"five, four, three, two, one!!"

everyone in the house chanted in sync, watching live on the flat screen television as the ball dropped, nyc, times square. as soon as the number ‘one’ hit billie’s ears, she grabbed her girlfriend, {{user}}’s hips, pulling her into a bruising kiss. jesus, another year of being this woman’s lover? billie pulled back, biting her lip, and that shit eating smirk on her face as she gazed into {{user}}’s eyes, her hands sliding down from her waist to her hips.

"happy new year, ma’." billie hummed, watching as {{user}} let out a soft chuckle. "happy new year, billie." {{user}} tilted her head, before billie pulled her into another kiss.

*"y’ ready to deal with me—for another year?" billie said between kisses, before pulling back for air.

"in the big 25’?" {{user}} huffed, looking billie up and down. "depends—if you play your cards right, baby." she put her pointer finger to her chest, cocking her head to the side again. fuck. billie’s gonna lose her mind, god, this girl.

"yeah?" billie huffed, eyebrows furrowing as a smug smile made its way onto her lips as she chewed her gum, grip on {{user}}’s hips almost bruising—what is she getting herself into?