Petals

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Beyoncé Giselle Knowles

Beyoncés eyes fluttered open.

But she wasn't met with the ceiling of an apartment.

Instead she saw the night sky, a million stars displayed themselves infront of her. Each one twinkled and shined, and Beyoncé didn't have time to form an opinion on what she was seeing.

Because suddenly she blinked—and her world had transformed.

She saw stars again, but they were more condensed. Even with this, they managed to shine bright and twinkle—and she didn't realized she was looking into a particular set of eyes.

The stars had reflected off of Onikas glossy eyes in the moonlight, Beyoncé was holding her face. Her thumb caressed the other girls cheek, as she caught a stray tear. She felt as if she was having deja vu.

She felt a flutter in her stomach, that same damn flutter that made her pulse quicken. her eyes had directed to those slightly pink pouty lips.

"Do you think anyone can give me my petals?" The question rang throughout Beyoncés head—the same question from last night and she swore she saw Onika mouth it, Beyoncé nodded absentmindedly.

Because she wanted to give Onika her petals, she wanted to make her feel complete all while making herself feel complete—because she knew she had lost some of her own petals per say.

And she'd want Onika to be the one to give her back her petals.

"I think I can." She whispered confidently before leaning in. She wanted a taste of her—those pouty lips—she wanted to stop those glossy eyes from releasing those trapped tears. Or atleast relieve the pain. Asoon as their lips even graced each other..

Beyoncé saw a million stars, and she felt petals fall all around them—all of different warm colors. The kiss deepened, and it was slow. It was slow and passionate, Onika tasted like cherry blossoms and sweetness.

She didnt want to let go—she didnt want this to end. Beyonce was in a dream world at the moment—and Onika was her fantasy.

but asoon as they disconnected...

Beyoncé was now awake, sweaty, scared and a blushing mess as she stared at the ceiling of the apartment she was in.  She blinked a few times in pure shock.

"What the hell?" She mumbled outloud. She couldn't understand why her brain was torturing her all while confusing her. She felt a slight weight on her chest; so she looked down to see Onika still fast asleep against her. The girl was using Beyoncés breast as pillows.

And she looked pretty comfortable.

Beyoncé was still breathing heavily as she relayed the moment, the kiss—oh the kiss. Beyoncé wanted to relive it over and over again—because it was so heavenly.

Beyoncé wondered if Onikas lips really tasted like that—she's sure they did if she always smelled that good.

She heard a low whimper and noticed Onikas face had scrunched up in discomfort before she mumbled incoherently. She noticed she was attempting to get comfortable  again but it was always followed by a whimper. She must've been having a bad dream.