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You woke up to kissing along your neck and hands gently caressing you.
“Mmm.”
“Mornin’.”
You could feel his hardness. You lifted your left leg.
He slid into you easily. He went slow, the thrusts lazy and unhurried. He held your tits, thumbing the nipples.
You turned your head to kiss him. It was passionate and intense.
He alternated shallow and deep, and you felt every inch.
“Butcher. I feel so full.”
He whispered in your ear, “Billy.”
“Hmm?”
“My name is Billy.”
“Billy,” you said his name like a prayer.
“Say it again.”
He began moving faster.
You chanted his name over and over.
He rubbed your clit timed to your chanting.
You both finished at the same time saying each other’s names.
You went back to sleep with him inside you.
He laid there watching you. He gently moved some stray hairs away from your face. Your soft breathing let him know you were in REM sleep. He found it mesmerizing.
For a brief moment, he imagined how he'd like waking up with you every morning if it meant he'd get that kind of rest.
He shook his head clearing away those impossible fantasies. You obviously just wanted a bloke to to fuck you with no strings. And he was that bloke. At least for one night. It made him frown at that for some reason.
He pulled his now softened cock out of your pussy doing his best to not wake you. You whimpered at the loss, but you still slept.
“This wasn’t supposed ta happen,” he said quietly. “I was gonna fuck ya and leave. But now? Ya got under my skin. Ya asked me ta fuckin’ stay. I haven’t done that since Becca. I shouldn’t have. Because of ya askin’, I don’t want ta say goodbye.”
A few rays of sunlight caught in your hair, making it shine. Butcher stared. You looked ethereal, a goddess to be worshipped.
He brushed his lips over yours. You chased them in your dream state.
“Billy…” you moaned. You reached for him.
He was tempted to let you.
After a few seconds, he made an agonizing decision. He ran a hand over his face. “Fuck. I gotta get outta here.”
He got out of bed and put his clothes back on. He kept his back facing you. He knew if he turned around, he’d crumble.
He chastised himself. This wasn’t him. You were just another bird. He squared his shoulders.
He placed his hand on the doorknob.
He was almost gone.
Then he noticed the whiteboard on the fridge. He scribbled a note.
Y/N,
Last night was fuckin’ incredible. You’re definitely someone I want to get to know better. Give me a call anytime.
Billy
He wrote his number in a huge scrawl.
He read it over and grimaced. What was he, a teenage girl?
He erased it and wrote again. It was less flowery this time.
He heard you moan his name once more.
He sighed, but he left the apartment without looking back.
When you woke up again, your alarm was going off. The song that was playing was Anything by Alison Wonderland.
It summed up your night with Butcher.
The bed was cold and empty. You weren’t really surprised given the circumstances, but at the same time a tiny part wished he would’ve stayed despite them.
You angrily pushed off the covers. “Fuck. Pity party of one, now seating,” you said. “Ugh. It is what it is. Stop being such a wimp, Y/N. Just because a man went above and beyond pleasing you in bed unlike your past hookups…”
You closed your eyes. You could still feel everything he did. Your fingers trailed down to your pussy.
It was puffy and tender. But so worth it. You grinned, your anger disappearing. Best to think of the positive bits, right?
With that resolution you shuffled into the kitchen humming the song. That's when you saw the note.
Hey.
Had a lotta fun with ya. Ya ever want to do it again, here’s my digits.
Butcher (Billy)
His number was underneath in block print.
“Billy Butcher. Yeah, it fits.”
You took a shower and got dressed. You went downstairs. Your brother was already there doing inventory.
“Morning, sis. How’s tricks?”
“A lot better than your scrawny ass. I wouldn’t pay $5 for you.”
“Aw, come on. I’m worth more than that.”
“Fine. A crisp $20 bill.”
“Yeesh. Do I get a drink in the deal?”
“Seeing as you own the place, I’m sure you could get all the hooch you want.”
“Missed you last night. I thought you were coming out to dinner with us.”
“Your boyfriend doesn’t want your sister tagging along.”
“Nonsense. He loves you.”
“I got lucky, all right?”
"Tall guy wearing a trench coat? He looked tasty.”
“When did you see him?”
“He helped me bring in today’s order. A tad of a brute, but that accent? Swoon.”
“He…helped you.”
“What? Even brutes have their moments.”
“I…guess.”
“I mean, considering he was sitting in his car looking up at your window.”
“He was?”
“Yeah. For a while. He asked me about you.”
“What did you say?”
“At first, nothing. Then it all came out. I couldn't help it."
“Oh no.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. He knows about why you're working and living here.”
“Great. At least I'll never see him again.”
“Why not?”
“You know why.”
“Sis, you have to stop your one night stands.”
“What are you, the boss of me?”
“Technically…”
“Fuck off.”
“All I’m saying is that guy wanted to know about you. How many others have done that?”
“None. I like my life the way it is.”
“Bullshit. You lit up like a fucking Christmas tree when I mentioned him.”
“Fine, yes. It had been so long since I've felt anything. And he did it, okay? He made me feel…things. Happy?”
Your brother’s huge grin showed you he was. “I knew it!”
“Doesn’t matter. I'm not meant to have a happy ending.”
“You gotta let that go.”
“My ex destroyed my life! He took everything! I had to beg my brother to help me. Work in his bar, live above it."
“Come on. You didn't have to beg. And you could’ve stayed with us. I offered.”
“You two are a wonderful couple. I didn't want to cramp your style.”
“You could never. Anyways, back to the sexy British guy. Did he give you his number?”
“He did.”
“See? You should call him, go on a real date.”
“Seriously? You really believe what that just because a dude I fucked showed a little interest in me that he’s my prince charming?!?”
“You deserve happiness.”
“Save it. I'm done talking about this.”
“Sis…”
“Got work to do.”
Your brother shook his head, but didn't say another word.
You went behind the bar, tying on your apron. You started to stock as you mused over the conversation. Perhaps your brother had a point. You should contact Butcher.
You looked at your phone and scrolled to where you’d put his number.
You began to type out a message but deleted it.
You highlighted his number but didn’t hit call. You hated to admit you were scared.
The song flitted through your head.
🎶I just wanna feel anything, with you🎶
Did he feel how you did?
If that was the case, then maybe he’d come back to see you all on his own.
The bell over the door rang signaling the beginning of your workday.
You greeted the first customer, calling them by name since they were a regular.
Your shift came and went.
A whole week passed and no sign of Butcher.
You now had a whole thread of texts that you never sent. You stared at his number constantly, like if you did the phone would magically dial it for you. You were a coward after what your ex did.
You pushed down your emotions. Turns out you had been right, not your brother. You fell back into your routine.
You were sat in the bar again. It was your night off. Normally, you’d be trolling for your next victim.
After Butcher though, you knew no other man would measure up. Copious amounts of booze and sex toys were your future. You accepted it.
You tossed back your drink. You took the bottle. “Put this on my tab!”
Your brother gave you a look, but gave a thumbs up.
You went upstairs. It was dark in your apartment. You set the bottle down on the counter. You took a tumbler down from the shelf.
You sat on your couch, sipping the drink. The alcohol gave you a nice burn. You got another tumbler worth.
You took your time in finishing it. That’s when you heard music playing faintly.
From your bedroom?
You left your glass on the coffee table and walked down the hallway.
Your door was closed. You frowned. It wasn’t closed when you left. With liquid courage flowing, you threw the door open.
Butcher sat there on your bed, his legs swung over the side. The song was coming from his phone. Was that Anything by Alison Wonderland? It was!
“Butcher. What're are you doing here?”
“I tried, Y/N.”
“Tried what?”
He ignored your question and motioned to his phone “Good song, innit? Not usually my style, but it’s been stuck in my head for a fuckin' week. I’ve been playin’ the fuckin’ thing on repeat. Drove my mates round the bend.”
“You…have? Why?”
“It’s yer favorite. I saw it on yer phone. Thought I’d give it a listen.”
“My phone?”
“It was on yer nightstand. Ya didn’t even lock it.”
“That’s because I don’t have anything to hide. It’s a fucking phone, not my life.”
“I could tell. No socials, only a few numbers.”
“Why were you snooping through my phone?”
“Makin’ sure you weren’t a serial killer, love.”
“And what was your conclusion?”
He turned down the music on his phone. He stood up. He held your face between his hands, gazing at you.
You expected him to kiss you. He didn’t. You gave him a questioning look. “Butcher?”
Instead he said, “I just wanna feel everything with you.”
“That’s not how the song goes, Billy.”
“I know,” he said.
Then he kissed you.