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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
much too much.
season two, episode ten.

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Alex liked the way Billie touched him.

Not only in a sexual way, which was something he had just recently come to find out that he really liked, but also in a non-sexual way. He absolutely adored the way Billie touched him in a non-sexual way.

Her hands were delicate, like a feather. She could've gripped him hard, she could've tried to hurt him even, and he wouldn't have minded, because it was her the one doing. If she wanted to hurt him, he'd let her.

Billie's touch wasn't like others. It wasn't like the touch of the nurse in floor three that he'd screwed a couple times before. It wasn't like the touch of that young girl he'd slept with during med school, or that nurse he'd lost his virginity to when he was just fifteen. It wasn't anything like any other touch he'd ever felt. It was different, somehow.

He didn't understand it at first, of course he didn't. After the so many people he'd touched, and after the so many people that had touched him, finding comfort in physical contact was weird for Alex. He was just so used to it, it was such a big part of her life, so he didn't understand why it had suddenly become something so precious, so needed. When he met Billie, the first time Billie touched him, he thought to himself that he never wanted her to stop. If it had been up to him, she wouldn't have had.

So when Billie showed up on his door that night, Alex kissed her like it was the last thing he'd ever do. Like he needed it.

He kissed her like he'd never kissed someone before, and he didn't stop until they were together in his bed. And he found that he quite liked her in his bed.

There they were the following morning, naked, tangled together under the covers.

Alex liked the way Billie touched him as, curled up and laying on top of his chest, she used her nimble fingers to trace lazy patterns gracefully over his skin. He felt it everywhere.

He breathed in her scent; it was something like cherry. He didn't know if it was her hair or just the natural scent of her skin, which glimmered under the dim light of the lamp with the after-sex glow, but regardless of where it came from, he loved it, and he loved that it was now permanently embedded on his sheets.

"Tell me something about you," she said suddenly.

Alex chuckled. "What about me?"

"I don't know, something," Billie insisted, keeping her fingers over his naked chest and repeating the same lazy, meaningless patterns over and over again. "Like... what's your favorite color?"

"Blue. But not light blue; navy blue. Yours?"

"Maybe black. Or white," she replied. He laughed again.

"Little contradictory, don't you think?"

They laughed together for a second before Billie continued asking the makeshift questions, fingers on his stomach never stopping their waltz.

"Preferred specialty?"

"Cardio," Alex said. "You?"

"Neuro."

The man looked her up and down from his stance on the bed, tracing his eyes down her naked body under the bedding and then looking back at her face. "You look like Neuro to me."

"I do?"

"Yeah." He laughed.

Billie smiled. "Left or right-handed?"

"Right, you?"

"Ambidextrous," Billie replied.

"For real?"

"Yeah." She was the one laughing then. "I used to be left-handed, but since everybody else in my family wasn't, I just taught myself how to write with my right hand. I guess it comes in handy as a surgeon."

"Just when I thought you couldn't get any hotter." He kissed the top of her head, stating the words more to himself rather than to her, but letting Billie hear regardless.

She chuckled, thanking God he wasn't currently looking at her due to the fact that all of the blood was rushing straight to her cheeks. They stayed quiet for a few seconds before Billie asked another question, this time, a shy to her voice.

"Do you believe in love?"

Alex let out a laugh. "What kind of corny-ass question is that, Billie?"

"I don't know, just answer." She chuckled as well.

"I have no idea. Aren't there like different types of love? Like, you know, fraternal, paternal, romantic, blah, blah, blah."

"Eros, Philia, Ludus, Agape, Pragma, Philautia, Storge and Mania."

Alex listened and replayed her words on his head to try and make out a meaning, but he still didn't understand.

"Huh?"

"According to ancient Greeks, there are eight types of love. Eros, Philia, Ludus, Agape, Pragma, Philautia, Storge and Mania. All of them mean different things and they can be present together or apart," Billie explained. "I like Storge."

"What's that?"

"Family love."

"Oh." Alex looked at her. "I like it, too."

Billie lifted herself from his chest, hand becoming obsolete over his skin. Alex felt empty for a second, but watched her as she pushed herself upwards to look him in the eye. A few stray, messy hairs fell from her head and framed her face, making her skin look even lighter, therefore, her freckles, darker. Her lips were a deep shade of red, like cherry. They sure did taste like that, too.

"I've never thought if I believe in love. The question sounds so stupid," Billie thought to herself. "Do you believe in love, who the fuck asks that? It's corny."

"Yeah, it is." Alex laughed, looking at her.

"But it's still weird, right? How can you not believe in love? I mean, why do people get married? Why do they have kids? Your mother, you surely love your mother. I mean, there's a good chance. Maybe not, but you get me," she ranted absentmindedly. "I mean, I understand if you don't know what it feels like, or if you feel like you aren't capable of feeling it or you won't ever feel it or whatever. But it's right in front of you. How can you not believe in it? What does it mean, not believing in love? What, like, your parents were lying to you when they told you they loved you?"

Alex listened to her. He liked her when she ranted like that.

"Love is an empty word, but I just... I just, I don't know. It's beyond my understanding." Billie chuckled. "But let's get back to the questions."

Alex laughed in whiplash, but didn't make it physically noticeable that her words had had a much bigger impact on him that he had expected. He had never thought deeper into an emotion such; rather, he'd just looked at it like it was something he'd never feel. Like something he didn't believe in. But Billie's words were making him rethink things.

"What's your favorite place?" she now asked, craning her neck in order to look into his eyes.

"I don't have a favorite place. Anywhere with a bed, really."

Billie squinted her eyes. "What for?"

"Sleeping, obviously." Alex snorted.

"Sure," she teased, rolling her eyes as she held back a grin. "But really, what is it? There must be somewhere you love spending your time in. Somewhere only yours."

Alex looked into her eyes, feeling her hot breath against his own lips due to the proximity of their faces. Laying in bed, tangled up with one another, he wanted to say something he didn't, so instead, he leant in, pecked her lips briefly and then pulled away.

"Seattle," he said. "I know it's really broad and I know it's not only mine, but... it's the first time I've ever felt at home somewhere."

Billie smiled just as her phone began vibrating. She groaned under her breath and rolled over in bed, feeling the familiar warmth of Alex's body dissipating at the lack of contact. The girl stretched her arm over her head, grabbed the device and answered the call, wondering who it could be at four thirty in the morning.

"Yes?" she grumbled.

"Why are you up?" Meredith's voice came from the other side of the line, to which Billie frowned.

"Why are you up?" she fired back.

"I'll tell you, let me just call Cristina too," the blonde replied; Billie heard the sound of dialing numbers, followed by constant beeps that signaled the third part of the trio was joining the call.

In the meantime, Alex spoke. "Who's that?"

"Uh, It's, uh... Meredith. I'm gonna go to..." Billie waved her hand awkwardly, covering the speaker not to be heard at the same time that she gestured with her finger towards the living room.

"Oh, yeah, sure." Alex nodded his head, plopping back down on the bed.

Billie smiled at him, leaning in to peck his lips briefly before she grabbed the bed runner, wrapped it around her naked body and sprinted out of the room. She heard Alex's playful whistle once he saw her body, so she turned around and rolled her eyes with a smile. She didn't speak again through the phone until she was out of his hearing line.

"Who was that?" A second voice, one which Billie recognized as Cristina, spoke through the line.

"I'll- I'll tell you later," she stuttered out. "Now, will you tell me why you two are up this early?"

"There's a boy in my bed," Meredith whispered.

"What's his name?" Cristina asked.

"Do you even know his name?" Billie interfered.

"Um, Steve?" the blonde replied, still in a whisper for what the brunette assumed the man in her bed was asleep.

"Where'd you find him?" she asked.

"Joe's."

"Hm. Guess where I am?" Cristina said through a mouthful of something as Billie fiddled with a loose thread on the bed runner. "Burke's apartment. He went to the hospital; he left me here alone."

The two remaining girls kept quiet for a second, moment which the brunette used to make sure Alex wasn't secretly eavesdropping, before Meredith spoke.

"You're going through his stuff, aren't you?"

"Oh, there's no stuff to go through. It's a freak show. I mean, you could do surgery in here- oh," Cristina came to a halt, seeming to have noticed someone. "He arranged his books using the Dewey decimal system. Mer, Bil, I'm scared."

"Get out. Get out of the house right now," Billie said, deadpan, hearing the static on the other side of the line.

"Where are you anyway, Bil?" Meredith asked.

"I'm, uh..." The girl's eyes wandered towards the door to Alex' bedroom for a second, and she universally decided to keep it a secret for now. "Just some random guy's house."

"Oh, so we all got some on the same night? Nice," Cristina chanted, sounding satisfied.

"I- I gotta go." Billie swallowed awkwardly, ending the call off before anyone could say anything.

She sighed. What had she gotten herself into?

☆

"You're leaving so early?" Alex asked from his place on the bed, watching as Billie shuffled around in her underwear in order to get changed.

"Yep. And you should too, because we're already late for rounds." She pressed her lips together, raising a warning eyebrow as she slipped into the white t-shirt she thought was hers.

Alex tossed his head back and groaned, rubbing his face with his hands before standing up. He slipped into his boxer briefs and walked up to Billie from behind, wrapping his arms around her semi-naked body and swaying their bodies together as he kissed the spot where her neck met her shoulder.

Billie smiled fondly at the warmth of his body and placed her hands over his around her stomach. "I have to go."

"You're really amazing in bed, you know that?" he whispered into her skin, eyes feathered closed in pleasant enjoyment.

"Yeah, I do." Billie chuckled, rocking her body side to side in sync with his and tilting her head to give his lips more access to her cleavage.

"Is this gonna happen again?" Alex whispered.

"If you ask nicely, then maybe," she teased back just as softly, earning a playful bite from him.

"Oh, you're such a little..." He laughed, jumping onto the bed with Billie in his arms and causing her to squeal out a laugh.

Suddenly, she didn't care if she was late for rounds anymore.

☆

After a brief pillow fight with Alex, Billie fully changed into her clothes and left his apartment in a rush, not because she was ashamed of anything, but because she was actually late for rounds. She didn't see the man she was starting to fall for in the hospital, but she was hoping they'd get some more minutes alone that day.

You know, for recreational purposes.

Now, she was in the locker room, ready to start her shift.

"Cute. Is that shirt new?" Meredith squinted her eyes, looking down at the white t-shirt that Billie wore that morning.

The woman in question frowned, tossing her bag into her locker in order to change into her scrubs. "Huh?"

"That shirt. Is it new? I've never seen it before." The blonde used her finger to gesture towards Billie's outfit at the same time that she tied the laces of her shoes.

For a second, she glanced down at her attire, still confused, and when she noticed the shirt she was wearing wasn't hers, but Alex's, her eyes widened tenfold. She must've gotten them mixed up that morning when she rushed out of his house.

I've never seen it either, she thought, not on me, at least.

"Uh... yeah, it's- yeah. Not new, quite- quite old actually. I mean, I got it from, uh-" Billie stuttered out in nerves. "Someplace. I- I gotta go."

Meredith watched in utter puzzlement as the brunette rushed out of the locker room, then shared looks with Cristina, who had been glancing over at the interaction curiously.

☆

"They always look so sad when I kick them out." Meredith explained, referencing all the men she had been sleeping with and the finalizing moment where she had to kick them out of the house. The blonde, Billie and Cristina, sitting on a bench in front of the hospital, laughed in sync. "Seriously, why do guys not understand that when you pick them up in a bar and take them home for sex, there are no picket fences or kids in your future?"

"Well, you picked Derek up in a bar and now there most likely will be picket fences and kids in your futures, so," Billie's voice trailed off as she took her coffee to her lips, wiggling her eyebrows over the rim.

Cristina cleared her throat, searching her pocket for something until she took out a key. The two remaining girls' eyes widened collectively.

"Burke keyed you?" They asked in unison.

"Got freaking keyed before coffee." Cristina sighed, tucking the small object back into her pocket.

"Oh, what is wrong with them?" Meredith laughed in reference to men.

"They're like these 1950's debutantes; one dance and there's a shotgun to your head!"

Billie shrugged her shoulders, apparently in a weirdly good mood that both her persons found extremely weird, "Sucks for you two. I got some really hot sex last night."

Cristina and Meredith turned towards her with wide eyes, words spoken by the latter, "You did?"

"Oh, yes, I did," She replied satisfied.

"With who?" Cristina frowned, squinting her eyes as if trying to find any evidence hidden on her face. For a second, Billie internally freaked out about any visible hickeys.

"I'm― I don't remember. I didn't ask for his name," Billie shrunk in her seat, hiding her face behind her coffee despite her persons' suspicious looks.

As they attempted to keep the conversation going, an unknown man with his sweater over his crotch approached them.

"Meredith." He called out, watching as the blonde's eyes widened vividly. "You work here?"

"What are you doing here, Steve?" Meredith laughed awkwardly.

"Steve? As in, the Steve?" Billie turned towards her friend confused, remembering their phone call that morning where Meredith mentioned her one-night stand to be named Steve.

"I'm having a little problem." He said. "Actually, I'm having a big problem."

Steve proceeded to remove his sweater from his crotch, revealing his very big problem, which just so happened to be an erection.

"Woah, okay," Billie's eyes widened at the sight and she looked away, pretending not to see what was clearly in front of her and then whisper-yelling her following words. "Oh, my God, it's staring at me!"

"Steve, hi! Cristina." The mentioned introduced herself with evident duplicity to her words.

"Ever since you and I... it won't go away." Steve explained as Meredith finally realized what was going on and made sure to double-check in case she was hallucinating.

"Cristina!" The blonde swatted her friend in the arm once she noticed her staring.

"What? It's right there looking at me!" The woman in question defended, shedding a laugh. "Oh, there are so many things I could say right now."

Billie patted a very shocked-looking Meredith on the shoulder, then sipped from her coffee, "Nicely done, Mer. Nicely done."

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"Do you think it's serious?" Steve asked as the three women sneaked him into the hospital, his sweater still on his crotch to cover up his problem. "It hurts like it's serious."

"You realize this is completely insane?" Cristina said nonchalantly, sipping from her coffee with tire.

"Well, we have to stash him somewhere until we figure out what's wrong with him. I can't have the whole hospital finding out." Meredith whisper-yelled.

"Wow, hey, I'm not going down for this." Billie interfered.

"Yeah, me neither." Cristina complained. "It's not our fault that you broke this guy's penis."

When a fourth character appeared, they all jumped.

"Broke his what?" Bailey said angrily, and when she saw all of them trying to flee the scene, she stopped them with an evident reference to her newly-found pregnancy. "Come― hey, hey, hey! Don't make me chase you down, I'm growing a person here!"

"I gotta check on some labs," Cristina said amusedly, walking away.

Bailey stared at her in awe as she disappeared in a turn down the hallway, then proceeded to look at the three remaining people. Billie laughed.

"Oh, I'm so staying here."

☆

Billie hated so much the fact she had chosen to stay there.

Steve had been assigned to an enema, which involved a doctor's hands in his rectum, and Billie didn't think she'd be the one assigned to it... until she was. She couldn't have glared at Bailey any harder, but apparently, this was her punishment for having wanted to stay.

Now, the intern was about to perform the so dreaded task.

Already gloved and with the gel on her fingers, Billie heard Steve speak, "I cannot believe this is happening."

"Try being me." She scoffed, bracing herself.

"I mean, you meet someone in a bar, you have a few drinks, a few laughs, you make out in the car..." He began.

"Roll over to your side." Billie demanded, watching as he rolled over to the incorrect position. "Other side."

"You have a good time!" Steve kept rambling.

"Bring your knees up to your chest." The girl deadpanned.

"Spend the night, wake up the next morning, and―" Before he could say anything else, Billie inserted her fingers into his rectum just to get him to shut up. "―OKAY!"

"Sorry." She said, no truth to her words.

☆

That morning, Billie sighted Alex charting in a nurses station and immediately felt her hear skipping a beat. The memories of last night were still fresh in her mind and she had been thinking about it all day, unable to get him off her head. Somehow, becoming physical had brought them even closer.

Billie approached him, placing an arm on the counter and looking up at him with a smile on her face, "Hi."

As soon as he saw her, his face lightened up as well and he immediately gave up the charting, handing the clipboard to the nurse on the station and turning his body fully towards her in a sign of mutual attraction.

"Hi there." He smiled cheekily. "I've been looking for you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I've been looking for you too." She bit her lip in anticipation, adjusting the collar of Alex's lab coat as a subtle way to somehow touch him without making it obvious that she was dying to go even further. "You have anything to do right now?"

He looked around him to make sure no one was looking, then leant into her just a little. Billie felt her heart racing at the proximity.

"No, you?" He said.

"I'm free." She shrugged her shoulders suggestively.

"What do you say you meet me in the on-call room in..." Alex began, checking his watch briefly and then looking up at her. "...five minutes?"

Billie's smirk grew wide, "Sounds like a plan."

Alex looked her up and down hungrily, then spoke loudly for whoever was listening around them, "See you later, Doctor Black."

"See you later, Doctor Karev."

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Later that day, Billie stood out on the doorsill of the on-call room as she adjusted her scrub top and lab coat, then taking her hands to her hair and making sure she didn't look like she had just gotten railed. Behind her, she felt another rushed presence and grinned, knowing who it was.

Alex straightened his lab coat and ghosted a hand over Billie's waist in a way that wasn't noticeable, but as soon as she felt it, the girl tensed up in the best way possible and her smile grew wide. Alex then proceeded to walk down the hallway with a lingering smirk on his face. The girl watched him go, heaving chest and rallying heart taking over her senses.

☆

Billie arrived at Steve's room for Bailey's follow-up almost half a minute late, but as soon as she saw her, the resident glared at her.

"You're late." She said.

"I'm sorry, Doctor Bailey, it won't happen again," Billie panted out, but wasn't at all upset, knowing the reason why she had been late was completely worthy of a few mishaps.

Bailey rolled her eyes and then walked up to Steve, where Meredith already stood beside him. The resident lifted up the blanket in order to check on the patient's problem just as Cristina walked into the room.

"Enema didn't work." Bailey stated.

"Enema didn't work?" Meredith repeated disbelievingly, eyes then landing on Billie. "Enema didn't work."

"Yeah, I can tell," Billie swallowed awkwardly with her eyes fixed on Steve's penis before Bailey let the blanket drop over him. The intern cleared her throat. "Don't blame me though, I did it perfectly."

"So, what's the next step?"

"Needle aspiration." Billie was quick to respond, causing Steve's eyes to widen tenfold.

"A needle? My penis?" He asked incredulously.

"We have to drain the blood," Meredith explained, removing her lab coat and placing it on the chair continuous.

Once Steve saw the needle on the instrument tray Bailey was holding, his eyes broadened even more, "No way, no! Forget it!"

"Then you're looking at impotence, penile infarction or gangrene, so if you want it to fall off..." Billie's voice trailed off near the end.

"No, no, I really don't want that."

"Then let's get to it. What goes up must come down." Bailey smiled innocently at Steve, still evidently pissed at her interns for putting her through this.

"I feel nauseous." Steve looked up at the ceiling in shock.

"Just lie back, close your eyes and try to relax," Meredith said as she slipped her hands into the latex gloves.

"If he could relax, he wouldn't be here," Billie pressed her lips together, gloving on as well.

Bailey left the room as Cristina proceeded to insert the needle, placing the syringe on the end to start draining the blood. On the other side of the bed, Billie was completing Steve's chart as Meredith helped with the procedure.

"What if I just gave him back the key?" Cristina wondered out loud to her persons, referencing the fact that Burke had keyed her.

"He'll be hurt." Meredith said.

"What if I don't use it?"

"Well, if you had no intention of using it, you shouldn't have taken it in the first place," Billie laughed.

"Oh, c'mon, fishing a key out of a coffee cup isn't like some... binding legal contract."

They stayed quiet at Cristina's statement until Steve, who had been obviously not intentionally listening to the conversation, spoke.

"Your boyfriend gave you a key to his place?"

Cristina paused, "Why's he talking?"

"I'm just saying, the guy put himself out there. He's taking the next step, you can't not use it." He explained hoarsely.

"Do you think you might not be in the best position right now to be handing out relationship advice?" Cristina and Billie shared looks, though the latter one found the situation quite amusing while the former was just annoyed.

"Hey, he offered the key. You took the key. Just because I'm―" Steve began, but as he saw the way his penis began to deflate, he paused. "Look at that."

"Congratulations," Billie sighed. "You're flaccid."

"I never thought I'd be so happy to hear that."

☆

Once again, Bailey lifted up the sheets as Billie and Cristina stood behind her. They had hoped for the needle aspiration procedure to drain the blood for good, but the problem seemed to be back... and as big as ever.

"Oh, my lord." The resident frowned. "Ooh, child."

"Don't tell me." Meredith said painfully as she walked into the room.

"The flag is flying once again," Billie said, starting to get bored of Steve's erectile problem.

"Hey, nothing I did," He said with one of his hands behind his head, seeming like he was getting bored too.

"Well, we tried everything, so it must be neural." Bailey said, causing Meredith's eyes to widen noticeably.

"Neural?"

"She already called for a consult," Cristina said with evident tension to her words, adding emphasis to the last word in order to remind Meredith that Derek was the only attending in Neuro to call a consult for.

The blonde's eyes switched from Billie to Cristina briefly before she realized, so she turned to Bailey.

"A consult? You called Neuro for a consult?" She said.

"Hey! It's not my fault you broke the boy's penis," Bailey raised her voice a little, not wanting to interfere in whatever problems Meredith was having with Derek.

Just then, as if things couldn't get any possibly worse, the man in question walked into the room with a happy smile on his face, standing by the bed, "Hey, everybody. What's up?"

☆

"So when did this problem begin?" Derek asked Steve, already aware of his little problem, as Meredith, Billie and Cristina stood on the opposite side of the bed.

"Well, I― I had an erection last night and woke up with one this morning," Steve explained, causing Meredith to wince quietly knowing there was no possible way Derek didn't find out.

"Uh, Doctor Shepherd, if you don't need me, the other Doctor Shepherd needs a consult on one of the quints." Bailey said, referring to Addison's case on a woman who was having quintuplets.

"Yeah, no, we're fine," Derek said distractedly, then turning towards Steve. "So when did you last ejaculate?"

"I'm not sure," Steve shook his head, turning towards the three girls. "Meredith?"

Once again, the woman in question winced at the same time that the two remaining girls looked at her in complete amusement of the situation, and Derek's head shot up, evidently in confusion.

"Oh, I'm― I'm gonna go with Doctor Bailey," Cristina lied, proceeding to leave the room as she snickered under her breath.

"Meredith, what time did we, uh..." Steve leant into the blonde to whisper. "...you know."

"Yes, Meredith, what time did you two..." Derek squinted her eyes at her.

"Oh, would you look at that?" Billie widened her eyes melodramatically. "I think... I hear someone calling me? Can't you hear it too? Doctor Black, Doctor Black..."

She cupped her hand over her ear as she slowly backed away towards the door, and once she was close enough, she ran out of the room as fast as she could.

☆

Later that night, Billie found a very pissed-off-looking Alex in an empty on-call room, bouncing a ball against the wall repeatedly. His leg twitched nervously, but he soon turned his head to meet Billie and he relaxed.

"What's wrong?" She asked empathetically.

"Remember how I told you you were born to be a surgeon and you said I was too, that I just had to realize?" Alex said through gritted teeth. "Well, I'm not so sure about that."

The girl stood by the sill for a second before stepping in and closing the door behind her. Alex didn't turn to look at her again, simply bouncing the ball unceasingly while Billie sat next to him on the bed. She stared at him for a second.

"Alex," Billie called out, staring at his side profile which displayed noticeably the clench to his jaw. "What happened?"

"I'm a crappy doctor, that's what happened," He laughed humorlessly, referencing the fact that he had messed up a pharmaceutical order on a patient earlier that day and it had nearly costed him the man's life.

Annoyed at the sound of the ball thumping against the wall, but overall just trying to get him to stop feeling anxious, the tenth time that Alex launched the ball towards the wall, Billie grabbed it mid-air before he could.

"Look at me," She placed her hand on his chin, turning his head so that he'd look at her and placing the ball on the bed next to her. "You're okay, you hear me? I've made my own share of mistakes, Meredith has too, Cristina, Izzie, George... we all have. You've just been feeling insecure ever since you froze in that elevator."

Alex scoffed, pushing his head away from Billie's hand.

"I'm serious," She insisted. "There's no good walk without a stumble, Alex. And this is just a stumble in your career, you'll get over it. I know you will."

Alex turned to her once more, pausing briefly before he laced his lips with her own. The kiss was steady for a second, no motion to sway to and no beat to tap to, but they enjoyed it regardless, as if the simple touch of each other was enough comfort as it was.

He pulled away, "Where are we?"

"What do you mean?" Billie frowned, feeling the proximity of his body make her heart start racing.

"Us. Where are we?"

The girl looked at him incredulous, "Oh, c'mon, Lex, you don't wanna be that guy."

"What guy?"

"That guy! The guy who wants a definition. Seriously, do you need one?" Billie said softly, but becoming evidently flustered over the thought of putting a tag in their relationship. "We're just... we're us. Why do you need to label it?"

Alex stared into her eyes briefly before he looked down at her lips. The simple action made Billie brim with the feeling of a thousand butterflies and she couldn't resist him, so she glanced at his lips as well before sighing.

"Maybe you can take me out for dinner and I might rethink that." She said, unbelieving to the fact that she had actually caved, and that she had caved so damn quickly.

However, she immediately felt good about her decision once Alex's face lightened completely. A sweet smile took over his features and made crinkles appear at the corners of his eyes, and the grin was so contagious that Billie couldn't help but mimic and then fall in to peck his lips.

When she pulled away, Alex spoke, "Billie Black, do you wanna go out to dinner with me?"

"Hm..." She bit her lip, squinting her eyes to signal she was fake-thinking. "I'll think about it."

Alex laughed, making her laugh as well.

"Tomorrow night?" He asked.

Billie stared longingly into his eyes, "Tomorrow night sounds perfect."