A soft smile tugs at your lips as you nuzzle your face into the crook of Billy’s neck. The diamond ring on your finger twinkles in the morning light as you slide your hand over his chest. His breathing shifts slightly, and he hums happily in response to your touch. His lashes flutter open and his dark eyes land on your face.
“Good morning Mr Russo.” You coo softly. A sleepy smile spreads over his face.
“Good mornin, soon to be Mrs Russo.”
Your hand trails up his chest to ruffle through his bedhead. He wraps one of his arms around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. His lips are soft against yours as he holds you tight. Billy slides his hands down your body, squeezing your hips as they rock against his. Your hand grasps a fistful of his hair and he moans into your kiss. He presses his hand against the small of your back, as you grind your hips down on him. His teeth tug down on your lower lip, drawing a moan from the back of your throat.
“You’re so beautiful.” He breathes out, hands sliding down to squeeze at your cheeks. You nuzzle your nose against the side of his neck and press a trail of kisses along his throat. One of his hands slips through the hair at the back of your neck, keeping your lips in place against his skin. You nip lightly at his collarbone, and he groans, grasping at your panties.
Withdrawing your hands from him, you hook your fingers under the edge of your shirt - Billy’s shirt - and tug it over your head before casting it aside. His eyes widen with awe, as he takes in the sight of you. A sight he’s more than familiar with, but he reacts the same every time. He lifts your hips up, sliding your panties down, and you do the same to him, tugging at his boxers.
“Can’t wait to call you my wife.” He rasps, his voice still thick with sleep.
His hand snakes down your body, and you rock your hips against his fingers. His finger circles your clit and you press your forehead against his shoulder as you gasp.
“You know what I’m gonna do, sweetheart?” You shake your head heavily, your hands grasping at his biceps as you grind against his fingers. His smiles at the blissful look on your face, as you melt into his touch. “Gonna make my beautiful fiancée cum all over my fingers.” You gasp again as he presses harder against your clit, increasing the pressure of his circles. “You like the sound of that baby?” You nod several times before a whine escapes your lips. He hushes you gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead. The pace of his finger speeds up, as does your breathing. He watches your face as you gasp and writhe, your body pressed hard against his.
He dips his head down to brush his lips against your neck, nipping lightly at the warm skin there as he murmurs,
“Y’know you were whinin in your sleep last night, sweetheart.” Blood rushes to your face as you register his words. “Havin sweet dreams about your future husband?” Your nails bite into the skin of his biceps as you cling to him, another wave of pleasure rolling through your body.
“Billy please.” You whisper. With his free hand, he hooks a finger under your chin, guiding your eyes to meet his. He takes in every inch of your face, eyes wide in pleasure, parted lips ready to cry out his name.
“Go on sweetheart, I’ve got you.” Your head drops back down to press against his shoulder as you approach your climax. Whispered gasps of his name reach his ears and he speeds up his motions, pushing you over the edge. A broken moan spills from your lips, and Billy helps to work your body through the aftershocks. You’re panting against his skin as the cozy gaze of pleasure clouds over your mind and body.
Billy leans down to kiss you, and you meet his lips eagerly with a soft moan.
“I love you.” He whispers, and you smile widely at him.
“Love you too.” You echo softly, your left hand smoothing over his bicep, rubbing carefully at the crescent prints left by your nails. Billy shivers at your touch, your tender motions warming his heart, and the chill of your engagement ring against his flushed skin. Your hand moves up to his shoulder, squeezing lightly at the muscles there. He raises a brow at you, but you ignore it, keeping your focus on your hand as it slides over his chest. Your fingers brush delicately over his stomach, and his breathing hitches.
It’s only when your fingers curl around his cock, do your eyes finally lift up to meet his. Billy’s eyes are always dark, with hidden depths buried in them. But as you begin to move your hand, his gaze darkens even further, his pupils blown wide with pleasure.
You watch as he throws his head back against the pillows with a groan, followed by a whisper of your name. With his throat bared, you take the opportunity to trail your lips over his skin. As you suck marks into the tender skin of his throat, you alternate the speed of your thrusts, drawing loud moans from his lips as he bucks his hips into your hand.
His fingers curl around your wrist, not seeking to control your motions, just needing something to hold onto. His other hand grasps the back of your head, tightening in your hair when you speed up. His entire body shudders as you run your tongue along the column of his throat.
“Sweetheart please.” He begs, his voice breaking slightly. You shush him tenderly, pressing a kiss to his cheek before sucking lightly on his earlobe. He moans at the feeling of your hot mouth on his skin. “Please.”
You nuzzle your nose against the side of his face and he gasps as you tighten your fingers around his cock. You continue to kiss over his neck and face, stopping for a moment to murmur against his ear,
“I’ve got you honey. Let me take care of my future husband.” He swears under his breath at your words, clenching his jaw hard. You kiss along his jawline, encouraging him to relax under your touch. His breathing shifts into erratic gasps as he approaches his own climax. His hand tightens in your hair, tugging your lips to meet his. You increase the pace of your hand, swallowing each of his moans with the kiss. He squeezes the back of your neck hard and you moan alongside him. You’re both gasping, foreheads pressed together as he nears the edge. You continue to press firm kisses against his lips, until his head tips back and he spills into your hand with a cry of your name. After ensuring he feels every last second of pleasure, you withdraw your hand, leaving him with his chest still heaving as he comes down from his high.
When Billy finds the strength to lift his head up, he sees you cleaning your hand with your tongue, lapping at his release. He can see the mischief in your eyes - you know exactly what you’re doing to him. A mixture between a laugh and a groan escapes his throat, as he meets your eyes, before he flops his head back against his pillow. It’s only a brief moment before your body is sliding over his, and your lips meet in an affectionate kiss. You both smile at one another.
“I love you.” You whisper against his lips. Billy wraps his arms around you, pressing your body firmly against his.
“Love you too sweetheart.” You rest your head in the crook of his neck, tracing small patterns over his shoulder with your fingertips. He smiles down at you softly as you trace over the scars there carefully. You press a soft kiss there and Billy tightens his hold on you.
“We planning on staying here all day?” You remark lightly and Billy nods with a soft grin.
“Absolutely.” Your own smile widens as you settle down beside him with a shrug.
“Okay then.” Billy laughs softly, and leans down to press a kiss against your forehead. With a contented sigh, you rest your head against his chest, your eyes fluttering closed to enjoy this quiet moment with your fiancé.
Billy tugs at the collar of his shirt for the third time in the last half an hour. He’s been to the bathroom twice already, and you have a feeling he’ll be up there again soon. You lean against the wall of the hallway, waiting patiently for him. Part of you is worried that you’ll miss your reservation, but the majority of you is more concerned by Billy’s behaviour.
He adjusts his tie again, his brows creased in worry as he stares at his reflection in the mirror that hangs over the cabinet.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, and he frowns. His mouth parts, though no words come out. He can’t tell you that it’s nothing, but he certainly can’t tell you what it is that’s making him so nervous. You watch him falter and step closer, resting your hand against his forearm in reassurance. “We don’t have to go out tonight. You know I’d be happy with you anywhere.”
His eyes soften, and his throat bobs as he takes in your words. He shakes his head,
“No I still wanna go, it’s just…” He trails off, his hand running through his hair as he looks away from you again. He hadn’t looked at you often this evening. You raise your brows questioningly at him, waiting for him to continue.
He draws in a shaky breath, and you hold onto his arm tighter. His nerves are most definitely being picked up by you. Very few things actually manage to shake Billy, and you can’t imagine what’s going on in his head. You can only hope that he’s willing to tell you. He swallows hard, before muttering a soft,
“Fuck it.” Your frown deepens as he moves towards the coat stand, rummaging through the pockets of his coat. He pulls something out, holding it tightly in his hand before he turns back to you.
Confusion is written all over your face. Understanding hits you when Billy gets down on one knee in front of you. Tears well in your eyes, and you press your hand to your mouth when he opens up the box, revealing a beautiful ring that sparkles despite the tears blurring your vision.
“Sweetheart,” he says softly at the sight of your tears. He hates it when you cry. He breathes out a small laugh in an attempt to lighten the mood despite the pounding in his chest. “I haven’t even asked you yet.”
“Just ignore it.” You insist, gesturing to the tears on your cheeks. “Carry on.” He holds his hand out for you, and you take it. He gives you a reassuring squeeze, ignoring the fact that you’re both shaking.
His smile is wobbly, full of emotion, as he clears his throat.
“I’ve never actually been to a wedding.” He admits. “Frank was already married when I met him, and I’ve never had any close friends or family to invite me to one. So, I’ve never really given the whole thing much thought in my life.” He pauses, looking up at you. “But for the last few months it’s been all I can think about.”
Your breathing catches at the thought of Billy dreaming about marrying you. Of course you imagined him in your future. But the thought of it being on Billy’s mind makes you love him even more.
“Been thinkin about how beautiful you’d look walkin down the aisle. Of tryin out cake flavours, and pickin flowers, and lookin at venues with you.” His fingers tighten their hold on yours, as he stares up at you. “Thinkin about havin you as my wife. Showin you off at the reception. Dancin all night, and makin love to you until the morning.”
Love and affection blooms in your chest, as you imagine everything Billy is describing. Your heart longs for it. His smile widens as he says,
“Wakin up beside my Mrs Russo. Cause there’s nothin in the world that would make me happier than bein your husband.” He adjusts his hold on the box slightly, and your eyes slide from his face to the glistening ring in his hand. “Will you marry me?”
You nod hurriedly through your tears, before managing to say,
“Yes I will, Billy.” He beams at you, taking the ring out of the box and sliding it shakily onto your finger. “I love you so much.” You choke out, and Billy stands up, immediately pulling you against his chest.
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
His hands smooth over your sides, and you press your cheek against his chest as you wrap your arms around his waist. After a moment of holding you, he steps back. You look up at him as the two of you beam at one another. He cups your face in his hands, kissing away the tear stains from your cheeks. His thumbs swipe the remainder of your tears as he stares down adoringly at you.
“You still wanna go out tonight?” He asks you gently. “I’d be happy with you anywhere.” He adds, echoing your words from earlier. You nod, smiling up at Billy as you wrap your fingers around each of his wrists as he holds your face. You lean forward, pressing your lips against his. He tugs you forward, and you rest your hands against his chest. You smooth one hand up to curl into his hair. He hums contentedly as your fingers squeeze lightly over the muscles at the nape of his neck. One of Billy’s arms wraps around your waist, and he tugs you closer, pressing your chest against his.
“We might have missed our reservation.” You remark lightly and Billy breathes out a laugh.
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Billy holds the door of the restaurant open for you and you smile at him as you walk through the entrance. Turning back to wait for Billy, he’s by your side in an instant, looping an arm around your waist to pull you against him. He nudges your side with his hip, nodding towards the host. You smile widely and say,
“Reservation under Russo.” Billy beams beside you. After checking through his list, the host smiles at you with a nod.
“Right this way Mr and Mrs Russo.” You both share a delighted look as you follow the host to your table. The host picks up on the excitement between you both.
“Newlyweds?” He asks. Billy regards you with a proud smile before saying,
“Newly engaged.”
“Very recently.” You add with a small laugh.
“Congratulations.” You both thank him, as you reach your table.
Billy pulls out your chair for you immediately. The host offers you a complimentary bottle of champagne, pouring you both a glass before leaving you to read through the menu. Meaning that you and Billy are alone again. You can’t shake the excitement from your expression and Billy smiles again at the sight of you so happy - all because of him.
“You wanna talk about it?” He asks, referring to the wedding. You nod eagerly.
“Yes. Absolutely. Will it be soon?” You ask, and he nods taking a drink of his champagne.
“As soon as you want it sweetheart.” You smile widely, adding softly,
“I can’t wait to marry you.” He regards you fondly.
“Can’t wait to marry you too.” You look down at your menu and Billy follows suit. “I was thinkin of askin you here.” He says casually. He’s a lot more relaxed now that he’s asked you - and that you’ve said yes. You look around at the fancy restaurant smiling at the thought of Billy wanting to take you somewhere special for tonight. “But then I got worried.” You frown lightly,
“Why?”
“We hadn’t talked about marriage. Well, we did but that was a while ago, and it wasn’t about us gettin married.” You feel a little surprised that Billy remembered such a casual conversation between the two of you. “I thought, if I asked you at home, you wouldn’t feel pressured. We could talk about it, if it was something you didn’t want right now, or ever.”
Your smile fades a little as your affection for Billy tugs at your heartstrings. He watches your eyes soften as you look at him, and he’s overwhelmed by the fact that you’re all his.
“You really are perfect, you know that?” You say earnestly. He shakes his head.
“Far from it.” You raise your brows at him, and he gives you a sheepish smile. Neither of you will ever stand for the other putting the self down.
“Well you’re perfect for me.” You concede, and Billy rests his upturned hand on the table, waiting for yours. You link your fingers together, and Billy squeezes them gently before his thumb begins to trace patterns over the top of your hand. He tugs your hand up to meet his lips, pressing a tender kiss against each of your knuckles. You can see the emotion welling in his eyes, knowing how much your show of love means to him.
The reinforced door slams shut behind Billy, and he feels the echo of it thrum through his entire body. He’s dressed in his long wool coat, leather gloves, and scarf tucked neatly between his lapels. Even under his layers, the chill of the empty fire station makes his shoulder ache.
The Albany Fire Station had been relocated ten years ago. The building that Billy had been left in as a baby was now run by a charity that wanted to preserve the city’s historic buildings.
Emotion wells in Billy’s throat as he looks around. He always shrugged off his past, claiming that it didn’t bother him. His mom had made a choice, and he had been forced to live with the consequences. It had made him a stronger man.
Stooooooooopppppp this is the sweetest thing ever!
I love the look you give into his past and how the firefighters all loved on him as a baby. And the BEAR. AND THE PICTURES. You’re killing me in the best way. He deserved so much better.
