A/n: I didn't plan for a part 2, but ykw...hell yea ——— Bey's POV
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"Can we go, now? The show don't start til' 8." Y/n came up behind me, wrapping her strong arms around my waist while her head tucked its way into my neck.
"Baby, I don't have time for anything right now." I slightly pouted at how soft her tone was as she laid kisses to my neck.
She released a breath, then glanced up. Watching the crew do finishing touches on the stage.
I tilted my head to look up at her better.
She was chewing on her bottom lip like she was thinking, then she spoke. "I want you so bad, yo."
I smiled as she started rocking our bodies side to side., putting her head back into my neck. "Like right now, B." Her breath was steady, warm against my neck. I felt her nose graze my skin every now and then, like she couldn't decide if she wanted to start back kissing on me or just breathe me in.
"I'm working, baby."
"I know." Her voice was almost fragile.
I closed my eyes for a second.
Her hands slid a little lower on my waist, fingertips grazing over the dipped curve of my bodysuit. Not too much, just enough to make me feel it. She wasn't trying to be slick. She wanted me to feel it.
I caught her hand and held it in place.
"Don't start."
She smiled against my neck.
"Start what?"
I turned slightly, just enough to see her face. Those eyes still red, but a little clearer now. The haze was still there, but so was something else. Want. Craving. That kind that made her cling like I was air and she'd been drowning.
"Y/n." I said her name with a warning, but it didn't hold the weight it should have.
"I'll be fast." She offered, lips brushing against my jaw like she was making a deal.
I scoffed under my breath. "You never fast."
She grinned. "But you are."
I pressed my forehead to her cheek, just for a second. "I can't go out there later with my legs shaking."
"You can." Her voice dropped even lower. "You just don't want them to know why."
I laughed, soft but dangerous. She knew exactly what she was doing.
"Let me take care of it." She whispered. "Real quick."
The way she said it wasn't desperate. It was confident. Low. Intoxicated in all the ways. Off the weed. The moment. Me.
