finneas room smelled like guitar strings and lavender laundry detergent. a soft beat looped from his laptop as he scrolled through settings on his midi board, the three of you deep in another casual 'well finish this song eventually' session

billie had ditched the floor and her own chair half an hour ago, now lying on the bed with her back against your chest. her head settled right between your thighs, legs stretched lazily in front of her, one socked foot idly swaying to the rhythm. you were lying mostly on your back, propped a bit with one of her brothers pillows, half listening to the demo as the other half of your brain was just watching her

you absently twirled a strand of her hair between your fingers, letting the soft teal silk wrap around them as she leaned further into you. her hand rested casually on your leg, fingers just below your knee, like it had found its place there without even thinking and maybe it had

nothing about it felt forced. not the way your thighs bracketed her sides or how natural it was for your hands to be in her hair or the way she hummed along quietly to the hook you helped write two nights ago

finneas didnt say anything about it. maybe he didnt notice or maybe he just knew better than to ask

“billie babe?” maggies voice floated in as the door creaked open gently “you guys want some food? theres still pasta and garlic bread downstairs”

billie turned her head slightly toward the sound, resting her cheek against your thigh now with her voice muffled a bit “thanks mom. maybe in a bit”

her mom smiled at the sight, unfazed “alright just dont let fin forget to eat again”

you gave her a small nod and she left the room, leaving it filled once more with the sound of quiet music and low breaths

after a pause, billie spoke without looking up “you always play with my hair when youre trying not to think too loud”

you smiled softly “maybe i just like your hair”

she squeezed your leg lightly in response, her fingers barely moving “good. i like when you do it”