Queens

The Taking

Rihanna

I sighed happily as I sank into the steaming bath tub, the elegant white large tub standing perfectly center along the window overlooking the pool outside. I had recently moved into my Beverly Hills home, and I was loving every second of being here. The early evening sky was a descending blanket of stars, the pale pink sunset beautiful on the horizon. I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the bathtub. 

The bath stood right next to the floor-to-ceiling beautiful window of the main bedroom, the large bed positioned against the far wall. The fancy room was tasteful and enchanting, a large modern pristine bathroom connected. I sank deeper into the water, the warm liquid meeting my chin. 

Suddenly the doors were thrown open to the room and I sat up as Rakim, otherwise known as ASAP Rocky, walked through, a scowl on his face. When his warm eyes met mine though his face softened and he walked up, giving me a quick kiss at my puckered lips. 

"What's wrong babe?" I ask as he pulls a chair to sit next to the bath tub. He sighs, shaking his head. 

"I don't wanna worry you." He tells me kindly, his eyes flicking across my face. 

"Aw come on. You don't have to protect me or anything." I say, the last part coming out with a little bit of distaste. I didn't quite mean to be that harsh but before I can apologize he gives me a charming half smile. 

"I know babe, you're as strong as they come. I just... there's been a lot on my mind you know with all this record stuff we're both working on. But nothing's really wrong, no." He responds, looking somewhat tired. 

"How about this," I say, shifting in the water to look at him fully. "You go get me a glass of water," I start and he raises his eyebrow slightly, a sly smile on his face. "And we can go to bed early tonight and cuddle and do all that ooy-gooy feely sort of stuff." I tease and he laughs, giving me another kiss. 

"Deal." He says, hopping from his seat and walking out of the room to go downstairs and get the water. I smile, climbing out of the bath, drying quickly off with a towel before I walking into the large walk-in closet, getting dressed in an over-sized white-knit sweater, the same material bra poking out over my shoulder. When I come back out after smoothing my just-past-shoulder-length black hair Rak is standing with my water cup. 

I gives him a smile, taking a small sip of the water. When I focus back on his face it reminds me of how tired he looks. 

"Come on babe." I say quietly, and we both walk over and collapse into the bed, getting comfortable. I hadn't realized how tired I was either until I settled down. We were both facing each other lying on our respective pillows. 

"Tomorrow's a weekend. What do you want to do?" He asks me, cupping my waist and drawing me closer. 

"I don't care," I mumble into his neck, closing my eyes as the warmth of his body and the comforter over us starts to lull me to sleep. "As long as it's with you." 

"That's pretty sappy." He teases and I hum, smiling slightly. 

"I don't care about that either." I whisper, and he kisses my shoulder, lying his head back on the pillow. And just like that, content and loved up, we both fall into a much needed sleep. 

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A small bang starts me awake, and I sigh, falling back on the pillow. Deciding it was nothing I close my eyes again, wanting to fall back asleep but when it comes again I decide that the door or something must have blown open and I resolve to go downstairs and fix it quickly. Slipping out of the warm bed I cast a quickly look at Rakim, smiling slightly at his drooling-sleeping state. Another glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table and it reads 2:48 am.