Title:Playing with Fire
Pairings/Characters:Brandon&Billie
Genre:Romance, Humour, Angst
Summary:A dressing room. A red dress. And payback.
Sequel to All In. Lol I have a lot of these.
Clarification: In this universe, they're not together.
Also vaguely inspired by Jal and Sid on skins first season;) (Slightly)
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Brandon looked like he'd had enough. He was watching her with narrowed eyes, smirk gone from his face completely. Her eyes widened when he walked towards her, backing her up against the wall, arms forming a cage on either side of her head. Billie stared up at him, a little surprised by how forward he was being. He had effectively boxed her in, her vision of everything past him blocked.
"You're right" He whispered.
Sinfully slow, his hands trailed down her body and took hold of her wrists. He transferred them both into one hand and lifted her arm up, pinning them above her head. Billie's breath caught momentarily at the action and despite willing herself not to, she couldn't help but feel that spark of attraction, that sudden excited thrill that ran straight down her back and pooled between her legs.
Shit. She was getting really turned on.
He leaned into her, pressing himself against her body until his lips were right up against her ear.
~Earlier that afternoon~
"How does this one look?" Billie asked Brandon, twirling around in the royal blue maxi dress, letting it swish around her legs.
"You look fine..." he said in a bored tone, watching her with thinly veiled irritation, "This dress looks the exact same as the other four you just tried on"
"Nuh uh" She said with a smirk, posing obnoxiously "This one is royal blue."
He growled under his breath and rolled his eyes, leaning against the wall with crossed arms.
"Can you hurry it up?"
"No way, B. I need to find the perfect dress for the audition"
Billie had gotten an audition for a prestigious music college in about a month. Unfortunately her mother had made her buy a dress for the occasion to Billie's dismay. Billie did not wear dresses. But she thought she must buy a dress to keep her mother happy. But since none of her more female friends were available to come with her, she'd called Brandon to help her choose a dress.
At least, that's what it had started as.
A simple request to find the perfect outfit for the audition.
But it quickly became a ploy to tease him with all the dresses and force him to sit through it, mostly for her own enjoyment, because she loved seeing him uncomfortable. The idea that he could look but couldn't touch was such a thrill for her. And maybe Drew was right that she was taking the game a little too far, but it wasn't like Brandon would react.
There was that one time when they were drunk and played strip poker, and he had gotten pretty intense and had come on to her really strong, but he was drunk. She doubted he would try anything when they were sober and in a women's clothing store. And even if he did, he was too much of a gentleman to take it too far. It was a gamble she was willing to make.
And besides, what was wrong with having a little fun?
"One more dress, okay?"
He groaned and rubbed his neck tiredly, checking the watch on his wrist. "Billie, that's what you said about the last three. We've been here for three hours. Let's wrap it up."
"I promise this is the last one"
He narrowed his eyes at her "Fine"
She smiled widely and stepped back into her dressing room, closing the curtain and sliding off the appropriate and very conservative dress and placing it back on the hanger. She hated dresses, but thought she may as well use this time to her advantage. Then she grabbed the last dress she had picked out and shimmied into it slowly, excitement coursing through her veins. She unclipped her bra from the back and slipped it down her body before letting it drop to her ankles. And just for fun, she pulled down her panties and let them rest near her bra as well.
The dangerous, tiny crimson number fit her form without flaw, accentuating the curve of her waistline and molding to her hips and ass beautifully. It perfectly complimented her feminine shape, stopping just past her upper thighs and leaving not much to the imagination. As stated before, she wasn't one for dresses, but even she couldn't deny this dress fitted her perfectly.
She took a picture with her phone and observed herself, quite pleased with what she saw. She would never buy the dress-she couldn't afford it even if she worked extra shifts for a month-but she loved the way it made her feel. Sexy and devious. Sort of like a vixen or dominatrix.
And it gave her a really good idea.
Kind of bitchy.
But really good.
"Hey Que. Help me zip up this dress, would ya?" she called out, faking a slight distressed tone.
She heard a heavy sigh and grumbles of annoyance before his footsteps approached the curtain. He pulled it open and then shut it, and then she heard his sharp intake of breath behind her. She bit her lip to keep from snickering at his reaction and glanced at him over her shoulder, smiling coquettishly.
"I can't reach the zipper" She purred.
She saw his eyes drop momentarially to the floor where her undergarments lay before he looked back up at her, his jaw clenched tightly. He stared at her, his breathing not altogether light, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.
She chuckled, "Hurry up, Sev. We don't have all day, do we?"
He walked over to her silently and took hold of the zipper, slowly dragging it up her back, his other hand settled on her waist. He tugged the zipper up as far as it could go and the trailed his hand down her side, loosely holding her waist. Billie grinned, loving the hold she had over him. It was such a shame there weren't any mirrors in this dressing room. She would have loved to see his expression.
"What do you think?"
She spun around in his arms and posed for him, tangling her hands in her hair with flirtatious, raised eyebrows.
"I think..." Brandon's hands slowly trailed off of her waist. "That you like playing this game a little too much."
"Do I?"
Her heart raced in excitement when the answering look he gave her was downright indecent.
"Calling a guy into your dressing room. Asking him to zip up your dress. Not wearing a bra or underwear. You're not playing fair, Billie"
"Who said it had to be fair?"
And then Brandon's eyes glinted with something a little sharp and definitely dangerous, and Billie grew a little anxious, thinking maybe she had pushed just a bit too far. She was suddenly reminded of Drew's warning about baiting Brandon. 'If you play with fire, you'll get burned Billie' she had said.
Brandon looked like he'd had enough. He was watching her with narrowed eyes, smirk gone from his face completely. Her eyes widened when he walked towards her, backing her up against the wall, arms forming a cage on either side of her head. Billie stared up at him, a little surprised by how forward he was being. He had effectively boxed her in, her vision of everything past him blocked.
"You're right" He whispered.
Sinfully slow, his hands trailed down her body and took hold of her wrists. He transferred them both into one hand and lifted her arm up, pinning them above her head. Billie's breath caught momentarily at the action and despite willing herself not to, she couldn't help but feel that spark of attraction, that sudden excited thrill that ran straight down her back and pooled between her legs.
Shit. She was getting really turned on.
He leaned into her, pressing himself against her body until his lips were right up against her ear.
"There really isn't a need to play fair..."
And Billie felt an involuntary shiver of delight run down her back when she could feel his warm breath tickling her ear. His hand slid down one bare thigh before curling his hand under it and hiking it up against his hip. Billie could feel his slight arousal, and her breath hitched.
"What are you doing, Brandon?" she almost groaned, testing her trapped arms.
No good. He had a pretty strong grip on them, and it didn't look like he would be letting go any time soon.
"Let's just say this is a little payback for that stunt you pulled when we played poker"
He growled it against her neck in a low, sexy voice she had never before heard in all time she'd known him. It was such an insane turn on she had to close her eyes momentarily to regain control of herself. Who the hell was this Brandon, and what happened to the easily baited on she'd been hanging out with all afternoon?
"Are you seriously worked up over that?" she sighed softly, titing her neck to the side when he blew out a breath against her neck. She got goosebumps almost immediately.
"Maybe..." he said teasingly.
Brandon was barely touching her, just grazing her neck with his lips, and it was driving her crazy. His hand was gripping her leg, fingers lightly caressing her sensitive inner thigh, and Billie had to fight the urge to moan out loud. He was being such a tease, and she hated it because she just wanted him to kiss her or touch her or anything but he kept stopping right at the edge she wanted him to go over. And she knew that he knew that if he did, nothing would stop her from letting him have his way with her in the dressing room, regardless of who could possibly hear.
"Brandon..." she sighed breathlessly when his fingernails dug a little into her leg "Come on"
He leaned back a bit, watching her impassively "What do you want me to do, Billie?"
"Just shut up and kiss me already"
The expression in his eyes darkened, and he leaned closer, gaze trained on her lips.
"That's what you want?" he muttered, his breath caressing her lips.
She glared up at him, gritting her teeth in annoyance.
"I don't understand glares, Billie..."
"Yes you dumbass. I want you to kiss me"
He smiled triumply. Then he leaned completely in and spoke directly into her ear.
"That's... too bad"
And he let go of her abruptly, taking a wide step back as Billie blinked up at him in a shocked daze, slowly coming back to reality when her hands came down by her sides, and she realized she couldn't feel the warmth from his body any longer. His mouth curved up into a vile, mocking little smirk, and Billie felt her blood run cold.
"You should get the red dress. It looks great on you" He pointed out appreciatively. And then he turned around, pocketing her panties and heading out "You should hurry up and change"
There was no way. Absolutely no way. He did not just pull some seduction shit on her and leave her a trembling, fucking mess. And when the hell had he gotten her panties?
How dare he...
"You just fucked with the wrong person, Brandon!" Billie shouted "This means war!"
"Looking forward to it, Mamas" Brandon responded easily, ignoring other patron's shocked gasps as he walked out of Billie's dressing room. "Looking forward to it."
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