Oh my goodness, so much drama.
FREAKIN' MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ERRY' ONE
"...Okay, so we got the chicken pizza. And the pasta cabonara..." Chris said, looking over the hotel room service menu. Billie and he had both decided that staying in would be best. They had both been drinking beers and driving wasn't a great option.
"Oh!" Billie yelled, as Joe hit the muscle buster on Chris in the good old X-Division title match. "Why are we still watching this?" Chris asked, flopping down on the couch, handing over the plate of pasta and yet another beer to Billie. "Thank you. And because there is nothing on, and it's awesome." "You know, if I didn't know any better I would say you and Joe had something going on behind closed doors." Billie began laughing, "He's a sweet guy Chrissy, but theres no need to be jealous." Chris began to laughing, and almost spat up his beer. "Me, jealous? Never!" He laughed, both of them knowing that one time in high school Chris knocked out some guy who tried to ask Billie out.
Billie placed her plate onto the coffee table, just as Chris did. She snuggled back into the couch, wrapping her arms around herself. Wife beater and track pants were not a good idea, comfortable as they may have been, it was freakin cold. Billie closed her eyes, the affect of the beer making her sleepy: and if Chris had drunk twice as many as her, she could only imagine what he was feeling. She pushed her bright red hair off her shoulders and sighed, almost feeling sleep over take her.
She felt the weight shift on the couch and felt a pair of warm lips of her forehead, she smiled and let out a little laugh. She felt a kiss on her shoulder, and smiled a little less. She felt a kiss on her lips and opened her eyes. "Chris..." She breathed. They're faces were so close, she could feel his breath, he was hunched over so they were right in front of each other.
"Chris." She breathed as he pushed some hair out of her eyes, still staring intently at her mouth.
"Please B... Just let me..." He said, leaning in to capture her lips with his own. She couldn't explain the feeling. It was warm and it felt like she was getting pins and needles all over her body. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer, pulled him on top of her. She moaned as his tounge swept over her bottom lip, begging for entrance. Billie let him in, opening her mouth enough for him to explore. She moaned as his hands ran up and down her ribcage. Chris couldn't leave her mouth, he couldn't run the risk of her stopping him. But he had to, he had to catch his breath.
He pulled away, Billie's eyes stayed closed and she breathed in deep. "Chris..." She said it again, in that raunchy out of breath voice. He groaned, almost primal, burying his face in her neck just to taste it with a kiss. She whimpered, running her hands through his hair, pulling his face away from her neck to kiss his lips again.
"We shouldn't..." Billie whispered, against his lips. "I know..." He whispered, he looked into her big green eyes and had no words to say. The second he had looked at her, Billie knew she had to do this, she had to let it happen against all of her better judgment. She pushed her lips against his again, they almost fell off the couch and she laughed. "Come with me..." She whispered, pecking his lips again before walking to the bedroom alone, leaving him to follow behind.
The second she turned around to face him he kissed her, grabbing her behind in both hands to grind her against himself. "Oh, Chris..." She moaned as he moved his assault to her neck, biting and sucking and kissing every inch he could. "You have no idea-" He breathed out, before kissing her neck once more. "-How long I've wanted this." He spoke, looking up to catch her eyes. She giggled nervously, as his hands reached up her shirt, "Oh, I think I do..."
He threw her shirt off, and then his own. That was when it hit Billie. She was about to have sex with Chris. The man she had wanted desperately for so long. She grabbed his face and kissed him, running her tounge down his jawline and to that perfect chest she had seen so many times but couldn't touch, not in the way she wanted to. "Billie..." He groaned out as she kissed down to his bellybutton, running her hands up and down his abs as she got onto her knees, un-zipping his pants and letting them fall to the floor. He grabbed both hands that lay flat against his stomach and pulled her back up. "No-" He breathed out. "That's not what I want." He spoke, looking dead into her eyes. She whimpered as he picked her up, pushing her still clothed body against his almost naked one.
He lay her down, grabbing the bottoms of her adidas trackpants, slipping them off with ease. He crawled on top of her, kissing up her legs then up her stomach, running his hands up her sides, letting his fingernails graze her soft skin, giving her chills. "I love you Bianca..." He whispered, kissing her lips. She sat up, letting his grab onto her bra clasp, to get it off in seconds. He began kissing down her chest, taking all of her into his hands as she moaned. "Please..." She moaned out, and he knew it was time.
He moved down lower, slipping the panties past her knees and off her feet, letting them fall to the floor. He then removed his own boxers, throwing them over his shoulder, not caring where they would land. He went back up to kiss her lips and smiled as she spoke, "I love you too, Josh..." He smirked, nudging her legs apart as they kissed, slowly and carefully. He pushed into her as she groaned into his mouth, wrapping both arms around his neck. She pulled away from his lips, letting him suck on her neck softly as her head rolled back on the pillow.
"Bianca..." He breathed into her neck. He was going so slow, and he was being so careful. He wanted this to last for as long as it could but he couldn't help it, he started going faster and faster until Billie started yelling his name. The sound of her raspy voice saying his real name pushed him over the edge, he collapsed next to her and wrapped both arms around her. He sighed into her neck as she sat up to grab the sheets.
By now, the beer had worn off and they were both laying there in each others arms thinking about what the fuck they had done.
