Fireworks 1 and 2

Jungle: Chapter Fifty-Six

    Mia's brows furrowed in her sleep. She turned and felt strong, warm arms around her. She smiled and cuddled close to a familiar physique. After a few minutes of cuddling, she raised her head and looked around.

    A bright sun was fighting with stubborn blinds.

    Her gaze landed on the clock on the night stand, which read 3:52. Why is that important? She turned back around to face a sleeping Aubrey and kissed his bare chest. And that was when it hit her. "Ohhhhh shit!" she cried out.

    He lifted his head. "What?"

    "The Skype session with Bey. I have eight minutes. Not even." She wrestled with the covers and stumbled her way out of the bed.

    "Damn, I must have fallen asleep. Fuck. I'm sorry." He sat in the bed rubbing his eyes.

    She didn't even have the time to glare at him. Priority number one was taking off her hoodie, because it was extra warm in the hotel room. She wound up taking off her t-shirt, too, because it was drenched with sweat. She changed into a pink sleeveless top and a pair of Capris. Priority number two was rifling through her purse to find her hair brush. Then she burst into a full sprint into the bathroom, where she tried to convince her hair not to look like a complete and utter mess. When her hair halfway felt like cooperating, she pulled out her laptop and booted up. The time at this point was 3:58. Two minutes and counting.

    Drake was still sitting up in bed looking sleepy. "You made it?" he asked groggily.

    "Yeah," she replied breathlessly, logging into her Skype account and smoothing down her hair.

    Beyonce's camera was activated, but she wasn't seated at her computer. She was sitting on the edge of the bed comforting her daughter. "It's all right, baby, this won't take long, okay? You can watch Mommy work." She kissed her daughter on the forehead, then glanced towards the camera. "It's good to see you, Mia."

    "It's good to see you too," Mia said, smiling. "I'm...sorry I can't be there in person."

    Beyonce, wearing a gorgeously designed red satin dress, stood up and walked over to the computer. "Things come up, it happens. I'm glad we still get to work together." She seated herself at her desk and reached off-camera to grab something. When she pulled it closer to her, the camera revealed that it was a notepad. "There are some lines I wanted to run past you, to see what it made you thought of. We can start from there. I'm going to sing them to the melody I was thinking of."

    "Sure, I'm ready," Mia said, sitting down at the desk in the bedroom. She glanced over her shoulder.

    Drake was stretched out on his stomach, passed out again.

    She laughed and turned back to the computer.

    "I see his ass," Beyonce said, laughing along with Mia. "Late night?"

    "Yeah, it was a crazy night. We performed, then had an appearance at Opera."

    "I've heard good things about your performance," Beyonce remarked. "All right, these are the lines I was thinking of..."

    Two hours of brainstorming with Beyonce. The session went well, with Beyonce stating that she couldn't wait to catch up with Mia and Drake in New York. After the session ended, Drake's phone started to blow up. He grumpily checked his messages. "The boys want to go out for dinner."

    She would have preferred to spend the night in, but she didn't want to drag everyone else's mood down, so she agreed to go out with them. Going out meant showering and changing again, but the last thing she wanted to do was whine and complain when she was a new addition to this tour. If she was going to be an artist, this was the type of life she would have to lead.

    While she was in the shower, the stall door opened and Drake stepped in. "Mind?" he asked her, a lot more awake now than he'd been ten minutes ago.

    "Not at all," she told him.

    He smiled and moved closer to her, pushing her against the wall.

    She stared up at him, completely turned on and yet losing track of her roles on this tour. Performing act, backup singer, songwriter, girlfriend... Am I leaving anything out? But looking into those beautiful, dark eyes, there was no was she was going to deny him. There was no way she could. Although she was tapped out as far as energy went, she wanted him as much as he seemed to want her. She traced one of the tattoos on his inner arm.

    "I'm sorry I fell asleep," he apologized again.

    She smiled. "It's okay."

    "No, it's not. I was supposed to wake you up."

    "We both had a late night."

    "You stayed up later than I did," he pointed out. "And you've been working your ass off. I should have stayed awake for you."

    That was him. Sweet. Caring. She slid her arms around his waist and stared up at him wordlessly.

    His arms went around her. "So, you forgive me then?"

    With shower water raining down on them, she rose on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on his lips.

    He lifted her up and pressed her back against the wall.

    She had a brief moment to remind herself that she needed to take the pill this week. Taking the pill was a precaution she still chose to take, even though he confessed to her a few months into their relationship that he'd had a vasectomy early on in his career. When she'd completely freaked out, he assured her that the procedure was reversible and that he did intend to reverse it.

    That brief moment she had to gather her thoughts was completely shattered by him pushing himself inside of her. She drew in her breath sharply and wrapped her arms around him.

    He buried his face in her neck while thrusting inside of her, and she held on tight to him, never wanting to let go. "Do you know how much I love you?" he asked her.

    "Not as much as I love you," she returned.

    He kissed her lips while plunging deep, and cupped her ass in his hands. Unable to take his time due to time constraints, he jackhammered an orgasm out of her and continued to pin her against the wall, panting into the crook of her shoulder. He slowly pulled her away from the wall.

    "Not yet," she said, breathing heavily. "I can't stand yet. Hold me."

    "Okay," he agreed. "Okay." He continued to hold her while the water poured down.