lost cause | billie eilish

24 | late night

a month later...

"stop running," billie rasped to me as she fucked me in missionary.

and she was going so hard. and she knew that. and it felt so good but i'd still slightly close my legs a little.

"saylor," billie said with a low voice as she leaned down to me. "you want me to stop?" she rose her eyebrows.

"no," i quickly shook my head.

"you want me to keep going?"

"yes," i answered.

"yeah? you want it?"

"yes billie," i answered again, softly.

"then take it," she told me.

i nodded my head.

"cmon," she whispered in my ear. "i know what you can take."

then she kept fucking me, my legs wide open.

and i felt her tongue run along the edge of my ear, making my breath hitch. and she drug it down to my neck where she began to suck.

"fuck," i whimpered as i wrapped my arms around her and began to drag my nails in her back. "billie."

"i know baby," she said softly. "i know."

"right there baby," i moaned.

"here?" she asked as she hit my spot.

"yes!" i moaned out. "yes, fuck!"

-

"ugh can't believe im gonna have this boot on my foot for the start of your tour," i groaned.

"you literally have like 2 weeks left in it," billie chuckled as she sat on the floor and packed her suitcase. "you'll be okay."

"yeah but i'll have it on for my birthday," i pointed out. "we're gonna be in new orleans, i wanna be able to walk down bourbon street and vibeeeee."

"we can still do all of that," she looked at me. "we'll just have to walk slowly."

"i tried to convince the doctor to just trust me without it," i said as i sat on the bed.

"god no," she looked at me. "i don't even trust you."

"that's cause when you had a boot on your foot, you continued to jump around at all your concerts as if that wouldn't make it worse," i rose my eyebrows.

"how did this become about me?" she pretended to be offended, making me laugh.

"why does it take you so long to pack?" i laughed.

"cause bro," she chuckled. "too many fucking shoes."

i just shook my head.

"i can't wait to experience a billie concert," i smiled.

"stop it makes me nervous," she blushed.

"why?" i asked her. "i thought you don't really get nervous."

"because," she looked down. "i don't know."

i squinted. "why why why?" i pressed.

"because it's you," she pointed out.

"soooo?" i rose my eyebrows with a grin. "what is it really?"

she sighed. "there's something that i wanna do."

"um, like what?" i furrowed my eyebrows.

"like sing a song that's unreleased," she said.

"oh the playpen one?" i asked.