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medusapelagia · 6 months ago

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Girls' Night [NSFW]

First of all a HUGE thanks to @dragonflylady77 that's the was super quick in beta reading this! And... this is my first wlw fic so I hope it's not a total disaster XD!

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Stevie Harrington/Billie Hargrove WT: wlw, genderbending, enemies to lovers, modern AU, college AU, roommates, strap on, cunnilingus, Billie uses pet names for Stevie, Billie is Stevie's gay awakening, fingers sucking Words: 6444

tagging those who were interested ;): @romeren, @idkevenknowwhattoput, @womp-womp-waa, @nikkitheseance

@akichania, @kiraixi, @bbygirlbilly @katyawriteswhump, @darleenjade

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Stupid, stupid, stupid.

God, her mom always said she wasn’t the brightest girl and she was right, as always.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The air is freezing and she’s walking around in a super short dress and high heels because Jonathan was supposed to drive her to the party, which he did, and drive her back, which he didn’t. Yeah, because Miss Stephanie Harrington, the richest girl on campus, managed to be dumped by the charity case Jonathan Byers, during a party, in front of half the college’s students. And to make things even worse, in front of Billie Hargrove and her boyfriend Tommy Hagan. The same Tommy that followed Stevie around for years.

Not that she’s jealous of Tommy. She never liked him, she’s fucking jealous of Billie.

Yeah, because, as if it wasn’t enough that Stevie’s personal life was wrecked in front of everyone, it should have happened in front of the hottest and cleverest girl in the entire school, the same one who sleeps on the other side of her room: Billie Hargrove.

Fuck.

Crossing her arms around her chest to warm herself a bit, Stevie keeps walking down the deserted street while she replays the entire night in her head again and again, trying to understand where she fucked up so badly. She asked her boyfriend to go to a stupid college party, what’s wrong with that? Would it have killed Jonathan to go to a party for once? She always went with him to see all those boring niche films with subtitles and never once she complained, but the one time she asked him to come with her, and he begrudgingly agreed to come, the night ended up with him accusing her of being too mundane and careless about the world, and then he left her at a party, alone, in high heels and clothes far too light for going home on foot. She should have probably called an Uber, but she felt too humiliated, and when Billie stepped toward her, looking at her with a mix of astonishment and compassion, she couldn’t stand it anymore, and she just fled like a thief.

That's how she found herself walking alone, at night, trying to get back to the dorm. Stevie's still deep into her thoughts when one of her heels gets stuck in a manhole. Perfect. Just fucking perfect. She tries to free herself, pulling her stuck foot free, but she loses her balance and falls onto the pavement, scratching her knee. For a moment her brain freezes, occupied with trying to understand how liking designer dress and an alternative guy brought her to sit on the ground, holding her bleeding knee and crying out loud like she broke a leg.

It’s just a scratch, Stevie should grab the fucking shoes and walk back to the dorm, but the world is ending right here and there, her heart is broken in so many pieces she feels she’ll never be able to fix it, and even if her leg isn’t broken, her knee hurts badly and it’s bleeding, and she doesn’t even have a fucking tissue because she chose a bag so small it barely fits her phone and her keys. She wipes her eyes, wondering how terrible she was in a previous life to be treated like this in this one.

Her mom never liked her. Stevie's legs are too long and muscular, her chest is too big, her smile is too wide, and she's not feminine enough for her mom’s liking. And her boyfriend dumped her because she’s too dumb to understand that her designer clothes are made by a brand that employs child labor in Bangladesh, wherever that stupid country is. And every lesson she’s attending is so fucking complicated that she spends all her time with books and tutors. But no matter how hard she tries to study and to make new friends, she’s always the rich girl whose father’s name is engraved on the new wing of the campus. And she’s definitely not living up to the expectations.

A car passes by, stops a few feet from her. After a few moments of awkward silence, the driver puts the car in reverse and stops right at Stevie’s side. The girl tries to avoid making eye contact with whoever might be in the car, she's already in deep shit and doesn't need to add being kidnapped to the list of bad things that happened today, but the voice that comes from the car sounds awfully familiar.

“Harrington? Are you ok?”

God no. Please no. Everything but not this.

“Hey? Did you drink too much? Do you want me to drive you back to campus?”

“I’m fine,” Stevie replies, her eyes pinned on the pavement in front of her, trying desperately to maintain a little bit of dignity.

“Harrington, you’re sitting on the pavement, you’re bleeding and your lips are blue. Get in the car. Come on.” The blond woman in the car leans toward the passenger seat to open the passenger’s car door. When Stevie doesn’t move, she smirks, “I’m not going to bite you.”

“As if I care about that. Where’s Tommy?”

“I dumped him.”

“You what?” Stevie asks, turning toward her.

“Oh, Stevie…” the woman sighs, almost with sympathy. “Come on. Get in the car. It's fucking freezing and you’re dressed like a…”

“Like a slut. Thanks. I know. Jon already told me.”

“I was going to say like a princess, but that's not important. Get inside. Please.”

Stevie stares at Billie for the longest time. They have been roommates for two years and she never heard her use the word please. Not even once in two years.

She tilts her head up to stop the tears, as her mother taught her, even if her makeup is already ruined, and gets up, limping a little before getting in the car and slamming the door closed just to piss Billie off. The other girl glowers at her and when she reaches out with her hand toward Stevie, the brunette instinctively flinches, moving closer to the door to avoid getting hit, but Billie is just turning on the heating.

“I don’t punch women, Harrington. Not even the bratty one who tries to damage my precious baby.”

“Sorry.”

“You’re fine,” Billie replies, her eyes on the street.

The air quickly warms up and Stevie lets out a little satisfied moan.

“Better?”

“Yeah. Thanks.” she replies, still looking out of the window, “Thank you for picking me up, and sorry about the door.”

“What happened to your knee?”

“I fell.”

Billie turns toward her with a soft smile. “I get that, babydoll, I was wondering how bad it hurts.”

“Not too bad. But I need a tissue to stop the bleeding.”

“My bag is in the back, grab it, there should be a packet of tissue somewhere.”

“Your bag?”

Billie turns toward her confused. “Did you hit your head too, Harrington? Should I drive you to the hospital?”

Shaking her head, Stevie takes the bag from the back, staring at it for a long time before daring to open it and look inside. The bag is the most precious possession a woman has, it contains all her secrets, but Billie doesn’t seem to worry at the idea that Stevie will snoop around in her bag, so she roots around until she finds a little orange packet of tissues and takes one out to dab the cut on her knee. She hisses a little, cleaning the cut from the dirt.

“We should disinfect it as soon as we get back to the dorm.”

“We?”

Billie snorts. “I’m quite used to patching up people. Especially myself.”

“Oh, yeah. I almost forgot you are on the boxing team.”

“Yeah, that’s why.” Billie chuckles, and Stevie stares at her in confusion, feeling that there’s something she’s missing and feeling too dumb to understand what that is. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” Billie winks, before pointing at her bag. “Would you mind getting me a cigarette and lighting it up for me?”

“Lighting it up for you?”

“I’m driving, if you hadn’t noticed, I would prefer to avoid getting into an accident because I was trying to light up a cigarette, so what do you say?”

Stevie nods sheepishly. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Of course, Billie needs help lighting the cigarette. The fact is that Stevie isn’t really a smoker. She smoked some weed a couple of times with Jonathan, but cigarettes aren’t really her thing. Pretending to know what she’s doing, she gets a cigarette from a crumpled packet, holds it between her lips, clicks a silver zippo open, and breathes in while the cigarette starts to burn. And she immediately starts to cough, holding the cigarette between her fingers.

Billie bursts out in a loud laugh while she grabs the cigarette from Stevie's trembling fingers. “Let me guess, not really a smoker, huh? I should have known. It’s not good for polite girls like you to hold something in their mouth, huh?”

“Fuck you! I just don’t like it,” Stevie replies, still coughing.

“There’s a bottle of water in my bag.”

“Who the fuck are you? Mary Poppins?”

Billie lifts an eyebrow, dragging some smoke with deep calculated breaths before lowering the car window and putting her hand out to keep the cigarette out of the car. “I like to be prepared,” she simply states, while she keeps smoking and Stevie can’t avoid thinking that Billie’s lips are exactly where her own were a moment before, and when Billie turns toward her, she catches Stevie staring at her lips.

“You sure you don’t need to go to a hospital? You seem a little bit out of it.”

“I’m fine.”

Billie gives her a crooked smile. “Yeah. Obviously. That’s why I had to pick you up from the fucking street, crying like a toddler.”

“Fuck you! You didn’t have to! And if it pisses you off so much, pull over and I’ll get back on foot.”

“With those shoes? Those are inappropriate weapons, not a way to walk.”

“They complement my dress beautifully!” Stevie snarls.

“Your legs complement that dress beautifully,” Billie says, and for once it doesn't sound like a snarky comment. "But you would look hot even wearing a trash bag. I’m merely suggesting that you don’t want to jog back home in high heels, especially since one is broken.”

Stevie stares at her shoes and realizes that, when she fell, the heel broke. The red sole of the Louboutin seems to mock her. Those stupid shoes cost a fortune and they broke on the worst night of her life. Great. Absolutely great.

If only she hadn’t insisted on going to that stupid party.

“It’s all my fault.” She sighs, covering her eyes with her hands when she feels her eyes burning, “I shouldn’t have insisted.”

Billie scoffs but doesn't reply.

“I knew Jonathan hates to party. But I insisted. I wanted to go to a fucking college party! And for what? To be humiliated and dumped in front of everyone and walk my fucking walk of shame? Great job, Stevie. You aren’t even able to keep a stupid boyfriend. Mom will be so fucking proud of you.”

“Jonathan was an asshole, but he’ll think twice before doing something similar to another girl. I’m sure it is not enough to heal your bruised ego but trust me when I say he’s pretty bruised too.”

Turning to stare at Billie, Stevie notices that the skin of her knuckles is broken. “What have you done?”

“Gave him a lesson in gallantry,” Billie replies, taking another deep drag from her cigarette.

“You didn't have to.”

“Why not? He was an asshole. He treated you like garbage. You always followed him around like a faithful puppy. Whatever he wanted to do you were on board, and the only time you asked him to do something you wanted to do, he acted horrified because you wore the wrong designer dress? Fuck him. If he really cared about child labor, he would have said something before, maybe even told you about which brand to avoid or not. The truth is that he knows shit and he doesn’t give a fuck, all he wants is to show the others he cares about the environment when he drives a car that pollutes more than a fucking plant.”

“Why are you so angry? He just… He…”

“He treated you like shit in front of everyone! That’s why I’m so angry!” Billie snaps.

“You treat me like shit every single day,” Stevie replies with a self-deprecating smile.

“I don’t. I’m not all cotton candy and pink clouds like you, and I might not be the most effusive person on the planet, but I respect you and I would have never treated you like he did. Why the fuck did you get into a relationship with someone like him? He doesn’t get you! All he cared about was shaping you like he wanted and showing the world he could change you, and that’s horrible. You’re your own person. You have your tastes and your ideas! That’s what makes you!” Billie complains, punching the steering wheel.

“Why are you so angry? It’s not like he did something to you.”

“Because he did it to you!” Billie growls. “And you are my roommate.” she quickly adds.

Stevie looks at Billie with confusion, she never thought they were so close that Billie might have gotten upset at the idea of her being mistreated by her boyfriend, but Billie doesn’t explain herself, so Stevie tries to change the subject. “What happened between you and Tommy?”

“That fucking asshole? He told me I was fucking crazy for punching Jonathan in the face, and I told him that if he liked him so much he could fuck him instead of me. Not that it was a great loss anyway, he definitely has no idea where the clitoris is and his sexual prowesses are way worse than he tries to sell you.”

“Why were you in a relationship with him if you despised him so much?”

Billie lifts an eyebrow, taking her time before answering, “My father. Tommy’s family is rich and well known, nothing better for his waste of a daughter.” Billie then takes a turn so sharp that Stevie’s body gets dragged toward Billie’s, and for a moment her shoulder bumps into Billie’s arm.

“Sorry,” Stevie mutters, trying to grab the handle inside the passenger door.

“My fault. I was going too fast.”

“You like to drive fast.”

“I do. I love the adrenaline. I used to dream of becoming a Formula One driver when I was a kid. But guess what? I’m a fucking woman. So my father signed me up for ballet classes. Ballet. Me. Can you imagine?”

Billie’s tights are massive, and Stevie can’t really imagine her on her toes dancing the Nutcracker.

“I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“For your father. I know what it means to have someone that forces you to be different from what you are. I have been on a diet since I was a kid. I was always too much. Too big. Too tall. Too strong. Too noisy. Nothing I did was good enough for my mom. I played volleyball for years but my passion is basketball.” Stevie says, wrapping a lock of hair around her fingers. “Jonathan was the first choice I made on my own. Mom hated him from the first moment I told her about him, but I wanted to try something different. A man dedicated to doing something for the planet seemed like a good option. And maybe I even thought that he wasn’t going to leave me because where else would he have found another dumb rich girl? But it seems that he really didn’t care about the money.”

Billie reaches out and takes Stevie’s hand, “I’m sorry babydoll. He’s an asshole and he doesn't deserve you.”

“That’s what my Nonna used to say, but I’m starting to think that if no one deserves me, maybe that’s really something wrong with me. Why am I like this? Why can't I be like the other girls? I would pay good money to be just the rich dumb bitch everyone thinks I am… but I have feelings and I can’t hide them.”

“It’s a good thing, Stevie. You really care about people. I like that.”

“Yeah? Well, I fucking hate it. People step on my heart like it’s nothing and I just keep smiling politely, begging them to take another piece of my soul, and then I’m left with holes everywhere.”

“You need to find the right person. They’ll fill all your holes, and not only the one in your soul.” Billie winks, throwing the cigarette butt out of the window.

“You’re so gross,” Stevie replies, blushing.

Billie chuckles, parking the car, and getting to Stevie’s side before she can’t even open the door. “Do you think you can walk to the dorm or do you need me to carry you?”

“I can walk! It’s just a scratch!”

Billie hums and puts Stevie’s arm around her shoulders and the two of them limp toward the dorm. Luckily, they don’t meet anyone in the parking lot or in the corridors, and when they finally get back to their room, Stevie plops on her bed with a loud moan, but her relief is short-lived because Billie drags her toward the edge of the bed, a red emergency kit in her hands. She takes a chair and gently lifts Stevie’s calf, putting Stevie’s foot on her leg.

“It’s not too bad. We just have to clean it with some antiseptic and put a nice tight bandage on it. No doggy style for at least a week.” Billie winks, holding Stevie’s foot when she tries to escape from her tight grip.

“Not that I have anyone to have sex with anyway,” Stevie replies, blushing even more.

“You never know. I’m sure that as soon as the campus finds out that you are single, there will be a line out of our door.”

“I doubt that. Everyone saw how stupid I was.”

“Everyone saw how rude Jonathan was. You were just having some fun,” Billie retorts, cleaning the cut with some peroxide pads. When Stevie hisses, Billie lowers her head and gently blows on the broken skin. “Better?”

Stevie doesn’t trust her voice so she nods, remaining as still as she can.

“Such a good patient. I might give you a lollipop once we are done,” Billy replies when she starts to wrap her knee.

“I don’t need it. It’s just a scratch.”

“Who’s the doctor?”

“No one? You’re no doctor!” Stevie chuckles.

“Fine, smartass, I’m no doctor, but I’m sure I have cleaned more cuts than you. So shut up and let me work my magic, okay?”

Stevie nods, feeling a little cramp in her stomach. The good kind of cramp. The kind she gets when she feels excited. Billie’s warm hands are gentle and softer than she thought.

“So no more Tommy, Stevie murmurs.

“No more Tommy.”

“You don’t look desperate.”

“Because I’m not. I already have eyes on someone else, and now that they are single too, I might even get my chance.”

“Oh… were they in a relationship?”

“Yeah. A shitty one.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Well, I wish you luck. Whoever they are, they'll be lucky to have you.”

“Do you really think so? I’m not exactly a catch. I work three minimum wage jobs to pay for my studies and I have a bad temper.”

“You don’t have a bad temper.”

Billie quirks an eyebrow.

“Ok, you have a bad temper. But you’re not a bad person. You’re just passionate.”

“Passionate? I like that.” Billie chuckles, lifting Stevie’s foot, but then she stops, looking at the other girl in the eyes, holding the ball of her foot.

“Billie?” Stevie asks, trembling.

Without breaking eye contact, Billie bends down and kisses the sole of her foot and Stevie’s stomach cramps again.

“What… what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“You… you kissed my foot.”

“I did. And I would like to kiss more of you. Would you like that?”

Stevie never thought about it, but now that Billie is sitting between her legs, staring at her with her icy blue eyes, all she can think about is that she would like it very much. But Billie is a girl, and they shouldn’t.

“Are you gay?” Stevie asks, biting her lips. She has seen Billie walking around with girls before but never suspected that she was gay. And she had Tommy.

“Bi. And if you want it, I’d like very much to fuck you.” Billie replies, harsh and honest as she always is, and Stevie feels a familiar warmth move from her stomach to the folds between her legs.

“What? How?”

“There are ways. Many ways. Do you know that black box I asked you not to touch? It might contain a few toys. And my strap-on.”

“Your… oh god. Oh god. You have… Did you… Did you fuck someone in our room?” Stevie asks, covering her mouth as if those words were too much for her.

“Of course I did, Stevie. How could I not? I have lived two years with you: a fucking goddess, sleeping on the other side of my room! There’s only a finite amount of masturbation you can enjoy before starting to need something more. And I wanted and needed something more. Something I never dared to ask you. But tonight, when you looked at me in the car, I felt it. I felt the electricity. Tell me, am I wrong, Stevie?”

No, she’s not. Stevie’s sex is throbbing with excitement.

Staring with no shame at Stevie's pink thong, Billy murmurs, “Your thong is soaked, baby. Do you want me to do something about it?”

Stevie tries to cover herself with her hands, both aroused and ashamed at the surprising turn the night has taken. Less than an hour ago, she was crying on the pavement, and now Billie is looking at her with hunger and desire, and Stevie really doesn't know what to do. And there’s her little problem too. The one she’s never told anyone.

“I... I can’t.” she mutters, and Billie tilts her head in confusion.

“What do you mean, you can’t?”

“I… I can’t come. Okay? I’m… I’m broken. And you’ll get bored and then you’ll be mean to me, and we still have two years to spend together and…”

Billie gently lays Stevie’s foot on the ground and sits next to her, grabbing her chin and turning her head toward herself, “What are you saying?”

“I have… Jonathan said I should have gone to see a doctor because I’m not normal. I… have never… not even alone,” Stevie tries to explain.

“Let me get this right: the shitty boyfriend who publicly humiliated you, told you that you have some kind of illness because you never had an orgasm?”

“Yeah…”

“Should have punched him even harder,” Billie mutters, her piercing blue eyes fixed Steve’s caramel ones. “The only problem you have is a boyfriend too selfish to dedicate enough time to your necessities. I’m sure we can fix this. And even if we can’t, I don’t care, okay? I’ll keep going down on you until you’ll beg me to stop. And if you are into it, I will keep going even then. I want to bury my head between your thighs, hold you open with my fingers, and eat you out until you’re screaming in pleasure. But first, I’d like to kiss you.”

Stevie loves kisses, but Jonathan never took enough time to kiss her, his kisses were sloppy and quick. Not an appetizer, just something he wanted to get rid of quickly.

“I’d love to kiss you. Can I?” Billie asks again and the only thing Stevie can do is nod.

“Please…”

“You’re made to beg, sweet girl, ideally kneeling at my feet, but this should wait a bit.” Billie chuckles, cradling the back of Stevie’s head before kissing her, nibbling at her lower lip, pulling it with her teeth before releasing it and making it bounce back. Billie cradles Stevie’s face between her hands while exploring her mouth with her tongue, and Stevie tastes the cheap punch in Billie’s mouth. She doesn’t know how long Billie kisses her for, but when she steps back and they lock eyes, she sees that Billie’s flustered and her lips are red from Stevie’s lipstick.

Studying Billie’s face, Stevie feels hot and needy like she never felt before. Stevie brushes her thumb on Billie’s plump lips and the blond girl quickly catches it and starts to suck it. No one has ever sucked Stevie’s fingers, but the feeling of the rough tongue on her sensitive fingertips makes her shiver, jolting her hips to get some friction.

“You’re so needy. Did Jonathan treat you so badly? Didn’t he know what a treasure he was gifted?” Billie asks, getting closer, and their chests brush against each other, making Stevie shiver. Even under the clothes, Stevie’s nipples are hard and sensitive.

Billie quickly lowers the neckline of Stevie’s dress, freeing one of her rounded tits from the constriction of the expensive garment. Her soft skin has a long indented line made by the seam of her bra.

“Poor thing. Did it hurt?” Billie asks, smiling like a wolf, “Did the bad bra hurt you? Or did it brush against your nipples just right? Sending shivers down your spine?” The blond girl licks her thumb and then starts to rub at Stevie’s nipple before pinching it hard enough to make Stevie whimper. The dark pink rosebud becomes even darker while Billie licks the long column of Stevie’s neck.

When she finally frees Stevie’s nipple, the girl moans loudly at the feeling of the blood rushing back.

“So sensitive,” Billie praises her, whispering in her ear. “How could Jonathan say that you’re frigid?” She chuckles.. “You’re so wet I could just slide into you and make it my home.”

A shudder goes through Stevie’s body, while Billie’s right hand drops to Stevie’s knee, brushing gently against the inside of it, before moving up to her inner thigh. Tickling her.

Billie’s hands are calloused but gentle while they pet her, moving slowly but relentlessly toward the top of her legs. When she gets to Stevie’s thong’s elastic band, she stops, making swirls on the sensitive skin that connects her thigh to her sex.

“Is this ok?” Billie asks on Stevie’s lips, and Stevie nods, spreading her legs even further.

In the back of her mind, a voice that sounds like Jonathan’s calls her a slut, but she doesn’t care. Billie has shown her more kindness tonight than Jonathan in a year and a half.

“So needy. You’re so wet, baby. Is this all for me?” Billie whispers, making the words roll on her tongue, purring like a big cat. Or maybe a tiger.

Stevie nods, and her half-closed eyes widen when Billie spreads her labia with her fingers, and the fabric of the thong brushes against Stevie’s swollen clitoris. One finger gently slides under the thong and strokes her opened labia, taking Stevie’s breath away. A few more strokes and then Billie’s finger leaves the warm nest between Stevie’s legs and ends up in Billie’s mouth. Billie sucks on it, looking Stevie in the eyes. It’s so intimate and so hot. Stevie should close those stupid legs and push her away, preserving whatever is left of her honor, but Billie’s looking at her like she was the most succulent meal she had ever had, licking her lips with her pointy tongue. How come Stevie never noticed how pointy her tongue is?

“You taste so good. Can I have more? Pretty please?”

Billie’s tone is clearly mocking, but god, Stevie wants her mouth on her, so she grabs her pink thong and slides it down, revealing a perfectly shaved pussy.

Grabbing the elastic band with both hands, Billie helps her out of it.

“You want to lie on the bed for this,” she suggests.

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to eat you out for hours, and I don’t want you to get tired. You’re a pillow princess, aren’t you?”

That’s not true. Stevie has put the work in it when needed, but if Billie’s going to worship her, she won’t complain.

She quickly strips off the tight dress she was wearing, revealing a matching bra that is still cupping one of her breasts, while the other is dangling, the pink fabric crumpled under it. With a smooth movement, Billie unhooks her bra, which falls on Stevie’s thighs like a big pink feather.

Billie crawls on the bed, pushing Stevie toward the head of the bed and boxing her head between her elbows.

She stops just a few inches from Stevie’s mouth, waiting for her decision and Stevie doesn’t make her wait for long. She grabs Billie’s hair and yanks her towards herself, taking control of the kiss. If there’s something Stevie can do is kiss, and when Billie lets out a little moan, she feels really satisfied. But her satisfaction doesn’t last long, because Billie frees herself from her tight grip and grabs Stevie’s wrists, pinning her hands above her head.

“Are you going to behave?” Billie asks, “Are you going to keep your hands out of the way, letting me do what I want?”

“Are you going to make me behave?” Stevie asks with a mischievous smile.

Billie’s fingers brush over Stevie’s inner thigh.

“I know that all this brattiness is just an act. You want to be a good girl. You want to be praised and cared for, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do,” Billie whispers before kissing her again. Just a peck. A gentle brush of lips against lips. “Be good, huh?” she says before diving between Stevie’s legs.

The first touch of Billie’s tongue feels like electricity and Stevie tries to close her legs, but Billie’s broad shoulders prevent her from moving too much. Billie lifts her eyes, staring at Stevie, and her pink tongue flickers again, brushing against Stevie’s clit. Stevie grabs the wooden head of her bed, holding to it to avoid moving her arms.

“Good girl,” Billie praises her, spreading the folds of her sex with her fingers before starting to lap at her again.

Stevie moans at the feeling that has nothing to do with what Jonathan used to do. He used to touch her with no patience, trying to open her quickly and efficiently, while Billie is definitely taking her time. She bites the soft skin on the inside of her thigh, while she penetrates her with a finger, and the sudden sting of pain makes her flinch.

“Sorry, couldn’t hold back,” The blond girl replies, lapping at Stevie again, moving her pointy tongue up and down, side to side, sucking at her swollen clit.

“It’s too much. It’s too much,” Stevie whines, her legs trembling like a newborn deer around Billie’s head. The girl lifts her head just enough to get a good look at Stevie. She’s still holding tight at the head of the bed like a good girl, so Billie keeps going down on her, pumping her fingers inside Stevie’s pussy faster and faster, while Stevie moans gibberish and squeezes her eyes.

That’s what her first orgasms feel like: like it was squeezed out of her, she thinks while all her spasming muscles relax, her hands release the grip on the head of the bed and she melts on the sheets like fresh snow.

Billie keeps fucking her with her fingers through the aftershock of her orgasm, slowly slowing down the pace, then she cleans her mouth with the back of her hand and crawls toward Stevie’s face.

“You ok?” Billie asks softly, her blonde hair curled by the sweat on her forehead.

Stevie nods, unable to talk, and Billie grins. “See? Nothing wrong with you. You orgasmed just fine.”

Stevie slaps her, trying to shut her up, but she’s so uncoordinated that Billie easily stops her hand.

“Do you want to stop or do you want to keep going?”

Keep going? How?

Stevie blushes remembering the comment about the strap-on and her legs shiver.

“Would you like that? Would you like me to fuck you with my dick till you’re a moaning mess?”

Stevie’s cheeks burn while she nods, but she just had the first orgasm of her life and she wants more. She’s greedy like that.

Moving like a cat in the semi-darkness, Billie opens her closet and grabs a black box. Inside there’s a black adaptable harness and a few toys.

“Which one would you like, Princess?” Billie asks, showing her her dildos. Stevie grabs a black one, confused by the little tube on the side.

“That’s for ejaculation,” Billie explains, “Do you want to be filled with my cum?”

It’s so nasty. Girls don’t talk about ejaculation. But Billie is so confident and Stevie is wondering how it would feel for Billie to fill her with her cum, but then her eyes see a purple dildo. Her favorite color. It’s thinner than the black one but longer.

“This one?” Billie asks and Stevie nods quietly.

“Great choice.” Billie winks, grabbing it and the harness. Billie quickly strips out of her tight jeans and her red shirt, remaining in a pair of red boxers with a huge wet stain on her groin.

“You did that, baby. Are you proud of yourself?”

Stevie’s mouth feels immediately dry like the Sahara while she stares at the girl, keeping her boxers on she adjusts her harness and pours a huge quantity of lube on her dick.

“Next time I’ll ask you to make it wet. But I want you on your knees while you suck my dick, so it’ll have to wait. Sadly.” She grins, spreading Stevie’s legs even farther and making herself comfortable between Stevie’s legs one more time. She strokes her dick, brushing it against Stevie‘s hole before starting putting it.

Billie’s dick is hard and a little bit cold, but she definitely knows how to use it. Stevie’s legs instinctively wrap around Billie’s waist, the ball of her feet digging into Billie’s back, urging her closer and closer.

“Just like that. Look how well you’re taking me,” Billie praises her while her dick opens Stevie like a flower.

Once Billie is seated comfortably inside her, she kisses Stevie, deeply and hungrily before she starts to move. Her pace varies between deep and fast thrusts, and slow and strong ones, in a crescendo that makes them both moan loudly.

“Touch yourself,” Billie begs, “Touch yourself while I fuck you.”

Stevie nods, but instead of sucking her own fingers, she pushes them inside Billie’s devil's mouth and the woman immediately starts to suck them, making them wet with her spit.

Once Stevie starts to touch herself, she’s a goner. A few more trusts and she’s coming, screaming, but Billie quickly puts her lips on Stevie’s mouth, eating every moan directly from the source.

Billy holds her closer and keeps moving inside her while Stevie’s hips jolt against her out of her control.

“Look at you. Not bad for a girl who allegedly can’t come,” Billie whispers, kissing her cheeks.

When the waves of pleasure finally slow down and let her breathe, Stevie asks, “What about you?”

“You don’t have to reciprocate, babydoll. That’s not how it works, even if someone made you think it was,” Billie chuckles.

“What if I… what if I want to?” Stevie murmurs, blushing with embarrassment and biting her lower lip.

“You sure?”

Stevie nods, and Billy smiles.

“You could eat me out if you want to.”

“I… I want to but I have never done it before.”

“I can teach you. Would you like me to tell you what to do?”

Stevie never nodded so quickly in her life.

“Okay. Okay. That’s what we are going to do. I’m going to ride your face. We don’t want to hurt that pretty knee of yours, do we?”

Stevie shakes her head, her eyes wide with excitement, while Billie removes her harness and her soaked boxers..

“Stick your pretty tongue out for me,” Billie asks, and Stevie immediately complies.

Billie moves swiftly, getting above Stevie’s face and it’s the first time Stevie sees a pussy that’s not hers so closely. Billie’s is different from hers: first of all, it is surrounded by a mass of blond curls that tickle her face, her labia are longer and pinker than hers and her scent is musky. Stevie can’t wait to taste her first pussy, so she tries to reach out for it.

“Calm down. We don’t want you to strain your neck. I plan on riding your face for a long time,” Billie chuckles, lowering herself onto Stevie’s face.

As soon as Billie’s sex is within reachable distance Stevie gives it a first shy lap. The taste on her tongue is metallic and spicy, almost intoxicating, and she laps it again, moaning.

“You enjoying yourself baby?” Billie asks, with a satisfied smirk. “More?”

“Please.”

“So polite. If I had known that a taste of pussy would make you so soft, I would have hit on you sooner, pretty girl.” The blond woman chuckles. But her laugh quickly turns into a series of soft moans while Stevie keeps lapping at her sex, probing inside with her tongue as if her life depended on it.

Stevie sucks, licks, and nibbles, eager to give pleasure to the woman that just gave her the first two orgasms of her life.

“Stevie…” Billie moans, grinding harder against Stevie’s mouth.

Stevie grabs Billie’s muscular tights, holding so tight as to leave bruises, keeping her pinned on her face until she feels the other woman squirm in pleasure, her mouth flooded with Billie’s juices.

“Fuck!” Billie moans, collapsing at Stevie’s side. “Not bad.”

“Not bad?” Stevie asks, disappointed, and Billie pinches her chin and turns Stevie’s face towards her.

“Best fuck I had in a long time,” she tells her, looking into her eyes.

“What now?” Stevie asks, feeling unsure.

“Now we clean up and we sleep. And tomorrow we’ll talk,” Billie promises her, and Stevie finds the courage to snuggle up to Billie, kissing her shoulder.

Billie turns around, moving Stevie's head on her chest, just above her beating heart.

“Tired?” she whispers.

“Yeah,” Stevie replies, trying to suffocate a yawn.

“Sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up,” Billie murmurs into her hair, and Stevie falls asleep with a big smile on her face.

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buckysgrace · 6 months ago

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Sapphic Kim and Billie. I think we all deserve them and they deserve to be nasty. I'd love too see your take on Fem!Billy 👀

Happy Pride!! Cruel Summer and Dancing in the Dark Masterlists :)

Billy/Billie Hargrove x Kim Mayfield <3

CW: Internalized homophobia, stepcest, mentions of physical and sexual abuse, some religious trauma, asshole parents, oral sex, fingering, girls being in love.

Lots of angst but happy ending <3

Kim had thought she was broken for the longest time.

She couldn't understand why she never looked at boys the same way all of her friends did, why she couldn't picture the feeling of their lips against hers or their large hands against her skin.

It didn't feel right. It never did.

She thought of softer hands, of sweeter lips that were brushed over with some sort of gloss or paint. She liked idea of something smoother, deeper. They weren't pleasant thoughts, she knew that.

Susan's obsession with Kim finding a boyfriend had grew, like she knew the deep secrets that she held. There was only so much she could do to blame it on her being awkward and shy. She occasionally attracted attention from boys. It wouldn't be long until she was caught, she was sure of it.

It was all because of her stupid diary too, all because of her references to Danielle. It hadn't even been that big of a deal. All she had said was that she enjoyed being around her, that she thought she was pretty. That her front teeth were slightly bigger than the rest of the teeth in her mouth. That was it.

And it had completely ruined her relationship with her mother. Susan was always breathing down her neck, like a looming shadow. She watched Kim's every move, observing every little thing like there was something hidden. Kim kept up her diary, but it was more of a chore at this point. A lie. Nothing that she wrote in it was true. Fake crushes on boys and thoughts that she knew her mother would be happy to read.

It was her fault that they had so suddenly packed up and left their coastal town, forced into some small town in the Midwest where Susan was adamant that Kim's eyes couldn't wander. If only it was that easy.

Billie came into her life like a strong storm, a loud and angry thunderstorm that demanded attention. She picked at Kim constantly, like she wanted to see her break and crumble. She never did. She understood right away why Billie was so mouthy.

Billie was loud laughs, strong cigarette smoke and bright red lips. She was short and curvy with strong blonde curls. Her blue eyes were always inquisitive, icy as she looked at everyone like they were hiding someone. Kim feared she could see right through her.

She supposed that Billie was every guy's wet dream, as she truly did have a date with a new guy by the end of the week. Billie had offered to set Kim up with a few of them on multiple occasions, but Kim knew that they wouldn't end well. She would be far more interested in Billie than some strange guy.

Neil had mentioned on more than one occasion that Billie was the splitting image of her mother: same attitude and all. She felt like she didn't have to be observant to tell that Billie was uncomfortable around him, like she didn't quite know how to behave. She understood, she felt a similar way to her own mother anymore.

Billie was a bad influence Susan had said; that she should be avoided at all costs. Kim didn't really think Billie was that bad. Sure, she acted out and did things to purposely make people mad but she didn't think it was really her fault. Kim could only imagine what kind of person she would've turned into if she had been forced to live with Neil for so long.

Being closer in age, they were forced into one room together. Billie clearly resented it. Perhaps it was because she was so used to being an only child. Kim really didn't mind, for sure she was so used to sharing a room with Max anyways.

The issue came with Billie so open around it. It was like she had no shame, stripping down from her school clothes to put on her pajamas like Kim wasn't right there. It left her flushed, hot and nervous. Her mouth always went dry, her eyes wide as she froze on the spot.

It was wrong, so wrong but she was just curious. Billie was built better than most models and Kim was really just intrigued. She never looked for more than a split second, too ashamed and fearful at the thought of what Susan would do if she knew.

Billie's side of the room was the polar opposite of Kim's, full of bands that Susan considered to be devilish and lewd photos that she was unsure of how their parents approved of it in the first place.

Billie poked fun at Kim's side, full of frilly decorations and stuffed animals. Kim didn't really let it bother her. It was childish, but it was hers. The one spot that Susan had yet to sink her claws into. She'd even taken control of her little library, as if there was anything bad hidden away. Their once barely religious family had turned completely. She wasn't sure she could read one more story about a couple falling in love at bible camp. But that's what she would be doing during her summer break.

"Can you cover for me?" Billie asked as she turned from their shared makeshift vanity. Her hair was curled perfectly, her lips full and red as she gazed her blue eyes towards Kim.

She suddenly felt like it was hard to breathe, like cement blocks were placed over her chest as butterflies blossomed and flew inside of her stomach and chest. Her face burned as she swallowed a large lump, either a burst of nervous giggles or her own disgust at the feelings that filled her. She couldn't tell.

"Yeah," She whispered as she tucked her hair behind her ear, trying to bring herself back to the highlighted Bible on her lap and not at the way Billie's jeans clung to her hips like a second skin, "Sure." She felt the familar thump against her ribs, her heart beat increasing as Billie strutted towards her.

"You sure you don't want to come?" She asked as she chewed on her gum, resting a manicured hand on her hip as she drifted her icy blue eyes towards the book on Kim's lap, "You can always pray away your sins on Sunday like everyone else." She replied as she wrinkled her small nose up, the same way she did when Susan brought up her newfound faith. Like she could see right through them.

"I know," Kim mumbled as she drifted her eyes away, unable to hold eye contact with her for too long, "I just don't like parties." She replied as she shrugged her shoulders, sure that she would stick out like a sore thumb anyways. She didn't know enough people in this small town to even pretend like she had someone to talk to. Billie was the one that fit in, that had friends.

She knew that if she tagged along as Billie's shadow that she'd end up in the corner of the room, watching Billie make out with whichever guy had interested her that night. The whole time Kim would be confused, unsure of how Billie could prefer rough hands and chapped lips when there was always something softer. It was like there was something broken inside of her.

Not the mention that Susan would freak out if she caught whiff of that. Parties weren't allowed. Everything Kim did was in strong regulations. Any money she got, letters, friends she made; it all went to Susan first.

"Lame," Billie drew out as she lit up a cigarette, looking slightly bored as she tilted her head down towards Kim's crossed legs, "Have fun with your Bible study." She snorted before she headed towards the open window, leaving Kim to just slightly regret her decision.

Kim stared up at the little stars on her side of the ceiling, trying to will herself to fall asleep. She had never struggled to sleep before, but she was sure that being stuck inside of the house and to Susan's side had left her so bored that she could no longer bear to have her eyes shut.

She had tried counting sheep in her mind but had soon grown bored with the image of them. She had been close to a thousand before she decided to switch to cows, thinking that maybe she'd have an easier time with an animal she really liked.

Billie had returned an hour or two ago, Kim couldn't tell for sure. But she had smelt like weed and alcohol and her red lipstick had been smeared. Kim had rolled towards the wall, pretending to be asleep as she stripped from her clothes and makeup before she collapsed into her bed.

Her soft snores filled the room now, though she never really slept like she was comfortable. She always seemed tense, like she was ready to pop up at a moment's notice. Perhaps that's why Kim didn't notice her stirring.

"Was that someone at the door?" Billie's head snapped up suddenly, her voice raspy from sleep as she quickly sat at the edge of her bed. Even in the darkness, Kim could see how wide her eyes were as she stared at the door.

"What?" She asked as she began to sit up herself, suddenly a little freaked out with the way she had roused from her sleep. Kim stared at the doorknob, trying to determine if it had been twisting or not.

"Nothing," Billie settled back into her bed, but pulled her blankets tighter to her chest, "Just thought I heard something." She grumbled as she turned towards her side, but still looked unsure of herself.

Kim had been no stranger to Billie's odd habits at night. She always locked the bedroom door, sometimes even going as far to drag a dresser in front of it. She had forgotten about it more than once, tripping and banging her toes into the hard wood when she found herself needing to pee in the late hours.

"Do you need me to check for monsters?" She suggested a second later, thinking of how she used to do that to help Max feel better when they were left alone.

"Is that a joke, Mayfield?" Billie sat up on her elbow, her dark eyebrows furrowed together like she was being mocked. Kim stumbled for a moment, trying to think of how to fix what she had just said.

"No," She replied quickly, "I used to do it for Max all the time. To make her feel better." She added quickly, feeling like she was just digging herself a bigger hole. Billie clearly wasn't impressed.

"I'm not a child," She huffed as she turned away, mumbling to herself, "Ridiculous." She continued to grumble, like she couldn't believe Kim would suggest such a thing.

"I didn't mean it like that," She apologized underneath her breath, "I just meant that the scary movie freaked me out too." She tried to think of what would have Billie so rattled, but she couldn't come to a straight conclusion.

"The one we watched this last weekend?" Billie's voice sounded distant, far away as she continued to face the wall. Kim linked her fingers together over her stomach, feeling like it was nice to really talk to someone.

"It was really scary." She admitted, a shiver racing up her back as she thought about it. She pictured the scary image of the monster, just as Billie snorted.

"I didn't know you were such a wimp." She added playfully, making a small grin form on the redhead's lips. She was a wimp, far more than Billie realized.

"Monsters are terrifying." She replied in defense of herself as she wiggled her toes underneath the blanket, ensuring that they were secured and hidden away from anything that might try and crawl underneath her bed.

"They're not real," Billie's voice was gruff, rough and angry around the edges, "People are the scary ones." She said a second later, leaving Kim to sigh deeply. She was right, but she didn't need Kim to agree with her to know that.

The bike ride to the ice cream shop was long and hot, leaving her with a fair amount of sweat against the back of her neck. Her hair clung to it, soaking into her skin as her legs ached from the movements. She'd given up trying to ask her mom or Neil to teach her how to drive. It was clear that neither one wanted to do it.

The mall was busy, full of families and people meeting with crowds of friends. Kim was doing neither of those things. She had other plans.

Steve Harrington wasn't a friend, but he wasn't a stranger either. He was just sort of there, extra nice with her but not in a way to get into her pants. It was a way to get closer to Billie, but she didn't mind. She was using him in a similar manner.

She had heard the rumors at school, spreading like wildfire that she had some big crush on him. It had been Eddie Munsons fault, as he had accidentally bumped into her and sent her drawings through the hallway. Full of Steve. Not because she liked him, but because she thought his eyes were pretty. Unique. That was it. But everyone else ran with what they thought the truth was.

She didn't like the hair that grew on his chest or the muscles in his arms. She didn't like the smell of him after gym class or the muscles on his arms. None of that interested her.

She was more interested in the brunette he worked with. Robin. Tall and with pretty blue eyes and lots of freckles across her cheeks. She was so awkward around her that she almost felt like she had a chance. Almost. She always reminded herself that it was pointless at the end of the day. Robin would never be interested in someone like her, and she would never let herself branch that far out. Not when Susan was so suspicious. It was too risky.

She supposed she was lonely, but she embraced it at this point. It was easier to keep to herself than chance someone getting close enough to figure out what was wrong with her. She sometimes feared what Susan would do if she finally told Neil. She'd seen the way Neil had punished Billie before. She didn't want that.

"Where did you go?" Susan asked, her voice clipped as she rested a hand against the counter once Kim returned. The room suddenly felt dark, cold despite the hot sun shining in through the curtains.

"The mall." She answered softly, "I met Chrissy, you know. She's dating the preacher's son, Jason." She added quickly, lying but it wasn't like Susan would really pester for more information. Everything she repeated was exactly what her mother wanted to hear.

"What did you two do?" Susan asked as she raised an eyebrow, far from bearing the loving grin that she used to hold for her oldest daughter. Kim paused as Billie walked in, her skin golden from how long she'd been out in the sun today.

"We got ice cream," She added slowly, resisting the urge to tug on her hair. Susan got irritated when she did that anymore, "I saw Steve. I told you about him." She whispered out the last part, trying to hide that from Billie. She was fairly certain they had a thing for one another. But Steve had been her safety line for some time now, even if he didn't know it.

"Anything happen with Steve?" Susan asked, suddenly sounding a little happier. Like she was proud of Kim for once. Billie turned suddenly from the sandwich she had just finished making.

"Steve?" Billie asked with a mouth full of the bite she'd just taken, "As in Steve Harrington?" She asked as she roughly swallowed, seeking clarification as Kim felt her entire body wince and begin to shut down. She'd heard Billie talk about Steve before but didn't think it was anything too serious. She always had a variety of boyfriends that she ran through. She didn't think he would be any different.

"Yeah," Susan smiled brightly, "That's the boy Kim has been talking to. Isn't that nice?" She indeed sounded chipper, despite the fact that Billie was continuing to eat and speak at the same time. Kim looked anywhere else, recognizing the angry look that Billie was sending her.

"Mhm," She responded with narrowed eyes, "Very nice." Her tone was short and angry, letting Kim know that she had indeed crossed some line. She was screwed. Billie would tell Steve and then everyone would know the truth. Kim would be an outcast. She wished she had a way to speak to her father, feeling like he would have some way to fix this mess.

Susan picked up the mail that she had been holding, leaving without another word. She still couldn't look Kim in the eye, as if she just knew. Fresh guilt and shame spread through Kim, realizing she wasn't doing a good enough job. She needed to play up to the part.

"So, are we going to talk about this?" Billie asked roughly once Susan was gone, her eyebrows knitting tightly together as she stepped forward. Kim took a step back despite their height difference.

"About what?" Kim played dumb, blinking her eyes slowly at the way Billie approached her. The infuriation was obvious, moving around her like deep waves as she took a large step forward.

"That you're going after my boyfriend," She said angrily as she pointed at Kim's chest, "Not fucking cool." Kim thought of the best way to defend herself but decided that bringing up Billie's previous relationships was not the way to go. Even if Kim was interested in Steve, she was playing a losing battle. He had no interest in her.

"It's not like that," She spit out quickly, but quietly enough that Susan couldn't overhear, "I swear. I wouldn't do that to you." She pleaded with her, almost thinking it was hilarious that she was getting wrapped up into some fight with a boy. A boy she had no interest in.

"Everyone talks about how you have a crush on him," Billie answered angrily, "Well back off. He's mine." She squared up her shoulders as if to make herself taller, her features wrinkled together in anger. Kim suddenly wondered what it was like to feel for a boy so fiercely. She never would.

"I don't like him like that," Kim squeaked out, "It's just dumb rumors." She began to tug at her hair, trying to keep her movements soft so she didn't nervously tear out chunks again this time. It wasn't that big of a deal.

"Bullshit," She heaved in angry, "Just stay away from me. And from him. Or else." She warned, eyes flashing in anger before she stomped towards their shared room. Kim winced at the sound of the door shutting, feeling like she was being suffocated. The walls were caving in on her, the dirt filling her lungs and all she could do was lay there.

She didn't go to the ice cream shop again, too fearful of what Susan or Billie would do if either of them found out the real reason she hung around there. There was no place for her to go.

The couch sang her a lullaby that night, better to take the odd aches in her body than deal with Billie's wrath. She didn't come out for dinner either, probably wishing that she had never gained a sister in the first place.

Her sour attitude didn't do anything to stop her from inviting some guy over, someone that seemed older based on his heavy footsteps and slow strides. Kim lost herself into empty dreams, glad to wander in vacancy rather than to listen to the sounds of Billie and her stranger.

"Kim," A rough voice made her eyes snap open, clearly recognizing the irritation as Neil shook her shoulder roughly. He had never grown accustomed to a fatherly touch, "Get up. Go to your room." His voice was gruff, his hair messier than usual as she found herself scrambling to sit up.

She blinked tiredly at the clock, wondering if he'd also heard Billie's visitor in these early hours. Though she couldn't erase the bitter feeling that filled her as he placed his hand against her back, just a little too low as he guided her back to her room. Something felt off. But she was still half asleep, it was probably nothing.

His hand lingered for just a moment too long before he walked away, leaving her to the door that was oddly opened. The door was unlocked, wide open. Billie never left it like that.

She was curled up against the wall, hidden beneath blankets and pillows in an unusual manner. Kim quickly shut the door behind her, pressing the lock into place before she strutted forward, sure that she heard sniffles.

Something had gone wrong, but Kim couldn't exactly place her finger on it. It was odd and filled her with chills, a sharp tension that she didn't know how to connect the dots. Perhaps, Billie had her own secrets. Something darker that Kim wasn't sure she wanted to know.

She picked up a stuffed cow from the corner of her bed, the one that she curled up to most often. She wasn't sure what Billie liked for comfort, but Kim knew what she would've wanted.

She gently leaned over Billie's curled form, not missing the way her entire body tensed from her motions. Her hair was messy, her pajamas roughly grabbed at. It made Kim feel sick as she gently dropped the cow down next to Billie's clenched fists.

She didn't say anything else, giving Billie the space that she needed as she crawled back into her own bed. She began to wonder if Neil had heard, if he had come in and punished her for having someone over. She hoped not.

"Thanks." Billie's voice was clipped, but not harsh. She seemed to relax a little, adjusting to the gift that had been brought to her. Kim observed, listening to the way she sniffled once again.

"No problem," She whispered softly, still wondering if someone might hear them, "Do you want to talk about it?" She asked as she sat up on her elbow as Billie slowly turned towards her.

Her cheeks were reddened, eyes glazed over as tears stained at her skin. A sinking feeling filled Kim, making her wonder what could have made Billie so upset. She'd never seen her cry like this before, never seen her sink into such a small form before.

"I hate my mom," She spit out at last, voice thick from the rush of tears that came forth once again, "I hate how she just left. That she made me look like this and left me to deal with it. I hate her." Kim believed it too, based on the harsh tone that filled the room.

Absentee parents hadn't been a topic of discussion between them before, but Kim could relate. In a whole different way. Her father was gone too, but she missed him despite what Susan hated about him. She thought that she'd be happier if she was with him. Because it was like he had always known and not cared. But he had his own demons to work with.

Billie's statements were worrisome, sinister. It made her think of the way Neil had found her, of his demeanor and his touch that lingered too long. No. She stopped her thoughts before they got too far, knowing it was too gruesome to think about. It couldn't be true.

"I'm really sorry," She told her honestly, wishing she had a better way to comfort her, "She's missing out. You're really cool." She added a second later, earning a snort from the blonde across the room.

"Can I lay with you?" The questioned surprised her, made her eyes widen but she nodded her head in agreement. It was nothing serious, just sharing a bed. Like she might still share a bed with Max. But her heart didn't get the memo.

Billie dragged the stuffed animal and her feet towards Kim, sighing as she collapsed into the bed. Kim shifted the blankets towards them, ignoring the way her face burned and her heart thumped. She'd never been this close to a girl before. Not like this. She suddenly feared that she'd get sick.

Billie's breath smelt of mint as she exhaled deeply, her blue eyes flashing likes starlight as she rested her cheek onto the pillow. It was funny how all of her features were soft and gentle when her personality was so strong and sharp. Kim was the opposite. She was like a doormat, pliable and soft where her body was sharp and scrawny. Opposites.

"I'm sorry about Steve," Kim whispered into the night as they faced one another, "I really don't like him." She told her truthfully, feeling like it was okay to share the truth. Not the whole truth, but just enough.

"What's not to like?" Billie tilted her head as she sat up on the shared pillow a bit, wrinkling her eyebrows together curiously. Kim could see her freckles from this distance, could make out the tan lines on her shoulders. She kept wishing that she could touch her, just enough to marvel at how their smooth skin felt against one another.

"He has a hairy chest," She admitted, features crinkling up nervously at the way Billie laughed in response, "I don't like it." She replied as she wrinkled up her nose, thinking about how sweaty and wet it must get.

"You will once you actually get with a guy," She retorted with a snort, "Trust me. It's fun watching them get all stupid for you." Kim paused for the longest time, knowing she wouldn't ever really understand that. She felt saddened, knowing that she'd likely be on her own for a long, long time.

"I guess."

"I'm not really dating Steve," Billie told her softly, "I don't even really like him like that. He's sort of bothersome." She shifted a little closer as she rested an arm underneath the pillow. She had muscles too, but Kim thought that they looked different. They weren't obnoxious and arrogant. They were just a part of her.

"He is?" Kim tilted her head, thinking about how the girls at school had once spoke about him. She supposed he had changed some, but Billie seemed quite sure of it as she nodded her head along.

"He's always trying to ask me out," She sighed dramatically, "It's tiresome." She dropped her head playfully, blonde curls dusting across the sheets and on Kim's hand. She liked the way her hair felt.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Kim said softly as she began to absentmindedly twist a curl around her finger. Billie hummed softly, like she didn't mind as Kim continued her motions.

"I just didn't want you to have him," Billie confessed, "It just felt wrong." Her words drifted off of her tongue in a sweet manner, making Kim's eyes widen at her words. It shouldn't make her heart thump in such a way, but it did.

Kim drifted her eyes across Billie's features, wishing that she could read her better. She didn't know if there was something hidden, wisped away that she needed to search for. It was odd. Why would she not want her to like Steve?

"It always feels wrong." Kim spoke her peace at last, fear growing in her stomach as she grew paranoid that Billie would see right through her. She had practically left herself split open. It was worrisome.

"It does," Billie agreed softly, "I don't think I can ever really let a guy love me. Do you know what I mean?" She asked as she blinked her blue eyes slowly, like she was worried Kim would think of something bad. She didn't. She knew that her reasons were completely different. Men wanted Billie for one thing.

"They suck."

"They do," Billie giggled softly, a sound that made butterflies sweep through Kim's veins and bones. It was a nice sound, something she wanted to hear more of, "Why are you so afraid?" She asked quietly, eyes narrowing like she was trying to read through Kim.

"I don't think my mom likes who I am," Kim breathed out the truth, feeling like the weights inside of her were slowly lifted. Billie was probably a bad person to confess to, but she was the only one asking. It felt nice to feel like she could speak to someone else, even if she felt like she was going to break down, "I don't think many people do."

"I do," Billie declared with a soft smile, her full lips pressing together smoothly, "You're not all that bad." She replied softly, leaving Kim sure that she would change her mind if she knew the truth.

The weeks weren't as bitter and slow as her friendship with Billie slowly bloomed. She was funny and had a kind heart whether she wanted to show it or not. Kim still refused to drink or smoke, despite the way Billie would nitpick and tease at her. It didn't matter. Kim wouldn't do it, not when Susan could so easily find out.

"I've never kissed anyone." Kim admitted that night as she laid on the floor, watching the way Billie slowly painted her nails. Red. She'd never had red nails before. She wondered if Susan would say something about it.

They'd tried to invite Max to join them, but according to the younger girl she couldn't be bothered with such trivial things. She was having her own sleepover with Jane in the room down the hall anyways.

"Why?" Billie asked, "You're pretty. I heard that Tommy has a solid crush on you." She added as she hummed, leaning down to blow on the drying paint.

All Kim could do was stare. Billie thought that she was pretty? That Kim was pretty? She barely registered anything about Tommy, too focused on how Billie thought that she was pretty. She giggled, too loud and too nervously but she giggled. And it had nothing to do with Tommy.

"He has a girlfriend." She replied as she cleared her throat, sure that her face was as red as the color on her nails. Billie's gaze was warm despite the cold blue in her eyes. It left a soft feeling in Kim's gut.

"Tell that to him," She laughed, "You never accept any of the dates I set up. It's kind of rude. Are you trying to be a nun?" She furrowed her eyebrows together as she rested her chin on her fingers.

"Excuse me?" Kim blinked slowly, surprised at the suggestion. She did not want to be a nun. She could care less if she went to another church service or bible study. She only did it because she had to.

"That's why you're never with any guys!" Billie shouted out as she pointed at Kim, like she had it all figured out, "You want to be a nun." She snapped her fingers together like she had solved it, like it was all that easy.

"I'm not trying to be a nun!" Kim protested as she sat up, flabbergasted as her face burned in humiliation. Did she really think that of her?

"Then what is it?" Billie sat up in confusion, crossing her legs as her tiny shorts clung to her thick thighs. Kim felt her eye twitch as she turned away, trying to ignore the feeling that was burning inside of her chest.

"Nothing," Kim breathed out, "It's nothing." She said at last as she began to play with her hair, breathing in deeply before she exhaled in the same manner. She wasn't going to break down. Not right now.

"Oh." Billie's voice was soft, understanding and smooth. Kim snapped her head towards her, her heart stopping at the way Billie's lips parted in understanding.

"What?" She asked hesitantly, her voice shaking as she felt like the walls were caving in around her. It was suddenly hard for her to breath, to think, to move. Billie knew.

"You don't like boys." She stated at last, making the floor underneath Kim slip free. She felt like she was falling, crashing through darkness and uncertainty as she tried to swallow the lump that had formed in the back of her throat.

"I do," She spit out, blinking roughly as she tried to keep her tears at bay, "I just- I-," She stalled as no excuse came forth. She was ripped apart, laid open like a book. Billie knew everything.

She waited for her to yell, to her disgust to form in the same way Susan's had. She waited for Billie to shove her off, to tell her to never touch her things and that she was revolting.

"Hey, I didn't mean to make you cry," Billie mumbled as she shifted forward, moving her hands to the side of Kim's face. She sniffled as she shook her head, not wanting to see the rejection on Billie's features, "You said boys suck. It makes sense."

"I'm broken." She hiccupped out between her sobs, feeling like there had to be a piece of her that was missing. Perhaps she just hadn't met the right person yet. Guy. She hadn't met the right guy yet. That was it.

"I don't think so," Billie replied softly as she brushed her tears away, "You already admitted that boys suck. I just wasn't listening." She continued to speak smoothly, like it was something simple. Kim shook her head, knowing it wasn't easy. She'd be labeled as a freak, shunned and hidden away.

"You can't tell my mom." She pleaded desperately, sure that she couldn't handle Susan's claws sinking into her any deeper. The thought made her sick. Billie looked at her surprised, almost as if she was offended.

"I'm sorry, Kim," She breathed out softly, "You don't deserve to be treated like that." She continued to brush her thumbs across Kim's damp cheek, making her lean into her. It was wrong.

"She just wants the best for me." Kim whispered underneath her breath, thinking of how desperately she missed her mom's warm gaze and loving arms. She didn't touch her the same way, could barely look her in the eye. She was just trying to fix her daughter, to make her whole again. Kim just needed to try better.

"For her." Billie clarified strongly as Kim slowly drifted her eyes up towards her. Her features were softly, eyes kind and gentle as her thumb continued to brush against her skin. It felt nice, sweet. It sent jolts through her body. Like it was meant to be.

Billie leaned forward, still smelling of mint and cigarettes as her nose brushed against Kim's. It was soft and sweet, smooth. Their breath mingled together as Kim felt everything shutting down, her mind and heart only focusing on what it was like to have Billie so close.

Their lips met softly, slightly awkwardly as Kim continued to freeze in her spot. She could taste Billie's red lipstick, the drag of her last smoke and the gum that she had previously chewed. The drag of her lips was sweet and blissful, exactly what she had imagined. Billie's lips felt like cotton candy, like a cloud.

She bent down, giving Billie better access to her mouth as their lips moved together in a frenzy. She tried not to focus on the way her mouth moved awkwardly against Billie's. She'd never done this before and feared that Billie would be able to easily tell.

The back of her knees hit her mattress before she fell back, gasping as the pillows and stuffed animals bounced around them and onto the floor. Billie grinned; her red lipstick smeared as she pulled away.

Kim brought up her fingers to her lips, touching gently to confirm that had just happened. Billie's eyes watched her curiously, taking in every little movement like she was just as enchanted.

"Kim," Billie mumbled softly, her voice raspy as she dragged her red fingernails against Kim's freckled skin, "I want to taste you." She whispered out, making Kim's eyes widen in surprise.

"What?" Kim asked as Billie's lips turned into a grin. She felt like she was dreaming. She was in a haze.

"Your pussy," She said with a laugh, her cheeks a little warm as her nose brushed against Kim's, "Can I?" She mumbled, asking so sweetly that it made her insides twist and churn.

"Yeah," Kim breathed out, nearly forgetting how to use her lungs as Billie's fingers drifted across her sides, "Sure." She didn't know what else to say, still fairly certain that she would wake up. Perhaps she needed to pinch herself.

"You sound excited," Billie teased as she began to strip Kim down, taking her time as if she was opening a present, "You're so pretty, Kimmy."

"Thank you," She whispered hoarsely, not used to being so spread out and examined before, "You are too." She mumbled shyly, fully meaning it. Billie was stunning. The prettiest girl she'd ever seen.

Billie nudged her fingers against Kim's chin again, softly touching her as she brought their mouths against one another's again. Kim felt less reserved this time, more excited as she dragged her lips against Billie's.

She still tasted of cigarette smoke and mint, a little bitter but something sweet remained on her tongue too. Kim felt the need to taste her more, to explore as she slid her tongue slowly against Billie's.

She moaned, falling like putty against Kim as her thighs slid against the back of Kim's. Her hands were everywhere then, gripping at Kim's hips before she fell to her boobs. She moaned against Billie's touch, her clit beginning to ache from the sensation.

Billie's look was intoxicating as she pulled away, dangerous as she began to pepper kisses down Kim's skin. She was sure that she'd be covered in red when this was over, but she didn't care. She wanted Billie to mark her, to ruin her so she could remember it later.

Her head fell back as Billie's mouth fell against Kim's pink nipple, taking languid licks before she wrapped her lips around her. She fisted her hands into the sheets, trying to keep herself grounded as she rolled her hips up towards Billie's.

"Dirty girl," Billie mumbled, making Kim cry out as she bit down on the sensitive bud, "Shh. S'okay. I got you." She promised, making her quickly nod along as her lips moved down further.

Kim pulled Billie's blonde hair out of the way, thinking that it was just as soft as what she thought it would be. She didn't want to miss Billie's expressions or the look in her eye as she shoved Kim's knees further apart.

Billie drifted her fingers through the soft tuft of red hair, right near Kim's pussy. Kim felt her heart lurch in her chest, still in deniable that this was happening. This had to be a dream. A really good one. She'd have to pray her thoughts away later.

The first drag of Billie's tongue against Kim's pussy left her head being tossed back into the pillows, her eyes shutting tightly as her lips parted in bliss. She couldn't be too loud in fear of their parents hearing, but it felt that good.

Billie moved slowly, like she was slightly unsure as her tongue licked and prodded across Kim's clit and folds. It all felt incredible, life changing as Kim's hips slowly rocked forward. Her chest felt heavy as she knitted her fingers through the blonde curls.

Billie moaned from between her legs, sparking vibrations through Kim's body from the sensation. Her tongued swirled around the little pink clit, pressing softly before she began to languidly flick the tip of her tongue against it. Kim felt her hips arch off of the bed, her eyes hazy as waves of pleasure crashed through her.

Billie's tongue was everywhere suddenly, deep within Kim's slick hole; spreading her open as she dug her nails into her skin. It hurt just a bit, but it mainly felt good. Incredible. Everything was incredible.

"Billie," She whispered as she rocked her hips forward, Billie's nose pressing up against her clit as she continued to stroke her tongue across Kim's smooth walls, "God. Oh God." She couldn't say anything else, not when it felt like she was praying to the blonde between her legs.

The pleasure was intense, burning deeply as Billie kept the same movements. It made Kim's chest seize, the air freeze within her lungs as her high crashed over her. She came with a loud cry, quickly silencing herself by biting down on her hand.

She had never been so close to heaven before. And had no time to process that she'd just kissed a girl, let a girl eat her out. She couldn't focus on that it was her stepsister, that their parents were married. None of that mattered. Not when Billy licked her pussy clean, not when she crawled over Kim's body, her lips and chin still slick with Kim's cum.

She was silent as she kissed Kim again, stealing what was left in her lungs as Kim met her lips in desperation. She felt her mind disconnect as she let her hands wander, spreading across Billie's curves and feeling her for herself.

Billie sat up a bit, straddling Kim's narrow hips as she slowly rolled her hips forward. She smirked at the way Kim moaned, at the way her fingers fell to her flesh as Billie began to strip herself down.

Kim watched in fascination; eyes wide as she took in Billie's beautiful curves. She was toned but smooth, tanned as she moved her palms playfully over her bigger boobs.

"Can I-," Kim cut herself off, unsure if that was the right thing to ask at the moment. Billie giggled like it was silly as she moved Kim's slender fingers up towards her chest, letting her cup her tits as she leaned forward, "Oh." She exhaled, feeling like everything had suddenly clicked into place.

She leaned up, brushing her lips across Billie's neck before she moved down to her pretty nipples. She captured one between her lips, sucking and licking in the same manner that Billie had done to her. She continued to rock her hips against Kim, breathless moans falling free from her movements. It sent shivers down her body as Billie traced her fingers through Kim's red hair, gripping softly as she yanked her head back.

"Touch me, please touch me," Billie begged as she moved Kim's hand down between her legs, grinding her slick cunt frantically against Kim's long fingers, "Right there. Oh God." She whimpered, keeping a firm grasp on her wrist as she continued to move with need.

Kim stared at the way Billie's features tightened in pleasure, in the way the moans rolled off of her tongue. Kim glanced down at Billie's pussy, at the slick feeling that stuck to her fingertips as she continued to drag them across in the same manner. It was heaven. This was as close to heaven as she would ever get.

"Kim," Billie breathed against the side of her cheek, sounding breathless as she rocked her hips forward desperately. She was dripping, her wetness gliding onto Kim's smooth skin, "Fuck!" She cried out suddenly, her body trembling as she came.

She was pretty, like a goddess. Kim was certain she'd never see such a stunning image again. Her tanned cheeks were flushed, red lips smeared and swollen. Her eyelashes were long as she blinked slowly, opening them to look down at Kim with a hazy expression.

Nothing would ever go back to normal.

Three summers had passed since then, three blissful years of stolen kisses and secret hand holding. Fate had brought them back to California, whisked away in her father's spare bedroom apartment. They were away from danger, that was all that mattered.

"Isn't that cute?" Kim asked as she held her fingers against her forehead, blocking the sun as she looked up towards the stuffed animals that were hanging up. She was staring at the biggest one, always having a weak spot for stuffed animals.

"I could win that easily." Billie commented as she rested her hand on her hip, looking up at the giant stuffed shark that was hanging from the reward stand.

"You should try at the end," Kim reasoned as she kept their arms linked together while she gazed up at it, "After we go on all the rides and stuff." She tried to reason with her girlfriend, thinking that it would be more practical that way. She didn't want to spend another day at the fair tugging around a giant stuffed animal with them. Their room was slowly but surely becoming overwhelmed with them.

"Someone might take it by then," Billie mumbled as she tilted her head, bearing that competitive look that she got, "C'mon." She trudged her towards the line, gripping her hand tightly. Kim supposed that most people just suspected they were good friends, but little did they really know.

"I was just teasing," Kim reasoned as she tucked her hair behind her ear, "I don't really need a giant stuffed shark." She tried to reason again, but Billie quickly shook her head no in determination.

"Don't spend all of your money," Kim said quickly as Billie slammed her dollar down, then began to stretch out her arms, "It's just a little stuffed animal. Really. But do your best." She added a second later, already swayed on how cute the shark looked.

"Mhm," Billie grinned as she looked back at the taller girl, her red lips pressed together, "You might want to take a step back." She added, raising her eyebrows for a second before she picked up the dart. Kim smiled but did what she had asked.

Billie didn't just win the shark, but several other stuffed animals that they had to trudge along with. They had a pile of them wherever they went, whether it was on the Ferris Wheel or trying to find a spot at the busy tables as they shared pieces of cotton candy and corn dogs.

Kim wasn't broken, nor did she feel incomplete. She was whole. Billie was her other half, the better part of her. They had managed to make their own life with one another, even if it had meant losing some of their family members. It didn't really matter in the long run. Not when they had one another.

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