Taste of your medicine

Chapter Thirteen

Billie hates dates. She didn't want to tell Diana because it would seem like an excuse. But she genuinely finds no use in them. Why sit at a restaurant and get to know each other when you can gradually discover new things about the person from spending everyday with them?

It was only worth it because she Diana got all dressed up for her, a blood red, open slit dress that exposed her entire thigh and black heels. She could barely keep her eyes off the woman, and every chance she got, her eyes roamed her body, delighted by the way the dress wrapped so perfectly around the woman's body.

"This a really nice place. I've never been here before."

Billie barely heard what she said, but had watched her lips move to form words, more interested in smudging the cherry red lipstick that has the honors of touching her lips.

"Billie.." Diana called.

"You look so fucking gorgeous."

Diana laughed, her cheeks burning. "You've mentioned that."

"I don't understand why we have to do this." she said, sobering from the entoxicating sight of the woman before her. "We should've just stayed home. I wanna be trapped beneath that dress."

Diana, who was taking an elegant sip of her wine, widened her eyes, placing the glass down to cough briefly from slightly choking.

She didn't disagree too much. Up till now, she's never seen Billie in a suit. A large part of her wanted to agree to marry her just to see it again. Who knew it would be such a turn on?

"You need to stop acting like a sexually charged beast." Diana advised.

Billie pouted playfully. "Aww, but I love it when you blush."

"I'm serious Billie. This is our first date. You have to be a little more behaved."

"Yeah, but it's not a real first date where we're like strangers. I can talk about how I wish your pussy was on the menu."

"Billie!" she scolded, looking around at the tables a good distance from them, then turned back to her with a warning glare. "That was a little too loud."

Luckily no one seemed to have heard.

"I think people should know how good you taste." she shrugs.

"I need you start acting civilized, or else I might spontaneously choose to be celibate."

That was enough to get her acting less like a hypersexual freak for the time being.

They looked through the menu and conversated about what they would order, making jokes about the foods they couldn't pronounce.

Diana actually felt good so far. Billie revealed a side of herself she hadn't properly gotten to know. She was playful and funny, yet romantic and sweet. Every time she would laugh at a joke, Billie would watch her intently, then tell her how beautiful she thought her smile was.

Eventually the waiter came to serve them. He was a young man, who seemed in his early twenties.

Billie didn't like him one bit.

"I thought he was sweet" Diana shrugged, unsure where this sudden for a stranger hostility was coming from.

"I don't like the way he was looking at you."

"Maybe you don't like the fact that he looked at me all, because there was nothing wrong with it."

Billie shakes her head. "You're not wearing that dress in public ever again."

"That's ridiculous." Diana hid her smile. "It was not the dress he liked, it was the body that wore it."

Billie glared at her, in half disbelief and frustration.