Not Expected [BeyoncexCiara] *COMPLETED*

Blue's Terror

*WARNING, SEXUAL CONTENT*

(Bey's P.O.V.)

                      Once Ciara's tour was over, we've became more at peace. The fan thing never happened again, according to Ciara. Blue and I went back home, and I went to work on my upcoming album. It was coming along great, if I do say so myself.

Tonight it was supposed to storm, but the clouds looked undeadly from what I can see. So, Ci and I went about our business. Ci and I weren't particually fans of heavy rain beating on the roof and strong winds blowing the trees and loud thunder and bright lightning. But, it didn't bother us, really.

"Shower with me?" Ci asked as she disappeared into our own bathroom.

"Sure," I quickly agreed, hopping out of bed and running after her. I had to admit, her body belongs to a goddess. I've figured that for a while, now.

We undressed, me faster than her, my eyes glued to her body. Ciara laughed at me before we stepped in. I can't actually not stare.

Ci managed to restrain me from attacking her long enough to wash up and rinse off. But just as she reached for the handle, I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed her against the wall and pulled her into a deep kiss. The devious looks she gives me, her glistening body, and the "accidental" touches and bumps she gave me were all maddening and turned me on so much.

My lips went to her neck, which I kissed hungrily and she softly moaned. I toyed with her nipples, pulling, twisting, pinching. Ciara arched her back, wanting more from me. She must have wanted me as much as I wanted her, because her hands grasped mine and moved them down south. Still kissing her neck, I allowed her this time, and spread her legs apart more. Her hands went around my neck as I played along her lower lips. She let out a hoarse moan, bucking her hips out of desperation. It's actually fun to see Ciara, who's usually so in control, lose control.

"Please..." she whimpered, with a roll of her hips.

Teasing her is the next best thing to actually pleasuring her. Seeing her so wound up and begging for me to touch her made me feel in command, as it should. I'm the dominant one, I'm always on top. Except for a few times, and it was of surprises. Slowly, I slipped a finger inside her, then pulled it out as fast as I could. My eyes ran over Ci's expression, which was relief then frustration. Her eyes grew dark, teeth clutching her bottom lip. This amused me, and I did it again. And again. And again. Until Ciara finally burst.

"IF YOU DON'T HURRY UP, BEYONCÉ KNOWLES, AND FÜCK ME, YOU'RE SLEEPING DOWNSTAIRS!" She yelled at me.

Impatient much? But I did as she said and started stroking inside of her, a smirk claiming my face.

A/N: Annnnd, that's part one! Hey! Be glad you got something, because I'm excruciating pain right now. I love you guys, that's why. I'll try to update the second part tomorrow. :3

I like that cover. It's new and fresh and stuff.