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[digital witness]

DxxxxxExxxxxMxxxxxI

on your knees when you look at me
i'm dressed like a fucking queen
and you're begging " please . . . "
i'll get you lost, but i'm having fun

ｗｏｒｄxxｃｏｕｎｔ ;; 681

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Demi leaned more heavily into her arm nearest Billie as the other woman turned sideways against the railing to face her. She found herself mirroring the brunette's infectious smile almost involuntarily even despite the way that she fought against it when Billie suggested that she'd intentionally left Niko at home to spend time with her... a claim that, while not entirely untrue, wasn't one that she needed to know the truth about. Her ego was already wildly overinflated and in no need of an additional boost; still, Demi found herself grinning along. "...You wish." She playfully brushed off her claims, taking another hit off her cigarette to hide the fact that Billie's sudden close proximity had her growing slightly flustered.

Her gaze followed Billie's toward the window, grateful for the change of subject, and a calm, reminiscent smile teetered against her lips at the memory of the night they'd met. She pushed off of the railing, prepared to follow in the other woman's example and shed herself of her own jacket in the growing humidity that was thickening the air, but the heel of one of her high-top wedges became caught against the slightly raised edge on a board in the porch's wooden flooring and caused her to misstep. She'd hardly had the chance to lose her balance before Billie's arms were darting out to hold her upright and her own hand automatically moved to grip at the brunette's bicep until she could steady herself.

"That's embarrassing..." she let out a breathy laugh after she'd successfully regained her footing, suddenly hyperaware of the way that her hand was still gripped around Billie's bicep. The muscle felt solid beneath her fingers, straining against the skin, and she held onto her longer than what was probably necessary before she was retracting her touch. "I'm good," she assured, resuming her position at Billie's side, "thanks." She finished almost sheepishly, deciding to leave her jacket right where it was on her shoulders, and finished her cigarette.

The pair remained on the porch together a short while longer before a steadily brewing storm system drove them back inside after the first drops of rain began to fall around them. Demi plunged her fingers into her thick hair and gave it a quick rustle, displacing the drops of water that had accumulated there, before she led Billie to the couch in the main room. Isaiah and the woman whose name Demi had yet to catch but whose face she recognized from the night that she'd come into the diner with Billie were already sitting on the loveseat and the two of them settled easily opposite them as they sought refuge from the rain.

The four of them fell into conversation and Demi felt herself beginning to loosen between the drinks that she'd stolen from the bottle of booze that Billie still carried with her. They'd started an acceptable distance apart on the couch but it gradually lessened as she found herself itching to touch the other brunette. She craved her physical presence - something reminiscent of the incidental touch that they'd shared outside on the porch - and found it becoming increasingly difficult to deny herself such indulgences in her current state.

She lunged at her opportunity when Billie made a sideways comment about her apparent low tolerance for alcohol that had her bubbling with laughter and she reached out, pushing playfully against the other woman's arm before her fingers were gripping loosely around her bicep once more. She didn't care that Isaiah or Maya could easily relay her borderline-flirtatious behavior back to Niko and let her hand fall into the dip of Billie's elbow where it lingered while they sat together. She found herself watching Billie more than actually participating in the conversation and, eventually, beckoned her to break away from the small group to join her in the kitchen. "I need another drink," she leaned in close to talk to her and lifted the now-empty bottle to make a point. "You wanna come with?" Her hand found the woman's arm again and trailed down to her wrist.

 

[alex danvers]

B xxx I xxx L xxx L xxx I xxx E
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people always told me
be careful of what you do
and don't go around
breaking young girls' hearts
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ｗｏｒｄxxｃｏｕｎｔ ;; 658​

Billie noticed, above all, how Demi’s fingers had taken a grip just above her elbow, around the bulge of her bicep, to gather her balance once more after misstepping. The gesture wouldn’t have meant much to her, only gripping lightly, but the way her hand lingered and tightened slightly against the muscle of Billie’s upper arm was suspicious, at the very least, and suggestive at best. She grinned, hiding her smirk behind the guise of being amused by the brunette’s physically clumsy moment, and allowed the feeling to add to her self-confidence and the swell in her chest.

When the rain started coming down on the porch and they threatened to be washed away by the water, the two of them moved inside, a number of raindrops running down the length of Billie’s bare arms as they stepped over the entrance and back into the reverberation of the beat of the music around them. She followed Demi through the house, eventually ending up back in the living room where they met with Isaiah and Tish, who’d dropped down on the couch, and finding their space across from the other two. Conversation came quickly and Billie found herself taking a small amount of focus off Demi and back onto her friends, though most of her attention remained on the other woman as Tish introduced herself and the four of them relaxed on the couches together. Billie’s gaze remained distractedly on the hum of conversation and music around them, completely aware of the way that Demi was slowly inching closer into her side, finding – for as far as Billie was concerned – suspicious reasons to touch her, and automatically settled into the brunette’s luring touches.

Once more, Demi’s hand found Billie’s arm and gripped down lightly, and she instinctively flexed the muscle – just to give it some extra tension – and she grinned back at her, actively avoiding the displeased look that she was receiving from Tish across the coffee table. She allowed Demi to settle slightly into her side, as much as would be appropriate in the presence of multiple friends who knew Niko, and found herself grinning along with the brunette every time Demi seemed to lay eyes on her. She couldn’t help the obvious spark that lighted between them, and still left the opportunity of bringing things further ahead completely in Demi’s hands as the other woman suggested she come with to get a few more drinks.

“Hmm-mmm,” she grinned, allowing Demi to grab her hand and guide her on her legs as she pulled her through the groups of people and in the direction of the kitchen. The room itself was empty, save for a group of giggling girls who just made their way out, and Billie automatically walked in the direction of the solo cups and various bottles lining the counter. “Aight, what you want? I got okay mixing skills.” She’d let go of the brunette’s hand and raised an eyebrow when Demi leaned into the counter next to her, muttering out some vague directions that allowed Billie to put together something haphazardly, before handing the cup to her. Only when Demi took a sip and tipped the cup further backwards than she’d anticipated did Billie break the brief silence between them. “Ya not supposed to chug that shit! Damn, girl, you wanna get hammered already?” She couldn’t help the grin that curled around her lips as she took the cup back from Demi, shaking her head slightly and moving to refill it with the same thing before preparing a second cup for herself.

She handed the first back to Demi, picking up the second for herself, and clunked the two plastic cups against each other with an unsatisfying noise before bringing her own to her lips. She’d downed a quarter of its contents in one go, and making a face at her own failed concoction as she put the cup down again. “Damn, that’s vile, huh?”

 

[digital witness]

DxxxxxExxxxxMxxxxxI

on your knees when you look at me
i'm dressed like a fucking queen
and you're begging " please . . . "
i'll get you lost, but i'm having fun

ｗｏｒｄxxｃｏｕｎｔ ;; 723

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Demi rose, immune to the curious stares she was receiving from Billie's friends, and took the other woman's hand into her own. Their fingers melded together perfectly as she guided her onto her feet and led her past the crowd and into the kitchen where Billie beelined straight for the various liquor bottles that decorated the countertop and went right to work on concocting drinks for the both of them. Demi watched, leaning against the edge of the counter, and took the cup that was offered to her when the other brunette deemed her curious mixture complete. She brought the rim of the cup to her lips and tipped it back, slowly at first, before coming to the nearly instantaneous conclusion that the overpowering flavor that its liquid contents had to offer wasn't one that she wanted to savor; she threw the rest back, much to Billie's astonishment, and pinched her eyelids shut while she powered through the harsh burning sensation that followed in its wake against the back of her throat.

She accepted the second cup-full that had been offered to her and nodded in agreement, smiling, when Billie commented on the harsh taste herself. "It's got a bite to it." Her throat seized as she took another gulp, which managed to somehow taste stronger than the first, and she fought against cringing before she decided to throw back what remained and settled on something more her speed: a notably dull by comparison fruit-flavored wine cooler.

There was a comfortable energy between them and conversation came easily; they maintained a lighthearted banter while enjoying the temporary oasis of calm that the kitchen's emptiness provided them with. The once-steady hum of conversation began to fade away as Billie's unspeakably captivating presence demanded all of her attention and Demi found herself drawn deeper into the other woman's orbit. Touch came naturally and sparks danced up the brunette's arm as her hand met Billie's. Her fingertips brushed against the skin on the back of the other woman's hand, and, almost subconsciously, she found herself stepping forward. The alcohol had begun to work its magic, muting her inhibitions, and neither she nor Billie uttered a word as she delved headfirst into her suppressed desires.

Her fingertips grazed the side of Billie's jaw and she coaxed the other woman's face forward as she brought their lips together in a desperate kiss. She nearly sighed into the contact, melting against her, and Billie needed no further guidance before she was dipping forward with a calculated dominance. The taller brunette's hands lifted, cupping either side of her face, and Demi's hand found her wrist as she submitted to her gentle coaxing and parted her lips. She'd only barely fallen into Billie's rhythm when she was hit by the sudden realization of what she was doing and the haze that she'd let herself drift into began to fall away.

"Mm," she hummed, wanting nothing more than to take this as far as it would go, but forced herself to pull away anyway. Billie followed her movement and their lips met in another short-lived kiss that she instantly reciprocated, but she quickly dipped her face downward, breathing heavily as she broke the contact. "No -- I can't... I'm sorry." She remained there, pressed up against her for a moment longer before she took a step back, fingertips lingering against the dip of Billie's arm as her touch drifted away from the side of her jaw.

The haze of the alcohol had worn off considerably, the guilt that she felt at the thought of betraying Niko instantly sobering her, and still, she couldn't bring herself to back off entirely. Billie was understanding, a fact that she greatly appreciated in her ambivalent state, and the pair retired back to the couch for the night with a fresh round of drinks in hand.

Demi settled comfortably into Billie's side, feeling content and secure under the hook of the other woman's arm, and she let her fingers work absently over Billie's wrist and hand as it hung over her shoulder. She cared little of the fact that one of Niko's friends was situated directly across from them - he was Billie's friend, too, so the odds of him ratting them out were slim - and let herself enjoy the woman's touch as they sat upon the couch together.

 

[alex danvers]

B xxx I xxx L xxx L xxx I xxx E
─────────────────────
people always told me
be careful of what you do
and don't go around
breaking young girls' hearts
─────────────────────

ｗｏｒｄxxｃｏｕｎｔ ;; 581​

Billie bared her teeth, revealing her slightly long canines, in a playful grin when Demi commented on the spike that Billie’s concoction contained. The twinkle in her eyes slowly faded into a knowing grin when Demi leaned slightly into her, and her hip jutted slightly into the counter to keep her balance as she watched the other woman narrow the distance between them just a little. “Me too,” her arm moved out slightly, fingers resting once more against the dip of Demi’s side as the brunette inched closer again, until she was right next to Billie, back leaning into the counter as Billie remained turned towards her. Their conversation was light-hearted, remaining calm and quiet despite what little distance remained between them, but Billie could feel the underlying tension between them, the unspoken thing that sparked even as they just talked.

That same feeling seemed to dwell inside Demi, evident by the way that she became absent during their ongoing banter and conversation, until she was almost leaning against Billie’s side. Her fingers worked their way over the two-toned skin of Billie’s hand, of her arm, and Billie only suppressed her grin temporarily, remaining stationary as Demi seemed to move closer into her the more time passed, her own hand still hooked around Demi’s side as she leaned sideways against the counter. She didn’t speak or break the silence in any way as Demi turned towards her, watching curiously, and it only came together in her mind what Demi was going for when she stepped in.

Their lips met, though lightly, brushing against each other, and she could feel Demi relaxing against her, moving into Billie’s space. Billie’s hand automatically lifted, cupping the sides of Demi’s jaw as she guided her closer, slowly coaxing her lips apart as she took control out of habit, and pushed a little closer to her. The contact only lasted a few more seconds before Demi was humming against her lips and pulling away – only a short kiss following after before the other brunette removed herself from Billie’s vicinity and broke the contact for real.

“Is cool,” she shrugged, cocking her head slightly as she stepped backwards as well, indicating genuinely that it wasn’t a big deal to her. They returned to the couch not long after, and despite Demi’s refusal at first, she inched herself underneath Billie’s arm, remaining in the crook of her elbow, her touch skirting over Billie’s differently colored fingers, for the remainder of the night. Only when the party started dwindling down did Billie move slightly from her spot next to the other woman.

“Imma drive you home, aight?” She agreed to take Demi’s friend home, as well, who’d come along to the party, and the three of them walked to the car that was parked out front, as Billie slipped behind the wheel. “Where to first?” There was little conversation during the drive to Demi’s friend’s place, and things only loosened up between the two of them after they’d dropped off the girl. “You gonna be at Jason’s place next week? He got a thing goin’ on too.” Billie’s gaze flicked briefly between the windshield and Demi in the passenger seat, before she shrugged and kept her eyes on the road. “If not, you should come. Could be fun.” She pulled up to Demi’s apartment not much later, offering a brief goodbye and waiting for the brunette to go in before she pulled away from the curb and drove home.