billiejeaned·:
“ SWEET ZOMBIE JESUS ! ” billie exclaimed with a laugh the moment they entered the clinic, visibly shivering and undoubtedly high on adrenaline. “ i’m so sorry, doctor, i’m soaking your floors, ” she said while adding a little southern drawl to her words as she took in her surroundings. “ so first thing’s first — you should know that dying of pneumonia isn’t exactly part of my bucket list, because that’d be like, the eight lamest way to go. ” without any sort of warning, billie immediately went to remove her drenched top, leaving only a thin white camisole that left little to the imagination to cover her. with how quickly billie moved, there wasn’t much time for anyone in that situation with her to process her actions. “ do you mind ? ” she teased as she raised her brows, her thumbs slightly hooked on the belt loops of her shorts.
Chase threw off his jacket on one of the many chairs in the waiting room of the vetinary clinic, only to turn around and find that Billie had removed her shirt. The camisole left very little to the imagination, and he found that his soaked pants grew a little tighter at the sight of her with much less clothing than he had expected. “No mind,” he said, his voice a little huskier than before. Dozer nudged his wet pant leg, and he looked down at him, nodding his head. “You want a treat.” He went to the secretary’s desk and pulled out a treat from a dish that sat on the edge of the counter. He handed it to Dozer, who ate it all in one go. “I can go get us towels, if you’d like. They’re in the back. Though, I’m more than open to options on what else might warm us up.” He licked his lips, his eyes landing on Billie again.















