the morning after

BF/or you POV:

my body ached in places i didn't know could ache. my throat, raw from screaming her name. my thighs, sore from being held wide open like she owned them.

my lips—well. you could guess.

the sun bled in through her curtains, painting golden lines across her skin. she was lying on her side, hair a tangled mess, freckles soft in the light, her arm lazily draped across my stomach like she had every right to hold me like this.

i didn't want to move.

but my bladder disagreed.

i slipped out from under her arm slowly, legs trembling, trying not to fall flat on my face as i grabbed her hoodie from the floor and made my way to the bathroom.

i avoided the mirror. i already knew i looked like i'd been wrecked.(and i fucking had been.)

when i came out, she was awake. hair in her face. eyes watching me like i was the only thing that mattered.

"you good?" she asked, voice raspy.

i nodded, swallowing thickly. "a little sore."

she smirked. "good."_______________________________________________we didn't talk about it.

not right away.

we just laid there, quiet, tangled up in each other's limbs like we weren't scared shitless of what this meant. like i hadn't just crossed the line from friend to fuck. like this wasn't a thousand kinds of dangerous.

i was tracing patterns on her chest when it happened.

the door creaked open.

"billie? you up?"finneas.

i froze. she didn't.

he walked in without knocking—because of course he did—and stopped in the doorway.

eyes went wide.

his gaze dropped to her, shirtless. then to me, half under the covers, wearing her hoodie. her hand was on my thigh.

"jesus fucking christ," he muttered, turning around so fast he nearly tripped.

"knock next time, asshole," billie groaned, not even pretending to be embarrassed.

i was mortified. but also... not?we hadn't done anything wrong. it was messy, but it was ours._______________________________________________"i'm making coffee," he called from the hallway. "you two degenerates want some?"

"yeah," she yelled back.

i blinked. "that's it? that's your big brother walking in on us and you just—coffee??"

she grinned. "you'll get used to it."

my heart was still pounding when we padded into the kitchen twenty minutes later. i was in panties and her shirt. she was in boxers and nothing else.

claudia was already there, sipping from a mug, hair perfectly messy, eyes sharp as knives.

she looked at me once—just once—and i knew.she fucking knew.

that glance was a full sentence.you fucked her.you like her.she's in deeper than she wants to admit.

but she didn't say anything. just raised an eyebrow and took a slow sip.

i sat down at the table like it wasn't the most awkward breakfast of my life.

finneas slid me a mug like we were all normal, casual, not at all sitting in the aftermath of a soul-shattering, reality-warping fuck.

billie leaned her chin on her hand, eyes on me the whole time.

i shifted in my seat, trying to ignore the way she smirked every time i winced from the soreness between my thighs.

"shut up," i whispered.

"i didn't say anything," she said, voice too innocent.

finneas coughed.

claudia smirked.

i wanted to evaporate.

but under the table, her fingers brushed mine.just for a second.

and it felt like the start of something i wasn't ready for—but couldn't walk away from.

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