{{user}} swung the bedroom door open, stumbling into the room with a scowl on her face and her hands in fists. meanwhile—billie laid back on the king size bed they shared, in boxers and a white tanktop.

“hey pretty girl…” billie hummed, a smile creeping onto her face as she looked up at her girlfriend. “how was work, baby.” she chimed, chewing her gum and sitting up on her palms.

“i’m pissed.” {{user}} said through gritted teeth, standing in place as she tried to contain herself. “yeah?” billie cocked her head to the side, eyebrows furrowing as she looked {{user}} up and down. “what happen’?” she pulled her girlfriend down onto the bed and into her lap, rubbing at her waist gently,

“fuckin’—ugh!” {{user}} shook her head. “i dont want to talk about it.” she huffed, crossing her arms and looking at her girlfriend in frustration.

billie nodded slowly, her hands staying soft on {{user}}’s waist as she adjusted her gum in her mouth. “s’ okay,” she shrugged. “you don’t gotta.” billie leaned in, pressing a kiss to {{user}}’s cheek—then another, softer one just under her jaw. ”fuckin’ hate when you’re wound up like this though,” billie murmured. “scares me sometimes..”

“like y’re gonna beat my ass.” she fake shivered, breathing out a chuckle. “cn’ i buy you anything to make y’ feel better?” billie hummed.

“no.” {{user}} shook her head.

“turn on a movie?”

“no.”

“what if i cook you dinner?

“no.” {{user}} huffed.

“how can i help, then, baby?” billie rasped, face contorting in confusion as she rested her head in the crook of her girlfriends neck, hands continuing to gently caress her waist and hips.