Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not know nor am I in any way affiliated with Billy Boyd. This story is a sheer fabrication of my mind.
Alissa's Thorn
“He’s so vain, I could just as soon vomit as look at him,” I hiss, glaring at the annoying show off dancing with, typically, the hottest/sluttiest girl in the bar. I swear, I could just scream!
“Oh, look at me, look at me,” I prattle on in a sarcastic tone, “Just because I have a Scottish accent, I think all women should swoon and throw themselves at my feet.”
My co-worker, Susie, giggles loudly, her cheeks flushed from the amount of alcohol she has consumed.
“Aw,” she states in a slurred tone, “You give Billy such a bad rap, Alissa!”
Sinking down further in my seat, I nurse the martini I hold in my hands. My eyes continue to glare out on the dance floor, taking in the way Billy’s hips move with the unidentified blonde. Their rhythm has a slightly hypnotizing effect on me, and it takes a great effort to jerk my glance away when I hear Susie call my name.
“What?” I ask stupidly, downing the rest of my drink.
“I was asking why you dislike Billy so much,” Susie patiently repeats.
With a snort, I cross my arms over my chest…it should be quite obvious to her, but if she wants me to spell it out, that is fine, too.
“I should have gotten that promotion at work, you know it!” I whine, “But, Mr. Man shows up and just because he’s older and has a penis, he gets the job! Never mind that I have been a slave for fucking old man Pennington, never mind that I get his coffee like a sniveling little teenager each morning and put up with all his lewd comments that are so sexual harassment!”
“That man is a perv,” Susie agrees, referring to our boss. I order another martini, and settle my brain into thinking on the pattern of unfairness. Boyd flew into our office only six months ago, and now he is higher in status than me. It drives me mad! I was Pennington’s door mat for years, and for what?!? I should have known an old bastard like that would never promote a woman; I should have been suspicious of that Billy from the start! Now, he is like a thorn in my side, driving me mad by the sheer sight of him.
The drinks disappear down my throat on this night, as I find it to be the best option for the beginning of my weekend. It is too bad that this bar is so close to our office, for it forces me to have to see Billy and his sickeningly flirty tactics all evening.
It is well past midnight by the time Susie and I stumble away from the bar. Full of giggles, Susie hails a taxi and jumps inside with a wave. Shifting my weight back and forth on my feet, I shudder beneath my coat. It has really gotten chilly this night, and I am not much in the mood to wait on a damn taxi!
“Come on taxi fricker,” I mumble under my breath, trying to will one to appear before my eyes. And, in my wasted state, this actually seems pretty plausible.
“Hey, Lissy,” a disgustingly accented voice calls from behind me. If I was a porcupine, I swear I’d be prickling right about now. Never did I tell the fucker he could call me Lissy, never fucking ever!
“Hey,” I spat at him, trying to remain aloof and cool, but tottering a bit on my heels. With a good-natured grin, Billy reaches out and steadies me. I jerk back from his touch as though it burned me, a scowl on my lips.
“Do you need a ride?” he asks kindly, light from a street lamp pouring over his face.
“I don’t think so,” I reply stubbornly, “I’m just waiting on a taxi.”
“Oh, no, no,” Billy states, shaking that fat head of his, “I can’t let a beautiful lass such as yourself get into a taxi at this time of night unchaperoned. I insist on driving you home.”
“No, that isn’t necessary,” I babble, but he has me by the elbow and is leading me to the parking lot and his brand new BMW. Oh, I hate him for that! Probably bought it because he got a huge increase in salary with the promotion. Bastard!
The chump opens the car door for me, and I plop my body down on the leather seat, ignoring how comfortable it is. Crossing my arms before me, I stare out the window and don’t say a word during the entire trip. Billy tries to make small talk, but I am quite the snotty bitch.
“Turn here,” I order, and we find ourselves in the driveway of my home.
With much reluctance, I mutter, “Thanks for the ride.”
And then, I am out of the car and walking towards my front door. My fingers move to jam the key in the lock, when I feel a presence behind me. Turning angrily, I see the fool leering over me.
“What?” I ask angrily, frantically trying to unlock the door. My struggling fingers drop the damn keys, and Billy giggles.
“You had a little too much to drink, Lissy,” he states, retrieving my keys and unlocking the door for me. I walk inside, and, unfortunately, the man follows me.
“Is there something you need?” I question rudely, glaring at him from my spot in the foyer. Billy peers at me quickly, before shoving his hands in his pockets and shaking his head.
“Good, great, grand,” I rattle on sarcastically, “Maybe you can go then…I’m pretty tired.”
“Why do you hate me so much?”
My body freezes, as my eyes dart to Billy’s face. There is a small frown on his lips, and the words he spoke were so quiet and serious that they actually seemed to have an effect on me.
Fidgeting uncomfortably, I lie, “I don’t hate you.”
“You’re always rude or going out of your way to be mean to me, Lissy,” Billy says evenly, “What did I ever do to you? I think I deserve an explanation for the way you treat me.”
“For fuck’s sake,” I exclaim, glancing wildly around the room. I don’t want to be in this situation, I don’t want this bastard in my house.
“It just makes no sense,” Billy continues, “I think the two of us really have a lot in common, I mean, I actually thought in the beginning that we could be…friends.”
The way he trailed off in that last sentence and then vaguely said the word ‘friends’ made me feel odd. That isn’t what he meant, and even in my drunk state I am sharp enough to catch it.
“Don’t act like you like me in that way,” I snort, “I’m not stupid, you don’t mean any of that.”
Billy’s gaze flickers across my face, and I swallow visibly. I probably never took the time before to realize how green his eyes are.
“Why do you hate me?” he asks again, his voice insistent.
“Because you have a penis!” I blurt out, getting my thoughts confused.
Billy’s eyes grow wide, “Excuse me?”
“No!” I yelp, my cheeks flushing crimson, “I mean, you got the promotion just because you have a penis and I don’t and that’s really not fair, because I have no control over who gets penises and who doesn’t and I really don’t think that organ has anything to do with how well you can perform in the workplace.”
By this point, Billy’s mouth has dropped open, and he is staring at me as though I just grew a second head. Little known fact, but I am a babbling drunk and I know I am going to feel like such a fool Monday at work….yet, at this moment, the rambling shall continue.
“And, you’re just so…I don’t know…look at me, look at me, I am so handsome and I can talk with a Scottish accent, so please, all women, worship me now, I am your lord!”
The sad part is, my extreme jabbering would have continued had Billy not burst into hysterical laughter. He even had to grab my side table to keep himself steady.
“What the hell?” I ask angrily, stepping forward and pointing a finger in his face, “What do you think is so damn funny?”
“Everything you just said,” Billy giggles, his cheeks becoming red and his eyes sparkling with mirth. I want to stomp my foot like a spoiled child and push him out of my house, but instead I just glare.
Billy’s fingers reach out and touch my face, as his mouth opens, “You are too cute.”
My mouth drops open, as I feel him pushing a few stray strands of hair behind my ear in the gentlest of fashions.
“Screw you!” I yelp, darting away from him, “Don’t think you can speak to me like I was a silly little girl, you condescending ass!”
His face grows serious, as he moves towards me, and I retreat until my back hits the wall.
“I wasn’t being condescending,” Billy whispers in a serious tone, “And, I think we both know you’re not a little girl.”
As soon as the words leave his mouth in that damn damn damned Scottish accent, his lips descend down upon mine. Outrage flies through me for the briefest of seconds and I struggle in his arms. Only, he holds me tightly, as his lips move expertly, his tongue darting over my closed mouth until I give him access.
Fuck, he’s a good kisser, and I realize, in sheer horror, that I am kissing him back. Breaking my arms free from his grip, I pick them up to push him away, only to find my traitorous fingers tangled in his hair less than a second later. What is wrong with me? I hate this bastard!
“Stop,” I mumble in his mouth at last, twisting away from him. Moving several steps in retreat, I stare at him, my eyes wide, my chest heaving.
“Come back,” Billy whispers, a convincing grin upon his face, “Don’t act like you didn’t just feel that.”
“Feel what?” I play dumb, staring at the ground. But, I am a fool, for I don’t see him approaching until he is upon me.
“There has been a spark between us since day one, Lissy,” he states seductively in my ear, “And, I am tired of ignoring it.”
I can only whimper softly when he pulls me roughly against his chest and begins devouring me with his mouth. I know I should resist, I know I should stay strong, but I just never thought in a million years that my body would react so strongly to this man that I hate. Well, I guess it should be the man I thought I hated.
We stumble through the dark, pulling off various pieces of clothing as we make our way to my bedroom. My fingers practically rip the shirt off his body, and Billy chuckles deeply in response. Then, my fingers sort of want to slap the smirk off his face, but my mind quickly forgets these thoughts when his lips find that sensitive spot on my neck.
“Ohh,” I moan, my knees buckling and Billy’s strong arms catching me around the waist. He halfway carries me to the bed and gently pushes me back upon it. His fingers run across the skin of my bare stomach, making me giggle slightly. Billy smiles and places a wet kiss just beneath my belly button, as his hand runs up my leg and beneath my skirt. I feel my underwear being removed and then hear a sharp intake of breath.
“What?” I whisper into the dark.
“If I’d have known you wore things like this under your skirt at work, I’d have never been able to concentrate,” Billy tells me, his eyes wide and serious as he inspects my hot pink panties. A laugh escapes my lips despite myself, and my arms pull his body atop my own, as my mouth captures his.
I kiss him for a long while, my fingers running up and down his back in a slow fashion. It feels so good to lie here with him, to feel his burning flesh. Soon, Billy grows impatient, his hands removing my bra with one quick motion. And, then our chests are pressed together and I can’t silence my moan.
Those lips move to my nipple, his tongue circling it over and over, as one of his hands travels lower. I feel my skirt being pushed up, and then his seeking fingers find what they were looking for. My body lifts from the bed as he pushes one inside me.
“Fuck, Lissy,” Billy growls in my ear, “You feel so good.”
And, I am lost. I don’t really care what I’m doing, I don’t care if I will hate myself in the morning for giving in. I need this man, and my body is overpowering my mind.
Moving slightly, I reach out and push his hand away from me. Billy looks to me questioningly, before I grab his shoulders and push him to the bed. With a mischievous grin, I run my fingernails down his muscled chest. Billy smiles lazily, and I lean in to kiss him quickly, my long hair falling all over his face.
My fingers undo the button of his pants, and I slowly pull down the zipper. With both hands, I yank his pants down and pull them off. I do the same with his boxers, and then I am staring at him in all his naked glory. He is beautiful, but I am too shy to say it.
My gaze darts to his face, and I see he is watching me, an almost tender look upon his features. He motions for me to come nearer, and I crawl towards him. His hands reach out, and undo the buttons on my skirt. It is a wraparound one, so he untwists it and flings it from the bed. Billy pulls me close with a tight grip, running his fingers through my hair.
“You’re so lovely, Lissy,” he tells me, “Just so beautiful.”
A happy sigh escapes my lips, and I find myself moving atop him. Taking him in my hand, I guide him inside, moaning loudly when we are finally together. I rock back and forth, arching my back as he guides my hips.
“Lissy, Lissy,” he growls over and over, as I find myself getting lost in sensation. It feels so good to have him inside me, it feels so amazing to be sharing this with him. When my moment arrives, I throw my head back, screaming his name aloud. Billy joins me a few seconds later, his eyes closing and his fingers gripping me hard.
Collapsing atop his sweaty body, I take in huge gasps of air, trying to regain my breath. Shaking, I slowly pull away from him and settle myself on the other side of the bed. As the afterglow fades away, an odd coldness takes its place. What did I just do?
And, then I feel his arm around my waist, pulling me close to himself.
“I knew we were supposed to be together, Lissy,” Billy whispers gently, pressing a kiss to my forehead, “I knew from the first time I saw you.”
I don’t say anything, and all I can do is stare into his eyes. After a long while, I fall asleep, enjoying the comfort I get from his arms.
The next morning when I awake, I find the bed empty. All the memories flash before my mind, and a tired sigh escapes my lips. I so wanted him to be here this morning, I so didn’t want that to be a one night stand. Stupid tears burn my eyes, as I curse myself.
“Morning, sunshine,” a Scottish accent calls out, no, correct that, a deliciously sweet Scottish accent.
“Billy?” I question, twisting in the bed and spotting him standing in the doorway with a grin. He has a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, which he carefully hands to me, perching himself on the side of the bed.
“Thanks,” I mumble softly, suddenly feeling a little bit embarrassed. It all sort of melts away an instant later when Billy kisses me gently.
“You’re so beautiful right now,” he tells me earnestly, and I don’t understand how I ever convinced myself that I hated this man.
Slowly, I put my coffee on the nightstand, and pull him forward, our lips meeting in a rush. A sudden thought pops in my head, and I really can’t hold in the giggles.
“What?” Billy asks with a smile, his hair sticking up all over the place.
“Well, I was just thinking about how many times I cursed you and your penis,” I admit in a silly tone.
“Real nice, Lissy!” Billy exclaims, his eyes dancing with amusement, “You should feel thankful that your curses didn’t work…especially after last night.”
Laughing, I slap him on the shoulder, “So full of yourself.”
“As I should be,” Billy teases right back, hugging me tightly against his chest.
And, you know something…he is right.