Soo... warm ;)

                                    

                                          

HI! Yes I'm back writing for this book as well and yes this is smut, to start this off. Sort of smut straight off the bat.
⚠Warning: Smut throughout the chapter⚠
★Billie★

The soft light of the morning seeped through the curtains, a delicate haze that settled over the room. The sun was warm, but the bed was warmer. I groaned, my body heavy with exhaustion as I woke up. I felt Billie beside me, and a contented sigh slipped past my lips before I could stop it. God, she was so warm.
My mind, still foggy from sleep, could barely comprehend anything beyond the fact that she was here, that I was home. I'd been back from deployment for a month, but it still felt surreal. After two and a half years of hell, and losing all sight in my left eye, waking up next to her like this was heaven.
I let myself flop over onto Billie, pressing my body into her side, seeking her warmth. My head landed on her chest, and I could feel the soft rise and fall of her breath beneath me. She let out a quiet sound, something between a hum and a sigh, as her arms instinctively wrapped around me.
"Mmm, Vee..." Billie mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep. She nuzzled into my hair, her nose grazing my temple.
Vee. The nickname always made my heart skip a beat. I smiled faintly, feeling her lips brush against my forehead.
But something wasn't right. Billie was too warm. My heart quickened with concern as the fog of sleep began to lift. I'd spent enough time in the field to know what a fever felt like against my skin. My right hand lifted to rest on her cheek. She leaned into my touch, letting out another moan. "Nnnn... Octavia..."
"Billie, baby, you're burning up." My voice was groggy but tinged with worry.
"Mm, 's fine," Billie murmured, her lips curling into a lazy smile. She buried her face in the crook of my neck, her breath hot against my skin. "Just warm... so cozy..."
"Baby, I think you're sick." I tried to sit up, but Billie made a soft whimpering sound, tightening her hold on me as she flipped us over. Now I was flat on my back with Billie on top of me, her body covering mine like a blanket. Her weight was comforting in a way, familiar, but my concern only grew.
"Billie—" I started, but she cut me off with another moan, this one a little louder, more drawn out.
"Oooh, Vee... you're so soft..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, slurred with sleep and something else. "So warm..."
Goddammit. I knew that tone. I knew what she was feeling. Billie had always loved being cozy. She got turned on by it, actually. The warmth, the closeness—it drove her wild, especially when she was sleepy like this.
She shifted on top of me, her lips finding my neck. Her breath was warm, almost too warm, and I shivered as she pressed soft, lazy kisses to my skin. Her hips moved slightly, just a small, instinctive roll, and I bit back a groan.
Focus, Octaiva. Billie's feverish, not horny.
But damn if she didn't make it hard to think straight. Her kisses trailed up my neck, her lips brushing my jaw before finding my mouth. The kiss was slow, languid, and I could taste the warmth of her breath, feel the softness of her lips against mine. She let out another moan, this one muffled by the kiss. "Mmmm..."
Fuck, she was making it really hard to concentrate. My good hand came up to cradle the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her soft blonde hair as I kissed her back, just for a moment. Just to ground myself.