𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧

𝑬𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒆 7: "𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒔"

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France, Paris
Carter home
Omniscient
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Beyoncé pulls the car into the driveway, the stress of the day heavy on her shoulders. Blue hops out quickly, barely saying a word as she rushes inside the house, already lost in her world of homework and computer games. Beyoncé watches her go, feeling that familiar sense of distance that comes with raising a teenager. She sighs, stepping out of the car and following her daughter inside.

Shawn is waiting for her in the kitchen, leaning casually against the counter, freshly showered and smelling like cologne and soap. His grin spreads wide as soon as he sees her, those dark eyes lighting up like they always do.

“Hey, babe,” he says, his voice low and smooth. “Miss me?”

Beyoncé can’t help but smile back. “A little,” she teases, setting her purse down on the counter.

Shawn moves quickly, closing the gap between them and wrapping his arms around her waist. His hands find their way to her hips, pulling her close. She tilts her head up, and he presses a slow, lingering kiss on her lips.

"I missed you," he murmurs, his voice rough against her skin. His lips move to her neck, placing hot kisses along her jawline. Beyoncé giggles, her hands resting against his chest, trying to push him away playfully, though she doesn’t mean it.

“Shawn…” she says, her voice soft but warning, “I’m tired.”

But Shawn’s not hearing it. He pulls back just enough to look into her eyes, his grin mischievous. Without a word, he bends down and lifts her effortlessly, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of flour. Beyoncé gasps in surprise, letting out a loud laugh as she dangles upside down, her hair falling in a wild cascade.

“Shawn! Put me down!” she yells, playfully slapping his back, but he just laughs.

“Can't wait to shut you up,” he says, carrying her through the hallway and up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. His hand grips her thigh firmly, and Beyoncé can feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she laughs and protests, though the excitement is undeniable.

He makes it to their bedroom, kicks the door closed with his foot, and tosses her down onto the bed. Beyoncé bounces slightly, still laughing as she looks up at him, her body already heating up in anticipation. Shawn locks the door behind him, his eyes dark with intent as he steps closer.

“Don’t tell me you’re too tired now,” he says, his voice low and teasing.

Beyoncé rolls her eyes, but there’s a playful smirk on her lips. “I didn’t say that, did I?”

He moves fast, crawling over her with an urgency that makes her heart race. His hands are everywhere—gripping her thighs, sliding under her dress, pulling it up slowly, teasingly. Beyoncé bites her lip, her breath coming quicker as she feels his fingers trace her skin.

Shawn leans down, his mouth finding hers again in a deep, hungry kiss. His body presses against hers, strong and warm, the weight of him comforting yet thrilling. His hands move up, tugging at the straps of her dress until they slip down her shoulders.

“I missed you,” he whispers against her lips, his voice thick with desire. His hands trail up her body, taking their time, savoring every curve. Beyoncé moans softly, her fingers digging into his back, pulling him closer.

His mouth moves down her neck, biting gently, his stubble brushing against her skin in a way that sends shivers through her body. He’s rough but in the way she loves, the way that makes her feel wanted, desired. Shawn’s hands are everywhere, exploring, caressing, claiming her like it’s been months, not days.