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Guilty Kiss

This was written by a drabble request from @leannecodes for Billy Russo x reader, with the theme of a guilty kiss (hence the terribly generic titles-- not my strong suit!). The end result is more of a shorter one-shot, just under a thousand words, as tends to happen with me. I hope everyone enjoys, and thanks for reading!

Rating: PG-13. T

Trigger warning: mention of weapons

Word count: 900 (on the nose!)

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The adrenaline rush was finally starting to taper off, and the inevitable fatigue was on the rise. All Billy wanted to do was shower and sleep, but then, there was you. The slightest shadow of a smile tugged at his lips, yet it vanished just as quickly as it had appeared. He was late, by just over 18 hours.. and he'd never called. That’s gonna be the goddamn issue. 

Your apartment was closer to the airport than his penthouse, so it was your address he gave the driver. He'd shower and sleep there, maybe with a little fun sandwiched  between the two. He'd missed the flushed warmth of your skin, the way your lips parted when you moaned as  he took in the sight of you from the space between your thighs as he tasted you. 

Billy didn’t allow himself to think about it much, but you were more than just a guaranteed, occasional fuck. There was something about you that kept him coming back for more, and not always for his own personal gain. Billy cared about your safety, and he’d do whatever he had to to ensure that you’d never be in danger. It would have nothing to do with Rawlins, with Anvil, with anything that Billy would do because he had to. Would that make it better, Russo, or worse? He never had an answer to that question and if things went his way, he’d never need to figure it out.

The ride to your apartment was short, the traffic flowing easily due to the hour. Just fifteen minutes and having paid the driver and giving a generous tip, he hoisted one bag over his shoulder and carried the other in his hand. Standing outside your door, he set his bag down long enough to shoot a quick text: Not in the mood for breaking and entering. And  Billy waited. Sliding his phone into his back pocket, he lifted his bag again and heard the unlocking of the chain lock, then the deadbolt. 

You opened the door to see Billy looking immaculate, his suit not at all rumpled from his flight, not a hair out of place. Keeping your face as expressionless as possible, you looked at him for a long moment. Part of you wanted to hug him for as long as he let you, and the rest of you wanted to slam the door in his face and lock it behind you. You may have been torn in how to react, but you know that your eyes gave you away-- you hated to admit it, but you knew-- and so you relented, but without a word, pulling the door open wide.

Billy walked inside and closed your door behind him. You breezed past him afterward to re-lock both locks and heard rustling behind you, Billy freeing himself of his bags. You took a moment, making an effort to calm yourself down, but now that Billy was here-- finally here-- you were livid.

“What the fuck, Billy?” You turned to him with fire in your eyes. For almost 24 hours, you’d been close to physically ill with worry. “You couldn’t just call? You couldn’t have let me know you’d be late, that you weren’t dead?” You knew better than to ask about any details regarding his work; you didn’t want to know. You knew enough, you knew his hands were dirty, and that was as far as you had the desire to involve yourself with that aspect of his life.

Billy had moved to take off his perfectly-fitted suit jacket, but paused instead, and turned to face you. With a sudden flick of his wrist and a soft click, a blade appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and you gasped in shock. “I'm always prepared, Y/N. You don't need to worry about me.”

Freezing for a moment, the only things moving were your eyes, moving back and forth between the blade and Billy's face before he flicked his wrist one more time to retract the knife. Finally, he removed his suit jacket, disabling the spring blade, and loosened his tie. He expected to turn around to catch an amused, yet impressed smirk gracing your delicious lips. Instead, you shook your head. “Billy.” 

He stood in front of you with just two long strides, not making a sound despite the designer shoes he wore. Lifting your chin upward with his thumb and index finger, he didn't hesitate meeting you halfway for a kiss. A part of him did feel a touch of guilt for having you worry, but that feeling quickly left. He knew he could make you forget about it entirely. He pressed his lips to yours without any pretense and with urgency. Hands reaching up to cup your cheeks, he coaxed your mouth open with his tongue, tangling his with your own as you obliged, and when he pulled back, you were breathless. 

Your chest seized as you attempted to catch your breath. “Russo--”

“Former Lieutenant Russo.” He interrupted you with a smirk. “Scout sniper, Special Forces Marine.” 

You turned away from him then, taking a few steps just to turn and face him. “Lieutenant Russo.” You corrected yourself and reached forward to grab the end of his expensive tie, turning again and leading him down the corridor. “You're not off the hook yet. But it’s your lucky day--  I’m going to let you make it up to me.”

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!!! @beautifuldesastre idk whether to thank you or to ask you why you would lean @leeanncodes so astray 🤣 (kidding, thank you I’m flattered af)

“The fun reblogs.”- I am so glad that you find my rambling and raving to be entertaining. They are truly the rants of a crazed woman who has not brushed her hair in three days. 🤷🏻‍♀️ #curltalk

Um but the thirst traps?! 😳 my official comment is: no comment.

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#1 do not chop off your leg please. #2 why are you so fabulous? #3 me? Obsessed with Steel City? No...... #4 what is your take on S&B overall. Like is it just a self indulgent fanfic for the author or do you think there's going to be more to the story when the show comes out?

1. I do not have a saw, so my leg is safe for the moment. 

2. I’m not I just pretend to be on the internet

3. It’s ok, it’s Billy. The obsession’s understandable. 

4. I was not a fan of the author’s writing style. It’s subpar even for YA fiction, and she had zero character development for anyone throughout the entire first book. When I read the first in the trilogy, I KNEW Ben was going to be in the show, and I still did not give a single shit about anyone I was reading about. 

I get that everyone has to start somewhere, and Leigh’s DEFINITELY improved because I couldn’t put down Ninth House when it came out last year. (It’s her first adult novel) But I can truly say that I have read better written fanfic on here than the entirety of Shadow and Bone. I haven’t read the following two because I *still* don’t care about anyone, and I looked up the ending of the series just to know what the ending was... and it’s predictable. It’s childish. It’s exactly what people do when they give into the whims of their readers to tell a story that will appeal to more people. 

I don’t think she wrote it to be self indulgent, because there are some REALLY good ideas in there that she could have told a great story with if it wasn’t all just mushed together and nothing at all was explained. It was just very disappointing because I honestly feel like I put more time and effort into researching my stupid fanfic stories than she did creating an entirely new world filled with magic and creatures and all that. 

They HAVE to add things to the show, or it’s going to be really flat. The whole book is a 17 year old girl’s inner monologue, so I’m not quite sure how they’ll make that appealing to people outside of high school... but whatever. You can’t change a TON without changing everything that happens in the future - but I’m hoping they never even get the opportunity to reach that point. 

Why? Because I’ve decided I’m going to put my time and effort into singlehandedly spearheading the campaign to get Ben cast in the adaptation of The Fireman and he needs to focus on that instead of a character that claps and makes things dark and grooms teenagers. 

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Thirsty Thursday PSA:

Earlier this week @leeanncodes made a drabble request. It turned into 900 words and it's not the best thing I've ever written, but tomorrow night, you may see a wild Russo fic appear. 🤷🏻‍♀️

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