3 | giving up?

weeks later -

"what are you doing?" billie chuckled as she walked into the living room and saw me on the couch.

"i figured i need to pick up on a new hobby so i can have something to do on tour while your busy with promo stuff," i said.

"so," she tried not to laugh. "you choose knitting?"

"you got a problem with that eilish?" i playfully said to her.

"yes cause that looks terrible," she laughed as she came and grabbed the blob of yarn from me. "what even is this? a scarf?"

"well it was supposed to be a sweater," i said as i snatched it away from her.

b snatched it back from me and held it up. "a sweater for who? shark?" she laughed because of how small it is.

"alright," i laughed as i pushed her shoulder.

"i'm just fucking with you," she chuckled as she sat next to me on the couch. "but uh on a serious note, are you gonna be okay?" she asked me, getting serious.

"what do you mean?" i furrowed my eyebrows.

"i know you've been thinking about modeling again," she started. "yet you're coming with me on tour."

"yeah," i said lowly.

"i just wan teed to tell you how cool it is that you're coming on tour with me when you could be working again."

"thanks baby," i rubbed her arm.

"well um," she got up from the couch. "what should i wear today?"

billie has an interview to talk about all things tour and what not. and since her team isn't out here in hawaii, margie and i are gonna go with her of course.

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we made it there and margie and i sat to the side, behind the camera while billie was being interviewed.

it was going well, billie was talking about dates, openers, being sold out, etc. it's really excited for everyone since this was the tour that was postponed last year when i was on my death bed.

"and i think the fans would be excited to know that i'm bringing a special someone with me this time," b smiled.

i smiled at her as she smiled at me.

margie rose her eyebrows as she gave me a side eye with a grin.

"oop," the interviewer lady said. "is it who i think it is?"

"yes," billie blushed. "i'm bringing my wife with me."

i mean she was just cheesing from excitement.

"ugh yay!" the lady cheered. "that's going to be such a cool experience for both of you!"

"i knowww," b dragged. "we're both so excited. look at her over there smiling," she pointed to me behind the camera.

"oh, leilani would you like to come say something?" the lady smiled at me.

"oh uh um sure," i said with a nervous chuckle, setting my purse down.

"lani don't," margie whispered to me.

i just looked at her, not knowing what to do.

"sit down," she said in a low stern voice, as if she was my damn mom.

"why?" i whispered, furrowing my eyebrows.

"you don't know about victoria secret yet," she rose her eyebrows.

"margie be for real," i tilted my head. "if they would've chosen me, i would've got the notice by now."

"so you're just giving up on it?" she scrunched her face up.

i sighed sadly, and walked over to the couch where billie was sitting, putting a smile on my face.

"hi guys," i smiled at the camera.

"so leilani tell us," the lady started. "what are you looking forward to the most during tour?"

"just traveling the world with billie and getting to see her do her thing," i nodded with a smile.

"you think the fans are gonna be excited to see you?" the lady asked.

"i think so yeah," i chuckled. "i'm sure they'd love to actually see me and billie together in person."

"right right," the lady smiled.

"but yeah i'm so happy to be joining my baby on tour," i smiled.

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via billie's insta story :

via lani's insta :

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a week later -

just another afternoon of me sitting on the couch, looking through my emails to find nothing but sponsorships, billing statements, and some offers.

which is cool and all but not what i'm looking for.

"ugh this shit is gonna piss me off," i said to myself.

"what's wrong?" b walked up behind me. "more bills?" she chuckled.

i sighed. "yes," i lied.

she just patted my shoulder. "hang in there baby girl."

"if only it were that easy," i said.

b just looked at me with a laughing grin because she knows i'm being dramatic.

"you make it so much easier though," i added.

"do i?" she rose her eyebrows.

"more than you know," i nodded.

she came and kissed me on the forehead. "ditto," she started. "cause lord knows if you weren't here anymore i wouldn't be either."

"stop saying that shit billie," i demanded.

"i'm sorry," she put her hands up in defense. "i just love you, a lot."

"i know," i nodded. "and i love you too, my pale queen."

"okay see," b started laughing. "it was going so well."

-

"those right there are cool," billie said to her stylist.

her and i were now sitting on the rug on the floor in our living room while on facetime with her stylist as she was showing us custom tour looks for billie.

"babe what do you think about that one?" billie showed me her phone.

"oh yeah i love the jersey ones," i expressed. "those are fire."

"i feel like we should match on some days," b suggested.

"omg that'd be so cool!" i smiled. "both of us wearing oversized jerseys but styled different! wow that'd be so hard."

"you know what else we should match in?" she rose her eyebrows at me, getting off the phone with her stylist.

"blunts?" i furrowed my eyebrows.

"girl wha- no!" she laughed.

"oh," i giggled. "oops."

"tattoos," she grinned.

"yeah?" i rose my eyebrows. "should i get 'billie' on my ass?"

"you could but i'd never stop fucking you from the back," she licked her lips as she elevator eyed me.

"you act like that's a bad thing," i smirked.

"i think you need a preview," she said.

"do you now?" i tilted my head in a tease.

"i really do."

i bit my lip. "then come show me something, eilish."

mind you, we're still sitting on the floor.

i slightly crawled to her and straddled her. oh and did i mention i only had on an oversized tee and panties? oops.

she gripped my ass as she licked all over my neck, making me throw my head back. she lifted my shirt and pulled it over my head, taking it off and throwing it to the side.

she then sucked each of my breast while having her palms placed firmly on my back. i ran my hands through her hair as i let out deep breaths.

i leaned closer to her and began heavy breathing in her ear, making her slightly moan. she pulled my chin down and began kissing me on my lips, making out with me.

we broke the kiss and she looked me in my eyes.

"you wanna ride me, baby?"

"mhm," i bit my lip.

-

"mmm," i moaned loudly as i rode billie (the strap/ dildo) while still being in the same straddling position on the floor.

i was thrusting my hips in a grinding motion on it for awhile before i started bouncing, which sent me.

"mm fuck!" i shouted as it felt so good.

"good girl," billie rasped. "keep going baby, sit on it."

i started going harder, causing my legs to begin trembling and making my whole body get weak.

"don't stop mama, don't stop," billie told me, seeing that i'm ready to let it all out.

the look on her face, you'd think she could actually feel it fr. but you know how it is when you see how much pleasure someone is getting, especially from you.

her eyes were so low, it's like she was on cloud 9 having me ride her.

"fuck girl, you look so good."