Maddie's POV

"Get off me!" Lucas shouted, delivering a well-deserved kick to Billy's groin, forcing him to release the boy in pain.

I seized the moment to get up from the floor before Billy could go after Lucas again—clearly, that kick was only going to make things worse for him.

"You're dead, Sinclair!" Billy's face twisted with rage.

"No, you are!" Steve appeared behind Billy, making him turn around.

As Billy did, Steve delivered a powerful punch to his face, causing blood to gush from Billy's nose. The response from Billy was a psychotic laugh, sending chills down my spine. I'd never been afraid of Billy before, but seeing him this unhinged was terrifying; I had no idea what had pushed him to this point.

"Enough, both of you!" I tried to step in between them to separate them. "Haven't you had enough at the school the other day? Are you both brain-dead or something?" I scolded them.

"Move out of the way, Maddie," Steve growled, not taking his eyes off Billy.

"Yeah, redhead. For once, listen to your boyfriend," Billy sneered at me with a mix of irony and—jealousy?—pushing me aside, though gently.

"You should be the one leaving, Hargrove. You don't belong here," Steve said, shoving Billy slightly.

"Get out."

Billy's eyes widened in surprise and a flicker of something—perhaps regret—passed through his face at my words. For a moment, he seemed to hesitate, caught between his rage and my declaration.

Steve, barely conscious on the floor, managed to look up, his face a mix of pain and confusion.

"Stop it, you idiot!" I shouted, my voice breaking as I struggled to hold Billy back. "Stop this now or you'll kill him, and I won't be able to save either of you! Do you hear me?"

Billy's breathing was heavy, and his eyes locked onto mine with a mix of anger and something softer, almost vulnerable. For a moment, it looked like he was grappling with his own emotions.

"Enough!" I screamed again, shaking him slightly. "I care, damn it! I care about Steve, and I care about you, despite everything. So stop this madness!"

Billy's fists trembled as he looked at me, the fury in his eyes giving way to a tortured expression. Slowly, he pulled back, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of his anger was too much to bear. Steve, still on the ground, managed to sit up, his face bloodied but determined. He looked at me with gratitude and concern, clearly relieved that I'd stopped Billy, but also worried about what was happening with him.

"Go," Billy muttered, almost to himself. "Just go. Get out of here. I don't want anyone else getting hurt because of me."

I didn't need to be told twice. I helped Steve up as quickly as I could, glancing at Billy one last time. His face was a mess of emotions, but he stepped back, giving us space.

"Come on," I said to Steve, trying to support him. "Let's get out of here."

The kids followed closely, looking back at Billy who stood there, a broken figure amidst the chaos.

Despite the kids' shouting, an oppressive silence fell between us. Our breathing was heavy from the adrenaline of the fight, and our gazes locked, his filled with uncertainty and confusion. I didn't even know why I shouted that—Billy didn't deserve it at all. He was a brute and an idiot. But I couldn't help it; I cared about what his father was doing to him. If something happened to Steve, Billy would face a deathly beating from Neil—almost literally speaking—and I wasn't going to allow that.

Before I knew it, Max appeared out of nowhere with a syringe full of morphine and jabbed it into Billy's neck, taking advantage of his lowered guard as he focused on me.

I released Billy's wrist and stared at him wide-eyed. He staggered back, looking at me in confusion before glancing at Max and pulling the syringe from his neck.

"What the hell is this?" Billy gasped, trying to move towards Max. He was starting to weaken and lose his balance due to the morphine. "What have you done?" he mumbled. At that moment, he completely lost his footing and fell flat on his back.

"Damn it!" I knelt beside him quickly, grabbing his wrist to check his pulse. "Are you okay?" He didn't answer; he just looked at me with glazed eyes, trying not to close them. "Shit, shit. Don't fall asleep, Billy. Stay awake!" I shook him by the shoulders and slapped his cheeks a couple of times, but obviously, that wouldn't counteract the effects of the morphine.

"From now on, you're going to leave me, Maddie, and my friends alone. Got it?" Max picked up the bat and struck the ground a few inches from Billy's groin.

"What are you doing, Max?!" I exclaimed in shock. Though I wasn't going to deny it, I felt a surge of pride. My little sister had grown up and could defend herself.

"Say you got it!" Max shouted furiously, ignoring me. "Say it!"

"It's clear," Billy responded in almost a whisper before falling asleep from the effects of the morphine.

"Great, now let's see who moves him..." I sighed, letting go of his hand and standing up.

Dustin, Mike, and Lucas continued to watch Max and me in stunned silence. I stood there, looking at the scene—Steve and Billy both unconscious on the floor. What the hell were we supposed to do with them now?

Though my first thought was to tend to the injuries, preferably Steve's first since Billy was out cold from the morphine and would be out for hours, I quickly went to fetch the first aid kit. By the time I returned, Max had taken the car keys from Billy's jeans pocket.

"Give me those keys, Max. What are you doing?" I snatched the keys quickly.

"We need to help the others. We can use Billy's car to get to the tunnels," Max said, her excitement evident. "And with Steve unconscious, we can go ahead with our plan. Once we're there, he won't be able to object." The other kids agreed with Max and started chattering, trying to convince me.

"Okay, let's calm down everyone," I said, making them quiet down and taking a moment to think. "Fine, I don't like the idea of something happening to you all in the tunnels, but we have to help the others and deal with those creatures."

"Demi-dogs," Dustin corrected.

"Whatever, Dustin, for fuck's sake, we're not in the mood for technicalities right now!" I snapped. "We need to figure out what to do with these two..."

"We need to take Steve with us. If he wakes up and we're not here, he'll be pissed," Lucas said with a grimace.

"True," I couldn't help but smile, thinking again of Steve as a protective figure.

"We can leave Billy on the couch. Maybe he'll think he's there from a drunken night or some party. He'll wake up disoriented from the morphine anyway," Max shrugged. It wasn't a bad idea, not entirely.

"That sounds good for now. But when we're done with the tunnels, we should come back and take Billy home," I looked at her and she narrowed her eyes. "No matter how much you've threatened him, he'll still be pissed. It's better if he doesn't wake up in an unfamiliar house. That will only make things worse because, despite calling him an idiot, he's not stupid—he'll remember everything. So, once we're done, we take him back home."

"Fine..." she replied, dragging out the words.

"And now what do we do?" Mike asked.

"Well, aside from treating Steve, we should gather everything we need to get into the tunnels and not end up either poisoned or devoured," I replied.

"The idea of not being devoured sounds good to me," Lucas said with a look of fear.

"Just the idea of not dying sounds good," I laughed.

The kids started searching the house and shed for flashlights and things to protect our hands and faces, like gloves, goggles, and scarves, to put in the Camaro's trunk. Meanwhile, I grabbed the first aid kit and a damp cloth. I sat on the floor and carefully placed Steve's head on my lap. I began to clean his wounds, then treated them and put paper stitches on some to help them heal faster.

"You're such a stubborn idiot, Harrington," I whispered once I finished treating him. "You don't need to worry about me, I can take care of myself, like I told you." I smiled as I adjusted his hair and gently stroked his forehead. "Still, thanks for wanting to take care of me." I left a kiss on his forehead.

"Ahem." I looked up to see the accusing gazes of the four preteens. "Everything's in the car. We'd give you some privacy, but he's a bit out of it," Dustin teased, glancing between Steve and me.

"Second warning, Henderson. There won't be a third," I shot back, raising an eyebrow. "Help me lift Steve. We need to leave now." I carefully moved to shift his head off my lap.

Of course, Steve wasn't in any condition to help us get him to the car—he was still unconscious. So, I decided the best approach was to bring the car as close as possible to the front door to minimize the distance we had to carry him. I did just that, and Max helped me get Steve into the back seat of the Camaro.

"You know, your boyfriend's pretty cool," Max whispered as we maneuvered Steve into place.

"He's not my boyfriend," I replied curtly.

"Yeah, sure." Max rolled her eyes as we continued walking. "I've seen you with other guys, you know. When Billy, Mom, and Neil aren't around, you're all smiles... just like Billy with other girls."

"Max!" I exclaimed, feeling my face heat up. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt this embarrassed.

"What? You're not exactly subtle, either of you." She shrugged, rolling her eyes again. "I'm just saying, he's the first guy you didn't bring home the day you met him. That's strange. And you act all weird every time you see him or talk about him." She paused, giving me a long, inquisitive look, one eyebrow raised.

"You're such a gossip, Maxine," I sighed as I opened the car door. "He's just my friend, and drop it already," I emphasized, noticing she was about to argue. "We've got more important things to focus on right now." I rolled my eyes, trying to change the subject.

"Whatever you say," she snickered under her breath as we got Steve settled in the back seat of the Camaro.

I helped the kids load the remaining supplies, like the gas canisters, into the trunk and told them to get in while I went to turn off the lights and lock up the house. As I walked back in, I saw Billy still lying there on the floor. He actually looked kind of pitiful, but I knew it was best to leave him. The morphine would keep him out for a couple more hours, at least. I grabbed a couple of cushions from the couch to prop his head up and then crouched down to cover him with a blanket since he wasn't wearing a jacket.

"You almost look cute like this..." I muttered, brushing a strand of hair away from his face and gently stroking his cheek. "But then you open your damn mouth, and it all goes to hell." I sighed in frustration as I stood up. "Try not to wake up until I come back for you, blondie."

"What the hell just went through your head, Maddie?" I muttered to myself, shaking off the strange feeling. I turned off all the lights, locked up the house, and hurried back to the car.

I started the engine, letting Dustin, Mike, and Lucas guide me to our destination. Thankfully, the field where those supposed tunnels connecting Hawkins to the Upside Down were located wasn't far. As we pulled up, I hit the brakes a little too hard, causing the car to skid slightly.

"Ah! Damn! Watch it, Maddie!" the kids protested in unison.

"It's not easy driving this car, you know!" I snapped back, frowning at them. "Alright, get out and start prepping," I ordered as I stepped out and opened the trunk.

"And what do we do with Steve?" Mike asked, grabbing some gloves from the trunk.

"Mmm, what? What do you mean, 'what do we do with me?'" Steve's groggy voice chimed in. I quickly ran to the backseat and slid in next to him, trying to help him get his bearings. He'd taken quite a few hits, and I wanted to make sure everything was okay.

"Who are you, and what have you done with Madeleine Mayfield? Since when do you care about anyone?" Steve muttered, his usual sarcastic tone faint but still there.

"Take it easy, Steve. Before you start making any sudden movements, we need to make sure you're okay." I sat beside him, gently holding the ice pack to his forehead, making sure he stayed still.

"Nancy?" He opened his eyes halfway, confused.

"As far as I know, Nancy isn't a redhead." I laughed. I saw he was trying to sit up, so I took the ice off and helped him a little. "Take it slow, are you okay?" I asked, giving him some space to move more comfortably.

"Ugh, damn..." he rubbed his temple as he sat up. "My head's spinning..." he squinted from the pain.

"Yeah, I can see that. You know, it's pretty hard to confuse Nancy and me." I teased as I gently took his chin in my hand to check his eyes. I wanted to see if his pupils were normal.

"Well, everything seems fine. It was just one massive beating." I grimaced.

"Your brother. Where's your brother?" he asked, his eyes wide open, now fully processing everything.

"We left him at the Byers' house."

"What do you mean 'at the Byers' house'? Where the hell are we?" he asked, sounding alarmed.

"You gave him one hell of a beating, but you didn't do too bad yourself. You did good, Steve." Dustin, wearing giant goggles that covered half his face, peeked into the car. "And since the morphine knocked him out, he won't be bothering us while we head into the tunnels."

"TUNNELS?!" Steve yelled angrily, rushing out of the car.

"Thanks for your subtle input, Henderson," I groaned as I got out of the car after Steve, and the kid shrugged.

"No way. We are not going down there." Steve began scolding Max, Mike, Lucas, and Dustin. "I promised I'd keep you all safe, and that's what I'm gonna do. I'm not letting you go down there and get killed by those things." he threatened, pointing at each of them with his index finger.

"But we're a team, Steve. And if part of the team needs help, we have to provide it." Dustin shot back.

"No, absolutely not. While you're under my watch, you're not going down there." he turned to me, hands on his hips like a parent. "Maddie, help me out here. Say something."

"I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm the one who drove us here. If there's something we can do to make sure those creatures—"

"Demodogs," Dustin corrected me again.

"Yes, Dustin, whatever!" I sighed. "The point, Steve, is that if we can do something to stop those things and get them out of Hawkins..." I said while grabbing the gun Nancy gave me and loading it. "We will." I stated firmly. I knew he was going to be furious, and I was terrified too. But I wasn't about to let those creatures hurt my little sister.

"AGHH! Damn it, Maddie!" Steve growled, running his hands through his long hair in frustration as he headed to the trunk. "Fine! But I'm going first, with you." He tossed me a pair of goggles and a bandana.  "If something happens to them, we're both screwed, just so you know." he added, still annoyed.

"Nothing's going to happen, Stevie." I tied the bandana around my neck and covered my mouth, then turned to look at my sister and the others. "Those demodogs have no idea who they're messing with. They would've been better off never meeting me." I winked at the kids, who grinned widely. Max shook her head, laughing.

"You talk about your brother's ego, but yours isn't much smaller." Steve raised an eyebrow, eyeing me.

"Oh, shut up and let's go, King Steve." I laughed, giving him a playful nudge. He rolled his eyes, but I could see the small smile forming on his face.

We grabbed the gas cans and ropes to descend into the tunnel, covering our eyes, faces, and mouths. Once at the entrance, Steve went down first while I stayed above to help lower the kids down one by one. When we were all inside the tunnels, we began searching for the core where all those monsters were supposedly coming from, guided by a map Hopper had drawn.

It was dark, sticky, and filled with a strange floating dust. After walking for a good while, we finally reached the heart of it all—the core that connected Hawkins to the Upside Down. We doused everything in gasoline, and once we were all ready and paying attention, Steve threw a lighter into the center. A massive tentacled mass started to burn and scream, and immediately, we all took off running for the exit, heading back the way we came.

"Faster!" Max shouted, her voice laced with fear as we sprinted. Steve and I led the way, making sure the kids kept up as the creature's fiery howls echoed behind us.

In a moment, as we were almost reaching the exit, we had to start running faster because we heard the *demodog* footsteps closing in on us. I climbed up as quickly as my legs would allow to help the kids climb while Steve helped them from below. When only Steve and Dustin were left, the *demodogs* were alarmingly close.

"Shit, shit!" Dustin shouted.

"Steve!" I screamed as his eyes, from below, met mine. "Steve, please run! Hurry up! I reached out my hand, stupidly thinking he could actually reach me. "CLIMB, NOW!" I exclaimed in fear as I saw the *demodogs* almost on top of them. "STEVE!" Two tears fell from my eyes as I saw the monsters almost upon them.

"SHIT, SHIT!" Steve shouted, trying to protect Dustin by lifting him off the ground. To our surprise, the monsters passed by, leaving Steve and Dustin behind.

"Eleven." Mike said, and we all looked at him.

"Eleven has closed the portal." As soon as we heard those words, we all breathed a sigh of relief.

Steve and Dustin finally emerged from the tunnel, and we all took a few moments to catch our breath. Steve looked at me with amusement, clearly aware of what was going through my mind. Damn it, I've had an impenetrable shell for 18 years, and in just two weeks, that guy had made me fear for his life more than my own, making me shed two tears.

We all got into Billy's Camaro to go get Steve's car. He took Dustin, Lucas, and Mike to their respective homes. Max and I returned to the Byers' house to get Billy into the car and take him home. Although the trip wasn't long, Max slept through the drive due to exhaustion.

When we arrived home, I parked Billy's car off to the side so Neil wouldn't see it, as we planned to say that Billy had found us, that we went out together, and that he stayed with some friends after getting us home.

Of course, Mom was still awake when we got back, it's normal for a mother to worry if her daughters disappear without a word. Neil seemed more or less calm when we said Billy was the one who brought us back, after all, he only cared that we returned, and whatever happened to Billy was of no concern to him. We wished them goodnight and turned off all the lights in the house. As soon as we heard Neil and Mom lock their bedroom door, Max and I went back outside to wait for Steve to help us get Billy, still asleep, into his room.

"Here he is," Max said as she saw Steve's car pulling up in front of the house.

"You're a mess, Harrington," I laughed as he stood in front of us.

"And yet, here I am, helping you get the culprit into bed," he huffed as we walked toward the Camaro.

"Hurry up, you'll talk later. If Neil wakes up, we're dead," Max scolded us while opening the back door of the car.

"Still more?" Steve said, pointing at his face.

"You don't know what that man is capable of," I muttered as I started pulling Billy out of the car. "Come on, help me, I can't do this alone."

"He weighs a ton, damn it," Steve grumbled as he pulled him out and onto the ground.

"Too much muscle," I laughed as we lifted Billy between us, moving him as quickly as our bodies allowed towards the house.

"And not enough brain," Steve joked, and I nodded, trying to hold back a laugh.

"Shhh! We'll get caught!" Max scolded us again.

"You're such a nag," I whispered.

Max narrowed her eyes while leading us with the flashlight through the house. We thought keeping the lights off was our best bet to avoid getting caught. We moved Billy as quietly as possible and finally reached his room, gently placing him on his bed. We exhaled in relief and left him there. Max said goodbye to Steve before heading to her room, and I walked him to the door to say goodbye.

"You know, you're pretty good at being a babysitter," I joked as I stepped out with him onto the porch.

"At least there's something I'm good at," he gave a somewhat bitter smile.

"I'm sure there are many things you're good at, after all, you were King Steve," I laughed. "Thank you, Steve. Really. You've been very brave."

"I just didn't want anyone to die tonight. In the end, you grow fond of these kids," he shrugged.

"That's true," I smiled. "But next time, try not to be so brave. At least when my brother is around," I said, brushing the hair off his forehead, revealing a serious wound. "I told you I could take care of myself, this is exactly what I was trying to avoid," I frowned.

"I know you can take care of yourself," he said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "And I also know that when I said you had a soft side, I wasn't wrong. Deep down, you care. I saw your tears," he said, in a teasing tone, as he caressed my cheek.

"Don't get too full of yourself, Harrington. It's just that I didn't want you to die today either."

"A little bit, you do care about me. Don't lie," Steve said, moving closer and placing both hands on my cheeks. "And that's why I don't understand why you've been pushing me away all week."

"Steve, this isn't the time to talk about it."

"Well, maybe you could get a hint from how your brother has left my face," I sighed.

"I don't care about your brother, Maddie. Get that through your head," he said firmly.

"But I—"

I didn't get a chance to finish. Steve cupped my face firmly in his hands, and suddenly, his lips were pressed against mine with almost fierce intensity. I could hear a small gasp escape him due to the pain from his injuries, but he didn't let that stop him. He continued to kiss me with urgency, lowering his hands to my waist. For a moment, I let myself be swept away, returning his kiss with equal fervor, stifling a small moan as I buried my fingers in his hair.

"S-" I tried to pull away, and he brushed his lips against mine briefly. "Stop, Steve," I took a breath and put some distance between us. "This isn't right."

"I don't understand. I thought—" he looked bewildered.

"I got carried away, but I don't want to cross that line," I said, gently moving his hands from my waist. "You don't want this, and I don't either... I can't. If I keep going down this path, I'll end up hurting you. And I'm convinced you're the only guy who doesn't deserve that."

"I do want to, Maddie," Steve said, moving closer to me. "I don't know why you insist on saying I don't."

"No, you don't, Steve. You're lying to yourself."

I placed a hand on his chest and gave him a small smile. "Not long ago, you confused me with Nancy. It's clear you still have feelings for her, and that's normal." He started to respond, but I covered his lips with my index finger. "This would only be a temporary fix."

"Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. I've been the temporary fix for many guys before. But I can't be yours." I stood on my toes and gave him a long kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight, Steve," I said, stepping away from him.

I turned to head back inside the house and heard Steve's frustrated kick against the grass and the slam of his car door. I was convinced this was the best for both of us, and I'd have to have this conversation with him another time. I closed the door behind me and went to get the first aid kit before heading to Billy's room.

I needed to tend to his injuries as best as I could so they wouldn't look too bad the next day, and Neil wouldn't say anything. I also thought a glass of cold water might help, so I brought that along as well.

I entered his room, closed the door behind me, and turned on the small lamp on the nightstand to minimize the discomfort from the light, as waking up from morphine isn't pleasant. I adjusted him on the bed and took off his shoes.

As I moved around and the effects of the morphine began to wear off, he started to wake up.

"Agh... Damn it," he muttered, rubbing his neck where Max had injected him. "What the hell?" He opened his eyes and, seeing me in front of him, tried to get up quickly but felt dizzy. "Damn it," he cursed, rubbing his forehead.

"You're an idiot, William," I said, shaking my head as I moved closer to him and took his hands. "Sit up slowly. Let's go."

"Damn, damn," he cursed repeatedly. "How the hell did I end up in my room?"

"On a unicorn, if you'd prefer," I said, rolling my eyes."Earth to Hargrove. I'm right in front of you, obviously, I brought you here."

"Idiot," he grumbled, frowning.

"Asshole," I replied.

When had I started to care about him?

I handed him the cold glass of water, which he accepted reluctantly, his mouth clearly parched. While he drank, I prepared some alcohol on a gauze pad to tend to his wounds—from both the fight with Steve and the evident ones caused by Neil. I approached him to clean the cut on his lip.

"What are you doing, redhead?" he grabbed my wrist, preventing the alcohol-soaked gauze from reaching his face.

"Treating your wounds, idiot. Can't you see that?" I huffed and looked him in the eyes. "If you don't let go of my wrist, you're making this harder for me, William."

"Since when do you care about my wounds, Madeleine?" His expression was serious, but he let go of my wrist, giving me room to tend to his injuries.

"It's not like your soul is as dark as yours. It's partly Max's fault and mine; I just want to erase my trace of guilt from your face." I ran the gauze over his lip, and he clicked his tongue from the sting.

"You're lying. You've never felt guilty for me fighting with some guy because of you." He raised an eyebrow, wincing from the pain of the cut.

"You're right about that. But I wasn't talking about those wounds, Billy." I sighed, taking his chin and turning his face towards me. "That cut on your eyebrow and the bruise on your cheek aren't from Steve. You came back like that from the Byers' house." I could see him squinting his eyes, pressing them tightly, and swallowing with difficulty. "I'm not stupid; I'm sure your dad hit you because Max wasn't home. Nor was I."

"Well, if you knew that was going to happen, why the hell did you disappear for so many hours with her? And with that idiot Harrington, no less." He clenched his jaw. "Don't play the saint now; you knew exactly what was going to happen, so just put that damn gauze down and get out of my room." He grabbed my wrist with one hand and tossed the gauze aside with the other.

"You're a complete idiot. I don't know what made me feel sorry for you," I snapped, glaring at him. "I went out looking for Max this afternoon, you idiot!"

"But you were with her!" he retorted.

"Precisely, William! I realized she had run away and went to find her, intending to bring her back before Neil noticed she was missing." I gently touched the bruise on his cheek. Despite wanting to tell him off at that moment, seeing that bruise made me feel sympathetic. "I wanted to bring her back before you noticed she was gone, too." I placed my other hand on his other cheek.

"Why would you do that? You've always done your own thing." His eyes were still angry, but his voice was calmer.

"Do you want me to make you a fucking map or what, William? I already told you at the Byers' house. I'm not going to repeat it." I grunted.

"Say it," he commanded, standing up and, due to the height difference, my hands dropped from his face to his chest. "Repeat it."

"Why should I? You're an idiot. What Neil does to you concerns and worries me," I replied.

"You're unbearable, redhead," he murmured, wrapping his muscular arm around my waist and bringing his face within inches of mine.

"And you're an idiot, blondie," I whispered warmly against his lips.

In that moment, his gaze darkened, a mix of anger and lust reflected in his eyes. Billy tightened his free hand on my jaw and pushed me back until my back hit the wall. I could feel his accelerated heartbeat against my palm. He licked his lips, knowing he had me completely immobilized and at his mercy, causing the heat to rise on my cheeks.

He released my jaw to trace the outline of my lips with his index finger, causing me to unconsciously part my mouth. In an instant, he pressed his lips firmly against mine, a growl escaping from deep within his throat. I responded with the same urgency, gasping into his mouth, savoring his taste.

His hands slid down my back to grip my buttocks, while my fingers tangled in his golden curls as we devoured each other's lips impatiently. His tongue emerged to meet mine urgently, in a rhythmic dance. We licked and tasted each corner of each other's mouths until we were breathless.

But the lack of air didn't stop us; his tongue continued its frantic exploration, filling us with each other.

I pulled away briefly to catch my breath, our breathing and heartbeats wildly racing. I moistened my lips while, with my index finger, I traced his lower lip and left it resting there. Slowly and sensually, I drew closer to his face again, and when I was close enough, I traced his lips with my tongue, eliciting a growl of pleasure from him.

Billy bit the tip of my tongue, making me emit a moan of excitement. Our tongues intertwined again in a lustful battle as my hands busied themselves unbuttoning his shirt. One of his hands caressed my thigh up to my knee, lifting my leg to rest it on his hip. Our centers were pressed together; he could feel the heat of my core, and I felt his bulging pants pressing against me.

"Shit..." I gasped, feeling that contact.

"Madeleine..." Billy's lips trailed down to my neck.