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Waking up in Bill's arms was an experience all too pleasurable for Hillary. The sunlight was breaking through and beginning to peek in through the blinds of his dorm window, but Bill still slept soundly. She looked up at him and saw that he looked entirely at peace, his mouth slightly open, and his hair once again reflecting some red from the sunlight that was creeping through. She was warm as well in his arms.
It was the kind of warm that standing close to a fire would evoke, or taking a sip of hot chocolate. For all these reasons she decided not to move, never wanting this feeling of utter bliss to end.
She thought over the night's events and especially of what they had done to each other. She had loved his touch on her last night and she was still dumbfounded at how comfortable she felt with him. The old Hillary, the Hillary who hadn't even wanted to come to Yale as her first choice, would most likely be amazed to see her present self wrapped up with a boy she had met a few days ago.
Still, Hillary now knew not to judge. Before, she had rolled her eyes at her high school friends for catching feelings too fast, but in a sense now she knew that feelings weren't something that came with a time schedule or limit. Feelings just were. She heard Bill mumble in his sleep and she briefly glanced up at him, he was still asleep.
Bill, the great mystery.
Yet, that mystery was starting to be solved as he revealed more about himself. His telling of his childhood bullying and why he became a bad boy had touched her heart. She had been able to tell that he had been opening up to her, and that doing so wasn't easy, but she had appreciated it greatly. He was proving to her that he didn't just want her physically but wanted so much more and that thought was overwhelming but in a good way. She herself had also opened up to him in return. She had meant what she said. She had a few friends and of course her family was a great support but all her life she had felt like she was just there, and not really being seen. She was an introvert, but she had always longed for someone who was genuinely interested in her thoughts, but she had always thought that sort of thing was only found in books and stories.
Not anymore.
No one had ever shown any interest in her thoughts the way Bill had.
The way he hung on to every word, with those piercing blue gray eyes gazing with focus, made her feel like she was the only person in the world to him when she spoke.
Breaking her thoughts, she felt Bill's muscled torso stir underneath her. She glanced up at him and was greeted by those sleepy eyes, his eyes seemed more gray in the morning.
"Hey, pretty baby. How long have you been up?" He asked his voice still slurring from having just awoken. She felt an involuntary reflex in her stomach at his nickname for her. This must be the butterflies in the stomach feeling people talk about, she thought.
"A few minutes I think," she said and relaid her head on his chest. He yawned and it was an adorable sound to her, she couldn't believe that she had thought he was only so full of spite and hate when she had first met him.
"I wanna kiss you, can I kiss you? Come here," he practically begged while gently tugging at her curls. There was just one problem: morning breath.
"Bill I didn't brush my teeth last night or this morning. I doubt kissing me would be too good right now," she said but scooting up to him all the same so she was no longer on his chest but laying on her side next to him. Bill, however didn't seem swayed.
"So? Neither did I, c'mon please. If you won't let me kiss your lips then I'll just shower your body with kisses," he said but then yawned again, obviously still waking up. She wasn't going to give in however, the thought of him smelling her morning breath horrified her.
"Nope," she said popping the P.
Bill pouted.
"I'll do it, I'll get my kisses somehow, pretty baby I can promise you that," he said. She wanted to see if he would and she shook her head no again. At this Bill took her hand and kissed the palm of it tenderly then leaned in to do the same to her neck, she didn't stop him and his lips were just as gentle on her neck. She trembled at his soft touch, she had never before been touched like this, as if she were made of glass or fine China. He touched her as if she were incredibly precious and might crack from the slightest pressure.
"How about that kiss now, darling?" He asked his southern accent becoming more prominent on the word 'darling.' She loved that accent and she hadn't thought much of it before, but she was noticing it more now.
"Still a nope," she giggled loving how surprised he looked. She loved keeping him on his toes and making him work for her.
"I'll just have to step up my method," he said and she watched curiously as he sunk down low so his face was facing her thighs. She continued to watch as he gently parted her legs and began to gently kiss her inner thighs. It tickled, and felt pleasing and she wished they could freeze this moment in time.
Time...
She glanced at the alarm clock that apparently hadn't gone off since it was eight thirty. She had already missed her first class and she currently would have been in the library as it was her free period. Bill continued to kiss her sensitive flesh. Warm lips touching soft skin.
"Bill, you didn't set the alarm. I need to get ready because I can still make it to my other three classes," she said. Bill paused from his kissing to look up at her.
"Skip," he said simply, eyes burning with morning desire. It was a tempting suggestion but she was still pragmatic and realized that skipping class wasn't a smart choice.
"I can't. Crap I didn't bring a change of clothes or anything," she said as Bill resumed his kissing. The soft smacking of his lips and tongue against her flesh was beginning to make the briefs she was wearing damp with arousal. She loved the feeling but she needed to focus and with him touching her in this way, she could only think of him, she got the feeling that was the idea.
"Bill seriously," she said a bit stern to get his attention. It worked and Bill at last stopped his kissing to come lay back beside her.
"Wear one of my shirts and your same jeans from yesterday, no one will notice. I'd offer you my jeans but you're too short," he said mischievously now fully awake.
"I'm not short Bill," she said a bit defensive, she didn't really like being small as she thought it made people not take her seriously. Bill took this opportunity to steal a quick peck on her lips, making good on his promise to get his kiss somehow. She didn't resist, despite her morning breath, it was like her lips needed the touch of his in order to be fully awake.
"Yes you are, it's adorable. I love it, I love looking down and seeing you next to me and I love how you can wrap around me easily. There's a spare toothbrush in my bathroom and you can use the shower if you want," he said obviously pleased with himself for having snagged a kiss. She herself sat up to get started with the day and she stumbled out of the too high from the ground bed, proving Bill's statement on her shortness and she heard him snickering.
She went over to his closet and decided on a gray sweatshirt that said 'Arkansas' on it.
"You should go to class too, Bill," she said pausing before going into the bathroom to look at him where he still laid on the bed watching her. He seemed to be undressing her with his eyes and it was too much. How could a person make you feel so much without even touching you?
"Maybe. Will I see you after class today?" He asked. She thought it was cute how he always asked this, it wasn't clingy, but it was more curious and hopeful like a child might ask when recess was.
"I guess so. You can call or come to my dorm room, but I don't like walking up here without you, it makes me look like one of those girls and it's awkward," she said, truthfully. She still thought that women could do what they want with their bodies but the fact that people might give her the label of being a floozy made her more hesitant to constantly be around the boy's dorms by herself. She only liked coming up here with Bill so it didn't look like she was intruding.
"Okay, but you should know this was a first. I don't let women stay the night, Hillary. I just want you to know that because you are different to me and no one would think you're 'one of those
girls' if they saw you around here, because you're too good for any of the guys here including me," he said sincerely. She nodded at his sentiment, but inside her stomach was again alive with butterflies.
She turned to go into the bathroom but his voice once again stopped her.
"Did you say crap earlier? That was almost a cuss word, you naughty girl," he said playfully the gray in his eyes overcoming the blue in swirls. She laughed but did go into the bathroom this time the butterflies in her stomach now in full somersault.

 

Bill had remained in his room long after Hillary had left for class smelling like his body wash and wearing his clothes. He wasn't planning on going to class, he was planning on trying to get his mind cleared from this bet, and now Bambi business. Bambi. He hated her, and he hated how she was trying to blackmail him. He had been extra tender with Hillary this morning to prove to her but maybe to prove more so to himself that he loved her, he loved her more than he had ever thought possible in his life. Last night with Bambi had tested him and while his love for Hillary had never wavered, his head was still pounding reminding him of what he had done. He was ashamed of himself even if what he had done wasn't that bad, he thought of that now.. He had followed Bambi to her room in order to get away from Scott's watching eyes. At the time he had thought that it would have been better to separate the two so then it was a more even "fight." He hadn't planned on physically fighting Bambi, he was an asshat but he decided long ago that he would never hit a woman, and he had his stepfather to thank for having placed that conviction in him. Still, he hadn't gone to Bambi's room planning to touch her. Fuck, he had been sure at that time that touching anyone else who wasn't Hillary would be hell. "Remember the last time you were here?" She had said turning to him as soon as they had stepped into her room. He had remembered alright. The last time they had been here had was the night of the bonfire when they had returned back to her dorm to fuck around. At that time the sex had been physically pleasing, but now having known what it was like to touch someone beyond the physically the thought sickened him. "No, Look, I want to know what your problem is," he had said crossing his arms as she had went over to sit on her bed. He had compared her room to Hillary's. Bambi's room had been more provocative in the fact that she had a hundred naughty posters of half naked men and women on her walls, and her lingerie was hanging off everywhere it could, including the doorknob to the bathroom and the latches on the window. He hadn't liked it now, old Bill had been turned on by the naughty decor but now he had thought it was too much. Hillary didn't need all this nonsense too turn him on. Bambi hadn't had a room mate either and unlike Hillary, her room was a mess, bras, underwear, and cigarette butts on the floor. "My problem? What's your problem? You've been acting like a prude. You've been acting like you're no longer attracted to me," she had said and had lifted her shirt over her head so she was sitting there with her all too big breasts hanging out of her red bra. He hadn't felt anything however, he had doubted he would ever feel anything, even physical attraction, to her again after what she had done to his Hillary. "Put your shirt back on Bambi," he had said annoyed. She had also seemed annoyed but did not listen to him and instead began to slip out of her pants. "What are doing? Stop," he had protested and gone over to stop her hands from undoing her zipper. Her hands however weren't delicate like Hillary's and had put up a fight. "You're just scared because you know you can't resist me," Bambi had said and between the two of the them struggling with keeping the zipper up or down, the whole thing had broken so the
zipper was crooked and immovable.
"Can you just calm down for a second without trying to jump my bones?" Bill had said now having stepped back from her.
"You want me, I know you do. Don't pretend like I'm not attractive or like you didn't enjoy our time together," she had sneered. He had only looked at her. She was conventionally attractive, she had all the assets men wanted: big boobs, long legs, and curves. Yet, he had found that he didn't find her attractive, not even for sex, like he had at first. He had now noticed the constant smirk that remained on her lips was mean and not sexy and that her eyes were incredibly cold.
"Why are you so obsessed with me? You can have any other guy you want and I told you I don't date," he had said. Fuck, did I really screw some sort of psycho who actually thought we were sexual soul mates, he had thought.
"Yeah but I want you and I'm going to have you because if not then I'll just tell Hillary about the bet," she had replied sneering.
They had come full circle and Bill had to make a decision. Was he going to go through with this to spare Hillary? He had known that if he would just tell Hillary about the damn bet then this problem could be cleared up, but he felt that it was too late. He had thought that if he told her then she would be hurt and would hate him and fuck he couldn't bear that. If he lost her he knew he would be destroyed, and he would try to keep that from happening. Still, Bambi and Scott were playing a game and he himself was good at poker, and had a few tricks up his sleeve.
"We can't have sex. I have an STD," he had said. He had been starting to see sex differently than how he had used to. Before it had been simply physical pleasure, a way to get off, but now having touched Hillary, he didn't want to give himself to anyone who wasn't her.
He had been sure of it then that the next time he had sex he would be giving all of himself both spiritual and physical to Hillary and he didn't want to taint himself further, he had wanted to be as pure, well as pure as possible for him to get, for her. If that had meant lying to Bambi and saying he had a STD, then so be it.
"Fucking hell, Bill. What's wrong with you? You're supposed to be careful with who you stick your dick in. I told you that redhead girl you were with had syphilis," Bambi had said believing him. He had thought it ironic how she was lecturing him on where he stuck his dick considering Bambi's vagina was like a drive through for dicks.
"That doesn't mean we can't do other things. Get over here and let me give you a lap dance," she had said in her typical not caring voice. He hadn't moved and instead she had came over to him and grabbed his ass. He hadn't liked that, he hadn't liked how her touch was rough and demanding as opposed to Hillary's whose touch was gentle and comforting.
"What the fuck? You're such a bimbo you know that? Your name has all the letters for bimbo minus the O," he had said and roughly removed her hands from his ass.
Bambi had for a second seemed upset, but quickly recovered. He had been sure that it was an act. "Whatever if you don't want to fool around tonight then fine. Let's just get high but you won't get off the hook so easy next time," she had said and had returned to sit on her bed. She had pulled out her marijuana and a huge vape from behind the pillow.
"Bill c'mon this is the alternative, get high with me and I won't tell Hillary," She had said. At that point he had been relived that she had stopped trying to touch him and before she could change her mind he had gone to sit as far away from her as he could on the bed. He had told Hillary he didn't smoke and that was true, he didn't smoke cigarettes because he didn't want to get lung cancer but he had done party drugs and marijuana before.
Bambi had gone first and then had handed him the vape.
He had grabbed it angrily and took his turn of the puff.
That's how the rest of the time at Bambi's had gone.
While she was high she had kept going on incoherently about how he would always want her. She had tried to grab onto his leg or any part of him, but he had shoved her away. As for himself, Bill had also gotten high but his thoughts were blurred and he didn't speak. For a moment, he had forgotten why he was there in the first place but then a thought stood out against all the other blurred ones: Hillary.
Bambi, who had now laid down on her side completely stoned and out of it, didn't protest as he had gotten up to leave.
He had made it back to his own dorm room in a daze and had been relieved to find Hillary still fast asleep. The side affects of the drug only seemed to intensify her beauty. Her peaceful face and lopsided glasses made her look more innocent and her protruding, plump, pink lower lip was tempting, but he hadn't dared touched her as he had worried it would wake her up. He had realized that he would have to get the smell of marijuana off him and he had gone to the bathroom to rinse his mouth with the mint mouthwash he had.
After that had been done, he had changed his tee shirt into an identical one and finally had slipped back into the bed quietly.
"Bill I love you," Hillary had mumbled and he had been sure he had woken her up, but her breathing was still deep and her eyes were still closed.
She had been sleep talking.
About him.
Even as stoned as he was that little sleepy statement of hers had touched his heart. He had gently wrapped his arms around her and held her close as he had tried to convince himself that he wasn't betraying her and that he hadn't betrayed her tonight.
As his mind returned to the present, he felt a fresh new wave of shame of keeping things from Hillary. Many things were going through his mind at once.
First how did Scott get his number? Had he snuck into his dorm room? That thought kept him worried and he was glad Hillary didn't like hanging around here by herself. Bill feared that if Scott found her here one in day in his room then the asshole would just lose it. Still, he briefly thought of a solution for this: the red brick house.
The house that had been for sale that Hillary had liked had remained tucked away in his mind, but now it came to the front of his thoughts.
He could buy it for them, he was sure he could afford it, and it would be nice to wake up every morning next to her, and the house wasn't far from campus. The question was would Hillary want to move in with him? Would he be rushing things?
The second thought was of Bambi, and if she would continue to blackmail him and what was the point of getting him high? It was probably a power trip, but he was sure of one thing: she knew about the bet and she hated Hillary.
He would have to find some leverage over Bambi in order to get her to back off.
His room was starting to feel so fucking empty and quiet without Hillary and he couldn't stay here any longer. He had to keep busy. He got up and intended to get ready quickly, in order to go check out the red brick house.

 

Hillary was seething with rage. She had made it to her other classes but like always criminal law was terrible. Again, when arriving to the class she found a buffer between Bambi and herself but that hadn't mattered in the end. Bambi had been snorting some sort of powder the entirety of class and the professor hadn't said anything. Hillary had been astonished by this, she knew professors didn't care about what students did in class, but she was sure doing drugs in class fell against protocol and campus rules. Still, a blind eye had been turned to Bambi's incompetence.
That hadn't been the worst part.
The worst part wasn't Bambi's snorting, or her weird looks as if she knew something Hillary didn't, but the worst part was when she was asked to stay after class by the professor.
"What is it, sir?" She had asked innocently. She didn't have any idea why he would want to see her.
"Miss. Rodham, I would just like you to know that next time you have a complaint you can bring it to me personally instead of leaving a letter on my desk," he had said. She had been about to inquire about this letter when he took it out and handed it back to her.
"I apologize if the way I smell bothers you but you can sit in the back row starting tomorrow and I
He hated her, and he hated how she was trying to blackmail him.
He had been extra tender with Hillary this morning to prove to her but maybe to prove more so to himself that he loved her, he loved her more than he had ever thought possible in his life. Last night with Bambi had tested him and while his love for Hillary had never wavered, his head was still pounding reminding him of what he had done. He was ashamed of himself even if what he had done wasn't that bad, he thought of that now..
He had followed Bambi to her room in order to get away from Scott's watching eyes. At the time he had thought that it would have been better to separate the two so then it was a more even "fight." He hadn't planned on physically fighting Bambi, he was an asshat but he decided long ago that he would never hit a woman, and he had his stepfather to thank for having placed that conviction in him.
Still, he hadn't gone to Bambi's room planning to touch her. Fuck, he had been sure at that time that touching anyone else who wasn't Hillary would be hell.
"Remember the last time you were here?" She had said turning to him as soon as they had stepped into her room.
He had remembered alright. The last time they had been here had was the night of the bonfire when they had returned back to her dorm to fuck around. At that time the sex had been physically pleasing, but now having known what it was like to touch someone beyond the physically the thought sickened him.
"No, Look, I want to know what your problem is," he had said crossing his arms as she had went over to sit on her bed. He had compared her room to Hillary's. Bambi's room had been more provocative in the fact that she had a hundred naughty posters of half naked men and women on her walls, and her lingerie was hanging off everywhere it could, including the doorknob to the bathroom and the latches on the window. He hadn't liked it now, old Bill had been turned on by the naughty decor but now he had thought it was too much. Hillary didn't need all this nonsense too turn him on.
Bambi hadn't had a room mate either and unlike Hillary, her room was a mess, bras, underwear, and cigarette butts on the floor.
"My problem? What's your problem? You've been acting like a prude. You've been acting like you're no longer attracted to me," she had said and had lifted her shirt over her head so she was sitting there with her all too big breasts hanging out of her red bra. He hadn't felt anything however, he had doubted he would ever feel anything, even physical attraction, to her again after what she had done to his Hillary.
"Put your shirt back on Bambi," he had said annoyed. She had also seemed annoyed but did not listen to him and instead began to slip out of her pants.
"What are doing? Stop," he had protested and gone over to stop her hands from undoing her zipper. Her hands however weren't delicate like Hillary's and had put up a fight.
"You're just scared because you know you can't resist me," Bambi had said and between the two of the them struggling with keeping the zipper up or down, the whole thing had broken so the don't want this kind of conflict with you again," the professor had said and left the room before she could protest. He had seemed embarrassed.
She hadn't left a letter but she knew that there was only one person who could be behind this: Bambi.
She had read over the letter it said:
'Professor Blackwell, on behalf of all the students in class I would like to mention that you smell terrible. I left some deodorant along with this note and I hope you use it.
All the best, Hilary. '

 

It was rude and definitely Bambi's doing, and she hadn't even spelled Hillary's name right. Still there had been no way to prove it as the letter was written by typewriter.
So now she was currently seething
as she sat on her bed and wrote May a long note explaining the night's events with Bill. She hadn't seen her room mate all day and now realizing that not having told her about sleeping over at Bill's that May might have been worried about her. She also thought the note was more useful and would save her time and her voice. When she was done she stuck it on their bathroom mirror as she knew her friend was always looking in the mirror. She paused now and looked at reflection as well. Bill's sweatshirt was comfortably oversized on her and it smelled just like him, along with the rest of her as she had used his body wash to shower this morning. His scent was everywhere in her hands, under the neck of the sweatshirt, and in her hair. She had to resist the urge to sniff her hair every so often to relive that smell.
'And if I were in you, I would never fucking pull out,'. His words from last night came back to her and she flushed at how pleasing the thought of him completely engulfing her was. She heard her telephone ring and thinking it was Bill himself, she immediately went to it.
"Hello?" She asked and could practically hear the excitement in her voice. It wasn't Bill, however. "Hillary? It's your mother. Why haven't you called us? We were so worried we had to call the school and get someone to tell us your telephone number," her mother's familiar voice said.
She felt a bit guilty for not having called, but she had been caught up with class, caught up with Bill.
"I'm sorry I've been busy. I'm really sorry. Class here has been great and I've been staying ahead on my work," she said knowing her mother liked to know all these details.
"That's lovely, hillybean. It's fine that you didn't call sweetheart, it's just that we got worried when you didn't call in a week. The last time we spoke to you on the phone was when you left your hotel to drive to the campus. Did your bug make it alright?" She asked. Hillary groaned thinking of how her car was still not fixed. It had been her idea to drive to Connecticut alone as the idea of taking a quiet road trip by herself with her audiobooks had been appealing to her. The only problem had been that it had meant taking her slugbug which was ancient and seemed to have taking it's revenge by wheezing out.
"It was fine when I first got here, but a few days later it stopped working I'll get it fixed soon," she said. Maybe Bill could help her with getting her car fixed, if not and it really was time to say sayonara to her beloved bug, she had begun to grow fond of his own flamboyant mustang. "Okay. Hillary I'm glad you finally answered your father just reminded me of why we've been so impatient to get ahold of you. You know that job in New York City you applied for a month ago? They called the house a few days ago and said that they would love to have you working with them," her mother said excitedly. Hillary knew exactly what job her mother was referring to. A month ago on an annual trip to New York, she had applied to be a legal assistant in one of the biggest law firms in New York City. She hadn't been sure of where she had wanted to go to law school but she had decided to apply anyways as it would be good experience. Her original plan was that if she got the job, then she would transfer to columbia law school. She had been so indecisive then, her first choice had been Harvard but she needed a change of scenery from
Massachusetts, and New York seemed glamorous but without the job she was unsure she could make it in the big apple. So she had settled for Yale, safe secure, Yale.
"That's nice, mom. Can you give me the number they called you from so I can get in touch with them?" She asked. She methodically jotted down the number her mother read out loud for her. "Are you going to accept the job?" Her mother asked.
She didn't know. It would mean leaving Bill and the thought of that pained her very much.
"I don't know, mom it's complicated. I have friends here now," she said. Truth be told, she had forgotten all about the job in the first place since they had never called back. She had just been going through the motions, going to law school and falling into the familiar routine of classes and assignments.
"It sounds like more than that. Is it a boy? Hillary Diane Rodham you promised me when you had your first boyfriend you would tell me all about it," her mother said jokingly over the phone. She had promised that, but only because her mother made her and had been worried about Hillary being a late bloomer. Her mother had basically interrogated her about all the boys she knew but upon realizing Hillary had done nothing with them, had made her daughter promise to just tell her when she got involved with a boy so they wouldn't have to go through that tedious process again. It had been funny at the time, and Hillary had never thought she would have a boyfriend but here she was.
If only you could see him mom, he has these beautiful eyes that look like they fell from the sky, she thought.
"Mom, relax I told you I was busy. His name is Bill Clinton. He's very nice and sweet to me and he's also very smart. He went to Oxford and he plays the saxophone," she said gushing about Bill. Her Bill.
"He sounds lovely sweetie and as long as you are happy I'm glad for you. I hate having to end our call but I have to start on the food. Your father and I are going to the Jeffersons house for a potluck and we can't be late," she said. Hillary understood. Jefferson potluck's consisted of square dancing and watching reruns of legendary baseball games. Her parents loved it, and she was glad they had friends to keep them grounded.
"Okay I'll talk to you soon mom," she said and after exchanging goodbyes she hanged up. She didn't know what she was going to do about whether she would go to New York or stay in New Haven. She wanted to stay with Bill, but she didn't know if a year or two from now he would still want her. It wasn't that she doubted his love for her, but she didn't know if he was thinking ahead for them, or even a future. She would need to talk to him about this soon.

 

Bill had gotten back to campus after looking at the house. As expected, he could afford it and on an impulse he had bought it with a 3% down payment. The monthly payment of the house would be $175. It fell well within his budget and he had enough stored away that he could pay the first four months easily without having to get a job, yet.
Still, he had only bought it for Hillary and now since he had gone and bought the fucking house, he would have to ask her about it. He was walking across the student quad when a voice stopped him.
"Hey you're Bill right?" Hillary's room mate asked. Yeah, pretty obvious, he thought, but answered all the same.
"Yeah. You're Hillary's room mate right? Is she okay? Did she ask for me or something?" He asked not knowing any other reason why this girl would be talking to him.
She shook her head.
"Yeah I'm Hillary's room mate, my name is May. Hillary's fine I assume, I haven't seen her all day but I wanted to talk to you about something."
Something? Fucking hell, he hated when people said they had to talk about something.
"Okay so talk to me," he said trying to conceal his impatience. He was still annoyed at the fact the she had looked at him the other day as if he was going to hurt Hillary.
"I saw you leaving Bambi's room last night. What were you doing there? I thought you were with Hillary," May said.
Damn it all to hell.
"I am with Hillary. Look I don't know what you think you saw, but it wasn't what it seemed. Bambi was drunk and I had to take her back to her room before she could embarrass herself by passing out, outside the boy's dorms," he lied. He lied effortlessly. He had been used to weaving lies in the past but now he felt dirty. For the first time since he had begun to lie, was beginning to feel that this was wrong.
"Fine. It's strange though that you just happened to be awake and see from outside your window that she was drunk," May said suspiciously. He hated this! The last thing he needed was for any of this nonsense to make it's way back to Hillary, then she would never move in with him!
"If you don't want to take my word for it then fine. Just know that I make Hillary happy and if you go telling her your conspiracy theories then you'll hurt her. Also what were you doing up so late at night?" He retorted. It had been really late when he had left bimbo's room. The girl just blushed and he rolled his eyes. So here she was interrogating him but she had been the one playing hanky panky while Hillary was out of the room.
"Whatever, look just don't go saying anything that is not true and will hurt Hillary, okay?" He didn't wait for an answer and instead just strutted off to find Hillary.

 

When Bill had suggested on going for a ride through the back roads she had agreed. He had packed a blanket and several pillows for them as he planned to stargaze, she however as she watched him drive, felt like she was watching the brightest star.
In the past few days she had gotten more of a sense of who he was.
He was an Icarus to her, flying too close to the sun, but he was also the sun. He was ambitious, magnetic, fierce, but also gentle. So gentle. How could she leave him? Would she? She got the feeling that if she were to leave him and move to the city that never sleeps, that she would feel more lonely there even though she would be surrounded by people. At last they came to an open field that Bill said would be perfect for stargazing. He helped her out of the car like a gentlemen, then placed the blanket on the ground and dramatically fluffed the pillows making her laugh. They sat on the blanket and he used the second fleece cover to wrap around them.
"How was class?" He asked and kissed the top of her hair. Thoughts of Bambi came back to her and she shifted uncomfortably.
"It was fine. Except criminal law. Bambi forged this letter and pawned it off to the professor pretending it was me who wrote and he found it on his desk and was upset with me," she said pulling out the letter from the back of her jean pockets and giving it to Bill who read it.
"So did he keep the deodorant?" Bill asked making her laugh.
"I guess so he didn't return those," she said through laughs. She could tell something was on Bill's mind even though he smiled at her. What was it? Was he going to tell her more about his childhood? Was that why they were here?
She herself must have had a look in he eyes because in his typical fashion, Bill called her out on it. "You want to tell me something. So tell me," he said. She felt a lump in her throat, but she cared for him deeply and would tell him anyways.
"A few months ago I applied for a job in New York City and well I got a call today telling me I got the job. If I take it, it would mean transferring to columbia law school. I don't know if I want to, though. The job is with one of the most prestigious law firms in the city and I don't know," she rambled on and when she finally looked at him she saw that he was visibly upset.
"Bill? Bill? What's wrong?"
The thought of her leaving was what wrong. How could he compete with an offer like the one she was mentioning of going to New York City?
Fuck, would he lose her? He wanted her to do what was best for her and he didn't want to deny
her of anything the world had to offer, but he also wanted to be with her.
"Bill. I don't know whether I want to accept the offer. I want to stay here with you but," her voice trailed off. There she was again! Since day one she had him completely under her spell of her thoughts.
"But what, Hillary?" He asked softly.
She seemed to be struggling with voicing her thoughts out loud and her huge blue eyes were fixated on him.
"But, look I hate that this sounds like I'm being clingy or pushy. It's just I'm ready to turn down this offer to stay with you but I need to know what this is do you think of a future with me?" She asked her voice small and even in the dark he could see her face going red.
A future?
Yes, he had thought about it. He wanted to continue to date her and know her more and he didn't ever think he could get tired of that.
She seemed to take his silence as a different meaning however.
"I know we just started being together and that it's pushy to ask-" her words were cut off by his hands over her mouth.
"I like pushy, and now it's my turn to be pushy. Hillary I have thought of a future with you, to continue to grow in our relationship. Hell, you know that house you said you liked? My lovesick dumb ass went and bought it for you. Stay here, stay with me," he said dropping his hands from her mouth.
Her eyes grew big and her mouth was slightly agape.
"You really bought that house?" She whispered. He nodded.
"Yeah and if you want we can move in together and I'll take care of you, pretty baby. If you don't want to that's fine too, go to New York then. Do what you want but just know that I'll love you whether you're here or in New York or anywhere else in the world," he said. At the beginning he had made fun of himself for sounding like a sappy fucking poem but now he didn't care. He was speaking from the heart and that was something he hadn't done before either.
"I'm staying here, with you, always," she said and wrapped her arms around his neck to his delight and he had kissed her gently.
It was now dark enough that the stars were out and as they laid on each other watching them, she felt such a philosophical feeling come over her. To watch the stars with someone she loved deeply reminded her that despite all the galaxies out there and infinite spaces of time she had been able to exist at the same time as the person laying beside her, they had been able to find each other.
She had agreed to move in with him because he had once again proven that he was about action and not just words and was constantly showing her that he was serious about her, about them. She was aware of what people would say.
'Too early' 'Too fast' but as long as Bill was by her side she felt like she could face the criticism. Bill didn't care what anyone thought about him, and that was refreshing.
"You know all those stars don't compare to your eyes," Bill said lullingly. Butterflies soared once more in her lower abdomen.
"So beautiful. So pure," Bill went on as he turned on his side to look at her. She leaned in closer to him so her face was buried in his chest and his fingers stroking her hair. When she pulled back to look at him she saw that he seemed almost sad, but it quickly disappeared again.
Bill the mystery.
His eyes were more blue now and the gray were little specks.
"Your eyes are more gray in the morning," she voiced her thoughts out loud. He raised an eyebrow.
"Very observant. I see your staring has done you good," he said and they kissed. He kissed her like if he was going to lose her and she felt that maybe this was from the thought of her going away to New York. His need for her tonight was great and she felt it by his gentle tug of pulling her closer. Lips moving in rhythm and making magic with each other, she felt like if they were made of starlight. Hips grinding against each other in one cosmic boom, and she felt like the universe itself hung on his lips.
His lips were the galaxies's edge and they were as warm as the sun itself. He was her black hole, a gravitational field so intense that the matter that was her body or mind could not escape.
And she didn't want to.
They were binary stars, each of them orbiting the common center which was their love for each other and the need for more touch, more closeness. She wrapped one leg around his waist. "You're made of stardust, baby. You don't belong to this world," he moaned as he helped her hoist herself so she was wrapped around his waist. His grind against her picked up speed and every atom of her body seemed to be at his mercy.
Their lips continued to make that sweet universal magic until at last they had broken apart, each breathing in the other's stardust.

 

Bill had taken Hillary back to her room. It would be the last night they spent apart and as he was walking to his own room he felt a wave of emotions come over him. Relief and fucking joy beyond joy that she wanted to stay with him. When he had been kissing her under the stars he had felt an urgency to just be with her forever. He had told her that they would begin moving their stuff into the house tomorrow and fuck he could not wait. He felt that with being away from the campus, there would be less of a chance of her finding out about the bet and Scott and Bambi would have to fuck off.
"Speak of the devil," he muttered as he opened the door to his room and found Bambi lying down on his bed.
"Get the fuck out. What are you doing here?" He asked. Seriously, he had enjoyed her provocative ways before because it had been a quick fuck but now it was just ridiculous. He was beginning to realize that Bambi's only decent asset was her body and that she lacked personality. "I told you, you wouldn't get off the hook this easy. Fuck me. Fuck me this once and I'll leave you alone after," she said.
That got his attention, but how did he know she would leave him alone? Plus he wasn't too fond on the idea of touching her but if it was a one and done deal and she would keep her word then he would consider it, fuck he hated this.
"How do I know you'll really leave me alone?" He asked. Bambi raised her brows, obviously thinking he was interested.
"Because I'll be satisfied and able to move on because you didn't reject me," she said in a small voice. What the actual fuck? What was she upset about? Still, he didn't want to actually fuck her, damn it! If what she wanted was validation then maybe he could make a deal of his own. He wouldn't fuck her, that was out of the question, but he could engage in something else.
"Look, how about we don't fuck but I don't know. You know that thing we did a while back? We could do that and you can leave me alone," he said.
From the look in her eyes she knew exactly what he was referring to.
"You mean the mutual masturbation?" Bambi said in her bimbo voice, He rolled his eyes and he hated the guilt he felt in his chest.
"So it's a deal? We do the thing and you leave me the fuck alone?" He asked.
It wasn't cheating.
It meant nothing, he thought.
Still his mind was filled with Hillary's star shining eyes and he wanted to rip the image from his brain.
It's not cheating, it was his own insurance, his own deal to get her to leave him alone. She would get her win over him and move on to the next dope. It would also be a final hooah to his old ways. One and done deal. It wasn't sex, so he could stay pure and give that part of himself to Hillary. "It's a deal," she said and he began to unbuckle his belt.

 

"I need to talk to you," May said as soon as Hillary entered their room. Hillary herself had gone to lie down on her bed. Her bed felt small compared to Bill's.
"Did you read my note?" Hillary asked not wanting to have to repeat everything she had previously written.
"I did, but it's not about that. It's about Bill," May said. That got her attention. Had Bill come to the dorm again looking for her earlier today, like he had before?
"What about Bill?" She asked. The look on May's face was making her concerned and her Bill butterflies were now in a storm, the butterfly affect, and it didn't feel too pleasing.
"I saw him leaving Bambi's room last night," her room mate said. Hillary shook her head, she didn't believe it, Bill had been with her the whole night. She grew a bit defensive over Bill especially after his confession and back story of having been bullied. It was because he was left alone, defenseless and bullied that he had turned into the mean boy she had first met.
"He was with me, last night I told you in the note. You must have been seeing things," she said. May was persistent though and she was looking at Hillary with sympathy.
"I know what I saw, Hillary," she said. That look of sympathy was annoying her! She hated being pitied.
"You're lying or you saw wrong! Bill was with me, and you're just jealous because I went to a party without you," she said somewhat shouting. It didn't sound like her, she was never this mean or defensive but she didn't want to hear this, it wasn't true. She didn't need seeds of doubt being planted in her mind when she was going to move in with Bill.
May was obviously hurt.
"I was just trying to help you," she whispered. Hillary couldn't take this, she was always a private person and although May was her friend she didn't know all there was to her and Bill. She didn't know how Bill completed her and how he looked at her as if she had hung the moon itself.
"I don't need your help, goodnight," she said a bit harshly and rolled over onto her side and shut off the lamp light. She didn't believe it, not after what Bill had said and not after he had bought the house.
Bill wouldn't betray her that much she was certain of.