Cat And Billie Joe, chapter 23
Cat heard the doorbell ring, and put on the finishing touches of her outfit. She ran to the door to find Billie Joe standing there, and it was sprinkling.
"Come in. You look all spiffy Billie Joe." Cat bit her lip and grinned, and her eyes sparkled. He loved it when her eyes sparkled, it was like she had her own private joke, and her eyes were laughing.
"You look extremely sexy." He handed her some purple lilies. She love purple lilies. He favorite.
"Thank you... Let me get a vase... " She wandered off to find a vase, and he heard a 'crap! ' He walked in to fine her looking through all her cabinets, and she found a really tall beer glass, and filled it with water. After she set the flowers in it, she took a few steps back, admiring it.
"Elegant." She whispered herself.
"Okay, I'm ready!" She grabbed her purse and started to the door.
"Wait!" Before she turned around, he grabbed her wrist, twirling her so she faced him, slipped his hand around her waist, pulling her close.
"I almost forgot... " He said, his nose almost touching hers. Then he kissed her.
"I was... Whoo... Waiting for you to do that. Damn Billie Joe... " She said, grinning as they pulled away.
"What?" He said, panting slightly. Whenever he kissed her, even for a fraction of a second, he was always breathless.
"You are a... Really good kisser Billie Joe." She shook her head slightly.
"Not bad yourself." He grinned a opened the door for her, and then she offered her arm, with a grin.
"Thank you Mister Armstrong." She said as they linked arms. He grinned.
"So... Billie Joe, do you know how expensive this place is?" She whispered, hold her menu so that know else could see them.
"Yes, you deserve it." He said, glancing up at her, eyes sparkling.
"But it's... I didn't even think I was allowed to walk on the opposite street." She whispered. He chuckled.
"Order." HE commanded her, with a smile playing on his lips.
"It's all in French... I don't know how to read French... I didn't know you could... "
"I can't... I'm just ordering a salad... " He told her.
"Oh... "
"Can I take your order?" The waiter came up.
They ordered, with Cat messing up horribly trying to pronounce the French item.
"So... " Cat said, as they walked under the moonlight San Francisco streets (okay, if you've ever lived in San Fran... You know you can't even see the moon, but so what? Right? ). They were holding hands, with Billie Joe swinging them slightly, just walking with each other.
"You know, these damn shoes make my feet hurt... Hold on a sec, okay?" Cat dropped his hand, falling to the pavement, and took off her shoes, one by one. She stood up, flexed her toes a bit, and hooked her shoes to her purse.
"There." With that she took Billie Joe's hand again, and he continued to swing it back and forth, ever so slightly.
Cat grinned to herself. She loved just being with Billie Joe. Walking around in the slightly crowded streets, people yelling, honking at each other. How lovely.
"Your feet are kinda big... You know that?" Cat told Billie Joe.
They had come back to her place. They were sitting at her couch with each other, feet propped up on the coffee table.
"Huh... "
"You know what they say about guys with big feet... " She looked at him, a smile playing on her lips.
"Really? And what is that?" He said with a cheeky grin. This caught Cat off gaurd.
"Uhh... They have... Big toes." She said.
"Really? Want to know what else?" He said. Before Cat had a chance to ask, he had captured her mouth with his own. Sliding her hand through his hair, tugging on it slightly, they deepened the kiss.
He lowered her so she was lying on her back, him on top of her. Cat moaned into Billie Joe's ear as he kissed her neck. She wrapped her free leg around her waist, pulling him closer to her.
He felt her hand start to undo his belt, pulling it free from the belt loops. She giggled as he swept her up, carrying her to her bedroom, placing her on the bed. They slowly peeled each others clothes off, and relished in the feeling of each others bodies.
HE laid down next to her, smiling.
"I've wanted to do that forever." He said, tucking a strand of somewhat sweaty hair behind her ear.
"So have I... " She closed her eyes, sniggling up against his warm body, taking a deep breath of him.
He tucked his face into her sweet smelling hair, wrapping his arms around her.
Cat groaned as she turned over to hear knocking at the door. She slid out from under Billie Joe and the tangled sheets, grabbing the closest shirt, which happened to be Billie's, and some pants. She trudged over to the door, swinging it open.
"Cat!" She was soon enveloped into a hug, from her older sister, Megan.
"Hey! What are you doing here?" Cat said as they parted.
"Well, I can to visit Mom and Dad, and then I decided to stop by for awhile." She said, ruffling Cat's hair. Cat frowned, pulling away from her hand. She hated it when she did that.
Just then, Billie Joe walked out in just ants, as Cat was wearing his shirt. H was scratching his head, looking down slightly, squinting. He looked up and jumped slightly, he hadn't known someone else was there.
"Who is this?" Megan said, somewhat suggestively.
"Meg, this is Billie Joe, my boyfriend, and Billie, this is Meg, my sister." Billie yawned, slinging one arm around Cat's shoulders, holding out the other.
"Nice to meet you." Meg said, taking his hand.
"Likewise," He turned towards Cat. "You stole my shirt. I don't have another one here." He told her.
"That's okay... I like this better." She giggled and tickled his chest a little. He rolled his eyes, but smiled slightly, shivering under her touch.
"I was wondering... Can I steal Cat from you this afternoon?" Meg asked him.
"Sure... We gotta practise anyway," He glanced at his watch. "Like, now. Shit, Mike's gonna have a cow." He took Cat by the hand into her bedroom, so they could switch shirts. They walked back to the living room, and he kissed her on the cheek, whispering goodbye in her ear.
"Nice meeting you by the way!" He called over his shoulder as he left.
"Come in. You look all spiffy Billie Joe." Cat bit her lip and grinned, and her eyes sparkled. He loved it when her eyes sparkled, it was like she had her own private joke, and her eyes were laughing.
"You look extremely sexy." He handed her some purple lilies. She love purple lilies. He favorite.
"Thank you... Let me get a vase... " She wandered off to find a vase, and he heard a 'crap! ' He walked in to fine her looking through all her cabinets, and she found a really tall beer glass, and filled it with water. After she set the flowers in it, she took a few steps back, admiring it.
"Elegant." She whispered herself.
"Okay, I'm ready!" She grabbed her purse and started to the door.
"Wait!" Before she turned around, he grabbed her wrist, twirling her so she faced him, slipped his hand around her waist, pulling her close.
"I almost forgot... " He said, his nose almost touching hers. Then he kissed her.
"I was... Whoo... Waiting for you to do that. Damn Billie Joe... " She said, grinning as they pulled away.
"What?" He said, panting slightly. Whenever he kissed her, even for a fraction of a second, he was always breathless.
"You are a... Really good kisser Billie Joe." She shook her head slightly.
"Not bad yourself." He grinned a opened the door for her, and then she offered her arm, with a grin.
"Thank you Mister Armstrong." She said as they linked arms. He grinned.
"So... Billie Joe, do you know how expensive this place is?" She whispered, hold her menu so that know else could see them.
"Yes, you deserve it." He said, glancing up at her, eyes sparkling.
"But it's... I didn't even think I was allowed to walk on the opposite street." She whispered. He chuckled.
"Order." HE commanded her, with a smile playing on his lips.
"It's all in French... I don't know how to read French... I didn't know you could... "
"I can't... I'm just ordering a salad... " He told her.
"Oh... "
"Can I take your order?" The waiter came up.
They ordered, with Cat messing up horribly trying to pronounce the French item.
"So... " Cat said, as they walked under the moonlight San Francisco streets (okay, if you've ever lived in San Fran... You know you can't even see the moon, but so what? Right? ). They were holding hands, with Billie Joe swinging them slightly, just walking with each other.
"You know, these damn shoes make my feet hurt... Hold on a sec, okay?" Cat dropped his hand, falling to the pavement, and took off her shoes, one by one. She stood up, flexed her toes a bit, and hooked her shoes to her purse.
"There." With that she took Billie Joe's hand again, and he continued to swing it back and forth, ever so slightly.
Cat grinned to herself. She loved just being with Billie Joe. Walking around in the slightly crowded streets, people yelling, honking at each other. How lovely.
"Your feet are kinda big... You know that?" Cat told Billie Joe.
They had come back to her place. They were sitting at her couch with each other, feet propped up on the coffee table.
"Huh... "
"You know what they say about guys with big feet... " She looked at him, a smile playing on her lips.
"Really? And what is that?" He said with a cheeky grin. This caught Cat off gaurd.
"Uhh... They have... Big toes." She said.
"Really? Want to know what else?" He said. Before Cat had a chance to ask, he had captured her mouth with his own. Sliding her hand through his hair, tugging on it slightly, they deepened the kiss.
He lowered her so she was lying on her back, him on top of her. Cat moaned into Billie Joe's ear as he kissed her neck. She wrapped her free leg around her waist, pulling him closer to her.
He felt her hand start to undo his belt, pulling it free from the belt loops. She giggled as he swept her up, carrying her to her bedroom, placing her on the bed. They slowly peeled each others clothes off, and relished in the feeling of each others bodies.
HE laid down next to her, smiling.
"I've wanted to do that forever." He said, tucking a strand of somewhat sweaty hair behind her ear.
"So have I... " She closed her eyes, sniggling up against his warm body, taking a deep breath of him.
He tucked his face into her sweet smelling hair, wrapping his arms around her.
Cat groaned as she turned over to hear knocking at the door. She slid out from under Billie Joe and the tangled sheets, grabbing the closest shirt, which happened to be Billie's, and some pants. She trudged over to the door, swinging it open.
"Cat!" She was soon enveloped into a hug, from her older sister, Megan.
"Hey! What are you doing here?" Cat said as they parted.
"Well, I can to visit Mom and Dad, and then I decided to stop by for awhile." She said, ruffling Cat's hair. Cat frowned, pulling away from her hand. She hated it when she did that.
Just then, Billie Joe walked out in just ants, as Cat was wearing his shirt. H was scratching his head, looking down slightly, squinting. He looked up and jumped slightly, he hadn't known someone else was there.
"Who is this?" Megan said, somewhat suggestively.
"Meg, this is Billie Joe, my boyfriend, and Billie, this is Meg, my sister." Billie yawned, slinging one arm around Cat's shoulders, holding out the other.
"Nice to meet you." Meg said, taking his hand.
"Likewise," He turned towards Cat. "You stole my shirt. I don't have another one here." He told her.
"That's okay... I like this better." She giggled and tickled his chest a little. He rolled his eyes, but smiled slightly, shivering under her touch.
"I was wondering... Can I steal Cat from you this afternoon?" Meg asked him.
"Sure... We gotta practise anyway," He glanced at his watch. "Like, now. Shit, Mike's gonna have a cow." He took Cat by the hand into her bedroom, so they could switch shirts. They walked back to the living room, and he kissed her on the cheek, whispering goodbye in her ear.
"Nice meeting you by the way!" He called over his shoulder as he left.
