look at me losing control
Title: Brutal Love [13]
Author: Molly
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Summary: “But I was thinking-maybe-oh, I don't know. . . Monday morning?”
Previous Parts: located here
Billie Joe probably could have slept until noon, if the alarm on his phone hadn't begun to blare promptly at 6:30 the next morning. He had been in such a deep sleep, that the noise made him jump, and he pawed for the device blindly, succeeding only in swiping it from the nightstand for it to land with a 'thump' on the carpet. Groaning quietly, Billie bent over the side of the bed and grabbed the damned thing, sliding his thumb across the screen to silence it as an arm wound his waist and pulled him against a warm, solid chest.
“You need to change your fucking ringtone,” Mike grumbled in his ear, easing the irritation in his voice with a tender kiss to a tattooed shoulder. The bassist spooned Billie close, their legs tangled together.“I cannot wake up to Lady Gaga anymore, Billie Joe.”
In spite of his own sleepy frustration, he giggled, partly at the way Mike's stubble was brushing against his bare skin. Billie turned his face to kiss the bicep that was holding him so tightly. “You're awful grumpy for someone who got laid multiple times last night.”
“That might have something to do with the whopping four hours of sleep we got last night.”
It was true; after their very unexpected engagement in the kitchen, they had gone up to bed, but without intentions of rest. The couple had shown each other just how much they loved each other again and again, emotional tension exploding in the face of raw physical attraction, and they probably would have gone on if Mike hadn't tapped out from pure exhaustion. He really was a veracious lover-sometimes more than he himself could handle. Even though Billie considered himself insatiable, he hadn't protested when Mike began to fall asleep; he had followed him eagerly, more than content to slip away to a land of unconsciousness while wound up in the loving arms of his boyfriend. . . fiancé. . . that would take some getting used to. . .
They were in the middle of a slow, sleepy exchange of kisses when little feet pattered into their room. Lost in the hazy in between of dreams and reality, they didn't notice the creak of the door opening, and were surprised when the bed shifted towards the bottom. Breaking the kiss, they looked to see their daughter crawling up towards them, who was seemed as sleep disheveled as they were, in the pale morning light.
“What're you doing up, Livy?” Billie Joe asked, petting her hair when she was close enough. “You don't have to be up for another half hour. . .”
“I heard your song go off,” Olivia explained. She slipped in between them, and under the covers when Mike pulled them back for her, after first making sure that both he and Billie had remembered to done some pants before crashing. Stifling a yawn, Olivia complained, “It's really loud, Mommy.”
“Don't worry, Mommy's gonna change it real soon.” Mike smirked at his lover over the top of her head. Propping himself up on his elbow, he leant down to kiss Olivia's forehead. “How'd you sleep, Livybug?”
“Okay. I had a weird dream about dolphins dressed up like princesses, but then Mommy's alarm woke me up.”
Her mother smiled, kissing the top of her head. “Sorry, sweetheart. You have another half hour before you have to get ready for school, you can go back to sleep if you want.” Billie's eyes flickered between her and her father. “You and Daddy both look like you could use some more sleep.”
“No, I'm awake now.” Olivia snuggled into Mike's bare chest, wrinkling her nose at the hair she encountered there, causing her to lean in the other direction and nuzzle into Billie Joe's smooth skin instead. “You're so hairy, Daddy.”
“That's 'cause I'm manly.” Mike was grinning, admiring the sight of his two favorite people in the world, sleep-mussed as they were. His little family, cuddled all together in the bed he had shared with Billie for more than ten years. Lips falling into a softer smile, Mike's twinkling blue eyes didn't leave Billie's as he murmured, “Livy, Mommy and I have something to tell you. . .”
Billie Joe's eyebrows rose in surprise, at first; he knew, by the tender tone of Mike's voice, what exactly he was referring to, and yet Billie himself hadn't even considered how they would tell Olivia the news. Even so, his belly trembled with jitters that were equal parts excited and nervous. As it had done for himself, Billie knew they were about to make Olivia's day.
“You're not going away again, are you?” The fright was clear on the little girl's face. Olivia looked between them, showing them both her wide eyes and exaggerated frown. When Billie Joe and Mike each shook their heads with quiet chuckles, her expression morphed into something more quizzical. “Then what?”
“Well, sweetie,” her father stroked her face, fondly brushing away the tangled hair that fell over her red cheeks, “I've been thinking a lot about the question you asked us the other night. About why we weren't married, and if we would ever get married.” Olivia's eyes were brightening, and it was enough to spark another grin on Mike's face. “Last night your mom and I talked about it, and I asked him to marry me.”
Olivia sat bolt upright, all pretenses of sleepiness forgotten. She looked from her mother, to her father, and back to her mother all in one wild shake of her head. Putting her small hands on Billie's shoulders, Olivia gasped, “What did you say, Mommy?”
He couldn't help but smile-so wide it hurt his face, actually-and he took hold of one of Olivia's hand to give it a quick kiss. “I said yes.” She exploded in her joy, jumping out from beneath the covers to bounce up and down on the bed. Mike's arms caught her quickly (mostly to keep her from falling and hurting herself), and held Olivia tight while scattering noisy kisses all over her face and neck. Billie, who was watching the display, laughed as he continued, “We thought that might make you happy.”
Mike had Olivia in his lap now, still with both of his arms wrapped around her body, and he smiled at his lover. “Makes us all pretty happy.” He emphasized his point with another loud kiss to Olivia's cheek.
Giggling, she looked up at Mike. “When are you gonna get married, Daddy?”
“Well, we hadn't talked about that just yet. . .” Mike spoke slowly, and Billie Joe recognized the glimmer in his eyes; it had been the cause of many spontaneous adventures, incredible new bass lines, and sexual episodes that had the potential to last hours. “But I was thinking-maybe-oh, I don't know. . . Monday morning?”
“Monday?” The word blurted from his mouth at the same time his heart skipped a beat, but it was lost in Olivia's sharp gasp. Billie blinked at Mike, his jaw still dropped in amazement as their daughter took to bouncing up and down on the bed again. He was too shocked to be concerned, though, mesmerized by his disbelief and by the confident smile Mike had on his face. “Mike-Jesus-Monday? This Monday? Have you lost your mind?”
“I see no reason to wait,” he responded simply. Olivia was watching them in anticipation, her little hands balled under her chin in expectation, but at least for the moment, Billie and Mike only had eyes for each other.
“Mike-it's Friday, and you're thinking Monday-this Monday--”
“This Monday, next Monday, a Monday a year from now-what's the difference, Bill?” His words were soft, but his eyes betrayed him. They were positively smoldering. Because they had an appointment with the doctor for the test results on Monday at noon. Mike's would-be spur of the moment idea had intentions lying behind it, there was no doubt about that. Long fingers reached out to curl around the ones on Billie Joe's tattooed hand. “If you want to wait, we can. But I'd go down to the courthouse right now and do it, if your mother wouldn't kill us both for leaving her out of it.”
Billie's mouth was dry. He could feel the strange mixture of love and fear bubbling in his stomach, and it didn't help that tears were building in the backs of his eyes. The weight of the situation had settled back into his body, like rocks sinking to the bottom of the ocean floor, only momentarily forgotten in their heated passion of the night before. Right now, Billie didn't like a parent-he felt like a child again, scared to death.
“Mommy,” their daughter whined, tugging on Billie Joe's free hand, “you love Daddy, Daddy loves you. Just get married already!”
He looked at Olivia, so innocent and beautiful and theirs, and he smiled a watery smile, a lump in his throat. How could Billie ever say no to either one of them? “All right,” he exhaled, “Monday it is.”
Mike's shit-eating grin and Olivia's absolute whoop of celebration was enough to make it worth it.
Author: Molly
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Summary: “But I was thinking-maybe-oh, I don't know. . . Monday morning?”
Previous Parts: located here
Billie Joe probably could have slept until noon, if the alarm on his phone hadn't begun to blare promptly at 6:30 the next morning. He had been in such a deep sleep, that the noise made him jump, and he pawed for the device blindly, succeeding only in swiping it from the nightstand for it to land with a 'thump' on the carpet. Groaning quietly, Billie bent over the side of the bed and grabbed the damned thing, sliding his thumb across the screen to silence it as an arm wound his waist and pulled him against a warm, solid chest.
“You need to change your fucking ringtone,” Mike grumbled in his ear, easing the irritation in his voice with a tender kiss to a tattooed shoulder. The bassist spooned Billie close, their legs tangled together.“I cannot wake up to Lady Gaga anymore, Billie Joe.”
In spite of his own sleepy frustration, he giggled, partly at the way Mike's stubble was brushing against his bare skin. Billie turned his face to kiss the bicep that was holding him so tightly. “You're awful grumpy for someone who got laid multiple times last night.”
“That might have something to do with the whopping four hours of sleep we got last night.”
It was true; after their very unexpected engagement in the kitchen, they had gone up to bed, but without intentions of rest. The couple had shown each other just how much they loved each other again and again, emotional tension exploding in the face of raw physical attraction, and they probably would have gone on if Mike hadn't tapped out from pure exhaustion. He really was a veracious lover-sometimes more than he himself could handle. Even though Billie considered himself insatiable, he hadn't protested when Mike began to fall asleep; he had followed him eagerly, more than content to slip away to a land of unconsciousness while wound up in the loving arms of his boyfriend. . . fiancé. . . that would take some getting used to. . .
They were in the middle of a slow, sleepy exchange of kisses when little feet pattered into their room. Lost in the hazy in between of dreams and reality, they didn't notice the creak of the door opening, and were surprised when the bed shifted towards the bottom. Breaking the kiss, they looked to see their daughter crawling up towards them, who was seemed as sleep disheveled as they were, in the pale morning light.
“What're you doing up, Livy?” Billie Joe asked, petting her hair when she was close enough. “You don't have to be up for another half hour. . .”
“I heard your song go off,” Olivia explained. She slipped in between them, and under the covers when Mike pulled them back for her, after first making sure that both he and Billie had remembered to done some pants before crashing. Stifling a yawn, Olivia complained, “It's really loud, Mommy.”
“Don't worry, Mommy's gonna change it real soon.” Mike smirked at his lover over the top of her head. Propping himself up on his elbow, he leant down to kiss Olivia's forehead. “How'd you sleep, Livybug?”
“Okay. I had a weird dream about dolphins dressed up like princesses, but then Mommy's alarm woke me up.”
Her mother smiled, kissing the top of her head. “Sorry, sweetheart. You have another half hour before you have to get ready for school, you can go back to sleep if you want.” Billie's eyes flickered between her and her father. “You and Daddy both look like you could use some more sleep.”
“No, I'm awake now.” Olivia snuggled into Mike's bare chest, wrinkling her nose at the hair she encountered there, causing her to lean in the other direction and nuzzle into Billie Joe's smooth skin instead. “You're so hairy, Daddy.”
“That's 'cause I'm manly.” Mike was grinning, admiring the sight of his two favorite people in the world, sleep-mussed as they were. His little family, cuddled all together in the bed he had shared with Billie for more than ten years. Lips falling into a softer smile, Mike's twinkling blue eyes didn't leave Billie's as he murmured, “Livy, Mommy and I have something to tell you. . .”
Billie Joe's eyebrows rose in surprise, at first; he knew, by the tender tone of Mike's voice, what exactly he was referring to, and yet Billie himself hadn't even considered how they would tell Olivia the news. Even so, his belly trembled with jitters that were equal parts excited and nervous. As it had done for himself, Billie knew they were about to make Olivia's day.
“You're not going away again, are you?” The fright was clear on the little girl's face. Olivia looked between them, showing them both her wide eyes and exaggerated frown. When Billie Joe and Mike each shook their heads with quiet chuckles, her expression morphed into something more quizzical. “Then what?”
“Well, sweetie,” her father stroked her face, fondly brushing away the tangled hair that fell over her red cheeks, “I've been thinking a lot about the question you asked us the other night. About why we weren't married, and if we would ever get married.” Olivia's eyes were brightening, and it was enough to spark another grin on Mike's face. “Last night your mom and I talked about it, and I asked him to marry me.”
Olivia sat bolt upright, all pretenses of sleepiness forgotten. She looked from her mother, to her father, and back to her mother all in one wild shake of her head. Putting her small hands on Billie's shoulders, Olivia gasped, “What did you say, Mommy?”
He couldn't help but smile-so wide it hurt his face, actually-and he took hold of one of Olivia's hand to give it a quick kiss. “I said yes.” She exploded in her joy, jumping out from beneath the covers to bounce up and down on the bed. Mike's arms caught her quickly (mostly to keep her from falling and hurting herself), and held Olivia tight while scattering noisy kisses all over her face and neck. Billie, who was watching the display, laughed as he continued, “We thought that might make you happy.”
Mike had Olivia in his lap now, still with both of his arms wrapped around her body, and he smiled at his lover. “Makes us all pretty happy.” He emphasized his point with another loud kiss to Olivia's cheek.
Giggling, she looked up at Mike. “When are you gonna get married, Daddy?”
“Well, we hadn't talked about that just yet. . .” Mike spoke slowly, and Billie Joe recognized the glimmer in his eyes; it had been the cause of many spontaneous adventures, incredible new bass lines, and sexual episodes that had the potential to last hours. “But I was thinking-maybe-oh, I don't know. . . Monday morning?”
“Monday?” The word blurted from his mouth at the same time his heart skipped a beat, but it was lost in Olivia's sharp gasp. Billie blinked at Mike, his jaw still dropped in amazement as their daughter took to bouncing up and down on the bed again. He was too shocked to be concerned, though, mesmerized by his disbelief and by the confident smile Mike had on his face. “Mike-Jesus-Monday? This Monday? Have you lost your mind?”
“I see no reason to wait,” he responded simply. Olivia was watching them in anticipation, her little hands balled under her chin in expectation, but at least for the moment, Billie and Mike only had eyes for each other.
“Mike-it's Friday, and you're thinking Monday-this Monday--”
“This Monday, next Monday, a Monday a year from now-what's the difference, Bill?” His words were soft, but his eyes betrayed him. They were positively smoldering. Because they had an appointment with the doctor for the test results on Monday at noon. Mike's would-be spur of the moment idea had intentions lying behind it, there was no doubt about that. Long fingers reached out to curl around the ones on Billie Joe's tattooed hand. “If you want to wait, we can. But I'd go down to the courthouse right now and do it, if your mother wouldn't kill us both for leaving her out of it.”
Billie's mouth was dry. He could feel the strange mixture of love and fear bubbling in his stomach, and it didn't help that tears were building in the backs of his eyes. The weight of the situation had settled back into his body, like rocks sinking to the bottom of the ocean floor, only momentarily forgotten in their heated passion of the night before. Right now, Billie didn't like a parent-he felt like a child again, scared to death.
“Mommy,” their daughter whined, tugging on Billie Joe's free hand, “you love Daddy, Daddy loves you. Just get married already!”
He looked at Olivia, so innocent and beautiful and theirs, and he smiled a watery smile, a lump in his throat. How could Billie ever say no to either one of them? “All right,” he exhaled, “Monday it is.”
Mike's shit-eating grin and Olivia's absolute whoop of celebration was enough to make it worth it.