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Sweatpants
Billie does not realize it at first, too distracted by everything that is Stevie, is too interested in trying to get her attention to give her clothes that much notice. After they start dating and Billie stops constantly putting on a show vying for her attention, that is when Billie notices she has never seen Stevie in pants ever, not once, not even in winter. Even when she stays the night Billie finds Stevie in cute little night dresses or if Billie is really lucky, sexy lingerie.
The closest thing Billie has ever seen Stevie wear to pants are the skorts she wears during gym class and for extracurricular sports as a whole. She has a whole drawer full of them in her dresser, two for every day of the week. God forbid she wear the same one twice in one day. The thing is Billie has never even seen her in those outside of after school sports and gym class, every other time it is dresses and skirts only.
It is not like Billie is complaining she is not, she loves Stevie in a skirt even the ugly kaki one she sometimes wears that goes all the way to her ankles that Billie teases her about. Billie likes to catch the hem of her skirts and threatens to toss them up, Stevie putting up a fuss even though she knows Billie is only teasing. Billie never actually did it before they were dating and she would never dare do that now, not when they are not alone at least.
Billie loves Stevie in a dress, likes the way she can get up under them, the easy access, the way it feels like she is in a different universe when it is some floor length number that washes the world in some pastel color as she makes Stevie moan. The shorter ones are her favorites, especially when Stevie pairs them with a killer pair of heels that make her long, long legs look even longer, all creamy spotted flesh. Really she loves them all, she does not even mind wearing a dress from time to time herself as long as it is on her terms, fuck anyone trying to make her wear something she does not want to be wearing.
She just finds it strange that she has never seen Stevie in so much as a pair of sweats or even leggings. She finds it baffling so much so that she cannot get the question out of her mind until it bursts from her lips while Stevie is kissing a trail across her bare stomach. "You never wear pants." It comes out more like an accusation than a question.
Stevie screws up her mouth as she looks up at Billie with a snort "What?" She asks, sliding up onto her elbows, putting a little space between them as she peers at Billie.
Billie weighs her options, on one hand getting off is of real interest to her right now but she is undeniably too curious to just leave it now that it is out there. "Pants. You know pants, like the ones you helped me get out of a few minutes ago," here she pauses unable to resist a tongue waggle and a shake of her hips that makes Stevie giggle and shake her head. "Never seen you wear any, what's up with that?"
"You've seen me wear skorts plenty of times." Stevie says with an eye roll hissing when Billie flicks her nose.
"That's not pants, if anything they are shorts, like if you squint and pants are different. Yeah, you know they cover your whole leg. Come in a variety of styles jean, sweat, dress, etcetera and somehow despite dating for nearly a year I've never seen you in any, not even some preppy kaki capris, which let's be honest are right up your fucking alley sugar tits."
"Don't call me that." Stevie fusses, pulling at her bra strap to make it more comfortable on her shoulder, Billie reaches over and smooths her fingers over the tender red line left in its wake.
"Where are you hiding all of your pants pretty girl, show me the goods." Billie insists, hooking her finger under that same bra strap and dragging it back down grinning as Stevie huffs in annoyance and drags it back up breast jiggling lightly.
“I don’t have any.” She admits, smacking Billie’s hand away when it moves back in toward the strap, instead she deviates and goes right for her boob, making them both shake with a light smack on top of both where the cup of her bra cuts off, there is not much wiggle given the structure of her bar but there is enough to make Billie smile, eyes caught on them. ”Stop it.” Stevie fusses, cheeks going pink, as she rolls onto her back, only succeeding in making her breast slide out of the formed cups, the bar only really succeeding in keeping them from sliding to the sides as she lays there revealing more to Billie.
“How do you not own any pants?” Billie asks, a little baffled, taking full advantage and rolling on top of Stevie, straddling her hips and trying to wriggle a hand under her back to unhook her bra and gain full access.
“They’re unlady like.” Stevie offers with a shrug, lifting up just enough to let Billie get one hand under her before letting her weight drop back, trapping Billie’s hand and making it impossible to reach the clasp on her bra. Billie glowers down at her, as she keeps trying to reach it without dragging her hand out from under her.
“What?” Billie asks somewhat distracted as she keeps trying, face pinched up as she gets nowhere and Stevie just laughs at her, so Billie changes tactics, just flops forward, letting all of her weight press Stevie down as she rests her head on Stevie’s breast, heaving a content sigh as Stevie shakes her head.
“My mom she buy all of my clothes always has” Billie nods her head without lifting, yeah she has never seen Stevie buy clothes but Billie does not really like shopping, is in and out of a store in fifteen minutes with or without the item she went in for so she has never really noticed because shopping is not something they do together. ”She doesn’t buy me pants never has.”
“Never?” Billie frowns, trying to fathom little baby Stevie never having even been in little toddler pants, frown deepening as she turns her head up toward Stevie’s to catch her shaking her head. "Not even pajama pants, sweats?" Billie asks her voice a little high even to her own ears.
"Nope."
"And you never got some for yourself, I mean your folks are gone a lot your mom wouldn't even notice." Billie drops a kiss against Stevie's chest when she gives an uncomfortable squirm at the mention of her absent parents.
Stevie gives an awkward shrug jostling Billie a little as she blows a breath out that ruffles the locks of hair that have fallen into her face. "No, never really occurred to me, I just don't wear pants, it's not a big deal, why are you being so weird about this?" She asks, mouth twisting into a frown as her brows pinch.
"Because pants are amazingly comfortable, like sweatpants during winter here in Hawkins are a personal favorite." Billie gushes, reaching a hand up and smoothing her fingers over Stevie’s brow.
"Yes I am well acquainted with your love of sweatpants, you kept wearing the same ones for a solid week when you stayed here during that blizzard." Stevie says with an eye roll before she pinches her nose up at the memory, Billie had been very annoyed to get out of the shower one day to find her beloved sweats missing and one of Stevie’s night dresses in its place when Stevie had stolen them and tossed them in the washer. "Not all of us need an unhealthy obsession with leg wear." Stevie snorts before it trails off into laughter as Billie blows a raspberry between her breasts.
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Billie drops it for all of two days before she starts trying to get Stevie into a pair of pants, any pants it does not matter the kind she just wants to see her in them, to make her experience them. The thing is it is difficult to stage anything her girl scout of a girlfriend is not prepared for. Billie is utterly baffled and annoyed when Stevie pulls out a new outfit at every turn.
She tries making her gym clothes disappear, a pair of her own already waiting but she forgot about Stevie’s after-school skort and practice has been canceled for this afternoon so she will not even need them later. Billie disappears into the locker room to make Stevie’s clothes diaper again, the ones she had shown up to school in this morning. Stevie puts up a fuss shooting suspicious eyes between her and Toni who definitely is going to give Billie away with all of her giggling. Billie elbows her in the stomach and shoots Stevie a smile, she knows it is not fooling anyone, least of all Stevie who just purses her lips. Billie is annoyed when Stevie disappears only to reappear with a garment bag containing another outfit.
Billie has a glower on her face as she heads to her next class, eyes trailing Stevie and her near floor length dress wondering if she can convince Stevie into a quickie in the janitor’s closet. Her hopes are dashed when Stevie disappears into her next class before Billie can catch up to her. Still she is not deterred from her original goal, she has a bag full of clothes in her locker just waiting for the right moment.
She tries again at lunch, accidentally spills the chocolate milk Carl is drinking all over Stevie’s dress. There is a lot of shrieking from both Stevie and Carl over the spilt milk and Billie knows for sure that Steve is onto her when she gets a firm kick under the table before Stevie disappears again. Billie is about ready to bang her head against the table when Stevie shows up in a knee-length ensemble looking perfect and Billie once again wants to get up under it and is left wanting as the bell rings and Stevie disappears into the crowd with one final glare in her direction.
Billie figures in for a penny in for a pound but she is not sure how to get one more try in before the day ends with none of their classes matching up. It turns out she does not have to, there are varying stories about what exactly went down in the science lab but they all end the same way with Stevie getting a lap full of dead frog. Billie is gleefully looking for her girlfriend, bag full of spare clothes tossed over her shoulder at the end of the day, unfortunately science is Stevie’s last class but better late than never.
She is disappointed not to find her anywhere in the building, afraid she went home to change already until she finds out from a blushing Toni that Stevie is waiting out in the parking lot. Billie understands the blush when she makes it outside to find Stevie leaning up against her Camaro in a skirt that barely covers her ass and a top that is showing a lot more skin than Mrs. Harrington would ever approve of. She lets out a whistle of appreciation as she slides up to Stevie, tight lipped as she pulls the cigarette from her mouth and glares at Billie.
“Are you going to explain what the hell you’ve been up to today?” Stevie asks, smoke billowing forth as Billie steals her cigarette and takes a drag herself.
“Haven’t been up to anything.” She denies, leaning in close until their hips are touching as she pops the cigarette between Stevie’s shiny lip, hands dropping to skim over the tops of her thighs, brushing just under the hem of her skirt, such a distraction. “I don’t know what’s caused your string of bad luck baby,” Stevie snorts in disbelief, puffing more smoke between them “but I am not complaining if it gets you dressed like this, why do you even have an outfit like this just hanging out in your car?”
"Never know when you're going to take an unexpected trip into the city to enjoy the nightlife." Stevie says with a shrug, long fingers plucking the cigarette back from her mouth and offering it to Billie who snaps her teeth around it with a grin, plan forming. “Would prefer not to be wearing it on a Thursday afternoon in the school parking lot though.” Stevie hisses, pinching at Billie’s nipple hard through her thin shirt and bra, cigarette dropping with the shocked little moan she lets out. The two of them are quickly bouncing apart as the cigarette falls between them threatening to burn.
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Billie gives it a whole week, giving Stevie time to forget about all of Billie’s ploys before she tries something new. She waits until Friday after school to tell Stevie they are taking a trip “Where exactly are we going?” Stevie asks with a raised eyebrow when Billie grabs her arm before she can get in her car.
“I want to see some more of that nightlife attire, figure we’ll go to the city, make a weekend of it, already booked us a room and everything.” Billie says, giving her best charming smile as Stevie mulls it over.
“Can we get breakfast at Mallari’s, I like their eggs benedict.” Stevie asks and Billie grins wide using her grip on Stevie’s wrist to pull her close for a quick kiss.
“Yeah sure, I have to take Max home and get my stuff, be around in an hour to pick you up.”
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Billie hustles Stevie and her two bags into the Camaro an hour and a half later, scoffing offense when Stevie points out her car gets better gas mileage. There is not a chance they are taking her car full of extra outfits that would make Billie’s plan dead in the water. The drive is not long, just thirty minutes to the motel close to city nightlife and Billie snatches all of the bags up before Stevie can try after they have their key. She makes it a point to deposit her own bag and Stevie’s makeup bag in one arm, Stevie’s duffle full of clothes hanging from the other as they head to their room around back Billie parking so they have to walk by the pool claiming she does not want her car scratched.
It is easy, so easy to let the bag just slip from her fingers as they walk past the pool, feigning surprise as Stevie rushes forward to try and rescue the bag, even easier to bump into her pretending to help and send Stevie herself into the water. She comes up spitting and coughing and yelling at Billie, who is apologizing and laughing in equal masseur, though only one is sincere.
“Oh shit baby let me help you out.” Billie tries to come off as genuine but she is pretty sure by the glare Stevie is sending her that she is missing the mark. She is also pretty sure that the only reason Stevie takes her hand and does not drag her down into the water is her other bag full of makeup and face creams and other odds and ends still hanging off of Billie’s other arm.
Billie’s boots get soaked as she drags Stevie up and water comes up with her, sliding down over her body painting the hot cement darker. As soon as she is on solid ground and no longer at risk of falling back in she is snatching her hand away with an angry glare, grabbing the keys and stomping off with her bag full of wet clothes to their room. Billie trails after her at a slower pace not wanting to bang on the hornets’ nest she has already knocked down.
“Hey, hey” Billie calls, going for soothing as she walks in to find Stevie aggravatedly hanging her wet clothes in the closet to dry, sliding up to her and taking the blouse from her hands before she can rip it. “How about you take a nice hot shower, I got some clothes you can borrow.” Billie reassures, groaning when Stevie’s elbow grazes her abdomen as she turns, she is pretty sure that was intentional and Stevie stomps into the bathroom with her toiletry bag slamming the door hard.
So maybe pushing Stevie into the pool was over bored but Billie is nothing if not persistent, had even gone so far as to pick a motel with a consistently out of order washer and dryer. She does hang up all of Stevie’s clothes and mourns the slinky lingerie she will not be getting to see on Stevie given their current state before laying out the club appropriate clothes she brought just for Stevie, skinny jeans she is sure will fit Stevie like a glove and one of Billie’s own more modestly ripped up old band shirts that shows some skin but not as much as Billie normal does.
When Stevie steps out of the bathroom steam billowing out around her she is more relaxed and less irritated but there is still an edge as her eyes settle on Billie lounged across the bed. “You had better have something I can wear.” She says hip cocked, towel knotted over her breast keeping it in place as she stares Billie down. Billie grins, pointing to the outfit laid out and waiting at the end of the bed. “No Billie like pajamas, I don’t even have dry panties or a bra I’m not going out.” Stevie says through pursed lips irritation seeping back in.
Billie frowns at not having thought this through better because of course she knows Stevie’s firm stance on panties not being optional and unlike Billie there is no way Stevie would be comfortable going out braless, a simple oversight Billie curses herself for under her breath. Billie still gets distracted thinking about Stevie dancing around the club with no bra on. She does it around the house enough on lazy mornings that the image is easy to summon. It is one of Billie’s favorite things, cooking eggs or pancakes while Stevie dances around singing to the radio as she sets the table in one of her little night dresses without a care in the world.
“Billie?” Billie snaps out of it scrambling off of the bed and shuffles through her bag pulling out a different set of clothes she brought just for Stevie, a pair of soft sweats and an old worn sweater that are both some of Billie’s favorite lounge clothes.
“What, no sports bra or panties all ready to go?” Stevie asks with a suspicious look, fingers running over the edge of the outfit Billie had laid out.
“Like you don’t have an emergency pair in your purse just in case,” Billy counters, she knows it is there she checked before they left “Plus we wear different sizes, mine wouldn’t fit you, same reason I’m not offering you a sports bra your big ‘ol tidies wouldn’t fit in my tiny bra sugar tits.” Billie deflects the suspicion, reaching out to try and pinch Stevie’s nipple through the towel covering her, pouting when Stevie dances back out of reach.
Stevie just rolls her eyes and disappears into the bathroom like Billie has not seen her naked hundreds of times by now. Billie tosses the clothes from the end of the bed back into her duffle and changes into some lounge clothes herself before settling back on the bed flipping through the channels while she waits for Stevie to come back out. She huffs a sigh when she hears the blow dryer going, knowing it will be a while.
Billie is half paying attention to the television, the other half of her attention on the book in her hand when Stevie finally comes out looking all soft. “How do I look?” Stevie asks, twisting from side to side testing how it feels rubbing her cotton covered legs together.
“Like you’re ready to cuddle in bed with me all night babe, maybe order pizza?” Billie says making grabby hands at her. “How do you feel? I can’t believe this is your first time in pants.”
“I’ve worn shorts” Stevie scoffs as she climbs onto the bed with a little yawn, always ready for a nap after a hot shower.
“Again you’ve worn a skort and skorts aren’t the same as shorts and shorts aren’t actually the same as pants.” Billie chides like she is an authority on the subject, reaching out and dragging Stevie closer.
“It’s weird, I’m not used to having this much loose fabric against my legs, like stockings are tight and they don’t move as much, ya know so it’s not the same, these are soft though.” Steve mumbles as she curls up to Billie. “But it’s not bad, just different.”
“Knew you just needed to give them a try.” Billie says before hissing as Stevie pinches her side.
“You could have just asked me instead of jumping through all these hoops and making me suffer.” Stevie hisses, fingers still holding tight.
“Where’s the fun in that.” Billie quickly regrets speaking as Stevie pinches her harder in retaliation, squealing as she changes tactics and starts tickling. She does not get her sweats back at the end of the weekend.
-End