Island Love

Chapter 35: Fire in her voice

Time Skip......

It had been a full year since Beyoncé and YN officially became a couple, and every day since had been an adventure. YN had adjusted to life in the spotlight surprisingly well, learning to navigate the complexities of dating one of the most famous women in the world while maintaining her own sense of self. She was still YN—grounded, cool under pressure, and Beyoncé's steady rock in the whirlwind of her career.
Today, Beyoncé was doing a sound check for an upcoming concert—one of those huge shows that had the entire world buzzing. The arena was empty except for the production crew, a few backup dancers, and YN, who liked to stay quietly in the background, supportive but never overbearing. Beyoncé had gotten used to looking up from her rehearsals and seeing YN there, giving her that small, reassuring smile that said, I see you, I'm with you, you've got this.
As she worked through the setlist, Beyoncé felt good. Her voice was strong, the band was tight, and everything was falling into place. But when she got to 1+1, something shifted.
Beyoncé moved to the center of the stage, the familiar opening chords filling the vast arena. Her eyes scanned the space, out of habit more than anything, but when they landed on YN, sitting near the front, something in her chest tightened.
There she was, the woman who had quietly but steadily become her everything. YN was leaning back in her chair, eyes on Beyoncé, completely engrossed in her performance. The way YN looked at her... it always stirred something deep inside her. It wasn't just admiration or love—it was something deeper, more primal, like YN could see her, the real her, stripped of all the layers of fame and persona.
As Beyoncé started to sing, her voice wrapped around the first few words of the song, but this time it was different. There was an intensity to it, a rawness that she hadn't expected. Her eyes never left YN's as she sang, the lyrics spilling from her lips like a confession.
"If I ain't got nothing, I got you... If I ain't got something, I don't give a damn, 'cause I got it with you."
The words hit differently today. It wasn't just a song anymore—it was the truth. A truth that had been building over the past year, a truth that now burned within her, demanding to be felt, to be expressed. Beyoncé's body moved with the music, but her mind was somewhere else entirely. All she could think about was YN.
Her voice lowered as she got to the next verse, her tone more sensual, more intimate. "And it's me and you, that's all we'll have when the world is through... 'Cause baby, we ain't got nothing without love."
YN's eyes widened just a little, catching onto the change in Beyoncé's energy. Beyoncé could see the shift in YN's posture, the way she sat up a little straighter, as if sensing the fire that was now coursing through Beyoncé's veins.
The connection between them was electric, and Beyoncé couldn't ignore it. Every note she sang felt like a promise, every word a vow. She was pouring everything she had into the song, not for the audience that would fill the arena tomorrow night, but for the woman sitting just a few feet away, the woman she loved with everything in her.
"I don't know much about algebra, but I know that one plus one equals two... and it's me and you."
The heat in the room was palpable. Beyoncé's voice soared through the arena, raw and filled with passion, but her eyes stayed locked on YN's. She saw the way YN shifted in her seat, biting her bottom lip, the same way she always did when she was trying to keep her cool but failing miserably.
Beyoncé's body moved more fluidly now, her hips swaying slightly as she let the music take over. Her thoughts were racing, her desire intensifying with each word she sang. The closer she got to the end of the song, the more she realized that she needed YN. Not just emotionally, but physically. She needed to feel her, to have her in the most intimate way possible.
"And I don't know when I'm gonna die, but I hope that I'm gonna die by you," she sang, her voice husky with longing. "And I And I don't know when I'm gonna die, but I hope that I'm gonna die by you," she sang, her voice husky with longing.
The moment Beyoncé saw YN, something changed. Her voice deepened with raw emotion, a fire ignited within her that she hadn't felt in a long time. There was an undeniable hunger behind her words, a burning desire that seemed to pulse with every beat of the song.
"And I don't know much about fighting, but I, I know I will fight for you," she continued, her gaze locking onto YN's. She was no longer just rehearsing the song—she was performing for YN, and only YN. Her heart pounded in her chest, her emotions spilling out in the form of every note, every word. Beyoncé's eyes burned with intensity as she let the music guide her. Each lyric was a confession, every breath a promise.
The band followed her lead, the melody swelling around her, but Beyoncé barely noticed. Her focus was solely on YN, who sat mesmerized in the audience, watching her with a mix of awe and admiration. There was a subtle shift in the air between them, thick with anticipation.
As Beyoncé approached the song's climax, she let go. Her body moved with the rhythm, her voice rising with a passion that filled the empty seats around her. The world around them faded, and all that existed in that moment was the two of them, tethered by the music and the undeniable chemistry simmering between them.
"When my days look low, pull me in close and don't let me go," Beyoncé sang, her voice huskier, more deliberate. Every word carried a message meant for YN alone. Beyoncé was no longer in control of herself, not fully—this was her rawest, most vulnerable self, and she was pouring it all out in front of YN.
As the song reached its final note, Beyoncé's voice dipped into a slow, sultry hum. Her eyes stayed locked on YN, the heat between them palpable, almost unbearable.
Without missing a beat, Beyoncé handed her mic off to one of the stagehands and stepped off the platform, her heart pounding in her chest. She made her way toward YN, the intensity of her gaze unwavering. Her body buzzed with electricity, a magnetic pull drawing her closer to the woman who had completely captivated her.
YN stood up from her seat, sensing the shift in Beyoncé's energy. She could see the desire in her eyes, the way Beyoncé moved with purpose.
As soon as Beyoncé reached YN, she grabbed her hand and pulled her close, her breath hot against YN's ear as she whispered, "I need you. Right now."
YN shivered, a rush of heat flooding her body. She didn't even have time to respond before Beyoncé was leading her backstage, her grip firm but gentle. They weaved through the equipment and crew, who were too focused on their tasks to notice the charged atmosphere between them.
The second they were alone, in the privacy of Beyoncé's dressing room, the door clicked shut behind them. Beyoncé turned to YN, her breathing heavy, her eyes dark with desire. She wasted no time, closing the distance between them in an instant.
Their lips crashed together in a kiss that was fierce, desperate, and all-consuming. Beyoncé's hands were everywhere—on YN's waist, gripping her hips, pulling her closer. It was as if she couldn't get enough, her need for YN overwhelming her in a way that made her head spin.
"I've wanted you all day," Beyoncé murmured against YN's lips, her voice low and breathless. "You have no idea what you do to me."
YN could only respond with a soft moan as Beyoncé's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a burning trail in their wake. The heat between them was undeniable, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just the two of them, lost in each other.
Beyoncé's hands slid under YN's shirt, her fingertips grazing her skin as she whispered, "I want to make love to you."
YN's breath hitched, her heart racing as she met Beyoncé's eyes. There was something in the way Beyoncé looked at her—something powerful, intense, and full of love.
"I'm yours," YN whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "I always have been."
Beyoncé smiled, a slow, sensual smile that made YN's knees weak. She pressed her lips to YN's again, softer this time, her kiss full of promise and tenderness.
The world outside their little bubble faded, and in that moment, they were the only two people who existed. Beyoncé's smile deepened, her lips brushing against YN's, teasing before capturing them again in another kiss—this time slower, more deliberate. She pressed YN against the wall of the dressing room, her fingers tracing gentle patterns along YN's skin, sending sparks of electricity through her body. Every touch was intentional, every movement filled with the unspoken promise of what was to come.
"I've been thinking about you all day," Beyoncé whispered, her breath warm against YN's ear as her hands slid lower, tracing the curve of YN's back. "I couldn't focus during rehearsal... all I wanted was to be here with you."
YN shivered, her pulse racing as Beyoncé's lips trailed a heated path from her neck down to her collarbone, her touch igniting a fire within her. The intensity of Beyoncé's gaze, the way her body moved with such purpose, made YN feel like the only person in the world.
"You drive me crazy," YN murmured, her voice thick with desire as her hands tangled in Beyoncé's hair. She could feel Beyoncé's breath hitch as their bodies pressed closer, the heat between them building with every second. "I've never felt like this before."
Beyoncé's lips curled into a smile against YN's skin as her hands wandered lower, pulling her even closer. "Good," she whispered, her voice sultry and low. "Because I don't ever want you to feel this way with anyone else."
In a swift motion, YN managed to switch positions and lifted Beyoncé, guiding her to the nearby couch in the dressing room. The softness of the cushions beneath Beyoncé was a stark contrast to the intensity of YN's touch. She hovered over Beyoncé , her fingers lightly grazing her cheek as she stared deeply into her eyes, her expression softening for a brief moment.
"I want this to be perfect," YN said, her voice quiet but filled with passion. "I want to take my time with you."
Beyonce's heart swelled as she reached up to caress YN's face, her thumb gently brushing across her lips. "You already are," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
That was all YN needed to hear.
With a deep breath, YN leaned in, her lips moving slowly against Beyonce's in a kiss that was tender yet intense, filled with all the emotions she had been holding back. Her hands roamed Beyonce's body with deliberate care, every touch drawing out soft gasps and moans as the tension between them built to an almost unbearable degree.
Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, the world outside forgotten. The only thing that mattered was this moment, the connection between them growing stronger with every kiss, every touch, every whispered word of affection.
YN took her time, savoring the way Beyoncé responded to her, the way her body arched under her touch. There was no rush—just the two of them, completely in sync, wrapped up in each other. Every movement was an unspoken declaration of love, of trust, of desire.
"I love you," YN whispered against YN's skin, her voice soft and full of emotion. "More than I've ever loved anyone."
Beyonce's breath caught in her throat as she gazed up at YN, her heart swelling with an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude. She reached up, cupping YN's face in her hands, pulling her in for another kiss—this one filled with all the feelings she couldn't put into words.
"I love you too," Beyoncé murmured between kisses, her voice thick with emotion. "I'll always love you."
YN smiled against her lips, her heart full as she leaned down, pressing her forehead against Beyonce's. For a moment, they just stayed like that, holding each other, the room filled with nothing but the sound of their breathing.
And in that intimate silence, Beyoncé knew—this was exactly where she was meant to be.