"Church girl, don't hurt nobody.."
Pastor's wife trapped in an arranged marriage with repressed feelings about her sexuality. She's always been able to keep a great poker face but what happens when she meets, Beyoncé..
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I woke up back in the familiarity of our bed and felt motivated enough to get right back to my music. I untangled my limbs from Beyoncé carefully so I wouldn't disturb her sleep.
Of course the moment she felt movement she woke up, reaching out from where my body previously laid.
"Belle, don't leave me!" I heard her whine dramatically as I sat on the edge of the bed stuffing my feet into some slippers.
"I'm not leaving yet.." I giggled. "Exactly yet! Why are you leaving at all?! Stay in bed.."
"When you were making music at three in the morning did I say that to you?" I asked as I stood up turning towards her in the bed.
She was now sitting up, arms extended reaching for me while obviously half-asleep. All I could do was laugh watching her pout. She was very tempting and persuading but I had to make up for the time I missed being on vacation.
"Why you bringing up old stuff? That's petty." Her pout turning to a frown, followed by her eyes rolling in pure annoyance that I was actually leaving. "Baby, that was last night.." I laughed walking towards the en-suite bathroom.
I never met anyone who worked as hard as her. Even when she appeared to not be working she was and very hard at that. So her complaining about me doing the same didn't phase me in the slightest.
"Exactly and it's morning! Just stay pretty please.." She started pouting again. Her chin now resting on my shoulder as she hugged me from behind.
"You are welcome to come with me, but I have work to do." I smiled. "You know I can't! I have workouts." She sighed.
"All the more reason why you shouldn't be mad at me." I laughed turning in her arms to peck her lips.
"Fine! But we're showering together!" Before I could even agree she ran off to retrieve her towel.
I started the shower, making sure the temperature was just right, and before I knew she was back completely nude ready to join me. We brushed our teeth first before the shower was perfectly warm to our liking.
I stepped in first, she stepped in behind me, of course more things on her mind than actually showering. "Let me wash your body.." She suggested.
I obliged taking a seat on the raised bench towards the back of the large shower. She took hold of my loofah and washed over my body. I giggled, softly, as her lips pressed against my forehead.
