily oblivious.

“You two make a good team,” she says while scrolling through emails.

I drink my coffee, “thanks.”

Jessica glances up, “you should collaborate on the final training guide when we get back.”

Neither of us answer immediately.

“Sure,” I say eventually.

Y/n agrees.

The afternoon drags. Every time we end up near each other while helping someone, the air feels heavier. At one point we reach for the same tablet on the table. And our fingers brush.

We both pull back like the device is suddenly hot.

“Sorry,” y/n says quickly.

“You’re good,” I say, just as quickly.

We both step away. The employee we were helping looks between us, confused.

By the time the day ends, the tension hasn’t eased at all. If anything, it’s worse.

We’ve spoken maybe six words directly to each other.

Jessica gathers her things, “long day,” she says. “There’s supposed to be a storm rolling in tonight, so lets head back before traffic gets ugly.”

Outside, the sky is already darkening.

The rain starts halfway through the drive. At first, it’s light. Then the sky opens up.

By the time we reach the house, thunder is rolling somewhere in the distance and the wind is bending the trees along the street.

“Great,” Jessica mutters as we run inside.

We barely get the door closed before a flash of lighting lights up the living room.

Then-

The lights go out.

Everything goes dark.

A second later, the house falls silent except for the rain pounding the roof.

“Well,” Jessica says. “That’s unfortunate.”

I pull out my phone and turn on the flashlight. Y/n does the same.

Two beams of light cut through the dark room.

“Probably the whole block,” Jessica says. “Well, I’m going to bed before this gets worse.”

“Aww, you don’t wanna have a girls night and tell ghost stories?” I reply.

Jessica laughs, “no. This is an excuse to catch up on sleep, and I don’t even have to use my rain sounds on my phone this time.”

“Aren’t people who listen to that supposed to be, like, peaceful?”

Y/n grabs candles from the kitchen drawer, setting them up on the coffee table.

I see Jessica roll her eyes in the flicker of light. 

“Try not to burn the house down.”

Her bedroom door closes.

And just like that-

TW: Forced proximity///Lowkey maybe forbidden ?//G!p Billie//Oral (B & R receiving)//Fingering//Penetration

Part One:

I’ve been working for a new company for about three months now. It’s a behavioral health company and I work on the backend of things. When our clinicians and staff have issues with their computer or software, they submit a ticket, and we jump in and help. It’s an awesome company. We offer therapy, substance abuse therapy and DUI classes for court, housing assistance, and have our own crisis center. Being apart of a company that supports and advocates for mental health is really wonderful. It makes me feel like I’m able to give back and that’s a very gratifying feeling.

We have several locations in town and our department is primarily based out of one location. In our office here, there’s me, this guy Jack, Alex, and Billie. Jack is your typical I.T. guy, nerdy, full of random facts, and very professional. Alex is the veteran of our department, she’s quiet at first, then she’s goofy, extremely knowledgeable, and she’s our go-to for questions. Billie is definitely the personality hire. She’s loud, outspoken, filled with ideas, and she breezes through the job. Not that she doesn’t do a good job by any means, she’s just so casual about work, you’d think she never thinks twice about what she needs to do.

I’ve caught onto our system quick and have been in a good routine. I’m very quiet when I start a new job, it takes me a while to open up. My main focus when I begin a new job is to learn the job first, and make friends later. I’m naturally a reserved person. I chat with the team here and there, but it’s mostly small talk.

 Jessica is our boss. She’s kind of intimidating. She knows her stuff, has high expectations, and is very direct about what she wants.

Today she called me into her office and I internally panicked, immediately trying to figure out what I messed up.

When I knocked on her door and stepped inside, Billie was sitting in one of the chairs in front of Jessica’s desk.

They both warmly greet me, but I genuinely  have no idea what is going on.

“Y/N, please, take a seat.”

I sit and bite the inside of my cheek.

“So, you’re probably wondering why you’re here. As you both know, we’re opening a new facility up north. They would like us to go up there and train their employees, and set up their system,” says Jessica.

“Okay..” I wait for her to continue.

“I would like both of you to come with me at the end of the month to do that. We’ll drive up together, the company got us an AirBNB, and we’ll be there for a week.”

I’m stunned, “me?”

She smiles, “yes you, y/n. You’ve caught onto our system with ease and I think being that you’re the newest to the team, you’ll be able to determine what in our training is beneficial, and what can be tweaked. You have the most fresh pair of eyes and I believe you will be able to show the new employees the tricks that have helped you succeed so quickly.”

I nod.

She turns to Billie, “and you. You are the most sociable and outgoing in our department. You are the calmest person I’ve ever met in a crisis, and I know you’ll handle training a brand new team with ease. The questions and mishaps won’t stress you, and our new employees need to see that.”

“You trust me enough to train a whole new team? Aren’t you afraid I’ll corrupt them?” Billie asks, with a sly smile.

Jessica laughs and shakes her head, “I trust that you’ll help them acclimate in a comfortable environment. You can worry about corruption later.”

“Sounds great, I’m in,” she says.

I smile politely, “this is a wonderful opportunity, thank you.”

I don’t look over, but I can feel Billie’s eyes on me.

 “Perfect, I’m glad you guys are on board. I’ll email you with details.”

We both depart from her office and retreat to our own offices.

I’ve been struck with nerves since I set foot in that office. 

I’m intimidated by the training, but I’m more intimidated about being on a week long trip with Billie. 

I don’t not like Billie. It’s quite the opposite. Maybe a little too much. She naturally has a flirty personality and to say she’s stunning, is an understatement.

She has jet black hair, the most dreamy blue eyes I’ve ever seen, beautiful full lips, a raspy voice, and her body is incredible.

She makes me uneasy. Mostly, because I don’t know how to act around her. I’m twice as shy around her, because I don’t want her to know I have a little crush on her. I try to make it a point to not date coworkers. 

The next few weeks fly by, but my nerves never fully settle. Jessica emailed us the plans, what exactly the new team needs training on (which is everything, by the way), a rough idea of the itinerary, and most importantly, what food we’d like for the house. We’ll be gone from Sunday-Sunday and the new clinic is five hours away.

Two nights before the trip, I have a list.

Actually, three lists.

One on my phone, one on a sticky note on my desk, and one written in a small notebook I keep for work.

Most of it is normal:

Laptop charger

Extra outfits

Training notes

Notebook

Comfortable shoes

I check things off carefully…and then I check them again.

Focusing on the “logistics” is easier than thinking about the other thing. 

The other thing being that I’m about to spend an entire week with Billie. A five hour car ride. The same worksite. The same house. Constant proximity. 

My brain tries not to linger on that. It lingers anyway.

That night, I fold my clothes on my bed, when I catch myself thinking, what if she talks the whole drive?

The thought makes me pause. Not because I mind talking.

But because Billie has this way of talking to people that makes it feel like she’s paying attention in a way that’s hard to ignore.

Direct eye contact. Easy smiles. Little teasing comments. It makes people open up without meaning to. 

I’ve noticed that at work. I’ve also noticed that sometimes, Billie does it with me.

Which is…nerve wracking. Not bad. Just unsettling.

The night before the trip, I repack my bag twice. 

The second time, I tell myself it’s because I forgot to pack a sweater.

That’s partially true.

But I also spend an unreasonable amount of time standing in front of my closet, trying to decide what counts as “normal lounge clothes that don’t look unprofessional.”

I pull one shirt off the hanger.

I put it back.

I pull another one out. This is ridiculous, I tell myself.

It’s a work trip. 

No one cares what I wear. Especially not Billie.

That thought lands weirdly.

I push the thought away and instead fold my shirts and pack my suitcase. 

The morning of the trip I arrive early. Much earlier than I needed to. It’s Sunday, so the clinic parking lot is empty, aside from security.

I sit in my car for a minute before getting out, checking my bag one more time even though I already know everything is in it.

My brain runs through the week ahead like a schedule.

Training, equipment setup, presentations, long workdays. 

That’s manageable. 

What I don’t think about-what I very deliberately avoid thinking about-is the downtime.

Car rides, dinners, what happens after the workday ends. 

Because that’s where Billie tends to take up space. With talking, teasing, watching people with that amused, observant look.

I exhale slowly and remind myself, it’s just a week.

I’ve worked with her before. It’s never been a problem.

Jessica’s car pulls into the parking lot and she’s already organized. She’s giving clipboard energy; travel itinerary printed and snacks for the road.

Billie arrives last, sunglasses on, acting like 7 a.m. is a personal offense.

I stand there awkwardly by my bag, unsure of where to put myself.

Billie clocks me immediately.

Not in a loud, obvious way, just a small pause. A curious look.

“Morning,” she says with an easy smile.

I return it, smaller. “Morning.”

Jessica starts directing like she’s a traffic controller. 

“Okay, bags in the trunk. We want to be on the road in five.”

Seats get negotiated without anyone really saying it out loud. Jessica drives, Billie claims shotgun, and I end up in the back.

Which means Billie keeps turning around to talk to me.

***Billie’s POV***

I don’t clock it as a “problem” at first. I notice Demi, sure. But I notice everyone, that’s kind of my thing. People are interesting. Reactions are interesting. The way someone smiles when they’re caught off guard, or how they deflect compliments, or how long it takes before they relax around me. It’s a game I’m very good at.

So when I see Demi in the parking lot, I immediately register it. She’s been waiting a while, she probably got here early. She’s quiet, observant, and hard to read. Interesting. I want to see if I can break through a little on this drive.

***Y/N’s POV***

At first it’s polite work talk.

Jessica goes over the training schedule, “this afternoon we’ll help them set up their equipment and show them common hiccups that come with launching the platform. Monday, we’ll walk them through the platform and protocols. Tuesday, we start hands-on training.”

Billie half listens and half watches me in the rearview mirror.

Eventually she twists in her seat.

“So,” she says casually. “Five hours in a car together. We should probably establish some road trip rules.”

Jessica sighs, “please don’t.”

“Rule one,” Billie continues anyway, “driver picks the music. Passengers can complain, but only respectfully.”

I let out a small laugh that I try to hide.

Billie notices immediately.

“Ah,” she says, pointing. “You laughed. You’re on my side.”

I feel the blush creeping over my cheeks.

“I didn’t pick a side.”

“Too late.”

Hour Two.

Music starts playing. 

At first it’s Jessica’s safe playlist, classic radio stuff.

Billie eventually steals the phone.

“Oh my god, we cannot do five hours of this.”

“You absolutely can,” Jessica says.

Billie scrolls. “What do you listen to?” she asks me over her shoulder.

The question caught me by surprise for some reason.

“Um…a little bit of everything.”

“That is not an answer.”

Jessica chuckles.

Billie persists, “artist. Right now. Go.”

After a pause, I say “Radiohead.”

“No way.”

The next song that plays makes me visibly panic, because everyone now knows my taste.

But Billie starts singing along dramatically, purposely terrible.

And suddenly, without meaning to, I’m laughing harder.

Hour Three.

We stop for gas and snacks. Jessica goes inside for coffee, leaving Billie leaning against the car, while I awkwardly try to decide whether to stay outside, or follow.

“You don’t have to hide from me,” Billie says lightly.

“I’m not hiding.”

“You absolutely are.”

I shrug, “still getting used to everything.”

“The team?”

“Yeah.”

Billie softens a little. “Well…for what it’s worth, you’re doing really good.”

I’m genuinely surprised, “you think so?”

“Yeah,” Billie says. “And I’m very good at judging people.”

“Is that your official qualification?”

“Among others,” she says with the smallest smirk.

Jessica comes back before the conversation can get deeper. 

But something shifted.

Hour Four.

Back in the car, Billie starts asking small questions.

Nothing too intense. 

“Where’d you move from?” “How long have you been in the field?” “Do you always sit this quietly in cars?”

I answer a little easily now and sometimes Jessica joins in. Sometimes Billie throws in playful commentary.

When I admit I’ve never taken a road trip like this before, Billie turns around dramatically.

“You’re kidding.”

“No.”

“We’re fixing that this week.”

Hour Five.

By the last hour, the vibe is much looser.

We’re all tired, a little delirious. I’ve talked more than I expected. Billie has successfully made me laugh multiple times. 

We finally pull into the driveway of the Airbnb and Jessica stretches and says, “alright. Settle in, we’ll leave for the clinic in two hours.”

She grabs her bags and heads inside.

“Five hours,” Billie says.

“And?”

“You survived me.”

I smile a little, “barely.”

Billie grins, “oh good. That means the rest of the week will be interesting.

What the hell does that mean?

***Billie’s POV***

About thirty minutes into the drive, I realized something is different. Not with the situation, but with…me.

I kept looking in the rearview mirror. Not consciously at first. Just…checking. Y/n is sitting in the back, looking at the window, occasionally smiling at something Jessica says. She didn’t talk much. But when she does, it’s thoughtful. Direct. Not filler conversation.

I kept finding myself turning around more than usual. Asking questions, pulling her into conversations. At one point I made a joke just to see if she’d laugh.

She did.

It was small, quick -but real. For some reason, something about that lands. Okay, so. This one’s harder to get. Which, if I’m being honest, makes me want to try a little more.

***Y/N’s POV***

We grab our bags and follow behind Jessica. The place is nice than I expected. An open living room and kitchen, soft yellow lights.

But the sleeping arrangements are….unfortunate to say the least.

Two bedrooms.

Jessica claims the master, already dragging her suitcase down the hall.

Which leaves the second room.

Two twin beds.

Billie leans against the doorway, glancing inside.

“Well,” she says lightly. “Guess we’re roommates.”

I freeze for a fraction of a second, before nodding. “Yeah.”

“Don’t worry,” Billie adds. “I’m a very respectful roommate.”

I raise an eyebrow, “that sounds like something someone says right before they’re a terrible roommate.”

“Billie grins, “wow. You’re onto me already.”

We drop our bags in the room.

I move efficiently, almost too efficiently. Unpacking toiletries, folding clothes, creating a small orderly space around my bed.

Billie…does not.

She flops backward onto her mattress dramatically.

“Five hours in a car should legally count as a full workday.”

I smile faintly while arranging my things.

“You were the one who kept talking the whole time.”

“Someone had to keep the morale up.”

I glance at her, “you mean annoy everyone.”

“Exactly,” she grins, clearly proud.

I wisp around the room; hanging up my clothes, perfectly lining up my shoe selection, tucking my house clothes into the dresser.

I’m really just trying to look busy, because I’m too nervous to settle around Billie. She’s scrolling on her phone, but her eyes wander to me every so often, and I pretend not to notice.

After I run out of things to organize, I tell her, “I’m gonna go get some air.”

“Enjoy the air.”

Once I step onto the porch, it feels like I can breathe again. I find solace in sitting alone on the porch. I scroll through my phone, hoping I can get lost in Tiktok. 

It works, until I hear the door open.

“Hey, I made a salad if you want to eat before we head to the office,” says Jessica.

Thank god it’s just her…

“Thank you,” I get up to follow her back inside.

Billie’s sitting at the counter, already eating.

We all make small talk and it doesn’t feel awkward. Maybe this won’t be so bad.

“Okay, ladies. Get cleaned up, or whatever you need to do. We’ll head out in about fifteen.”

“Do we need to wear work attire?” I ask.

Jessica shakes her head, “no, this is just an informal set up. Just throw on jeans and a shirt, or something.”

“Thank god,” Billie says.

“Not to burst your bubble, but work attire for the rest of the week.”

Billie groans and Jessica laughs.

We arrive shortly after lunch.

The new clinic still has that “half finished” feeling. Boxes are stacked against the walls, rolling chairs not fully assembled, cords and monitors waiting to be connected.

A few members of the new team are already there, looking slightly overwhelmed.

Jessica claps her hands once they walk in.

“Perfect timing,” she says. “We’re setting up equipment before training starts tomorrow.”

She starts assigning things immediately.

“You two take the small training room stations.”

Billie gives a lazy salute, “yes, boss.”

I grab a tablet and a box of cables and we head down the hall together.

The training room is full of unopened boxes.

Billie drops her bag by the counter and surveys the mess.

“Well,” she says. “This is chaotic.”

I nod, “a little.”

Billie grabs a box cutter and slices through the tape on the nearest package.

“Alright. Let’s see what we’ve got.”

At first it’s normal.

We unpack monitors, set up stands, plug in cables.

I focus on the equipment in front of me. Because focusing on the equipment is very important right now.

What I’m not focusing on is the fact that Billie is standing about two feet away.

Or the way she hums quietly while working.

Or how easily she moves around the room, leaning against counters and stepping around boxes like she’s completely comfortable anywhere.

I keep my attention on the tablet I’m configuring.

“Hey,” Billie’s voice pulls me out of it.

I look up, “yeah?”

Billie holds up two identical cords, “which one of these is the ethernet cable again?”

I walk over automatically.

“That one.” I point.

Billie grins, “good. I was about to guess.”

“You shouldn’t guess with networking equipment.”

“See, that’s why I keep you around.”

I freeze for a half second.

That sounded like flirting.

I decide not to react. “Hand it here,” I say, reaching for the cable.

Our fingers brush briefly as Billie passes it to me.

I immediately look down at the cable like it’s extremely complicated. 

It’s not.

I’m just suddenly very aware of the interaction.

Billie doesn’t seem bothered at all. She just leans back against the counter and watches me connect the cable.

“You’re very focused,” she says.

I keep working, “I’m setting up the system.”

“Right.”

There’s a pause.

“Very focused.”

I feel warmth creeping up the back of my neck.

A few minutes later Billie climbs onto a stool to mount a monitor bracket.

“Hold this steady,” she says, handing me the base.

I grip it while Billie reaches up to tighten the screws.

“Careful,” I say.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re leaning.”

“I’m balancing.”

“You’re definitely leaning.”

Billie glances down at me. Our positioning makes my heart speed up a touch.

“You worried about me?”

I immediately regret saying anything. “No. I just don’t want the monitor to fall.”

Billie smirks.

“Sure.”

When the monitor is finally mounted, Billie hops down.

We’re suddenly standing closer than before. I step back almost instantly.

“Okay,” I pick up the tablet again. “Let’s test the system.”

Billie watches me for a second.

“You’re doing that thing.”

I look up, “what thing?”

“That thing where you suddenly get very busy.”

“I am busy.”

Billie laughs quietly, “sure.”

We’re in another training room, the last one to set up. Billie’s standing on the stool again, trying to adjust the monitor mount, muttering under her breath.

“This thing is-okay, who designed this?”

I hold the instruction sheet, scanning it.

“You skipped a step.”

“I did not-”

She glances down.

“...okay, maybe I did.”

“Here,” I say, stepping closer.

I reach up to adjust the bracket, one hand steadying the edge of the monitor while the other fixes the piece Billie missed.

“Hold still,” I murmur.

“I am holding still.”

“You’re definitely moving.”

“I’m definitely balancing,” she quips back.

I huff a quiet laugh, but stay still.

I lean in a little more, focused, fixing the alignment.

For a second, everything is just the task.

Then-

I pause. Just for a moment. But Billie, being Billie, notices immediately.

“What?”

I don’t answer right away, but I’m looking at her. Not in a flustered way, just in a quiet observant way.

“...What??”

I blink, realizing I just got caught staring.

Then without thinking too much about it-”you lean in when you’re concentrating.”

Billie slightly frowns, “I…what?”

I gesture vaguely, “Like-just a little. You don’t even notice you’re doing it.”

Billie goes still.

“That’s not a thing.”

“It is.”

I adjust the bracket again, but continue on, “you did it earlier with the cables too.”

Billie lets out a quiet, disbelieving laugh.

“You’ve been tracking my posture all day?”

“I notice things.”

“That’s a little concerning.”

My mouth curves slightly. “It’s efficient.”

Billie shakes her head, but there’s a smile there now.

“Okay, but why is that distracting?”

I pause again.

And something I can’t name shifts.

Because I realize what I’m saying. And I probably shouldn’t say it. 

But I do anyway, “it makes you closer than you think you are.”

Billie blinks, “...closer?”

I nod once, like that explains everything.

“Yeah.”

There’s a beat. Then Billie slowly steps down off the stool. Now we’re standing at (almost) eye level, with only a few inches between us.

“Like this?” Billie whispers.

I immediately realize my mistake. 

My eyes flick up to meet hers-and. Now we’re close. Like actually close.

Not just observationally, but physically.

“Yes,” I say, a little too quickly.

Billie tilts her head slightly, studying me.

And for the first time. She doesn’t have a joke ready.

“Oh,” she says.

I look away, flustered now. “I just meant-during work-it can-”

“Distract you?” Billie finishes.

I exhale, “...sometimes.”

Billie smiles slowly, like she knows that that, was not accidental.

***Billie’s POV***

For the rest of the afternoon we move from room to room setting up equipment.

Y/N answers technical questions and I chat easily with the new staff, cracking jokes and keeping the mood light.

But every time we cross paths in a hallway or reach for the same box…

I feel it again.

That strange, heightened awareness. 

Not uncomfortable. Just…impossible to ignore.

At one point she’s crouched down connecting cables under a desk when I lean down beside her. 

“Need another adapter?”

She glances up.

Our faces are suddenly closer than expected. “Uh-yeah.”

I hand it to her, “here.”

Our hands brush again.

She looks back at the cables very quickly, trying to avoid eye contact.

I smile hard to myself.

By the time we finish for the day, the clinic looks almost ready for training.

Jessica checks the last station.

“Good work. Everything’s ready for tomorrow.”

She straightens from the desk she’s been working at. 

Across the room, I catch her eye for a second. Just long enough to give her a small, amused look. 

Like I’ve noticed something she hasn’t said out loud. Because I have.

Y/n immediately looks back down at the tablet in her hands. Which only makes me smile a little more.

The ride back to the house is fine. We go over the game plan for the next day and go over what time we need to leave. For dinner, we all agreed we’d just eat food at the Airbnb, all of us are beat from the long day.

When we get back, we all change. It’s extremely weird to be around my boss with both of us in lounge clothes. 

Jessica and I make a sandwich and chips. Once Billie joins us, I offer her one.

“Nah, I’m good. I have my eye on something in there,” she glances toward the cabinet.

We settle at the table and I try not to pay attention to what Billie’s doing. I strike up conversation with Jessica about her dogs. 

The chair caddy corner from me pulls out and she sets down a bowl.

I raise a brow, “cereal?”

She nods and smiles.

“You have an entire fridge stocked and you had your eye on cereal??” I ask.

Jessica laughs, “why does that not surprise me?”

Billie shrugs, “because you know I have a child-like wonder and spirit.”

“Mhm, that’s one word for it,” Jessica says as she gets up.

“Well, I’m exhausted from being a chauffeur and bossing you guys around all day, so I’m gonna head to bed.”

“You must be exhausted every day then,” says Billie.

Jessica laughs and rolls her eyes, “good night.”

We both tell her good night. And that leaves just us.

I get up to grab a glass from the cabinet and Billie joins shortly after, refilling her bowl.

I say, “you’re gonna regret that tomorrow.”

“Future me can handle it.”

Billie watches me.

“You’re very organized,” she says casually.

“What does that mean?”

“You fold everything. Put things back exactly where they go.”

“That’s normal.”

“Not in this house it’s not.”

I fill my glass at the sink.

We both stand here quietly for a moment.

Billie gestures with her spoon, “try it.”

“What?”

“The cereal. It’s elite.”

“I’m not eating cereal at ten at night.”

“Coward.”

I roll my eyes but step closer anyway. “Fine. One bite.”

Billie holds the bowl out between us.

I reach for the spoon at the same time Billie shifts her grip.

Our hands meet. Our fingers brush first.

Then our hands actually settle against each other around the spoon handle.

It lasts maybe one second. Maybe two.

But neither of us pull away immediately.

My eyes flick up to hers and then I suddenly pull my hand back.

“Sorry,” my voice quieter than usual.

Billie clears her throat, trying to pretend she didn’t just feel that. 

“You’re good.”

She hands me the spoon again, more carefully this time.

I take a quick bite and immediately wince. 

“That is way too sweet.”

Billie laughs, “blasphemy.”

I set the spoon back in the bowl, but this time our hands don’t touch. And somehow that feels more noticeable.

I turn back towards the sink, finishing my water.

I can feel Billie watching me.

“You’re blushing,” she says lightly.

I nearly choke on my water.

“I am not.”

“Mmm, you absolutely are.”

“I’m tired.”

“Sure.”

I set the glass down quickly and walk towards the hallway.

“Goodnight.”

Billie calls out after me, “you barely tried the cereal.”

“I tried enough!”

***Billie’s POV***

I’ve already decided I like talking to her. Not in a big, dramatic way. Just…enough to keep it going. So I do what I always do. Tease, make light, easy comments. Nothing too obvious, just testing. I don’t think very hard about any of it, because this is normal for me. This is how I interact with people I like. Friendly, a little flirty, low stakes. 

Except…

Y/n doesn’t react like most people. She doesn’t flirt back, but she doesn’t shut it down either.

She just…I don’t know. Absorbs it? Thinks about it?  Sometimes it looks like she’s trying to figure it out and that’s new. 

Things kind of start to shift. It happens in small moments. In the kitchen during lunch. The way y/n pauses before answering questions, like she’s choosing her words carefully. The way she laughs-like she doesn’t expect to. The way she looks at me. It’s not constant, but it’s direct. Like she’s actually paying attention and isn’t just trying to get in my pants. I caught it once, and held the eye contact for a second longer t

than necessary. Then y/n looked away first. Huh.

By the time we started setting up equipment, I’m fully aware of one thing; I’ve paid more attention to y/n more than I planned to.

I told myself it’s because we’re working together, that makes sense. But I also notice things I don’t normally care about. The way she focuses. How she explains things clearly without over-talking. How she gets a little flustered when our hands brush. That one in particular was…intriguing.

So I started testing it. Not aggressively, just small things. Standing a little closer, letting our hands brush when we pass something, watching for a reaction. And I get one. Every time. It’s subtle, but it’s there.

***Y/N’s POV***

An hour goes by and I can’t shut my brain off to sleep. Billie came into the room shortly after I did and I pretended to be asleep. I can’t even wrap my head around another ounce of tension. I decide to go out into the kitchen and work on some presentations for this weeks training. Might as well make my time useful. Mostly, I decide on this so I can’t replay the whole day in my mind for the eighth time.

Before I know it, forty five minutes have passed and I’ve created half a presentation about how to create quick links for the staff to access when they need to reboot their system.

I suddenly hear footsteps approaching. And then there’s a Billie.

“Couldn’t sleep either?”

“Just grabbing water.”

There’s a short silence.

She casually says, “you laugh more than I expected.”

I blink, “what?”

“In the car. You seem quiet at work. I wasn’t sure if you secretly hated us.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Good,” Billie says. “That would ruin my plans.”

I frown slightly, “what plans?”

Billie takes a sip of water, watching me over the rim of the glass.

“To make you laugh again.”

I can feel my ears start to turn pink.

“That’s a strange goal.”

“Not really.”

Another pause.

Billie tilts her head a little.

“Besides…you get this look right before you do.”

“What look?”

“Like you’re trying very hard not to.”

I shake my head quickly, “I do n-”

She cuts me off, “you do.”

Billie pushes off the fridge and steps a little closer to the counter. Not invading space. Just enough to make me suddenly aware of it.

“You go quiet,” she continues. “Then your mouth does that thing.”

“What thing?”

“That.”

I press my lips together instinctively.

Billie grins, “see?”

I look down at my water bottle, very aware of how flustered I look now.

“You’re making that up.”

“I’m not.”

Another step closer.

Billie lowers her voice slightly, playful, but softer now.

“Actually,” she says. “You’re doing it right now.”

I look up too fast and now we’re a lot closer than I expected. 

For a moment neither of us moves.

Then I clear my throat and close my laptop.

“I’m going to bed.”

I turn and high tail it down the hallway.

Billie calls after me again, clearly amused. “Goodnight.”

I pause in my tracks. “Goodnight.”

**Billie’s POV***

I hold onto my glass of water and smile into it. She’s catching on…right?.

I walk back into the bedroom a few minutes later, y/ni is already under the covers, very clearly pretending to be asleep.

I smile even harder to myself. Because she definitely wasn’t asleep earlier, either. And I definitely made her flustered. 

I get into bed and stare at the ceiling. Across the room, I hear her shift under her blanket.

“You’re still doing it,” I say.

She groans into her pillow, “Billie. Go to sleep.”

I smile wide and my mind is going wild.Then realize something I don’t love. I can’t tell if y/n thinks this is just my personality. Or if she knows. Because I am like this with everyone. I tease, I flirt, I joke. I keep things light and keep people comfortable. But now I have a problem I’ve never really had before: How do I make it clear it’s different…without saying it outright?

***Y/N’s POV***

The next day starts rough.

Jessica disappears into meetings the moment we arrive at the clinic.

“Administrative calls all day,” she says, already halfway down the hall. “You two are in the main training room. Try not to start a riot.”

And then she’s gone.

Which leaves Billie and I standing in front of ten brand new employees who all look mildly overwhelmed. 

Billie claps once. “Alright,” she says, bright and easy. “Good news is, you’ve got the fun trainers today.”

I glance sideways at her, “fun?” 

“Relatively speaking.”

The day spirals almost instantly.

Someone logs into the wrong system. A training module won’t load. One of the devices refuses to connect to WiFi no matter how many times we restart it.

By mid-afternoon, we’re moving constantly between stations helping people.

Despite the chaos, we fall into the same rhythm we had the day before.

Billie leads the explanations, I quietly fix the problems beside her.

At one point an employee asks a complicated question about the software.

Billie gestures toward me, “she’s the real expert. I just talk louder.”

I look slightly horrified to suddenly have everyone’s attention, but I explain it calmly. And by the end, the room actually understands.

Billie watches me with a small, impressed smile.

By the time the last employee leaves, the clinic is quiet again. The lights in the hallway have dimmed. 

Billie drops into a chair.

“Well,” she says, stretching her arms over her head, “we survived.”

I sink into the chair beside her, “barely.”

There’s a comfortable silence for a moment. 

“Any status of Jessica’s whereabouts?” Billie asks.

That was my reminder to check my phone for the first time in hours.

“She texted thirty minutes ago and said her meeting ran late, so her last one got pushed. Looks like we’re stuck here for another hour.”

Billie dramatically sighs.

I pull out my laptop again. “We should probably update the presentation for tomorrow.”

She groans, “you’re relentless.”

“It’ll make it easier.”

She knows I’m right, so she scoots her chair closer to me.

She eventually gets restless and stands, leaning over my shoulder to watch the screen.

“Okay,” Billie says. “Move that graphic up a little.”

I drag it on the screen, “like this?”

“Yeah.”

Billie doesn’t move away.

Instead, she rests her hand lightly on the back of the chair, leaning closer to see the screen. I’m trying to focus on the powerpoint in front of me, but I’m too aware of her hand.

She’s close enough that I can feel the warmth of her next to my shoulder. She smells like vanilla, mint, and wood. And that makes concentrating…suddenly way more difficult.

“Next slide,” Billie says.

I click it forward.

Billie studies it. “Hmm.”

“What?”

“You should present this part tomorrow.”

I shake my head, “no.”

“Yes.” 

“I’m not doing that.”

“You explained it perfectly today.”

“That was different.”

“How?”

“There were fewer people.”

“There were ten.”’

“Exactly!”

***Billie’s POV***

I laugh quietly.

“You realize everyone listens to you when you talk, right?”

She glances up at me.

“They listen to you.”

“That’s because I’m loud.”

She studies me for a second. “Also, because you’re confident.”

I shrug, “fake it long enough and it sticks.”

She looks back at the screen, thinking. Also needing to break eye contact, because holy shit that’s making both of us nervous. “You’re not faking it.”

I go still for a moment. That was not the direction I expected the conversation to go.

“Careful,” I say after a second. “You keep saying nice things like that and I might start believing you.”

She smiles faintly, but keeps working. God, she’s hard.

Another slide changes.

I lean in a little closer to point at something on the screen. My arm brushes lightly against her shoulder this time. Slightly intentionally.

Neither of us move.

Y/n’s cursor pauses on the slide and I notice.

“You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

“That thing where you freeze.”

“I’m thinking.”

“Sure.”

Y/n turns slightly in the chair to look up at me.

I’m still leaning over the back of it, close enough now that the distance between us feels smaller than usual.

“Why do you keep watching me like that?” she asks, quietly.

I raise an eyebrow, “like what?”

“Like you’re studying me.”

I consider for a second. 

I decide to be a little more honest than the usual, “because you’re interesting.”

Y/n blinks.

“Interesting?”

“Yeah.”

She breaks the eye contact again and looks back at the screen. “That’s a vague answer.”

I lean my elbow on the back of the chair, still close.

“Okay,” I say. “You want specifics?”

Y/n hesitates, “...maybe.”

I lower my voice a tad, “you pretend you’re quiet and reserved. But you say things that throw me off all the time.”

I see her ears start turning pink.

“I do not.”

“You do.”

I gesture lightly toward her, “yesterday in the last training room.”

She groans softly, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know,” I smile. “That’s why it worked.”

She finally looks up again. And because I’m leaning so close over the chair, our faces are suddenly much nearer than either of us planned.

Neither of us speaks for a moment.

I straighten slightly, but not all the way. “You’re blushing again,” I say softly.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

Y/n exhales, trying to regain composure. “You’re impossible to work with.”

“And yet,” I say, glancing at the unfinished presentation on the screen, “you stayed late with me.”

“Jessica is literally our ride.”

“There’s a thing called Uber.”

She pauses for a moment and I can practically see the gears turning. “...we had work to finish.”

I smile to myself, “sure.”

But neither of us move. And the room feels a little smaller than it did when we started.

***Y/n’s POV***

We changed our positions and we have the presentation on the projector.

“You’re overthinking it,” she says.

“I’m not.”

“You erased it three times.”

I pause mid sentence, “I’m making it clearer.”

“It was clear the first time.”

I exhale, stepping back from the board.

“You’re not the one presenting it.”

Billie tilts her head, “no, but I am the one who has watched you explain it to five different people perfectly today.”

“That’s different!”

“How?”

I gesture vaguely, “it just is.”

There’s a beat.

Then Billie walks over.

Not rushed.

But not hesitant either.

She stops just slightly behind me.

***Billie’s POV***

“Walk me through it,” I say.

She nods, turning slightly toward the board again.

“Okay, so first-”

She starts explaining. 

And like always-she’s good at it. Clear. Calm. Focused.

I watch her instead of the board, not even trying to hide it this time.

At some point, y/n notices.

She falters just a tad.

“...and then the system-”

She stops and turns her head a little. “What?”

I don’t answer. I just look at her, the same look as before. Steady, intent.

“You do that thing,” I say quietly. 

“What thing?”

“When you explain something and forget I’m here.”

“I didn’t forget-”

“You did.

Y/n turns fully now, leaving us closer than we were a second ago.

I can tell she hadn’t noticed when she forgot I was in the room.

“I was explaining it,” she says.

“I know.”

There’s a pause. Then softer I say, “I like when you do that.”

Her breath catches just the tiniest bit. “Why?”

I shrug, “because you stop trying so hard.”

I notice her fingers tighten around the marker. 

“I’m not trying-”

“Yes you are.”

I take another step closer, leaving barely any space between us. “And you don’t have to.”

Y/n doesn’’t move away. That’s the problem. That’s always the problem. She just stands there, looking at me. Thinking, feeling. Not stepping back.

I drop my voice a little, “you’re going to do fine tomorrow.”

She shakes her head, “you don’t know that.”

“I do.”

“You don’t.”

“I do,” I repeat, softer. Because I mean it.

I see her exhale slowly, “you’re distracting,” she says, almost under her breath.

I curve my lips up, “yeah?”

I reach out, very lightly.. My fingers brush her arm. Not pulling, just…there.

Y/n doesn’t move away. Her eyes flick to my lips for a split second. Then back up.

That’s all it takes.

I lean in, slow. Careful, giving her time to back out. To give her space to stop it.

But right before our lips meet-

The door opens.

“Hey-”

We both jerk apart immediately. Too fast and too obvious.

One of the new employees stands in the doorway, halfway in.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know anyone was still here.”

I step back, running a hand through my hair.

“Yeah, we’re-we’re just finishing up.”

Y/n turns back to the board like she’s been working this whole time.

“Just reviewing slides,” she says.

The new employee nods awkwardly, “right, okay. See you guys tomorrow.”

The door closes and we’re met with immediate silence that's heavy.

Neither of us look at each other right away.

“Well,” I finally say.

Y/n lets out a breath she was holding. “Yeah.”

“That was…” I trail off.

“Bad timing,” she finishes my sentence.

I huff out a laugh, “very.”

We don’t try again. Not this time. The moments broken, but it’s not gone.

Her phone buzzes and she checks it. “You ready?”

I nod, “yeah.”

We gather our things, more carefully this time. More aware. 

***Y/N’s POV***

We don’t talk about it when we leave the office. We don’t even look at each other right away. It’s all very practical; packing up, turning off the lights, locking doors. Movements that are just a little too precise, like we’re both trying to stay inside something controlled.

The almost kiss keeps lingering in the space between us. Unfinished.

We spot Jessica waiting by the car, “long night?” 

“Yeah,” Billie answers.

“Are you too tired to drive, Billie?” asks Jessica.

She shakes her head and Jessica tosses her the keys.

Billie slides into the driver seat, Jessica in the passenger. “We were just finishing up some slides,” she says as she starts the engine.

The radio comes on low and Jessica starts talking. The schedule for tomorrow, who’s leading what, reminders about timing.

Billie responds where needed. 

“Yeah, that works.”

“I’ll handle that section.

It’s normal. Completely normal. But we both know it’s not. 

In the backseat, I’m staring out the window. But I’m not actually seeing anything. My brain is stuck on the last ten seconds in that office. The way I didn’t move. The way I almost did.

The way I know, without question, that if we hadn’t been interrupted…

I exhale slowly and shift in my seat.

***Billie’s POV***

Up front,I’m gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary.

I keep answering our boss, nodding along, but my mind keeps drifting. Back to that same moment. That look. The pause. The fact that y/n didn’t pull away. She didn’t stop it.

At a red light I glance in the rearview mirror, without meaning to, just for a second.

Our eyes meet. And this time…neither of us looks away immediately.

It’s brief. But it’s enough.

The light turns green and my eyes are diverted back on the road.

The rest of the drive is filled with Jessica talking. Deadlines, timelines, practical things.

But underneath it, there’s something else now. 

It’s a tension that isn’t chaotic like before. It’s sharper. More aware. Because we both know exactly what almost happened.

When we pull into the Airbnb drive way, the car goes quiet.

Jessica unbuckles her seatbelt, “big day tomorrow. Get some sleep.”

And she heads inside.

We both sit in the silence, neither of us getting out. For a moment, it’s just the two of us again. The same silence from the office, just in a different place.

I glance back, “you okay?”

Y/n nods, but it isn’t immediate.

“Yeah.”

A beat. Then quieter, she says, “are you?”

I huff a small humorless laugh. “Probably not.”

This almost pulls a smile out of y/n. Almost.

Another pause. Then she says it. “We shouldn’t have done that.”

I lean back in my seat, “didn’t, technically.”

I hear her exhale, “you know what I mean.”

“Yeah,” I say. Because I do.

Another pause. 

Then- “...do you regret it?” she asks.

That lands heavier. 

I don’t answer right away, because the honest answer isn’t simple.

“No,” I say finally.

I see her nod. “Me neither.”

And that’s the problem.

***Y/N’s POV***

We sit for another second.

 Billie reaches for the door, “we should probably go inside.”

I nod and open the door.

Inside, everything is quiet. Lights on, house still. Jessica already disappeared into her room.

It’s the same as last night. Predictable, safe.

We’re in the living room, standing a few feet apart.

Neither of us moves first, both frozen.

Billie breaks first, “you didn’t stop me.”

Not accusing, just…stating it.

I finally feel brave enough to meet her eyes, “I know.”

“Why?” she asks.

I hesitate. Because I could say a lot of things. 

Instead I go with the simplest one. “...I didn’t want to.”

Billie’s eyes flicker and something shifts immediately. She takes a small step closer.

“Then why did you stop it.”

I sigh, rubbing my face. “Because we were at work.”

“Someone walked in,” Billie adds.

“That too.”

A pause.

Then- “and because this is a bad idea,” I finish.

There it is. Out loud, out in the open.

Billie nods once, “yeah, it is.”

No argument, no pushback, just agreement.

We both stand here, both knowing it. Same department, same boss. Same house. There’s no space to pretend it wouldn’t get messy.

But neither of us moves away.

I cross my arms, attempting to hold myself in place. “We can’t keep doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Almost?”

I whisper, “yeah.”

Billie says quietly, “you’re the one who keeps not walking away.”

“And you’re the one who keeps stepping closer.”

I can tell that lands, fair.

Silence stretches again, heavier now. Because we’ve both said enough to make it real.

Billie shifts her weight and for once, she doesn’t close the distance. She doesn’t push it, doesn’t test it. But part of me wants her to.

“Okay,” she finally says. Just that.

I nod, “okay.”

But neither of us sound convinced.

After a second, I look towards the hallway. “I think I’m gonna try to get some sleep.”

“Yeah, probably a good idea.”

I turn and walk away first. I don’t stop, or look back. Because if I do, I’ll run right back into her. 

***Billie’s POV***

I stay in the living room a little while longer. Staring at the space where she was standing, like it’ll make her appear again. I keep running the moment back again. The almost. The way it felt like it was going to happen. The way it still could.

I let out a deep exhale, then finally head down the hallway too.

We lie in separate beds. The same room, the same quiet. The moment gone. The tension…not.

I can’t fall asleep. Because it’s not just a question of if. It’s a question of how long we can keep stopping it.

The tension today is worse, because now it’s unfinished. 

We don’t avoid each other completely, that would be too obvious. But we’re not normal, either. Not like before. This is something else.

Y/n is quieter than usual. Not withdrawn, just focused. Very focused. She double checks everything, goes over her notes again.

She stands near the front of the room earlier than she needs to and I of course catch that. 

“You ready?” I ask, coming up beside her.

She nods, ‘yeah.”

A pause. Then, honest-”...no.”

I smile slightly, “good. That means you care.”

Y/n gives me a look, “that’s not helpful.”

“It is.”

Then softer, I say, “you’re gonna be fine.”

She nods, but I can tell she doesn’t fully believe it. 

Throughout the morning, we keep crossing paths. Small moments, passing each other papers. Standing too close at the front table. One of us starting to say something, then stopping. 

It’s almost presentation time and y/n is adjusting her laptop.

I step beside her, close. Closer than I meant to.

‘Hey,” I murmur, low enough that no one else hears.

She glances at me, “hm?”

I don’t look at her, just at the screen. “You left off the last slide transition. 

She blinks, “oh.”

She fixes it quickly, “thank you.”

“Anytime.”

Neither of us move.

I add, even quieter, “try not to think about last night.

I hear her breath catch, “that’s not helping either.”

“I know.”

We both step back at the same time, creating distance before anyone notices.

When it’s finally time, y/n steps up to the front.

There’s a brief moment where she looks out at the room. The new employees, our boss, the directors.

I’m off to the side, watching her. Not teasing, or distracting. Just there, steady.”

I see her take a deep breath, then she starts.

At first, there’s a slight edge in her voice. Nerves, awareness. Everything sitting just under the surface.

But then…

She falls into it. Like she always does. Explaining, breaking things down, forgetting herself.

I see it happen, the shift, the focus. The way she stops overthinking, exactly like I said.

At one point, she glances toward me. And our eyes meet, just for a second. It’s not awkward, or tense. It just feels like, ‘there you are.’

She looks back at the screen and keeps going. This time is steadier, more sure. 

I smile to myself, because whatever this thing is between us is…unfinished. Complicated and probably a bad idea.

But it’s not going anywhere.

The room is full when she finishes. 

Questions, feedback, people packing up laptops; noise fills the space almost immediately.

“Great job,” someone says.

“That made way more sense than yesterday.”

Jessica nods from the back, “that was exactly what we needed.”

Y/n smiles, nods, answers questions automatically. She’s composed and steady. She did it.

Across the room, I’m just watching her. Not jumping in, or interrupting. Just…watching. There’s something different in it now. Something less teasing and more certain. Something dangerous.

***Y/N’s POV***

It takes a while for the room to clear. Some people linger, asking follow ups, double-checking processes. 

Eventually, one by one, they filter out.

“See you tomorrow.”

“Thanks again.”

“Good work.”

The door opens. Closes. Opens again. Closes again. 

“I’m heading to one last conference call, I’ll text you guys when I’m done,” says Jessica.

The door opens and closes again. Until it doesn’t. Until it’s quiet.

I’m still at the front of the room, stacking my notes, organizing things that don’t really need organizing.

My hands are moving, but my brain is not. Because now that it’s over, everything else comes rushing back in. And this conference room feels a hell of a lot smaller than it did five minutes ago.

“You did good,” the voice comes behind me. Close.

I still slightly before I turn. Billie is standing a few feet away. Not across the room this time. Not keeping distance.

“Thanks.”

A pause.

Then honest- “I was nervous.”

“I know.”

This makes me blink. “You do?”

Billie nods once, “you do that thing when you’re nervous.”

“What thing?”

“You pretend you’re not.”

I let out a small breath, “I…yeah.”

I glance towards the door. Closed. Then back at her. 

“You didn’t say anything during it.”

Billie tilts her head slightly, “you didn’t need me to.”

For some reason, that lands. Softly.

I nod my head slowly and my grip tightens on the papers in my hand.

“You kept looking at me.” It slips out before I can stop it.

She doesn’t even try to deny it, “I did.”

I exhale, “that didn’t help.”

A small smile tugs at the corner of Billie’s mouth. “Seemed like it did.” 

I break the silence, looking for an out. “We should probably figure out notes we want to go over tomorrow.” 

She groans, “do you ever just scroll through Tiktok?? Look through Twitter?? I don’t know, look at the trees?? Literally anything other than work??”

“When we’re not running a whole training for several people, yes.” 

She slumps back in a chair, dramatically.

“Well, can I just scroll through Tiktok??”

I let out a small laugh, “you can do what you want as long as you know what’s going on tomorrow.”

“We’re teaching them how to tap into employees' computers to see what’s going on with their system and how to fix it.”

“How to fix what?” I ask quizzically.

She sighs, “Outlook issues, login issues, and launching issues.”

I give her a satisfied smile, “scroll away.”

The room is filled with her random Tiktok videos that I’ve mostly been tuning out. She laughs here and there and adds commentary, talking to no one but herself.

I’m absorbed in these notes and training demos that I haven’t even noticed she stopped and is watching me.

“You’re overthinking it.”

I jump when she speaks, her words cutting off my series of thoughts.

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are. You always do.”

Her attentiveness will never fail to throw me off.

“I just can’t figure out how to explain adding in the phone line from the system for the call center.”

She scoots closer to my laptop, “lemme see.”

She reads through my notes, doing the thing where she gets closer to figure something out.

“Here, put it on the projector.”

As it launches, she stands up to the whiteboard. 

“Red is each step. Blue is each thing that you can do within each click.”

I nod and off she goes. The board quickly looks like a scene from a detective movie. 

I click to the previous slide, “I just want it to make sense.”

“It already makes sense.”

I sigh softly, “you always say that.”

“Because it’s always true.”

Billie stops pacing and leans her back against the edge of the table across from me. 

For a moment we just look at the screen.

“You’re impossible,” I groan. At this point, I mean she’s impossibly annoying and the way she looks at me, and acts around me is…impossible to deal with.

“You keep saying that,” she looks at me amused.

“Because it keeps being true.”

I finally close my laptop halfway.

“I was intimidated by you at first,” I confess. I’m not even sure why I do it, it just comes out.

My confession catches Billie off guard.

“Intimidated?”

“You’re…a lot.”

She smirks, “wow. Brutal.”

“I mean it as a compliment.”

Billie folds her arms, “I’m choosing to believe that.”

I study her for a moment, thinking.

“You’re different here,” I murmur.

“Here where?” Billie looks confused.

“When no one else is around.”

She raises an eyebrow, “oh?”

There’s a pause.

“Careful,” Billie says lightly. “You’re analyzing me again.”

“I’m observing.”

Billie pushes off the table and walks around to the other side of it. Closer now. And it immediately makes my heart rate speed.

“And what else have you observed?”

“You watch people a lot.”

“Occupational hazard,” she says casually.

“...and you like making people nervous.” Oh my god, please y/n, shut your mouth.

Billie smiles lightly, “do I make you nervous?”

I look down at my laptop, debating whether or not to answer.

“Sometimes.”

She laughs softly, “only sometimes?”

I glance up and notice the look on her face. It’s different. One that I haven’t seen yet. It’s calmer, steadier. Calculated, almost.

“You do it on purpose.”

“Of course I do.”

Before I lose my courage I ask, “why?”

She opens her mouth to give me an answer. But nothing comes out. No witty comment, no joke. Because suddenly the question doesn’t feel playful anymore. 

The room is quiet except for the projector hum.

I can’t decide if I want to know the answer or not.

I tilt my head slightly, waiting. My mouth works before my brain, “well?”

Billie runs her hand through her hair, actually looking a little frustrated.

“You really want to know?”

I try to inaudibly steady my breathing, “yes.”

Billie exhales, “because you don’t react like everyone else.”

I blink, “what does that mean?”

“Everyone else laughs or rolls their eyes, or tells me to shut up.”

“And me?”

She steps closer to the chair and I subtly gulp.

I don’t know why, but I stand. Maybe trying to get more air into my lungs, or maybe just to not be so closed off to Billie.

“You look at me like you’re trying to figure me out.”

I feel my cheeks warm, just a touch. “I am.”

“Yeah,” she says softly. “I noticed.”

We’re close now. 

My fingers are resting on the edge of my laptop.

I look up to meet her eyes, “and you keep watching me.”

“I do.”

“Why?”

Billie lets out a quiet laugh, a little breathless this time. “You really don’t make this easy, do you?”

“I didn’t realize it was supposed to be easy.”

Billie studies me for a long moment, making me extra nervous.

Then she shakes her head slightly. “You’re doing that thing again.”

“What thing?”

“Standing there looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” I’m really trying to wrap my head around this whole thing, but quite frankly, it is spinning.

She gestures between us, “like you don’t realize what you’re doing.”

My voice drops a little, “...what am I doing?”

***Billie’s POV***

That’s it.

That’s the moment something finally snaps. I can’t take this anymore.

I exhale sharply and step forward.

And before I can overthink it-

I reach out and take the front of y/ni’s shirt and pull her into a kiss.

It’s not gentle at first.

It’s sudden and a little desperate, because I’ve been holding it back and finally lost the argument with myself.

Y/n makes a small surprised sound against my mouth.

For half a second, I think I might have just made a huge mistake.

Then she grabs the edge of the table and leans into the kiss.

And suddenly it’s not one-sided anymore.

My hand slides from her shirt to her waist, steadying her.

The kiss slows a little, less frantic but no less intense.

When we finally pull apart, we’re both breathing a little faster than before.

“...wow.”

I let out a shaky laugh, “yeah.”

She blinks, clearly still processing.

“You just-”

“I know.”

“You didn’t even ask.”

I slightly grimace, “should I apologize?”

I see y/n consider it for a second.

Then she reaches and grabs the front of my shirt this time.

And pulls me back in for another kiss.

Definitely doesn’t need an apology.

Her lips are soft against mine and she tastes like mint from her chapstick and watermelon from her gum. It’s a taste I can absolutely lose myself in.

The kiss breaks before either of us are ready for it to.

Not because one of us pulls away, but because Demi’s phone vibrates loudly against the table.

Once.

Twice.

Too loud in a quiet room.

We both freeze.

I pull back first this time-just enough to look down at the phone still buzzing near the laptop.

Y/n’s hand is still curled into my shirt.

Neither of us has fully let go yet.

The screen lights up and y/n glances over at it.

“It’s Jessica.”

She lets go of my shirt and grabs the phone. “Her call is over, she wants us to meet her at the car.”

Reality snaps back in all at once.

I exhale and run my hand through my hair.

“...that’s our cue.”

She nods a little too quickly.

“Yeah.”

Neither of us move right away, still standing too close. Still slightly breathless. Still very aware of what just happened.

She steps back just enough to create space.

“I-um,” she starts, then stops.

I let out a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh. “Yeah. Same.”

The walk out of the clinic is a blur. We gather our things too quickly, still frazzled. I nearly forget my keys.

Y/n double checks her laptop bag twice like she suddenly doesn’t trust herself to remember anything.

We don’t talk much. Just small, practical things.

“Did you grab the charger?” she asks.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

The hallway lights flick off behind us as we leave.

Outside, the air feels colder than it did earlier.

Jessica is already in the driver’s seat when we get into the car.

“About time,” she says, glancing at the clock. “I thought you two got lost in there.”

“We were just finishing up.”

Demi slides into the backseat, same as before.

But everything feels different now.

The car ride starts normally. Too normally.

Jessica starts talking immediately. “You guys did great today. We’re on track for the rest of the week. Tomorrow you guys will be showing live demos of-”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” I say, nodding along. Responding where needed. But I genuinely could not tell you a single thing this lady is saying.

“Mhm.”

From the outside, it looks exactly like every other drive we’ve had.

Inside the car-it’s a mess.

***Demi’s POV***

I’m staring out the window again.  My brain is replaying the last fifteen minutes on a loop.

The conversation. The kiss. The way I didn’t pull away. The way I leaned in. The way my hand is still tingling like it remembers gripping fabric that isn’t there anymore. The way this is a really fucking bad idea.

We arrive back at the Airbnb and this time we all exit the car at the same time.

Everything inside feels…normal. Lights on, bags by the door. The faint smell of takeout from earlier. 

Jessica is already moving around the kitchen. “I’m ordering food. You two want anything specific?”

Billie answers easily, like nothing just happened. “Whatever you’re getting is fine.”

I nod, “yeah, that’s fine.”

Our voices sound steady. Too steady.

We split off after that. Not intentionally, just naturally. Jessica stays in the kitchen on her phone. Billie lingers in the living room, pretending to scroll. I disappeared into our room.

I close the bedroom door behind me and just…stand there for a second.

My bag is still half unzipped on the bed, my phone still in my hand. But I don’t move. Because now that I’m alone-it all catched up at once. The kiss. The way it wasn’t hesitant; the way I didn’t hesitate either. The way it felt like something that wasn’t supposed to happen on a work trip. 

I exhale slowly and sit on the edge of the bed, pressing my hands together, trying to ground myself.

Okay. That happened.

And now I have absolutely no idea what the rules are. 

***Billie’s POV*** 

I am not nearly as composed as I look. I’m leaning back on the couch, phone in hand, but I have not read a single thing on the screen.

I’m sorry for the delay on the first part of the series I moved on Sunday & have been stuck in training all week + unpacking. It’ll be out sometime tomorrow then an ask or two this weekend ;)))