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HOT GIRL SUMMER

SUMMER EVENTUALLY ROLLED AROUND, AND BILLIE WAS ABOUT TO SEE HER MOTHER FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MONTHS.

Katherine Burbank's flight into Florence was bound to arrive that evening, once the sun had set and once Billie could scrounge up a pair of innocently dark contact lenses to cover up their true colour.

She was stood at the correct terminal with a shakily written sign that she was waving around rather obnoxiously, earning an amused sigh from the man standing next to her. "I really don't understand why she didn't accept my offer to fly her here privately," Aro muttered, looking around the terminal at the vast array of humans coming in and out.

The sight was literally comical, and Billie never ever thought she'd see Aro wearing civilian clothes; but there he was in a black sweatshirt, dark contact lenses in to sell the whole 'I'm human' shtick, and boy was she absolutely loving it.

"Mama loves flying commercial," Billie dismissed. "Says it's better for the environment, anyways."

"Okay, but to even deny first class? Really?" he questioned, unaware of why the woman he was about to meet was so against the luxuries that he was offering.

Billie rolled her eyes. "She's a humble woman."

"You're damn right I am!"

Billie's eyes immediately connected with the steadily advancing body that belonged to her mother, the woman's incredibly large suitcase trudging along behind her as she approached the pair with an equally as large smile.

The blonde girl tossed the sign in Aro's general direction, the board smacking him dead in the nose, and ran up to her mother. The two blondes literally crashed into one another, Katherine's suitcase long abandoned to wrap her arms around her daughter.

Katherine took the girl's face in her palms, giving her a once over. "You haven't changed a bit— good."

Billie snickered, lowering her voice for a beat. "Yeah, pretty sure that's what vampirism is all about."

That earned her a slap to the shoulder from her mother, but the teasing smirk on her face went to show that she really wasn't phased. It was great that Katherine Burbank had come to terms with the supernatural, putting all of her worries aside to just focus on the happiness of her daughter. As long as Billie was happy and healthy (though, it helped that she couldn't really be unhealthy now), she didn't care.

A throat cleared from behind Billie, and her smile seemed to widen. She stepped out of her mother's embrace, pointing to the man who'd come to stand beside her once more. "This is Aro," she said.

Aro, in all of his nauseating politeness, stuck his hand out to shake Katherine's. "It's an absolute pleasure to meet you, Katherine."

There was a beat of scrutinizing silence from the woman's end, her eyes narrowing to give him the once over. She smacked his hand away and instead, caught him off guard by hugging him. "We don't shake hands in this family, it's all about the hugs."

From over her mother's shoulder, Billie hid her laugh behind her closed fist when she saw a brief flash of nervousness cross his face. He ended up reciprocating, though it was a little tense.

Once Katherine deemed it was a long enough hug, she stepped away and retrieved her suitcase.

"I hope y'all have some actual food around here, because that airplane meal sucked."

Aro gave Billie a knowing look, one that said 'maybe if she went first class it wouldn't have sucked,' and the girl really didn't have the energy to fight him on that.

"Let's go get you some pasta, yeah?"

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They'd checked Katherine into her gorgeous looking villa, gave her some food, and promised to be back in the morning. The gloomy, overcast weather of the next day would be just what Billie needed to take her mother on a tour of her favourite sights in Tuscany.

So that was what they did; the Burbank women travelled the region, Katherine trying all the foods she could get her hands on while Billie was on photography duty. Apparently, she was meant to collect a ton of photos from her travels to send to a certain police chief that she cozied up to in her daughter's absence back home.

"I freakin' knew you had a crush on him!" Billie exclaimed, nearly jumping up from her seat inside the little cafe they stopped for gelato at.

Aro was there, because he insisted on the matter, and Billie really wouldn't have had it any other way. He chimed in when necessary, but mostly was a diligent spectator and observed the way the two blondes communicated in subtle synchronicity. He knew they were always close, but seeing it with his own eyes was truly something else.

It was a full day of action-packed fun, and a lot of walking, as Katherine bitterly noted. Aro got them little Vespa bikes as a result, because of course he had, and all but made Billie share one with him. It was the funniest thing she'd ever taken part in, and knew that Aro secretly was having just as fun of a time, too.

Aro and Katherine got along well— and Billie would've said they got along a little too well. Aro was milking every baby Billie story out of the older woman, asking for photographs and copies of said photographs for himself. The blonde was just happy that Katherine liked the man who was her daughter's literal soulmate. So, she didn't complain too much.

They eventually parted ways when her mother got tired and the sun began to dip below the horizon, and the pair of vampires promised to collect her the next morning. After all, she would be here for another three weeks before heading back to Washington; they had time.

Billie, however, noticed the slight frown on his face the minute they got back into his study. "What's got you all upset?" she absentmindedly asked, peeling the contact lenses from her eyes and blinking the slight irritation away.

He did the same, shedding the simple black knit sweater he wore that day. "I'm not used to sharing you for an entire day," he grumbled out, like he'd been annoyed that they hadn't had a moment to themselves.

What a big baby, Billie thought with a laugh that she tried covering up with a feigned cough. "Well, you have me now."

"I do," he said, and he then slowly approached her from where she stood against his desk, "but the question remains: what am I to do with you now that I have you?"

Billie's stomach tumbled. "I could think of a couple ways if you can't?" she responded, tone light incase she was misinterpreting what he was insinuating.

The smirk on his face and the subtle tilt of his head while he looked at her proved otherwise. "You can have whatever you want."

It was like he was reading her mind; and that was permission enough.

"I want you," she murmured.

But Aro didn't seem surprised by that— like he knew the obvious. The sultry smile on his face was enough to send heat racing from her heart to something else entirely.

He was in front of her in an instant, hands to her waist and in the most practiced motion, lifted her onto the desk.

"You want me," he repeated back. Aro wasn't questioning her motives, not by any means. He was definitely aware of just how Billie thought of him because it was the same way he thought of her, if not even more. He toyed with the hem of her dress, and Billie's eyes widened slightly when it finally registered that his shirt was already off. "How?"

He was going to make her say it, and she realized that with a subtle squirm in place as his hands began dragging the bottom half of the dress upward.

In an act of sheer bravery, she reached out and guided one of his pale hands to hover just above the spot between her legs. "Touch me here."

His hand did hover, but he was looking at her with a raised eyebrow. "Use your manners, piccola."

She nearly growled at him. "Please?" she asked with an extra emphasis.

Aro hummed, satisfied, his hand lowering to lightly rub his palm over her core through the fabric of her delicate underwear that was revealed once he pushed the dress up. He inhaled through his nose at the ones she'd been wearing, the ones with the cute little bow in the middle. One finger began to slide underneath the fabric before another pushed it to the side.

He said something in Italian under his breath, so lowly that not even Billie could decipher what syllables he just grit out. He played with her at first, exploring like he'd just seen her for the very first time. Then, he wasn't, because they both knew it definitely hadn't been the very first time.

He circled clit in little swirls that drew up the gentle fire that sat low in her stomach. One finger easily slid inside, and Aro began to pump casually, lightly curling the very tip to draw against that sweet spot within her. His thumb took up residence against your clit, moving in time with his thrumming finger.

Billie felt like she was on fire.

"Is this what you wanted, amore?" he murmured, coaxing an answer from her while his fingers continued what they'd been doing. 

"Uh-huh," you manage to nod, the sounds barely stuttering out of her. The orgasm was sharp and quick, giving her the release she needed that seemed to crank the heat within her to a higher level.

Aro slowly continued to pump his fingers, almost aimlessly as his eyes became transfixed on her once more. "More?"

She shook your head, mind still reeking. "What if I wanted something else?"

"Like what?" he asked, automatically.

Leaning forward a bit, she tugged at the belt loop at his pants, trying to get away without explicitly saying what she wanted. Thankfully he got the hint on his own, and there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. He began unbuttoning his pants at a painfully slow pace, all while migrating toward his desk chair. He pulled both his pants and undergarments down in one fell swoop just before he sat down, pants falling to his ankles as he reclined with a somewhat cocky uptick of his lip.

Billie's mouth was slightly agape as she watched him gesture to his own cock. "Well come on, then."

The blonde was thankful that her skirt was already short enough, and didn't even bother shedding it from herself when she sped in front of him. His legs were parted, and she had to stop herself from literally salivating when he helped her discard her own underwear.

Like a gentleman, he helped her climb on top of him, her core hovering just above his stiff cock. With one hand around his cock to guide, she flexed her hips downward, slowly sinking onto him. The head of his cock sat deep, and her fingers dug into his chiseled chest as she got situated.

Aro's eyelids and brow were soft as they gazed upon Billie, like he was observing a piece of art in the candlelight of the office. That made a whimper bubble its way out of her lips, shifting her hips up before going right back down, the angle hitting that sweet spot.

"Good girl," he breathed out with a smile, watching. She repeated the movement and Aro failed to stifle his heady groan. "You're always so good for me, sweetheart, did you know that?"

His praise and the English pet name she'd never heard him use before warmed her skin, going straight to her brain. Sliding her hands upward, she held onto his shoulders, using them as leverage to rock and bounce back onto him. Aro's breathing lengthened, nostrils flaring as he tried to retain control of himself— tried regaining any semblance of composure.

His grip on her thigh changed, suddenly. Moving closer toward her pelvis, Aro found her clit with his thumb once again, stroking it in a aay that made the muscles in her legs start to quiver.

He sent her over the edge in mere moments, after that. "Aro," she whined, his name dripping from her lips to stain the thick air around them.

"That's it, amore," he moaned, his other hand sliding up to grab the back of her neck, keeping the blonde anchored against him.

"Please, please, please." She didn't know what she was babbling for, but Billie knew she needed to feel him everywhere, to remember the feeling of him inside of her for days after.

The man answered by meeting each roll of her hips with an upward thrust. The pair of soulmates came together repeatedly until his own thighs tense beneath.

He held her flush against him as his release hit him with a primal groan. No words were spoken, just sounds that spoke to pure contentment and everlasting bliss.

Billie, equally as satisfied, hummed to herself as she leaned across his chest, his softening cock still wholly within her.

Yeah, it was definitely a hot girl summer.

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[ wyn's final note ]

and there it is: FROM EDEN.

we are officially complete!!

thanks for coming on this journey with me — hope you guys had as much fun as i did!! my smut capabilities are actual ass so pls don't murder me for it LOL but nonetheless yall deserved a lil smth :)

i've got some other fics in the works on my page that will have equally as steady updates as FE did; i always love y'all's support <3

all my love ALWAYS!!!!! xx