marsonearth i met this American girl, i think she might be the one

odessaazion mars go to bed
marsonearth no hoe
user yall are friends???

user js mars being mars

user am i trippin or does second slide look like bille
user IT DOESS

user im disappointed that we didnt get face but i guess your hand will do

user mmm papi

user about this American girl... ITS FREAKING BILLIE.

Billie walked through the door, her mind still buzzing from her meeting about the album cover. The team had finally settled on a few ideas, and she was excited to see her vision coming together, but right now, she was more eager to be home.

Her heart did a little flip when she spotted Mars on the couch. She looked completely at ease, her long legs stretched out as she worked away on her laptop. Mars had her headphones on, clearly lost in whatever beat she was working on, her tattooed fingers moving deftly across the keyboard. Billie stood in the doorway for a moment, just watching her.

There was something about seeing Mars like this—so focused, so in her element—that made Billie's chest tighten in the best way. As always, just the sight of Mars was enough to melt away the day's stress. She was like a gentle giant in Billie's world, towering over her in both height and presence, yet never failing to soften whenever Billie was around.

Billie set her things down quietly, not wanting to disturb Mars right away. She loved seeing her this focused, but she couldn't resist the pull of wanting to be close. Slowly, she walked over to the couch, standing just in Mars' peripheral view.

It took a second, but eventually, Mars noticed her. She pulled off her headphones, glancing up at Billie with a soft smile. "Hey, ma," Mars greeted, her deep voice wrapping around Billie like a warm blanket.

Billie's heart skipped a beat at the sound of that nickname, the one that Mars used so effortlessly. "Hey," she replied, her voice quieter, softer. She moved closer, resting her hands on the back of the couch. "What're you working on?"

"Just playing around with a beat," Mars said, glancing back at the screen for a moment before her eyes drifted back to Billie. She reached out, her hands gently finding Billie's waist, pulling her a little closer. "But I can take a break for you."

Billie smiled, stepping around the couch to sit down next to Mars, who immediately shifted to wrap an arm around her. Billie settled against her, feeling the warmth of Mars' body next to hers, and she let out a small, content sigh. Mars' presence was like a magnet—once Billie was close, she never wanted to leave.

"You get everything done for the album?" Mars asked, her voice low as she leaned in, resting her chin on Billie's shoulder.

"Yeah, we finally picked a cover," Billie said, turning her head slightly to look at Mars. "But I'm glad to be home."

Mars' lips curled into a smile, and she pressed a soft kiss to Billie's shoulder. "I'm glad you're home too, babybils."

They sat there for a moment, just enjoying the closeness. Mars' hand rested on Billie's waist, her thumb absentmindedly tracing small circles on her skin, sending little sparks of warmth through Billie's body. It was the kind of casual intimacy that Billie had grown to crave—these moments when they didn't have to say much, just be together.

Billie turned her head, catching Mars' eye. She smiled softly before leaning in, closing the distance between them. Mars responded immediately, her hand slipping from Billie's waist to her back, pulling her even closer as their lips met.

The kiss started slow, soft, like they had all the time in the world. Billie sighed into it, feeling the familiar warmth of Mars' lips against hers, the gentle pressure as Mars held her close. There was something about the way Mars kissed her that always made Billie feel like she was the only person in the world—like everything else faded away.

Billie shifted in Mars' lap, adjusting her position so she could kiss her deeper. Mars chuckled against her lips, that deep, rumbling sound that always sent shivers down Billie's spine.

"You're in a good mood," Mars teased, pulling back just enough to meet Billie's eyes.

Billie blushed, a smile tugging at her lips. "Maybe I just missed you."

Mars raised an eyebrow, her smile turning into a smirk. "Missed me, huh?" She leaned back in, capturing Billie's lips again, this time with a little more urgency. Billie melted into the kiss, her hands sliding up to tangle in Mars' hair as she deepened it, feeling Mars' strong arms wrap around her tighter.

They broke apart for a moment, both of them giggling like teenagers. It was something Billie loved about being with Mars—the way they could be so intense one moment and so playful the next, laughter always bubbling up between kisses.

Mars shifted on the couch, pulling Billie fully into her lap now, her hands resting securely on Billie's hips as she looked up at her with that mischievous glint in her eyes. "You're gonna distract me from my work, ma," Mars said, though the smile on her face told Billie she didn't mind at all.

Billie grinned, leaning down to kiss her again, this time slower, savoring the moment. "Good," she whispered against Mars' lips.

Mars' hands moved from Billie's hips to her back, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed flush together. Billie let out a small sigh of contentment, her hands still tangled in Mars' hair, her lips brushing softly against Mars'.

The room around them seemed to disappear, the only thing that mattered was the way Mars' hands felt on her, the way their lips moved together so perfectly, the soft giggles and whispers in between kisses that made Billie's heart race.

They broke apart again, both of them smiling and breathing a little heavier now. Mars' eyes were filled with affection as she looked up at Billie, her fingers tracing light patterns on Billie's back.

"I love when you get like this," Mars said softly, her voice laced with amusement and something deeper. "All giggly and cute."

Billie blushed, ducking her head slightly but unable to stop the smile on her face. "Shut up," she murmured, though there was no bite to her words.

Mars chuckled, her hands moving to cradle Billie's face gently. "I'm serious," she said, her voice softening. "You're beautiful, Babygirl."

Billie's heart fluttered at the compliment, and she couldn't help but lean in for another kiss, her lips brushing softly against Mars'. "You're not so bad yourself, Red."

They stayed like that for a while, just kissing and holding each other, the rest of the world fading away as they got lost in their own little bubble. It was these moments that Billie cherished the most—the ones where it was just the two of them, wrapped up in each other, no distractions, no pressure, just love.