✶ on one of those uncommon, fortunately quiet days, you use your free time with billie to take a little break; coloring in her tattoos as she games.
⭑ just a short fluffy blurb :)
⭑ A/N: should I start doing word counts???
Sunlight crosses Billie's face and body in slits, her skin glowing beneath it. Your hair weaves between her fingers, slightly mussed with the way she's been running them through it.
On your stomach, you lay, humming softly to the song cued on the record player in the corner of the room. The Queen Is Dead spins easy on the player, filling the room with something deeper than just music. Comfort, maybe.
You're between Billie's thighs, elbows propped up from the plushness of the sofa. A Nintendo Switch sits in her grasp, a hobby she hasn't really had the spare time for with the weight of tour and press. Her fingers flick over the buttons and joy-stick, grumbles of frustration leaving her lips occasionally.
A marker is in your hold, cap tossed somewhere you don't care enough to check. The blue shade runs surprisingly smoothly between the lines of her tattoo. You had to say the words 'non-toxic' at least three times to convince her to let you color in her tattoos.
The dragon--Haku--is your first target, inked with blues and greens and anything else that fit. Not exactly accurate, but definitely pretty.
"Cute," she murmurs when you pull back a little to admire your handiwork, fingers returning right back to your hair. "Am I your new coloring book?" She teases, icy eyes unfairly gorgeous in the light.
You hum lazily in return, "mhm," reaching over the couch to grab the cap to the marker—launched carelessly onto the floor. Once the pen clicks, you set it aside and roll over between the pale thighs that cradle you. The back of your head rests comfortably on her chest, eyes loosely scanning her gameplay.
Mostly, though, you're just relishing the quiet of the evening—one of those rare, cozy moments when Billie's schedule is clear and the morning decides to run slow and uninterrupted.
