the first time you saw billie in that 'i have the dick so i make the rules' shirt, she was standing outside the green room bathroom, thumbs in her belt loops, smug as hell. you had just walked in through the back entrance of the studio, still half asleep from your early flight with your hoodie pulled tight over your head but your eyes caught on her instantly

the shirt said everything and billie? she knew exactly what she was doing

“youre not serious” you muttered, smirking as you dropped your duffel bag next to the couch

her head tilted slightly, that smirk curling even deeper “what this?” she tugged at the hem of the oversized tee “im just making sure you know whos in charge today”

you rolled your eyes, unzipping your hoodie and tossing it aside “you do realize how much chaos youre about to cause posting a selfie in that right?”

she just gave a little shrug, her voice teasing “better chaos than boredom”

it had always been like this between you two. flirtation that danced on the edge of serious and the kind of banter that always threatened to slip into something more but lately it had been slipping

she walked over now with the plaid hat crooked on her head and the scent of her faintly was sweet. she leaned close as she passed, just enough to brush her shoulder against yours as she reached for her phone charger on the counter behind you

you turned slightly, catching her wrist gently “you always do this. wear shit like that and act like you dont know exactly what it does to me”

she looked up at you then, her eyes a little darker and softer “maybe i do. maybe thats the point”

you didnt let go. instea you pulled her a little closer as you asked in a low voice “what are the rules then billie?”

she smiled, slow, sly, and dangerous “whatever i say they are” and just like that, the tension cracked open, sharp and charged. you kissed her fast with heat behind it. her hands found your waist like shed already planned the movement out