run of the mill.

7th

T couldn't wait until the phone hung up before she started her questionnaire. "Since when does Shawn call you to inquire on your plans? And who is Shawny?" She taunted. She, of course, knew who Shawny was. She simply wanted to see what Beyonce had to say about it.

So she was a bit disappointed when Beyonce expressed that she and Shawn were only friends that had hung out once. Beyonce needed someone. And hopefully, if it wasn't gonna be Shawn, she would find someone at the party tonight.

Kim had completely left from her mind and life. She was tired of her old friend and didn't want anything to do with that.

"It's not that cold. Not as cold as I thought it would be." Beyonce marched across the yard that was the fraternity house's front yard. T walked beside her with her Chris' black Alpha jacket that she swam in. Beyonce's black, lace leggings caught a light breeze but it was nothing she couldn't handle. Beyonce loved the cold weather.

She felt her silver four inch heels slightly digging into the plush grass as she cut across the yard with T. Pulling her leather coat together a little over her black cotton cami, she put her head a little high it in the air as they approached some people. There were, of course, some people standing outside; talking on cell phones, having conversations. The usual. Beyonce and T started up the steps, each careful in their walks since the heels were definitely no walk in the park. Beyonce felt the tight high waist shorts she had on squeeze her bottom as she ascended up the stairs. She glanced down at her outfit once again to give it further inspection. It was indeed a cute set up, she had to admit. Her black cami was tucked into her high waist shorts pronouncing her hourglass figure. Her legs, partially exposed by the sexy lace leggings seemed to elongate the thick masses of muscle and the yellow heels only added to her high, round butt.

Her hair blew breezily with the wind as she walked. The bangs framed her eyes and made her dark eyeliner seem top along with her hot red Viva Glam Lipstick.

She was excited, she had to admit. Her little transformation did make Beyonce lift her chin a little high when she walked. She felt sexy and sensual. It seemed like even the air was trying to caress her as she walked. She wanted to be acknowledged for her sexy. She wanted to push against something or someone and show off the sweet smelling perfume she was wearing.

And it had been attracting the eye from quite a few young men which was always a good thing. As if he was reading her mind, a short, sort of thin man approached her. He was cute, but not Beyonce's type. I put on all this shit, she thought bitterly; I can at least find someone taller than me. T grabbed the doorknob when he introduced himself.

"Hey shawty how you doin'," he said, giving her a very inappropriate up and down look as he made his way over. Beyonce brushed it off. It was just his hormones.

"Hi," she replied.

T, not wanting to miss anymore of the party she had purposely arrived late to, tapped Beyonce's shoulder. "I'm going inside."

Beyonce nodded, she could handle herself on her own. Just because she had some tomboy ways didn't mean she had been completely sheltered. T smiled at the stranger and went inside.

"You lookin' real right tonight," he continued, grabbing her hand in his softer ones. Beyonce smiled, her snowy white teeth glowing in the dark.

"Thank you. What's your name?"

He smirked, looked around and back at her. "Lloyd. My name is Lloyd."

Beyonce nodded. "Well Lloyd, I'm getting ready to go inside. Find me once you get in ok?"

"Oh fa' show."

Beyonce grabbed the doorknob and stepped inside.
There are moments in life that deserve certain protocol. A wedding deserves a beautiful speech from someone that cares. A funeral deserves tears. Hell even a birthday deserves a proud smile. And that moment that Beyonce walked into that room, that moment deserved theme music. The entire scenario of her stepping inside the door, slender legs first, and peak around like she was clearly looking for someone, was the epitome of a moment worth music. And even though T-pain's 'Can't Believe It' was blasting comfortably through the speakers, everyone that looked at her as she wondered into the living room full of people dancing and moving around could clearly hear Zapp & Rogers 'I Wanna Be Your Man'.

Beyonce, being oblivious to all the attention she was getting, scanned the room for T. She had become rather timid since she had never been in this particular fraternity house before and she really didn't know anyone. Not to mention the stranger looks everyone seemed to be giving her. She kind of wished she could read minds, so she could know why they were staring.

T, being as tall as she was, slithered through the people and grabbed Beyonce's hand. "Come on. I found Chris."

Beyonce smiled, a little relieved to see her. "And why would I wanna see him?"

T turned around and put an arched eyebrow in the air. "Watch it."

Beyonce giggled and followed after her.

Chris was standing beside the fireplace, wearing a jacket thinner than T's but with the same Alpha emblem on it. When they had finally arrived, Chris wasted no time pulling T to him and holding her close to plant a kiss on her lips.

Beyonce looked around, nervous about their closeness for the first time ever. She wanted to be kissed and held. It had been so long since someone expressed a longing for her; with the exception of short little Lloyd of course. She smiled to herself, and I didn't buy the 'no smug' lipstick for nothing. And as they separated and started to talk privately to one another, Beyonce found yet another thing she envied T for; she had a man.

"So you don't see me standing here?" she heard his melodic, course voice beside her and she smiled. Finally, she thought, someone she knew.

She turned to Shawn and flashed him a grin. "My bad. Was up Shawn?"

Shawn was leaned against the wall next to Chris. He had just arrived to the party and decided to scope it out like he usually did before deciding what he was going to do. If it was a slow night, he would get a little tipsy so he wouldn't notice. If it was a good little get together, he would make his way around to the people responsible for its success; the girls that danced.

He hadn't decided which way this particular party was swaying just yet... he was much too interested in the sway of something, someone else.

When Bey said that she was coming to the party, he had prepared himself to see a friend in men's skinny jeans and a hoodie. He was nowhere near prepared for the woman that walked into the room moments ago.

Shawn had purposely let her look past him so that he could take a few beats to look her over now that she was close. His eyes scanned the outfit with approval and a little pleasure. He had already seen that body, but he liked to see shit put together too. And she had put her shit together perfectly. Long slender legs stretched from her torso. Skin that was only visible piece by piece through the lace leggings teased him unknowingly and that damn lipstick. Her round, full lips never looked that damn pronounced. He never noticed her lips before. But now her lips were the very center of his attention. The shine had been removed from the formula leaving a thick coat of red that looked so very tempting.

Now he was aware of everything. Even the rise and fall of her high breasts as she breathed.

When he finally did call out and she turned her eyes to him, the light from the kitchen slashed through people and shined in her face. Shawn didn't remember her eyes being so damn pretty. He didn't remember the light making those copper eyes almost an ochre color. That was not what he saw the last time he looked at her. That wasn't what he say any time he had ever looked at her. All he could ever remember were those sleek black glasses and smooth skin.

"Shit," Shawn replied. "I didn't think you would come." And I definitely didn't think you would come like this. He bit his tongue.

Beyonce shrugged, a piece of her hair strayed to her face and she wiped it away distractedly. Shawn saw the gesture and took note of the casual manner she did it. "Yeah," she said. But he didn't hear what else she had said. The music changed and all of a sudden 'The Boss' by Rick Ross came on, completely shutting out whatever she had to say.

Shawn leaned forward. "What?"

Beyonce leaned to him too. "I said I was bored."

Shawn nodded. They stood about two feet apart from one another and the party was just at Beyonce's back. She turned after someone bumped her and smiled, assuring them that it was ok and then taking a small step forward.

They stood there a while, checking out the party separately but thinking the same thing. It was kind of slow. Shawn glanced toward the kitchen and thought about getting a drink in an effort to swipe Beyonce from his mind. It didn't work because his eyes traveled back to hers in a slow deliberate movement. She was calling him, even though her lips didn't move. Her every curve and move was beckoning him, teasing him.

And just like that, he knew that the friendship he had with her previously would never be the same. He would always see her in this light. It was the only way he wanted to see her. No, he thought coyly to himself as the corner of his mouth twitched, there's another way I would like her to present herself to me... it just wouldn't be appropriate for pubic. Hell if she did it right, it wouldn't be appropriate for private either.

Shawn watched her look around and wipe that same piece of hair from her face. He couldn't hold his tongue. "You look good."

Beyonce looked at him and he could see her lips read 'what?'

Shawn took his hand from his front pocket and grabbed her hers. Beyonce looked down at the gesture and felt the course material of his hand touch hers. She then realized that she didn't care for a boy with soft hands. She didn't like someone with simple cuticles. She liked a man. A man with hands that tell a story without sign language. Slightly callous from lifting weights, thick knuckles from the stress that made him pop his fingers, short nails that proved his maintenance of himself, yet, after all that, gentle like he was afraid he would break her small hand in his.

Shawn pulled her to him and slipped his hand between her arm and her torso, spreading his fingers over her lower back and pulling her to him. Her spine tingled at the feel of someone touching her intimately. Her hand went to the hard wall that was his chest and she braced herself. But she couldn't deny the splay of her fingers over two ripples in his stomach just made for kissing. Her left foot slipped between his black Ed Hardy shoes and though they weren't touching physically anymore, she could feel every crevice and dip in his frame. She was aware of every hair on his arm, chest, and leg. And good Lord she wanted to see it.

"I said you look good."

Beyonce smiled again, letting her eyes fall to his lips as they spoke. Were they always that damn pink and pretty? Did they always look that damn... available. She shook her head slightly, trying to shake the thoughts from her head. He was a taken man.

Was?

No. Not was.

Is.

He is a taken man. Not was. Why was she suddenly thinking of the woman that he had, the woman she knew, as a part of the past. No, Beyonce thought, she is very much a part of the present. But still, with all of that in mind, Beyonce let his dark eyes burn into her copper ones by the light from the kitchen as air from his nose brushed her red lips. She grinned and withdrew her hand from his chest. But she didn't dare move. This was probably all the action she was going to get tonight. And damnit she would make the best of it.

"Well you know," she smirked. "I try, shawty."

Shawn threw his head back and laughed a loud. She giggled and shrugged her shoulders innocently. It was her best 'hood rich nigga' impersonation and she was proud of it. When he was reduced to a small chuckle he nodded. "Ok, I see you," he commented.

"Hell yeah," she stated. "I be choosin'."

She looked around and smiled at the site of everyone in the center of the rather large room getting hyped and giving the last few moments of the song all they had. She glanced in the kitchen and spotted some refreshments, nothing too bad. It looked like something she could associate herself with.

"Hey," she said, looking back at Shawn in front of her. He had been looking right at her. "I'm going to get something to drink. You want anything?"

Shawn shook his head slowly in a very thoughtful manner, like he was coming to some sort of realization or thinking really hard about something.

Beyonce stepped away from him and glanced at T and Chris. It would be a snowy day in hell before those two got tired of each other. Smiling at the lip lock, she weaved through the crowd toward the kitchen. There was a table set up with different refreshments of anyone's choice including bottles of beer in ice, hard liquor there for the mixing, martini and margarita mixes, and other things. Beyonce made a face like she was deciding and reached toward the back of the table for one of the berry flavored apple wine coolers. She tore the paper and popped the top on her way back toward the party.

She had been standing beside Shawn sipping her cooler regularly and comfortably when she spotted someone she did know. Lloyd.

He walked up goofily, trying to make her laugh. She smiled, even giggled a little. "Was up shawty?"

Beyonce shrugged and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "Nothing. Where you been?"

Lloyd shrugged and looked around. "Here and there. You wanna dance?"

Beyonce looked him up and down once, unhidden and unashamed. She had the right to choose. She decided it would be ok. He was about her height so it wouldn't be extremely uncomfortable for her. She took one last swig of her cooler and put it on the mantle atop the fireplace. She shrugged out of her coat and folded it in half, handing it to T, who couldn't be quiet for the life of her.

"Ok," T cheesed. "Go 'head."

Beyonce smiled and put her hand in Lloyd's, allowing him to lead her to the center of the room. It was slightly crowded but not impossible to dance in. When he found a destination he whipped her around him. Plies featuring Neyo 'Bust It Baby Part, 2' seeped from the speakers.

Beyonce turned. She was a fairly well dancer. She never had any complaints. She believed that either you could dance or you couldn't, and she was right on the border of good and great.

Bending over every so slightly, she began to grind her butt into his groin. Her torso and head stayed completely still while her pelvis went into action. Her movements were so talented and well rounded, she looked like her hip was literally popping out of place and popping back in without her trying. She moved in slow circles with the music, taking her time. She had the stamina of a basketball player; she could go for some time. There was no need to rush.

And she did. But the time she was finished, two songs had passed and she hadn't broken a sweat. When you run at least two hours straight six days a week, you build a tolerance for energy. When 'Freaky Girl' by Gucci Mane went off, Beyonce thought she had done enough and turned to Lloyd.

"It was nice meeting you," she said as a hint that she didn't really want to give out her number or anything like that.

Lloyd nodded. He took his hint. But he wasn't ready to give up that fast. He was sure he would see her around campus sometime and then he would probably have his chance. "Beyonce, right?" she nodded. "It was nice meeting you too baby."

Beyonce hugged him and weaved back through the crowd, trying to make it back to her friends but she was stopped by a hand on her wrist. She had to wait until a dancer had cleared so that she could see who had grabbed her. It was a guy from her Radiology class. She smiled pleasantly. He was taller than her. And he had a little muscle mass. And a beautiful smile. And, she discovered once she was closer to him, he smelled good.

"Hey Beyonce," he said through a grin that had shocked sprinkled very carefully around the edges.

Beyonce, being taken aback that he knew her damn name, smiled back. "Hi Damien."

"You look good tonight," he said pulling her closer and speaking into her ear.

Beyonce blushed. "Thank you. You look nice too."

Damien nodded his appreciation and asked her if she wanted to dance. Beyonce nodded and let him pull her back to where she had been just moments ago with a different person. By this time the DeeShawn had retired to music he knew everyone loved, no matter the year it came out. He played Flo-Rida's 'Low' for the two of them as Beyonce turned and put her body to work. And judging by the desperate way he held her hips and rubbed her thigh slightly, she was better at this than she thought.

By the time she made it back to her original spot, Shawn had disappeared and Chris and T were now leaned comfortably while T danced slightly on him. She still her Beyonce's leather jacket clutched in her hand and she whispered to Chris as Beyonce approached.

"I know yo' fast ass wasn't on that dance floor the whole time!" T said with some sort of pride in her voice. Beyonce laughed.

"Yes, as a matter a fact I was." She looked around for Shawn. "Where my nigga at?"

T pointed to the space that once had Shawn. "Who him?" Beyonce nodded. "Yo nigga?!"

Beyonce rolled her eyes playfully. "You know what I mean man where is he?"
Chris, letting his girlfriend rub off on him, asked her why she wanted to know. Beyonce smirked at him. "Cause you two disgust me!"

T and Chris laughed and told her that Shawn had gone to dance with some girl. "He drank the rest of your cooler by the way," T snitched. Beyonce nodded and headed for the kitchen to grab another, she was dehydrated. When she came back, she leaned in his empty place and bobbed her head to the music while she cooled herself down.

Beyonce stood there, willing her eyes not to look for him anymore but they failed her. But it was so dark everywhere else in to the room she couldn't see anything. There was, of course, a strobe light on the shelf and that only provided so much light. So she settled for relaxing and watching everyone else shake their tail feathers.

The party started to pick up and Beyonce was grateful for it. She leaned over to T, when Damien walked by and flashed a smile at her. "He's cute right?"

T looked into the kitchen where Damien went. "Who? The tall one? Damien?"

Beyonce nodded giddily and sipped her cooler. "Yeah."

T smirked and nodded. "You should see her girlfriend, just as fine as she wanna be. Looks good to be seven months pregnant."

Beyonce almost choked. The cooler had backed up on her and she could barely control it to look at T and call her bluff. "What?"

T nodded. "Oh yeah. Baby momma drama. I know you didn't think somebody that cute was single."

Beyonce opened her mouth to reply but closed it again. Duh, she thought dumbly. It wasn't common for the outrageously sexy ones to be single. Chris, Damien, Shawn.

Shawn.

She really needed to get her mind in the right place. As if hearing his name in her head, he appeared in front of her smiling softly. "Come dance with me."

Beyonce smiled. "I don't get no please? No manners at all?"

Shawn grabbed her hand. "Please," he said, though he had already began to pull her onto the dance floor. She didn't have time to hand T her cooler so she just sipped it as he lead her to where he wanted to be. It was almost a corner, thick with people and hot air. Shawn pulled her around him and pushed himself close to the mold of her back. Beyonce tried not to let him know she was enjoying the way he settled one of his hands on her hip and the other just atop a place that hadn't been touch in a while. She inhaled and bent her head to the side, letting his rest his head right next to hers.

Beyonce couldn't do anything but sip her drink and try to breathe normally. But she couldn't. She liked having him there and her body liked it even more. Drake featuring Lil' Wayne's 'Brand New Remix' came on and Beyonce started to dance, embracing the drink, the music, and the man standing behind her. Sure he was taken and one of the only friends he had, but that didn't mean she couldn't dream.

This moment was all it looked like she was getting for a very long time. And if this little dance was it, then damnit it was gonna be good.

"Since when do you hang with that nigga Lloyd?" Shawn asked into her ear.

Beyonce did shiver that time. His mouth was too close to her ear and she couldn't help it. She didn't want to help it. She wanted him to do it again. And again. She sipped her drink and shrugged. Play it cool, she thought.

"It ain't nothin' like that ."

She felt Shawn smile against her cheek. "Then what's it like?"

Beyonce grinned and turned to him. She watched his face contour into a smile and he voiced no objections. She let him pull her to her previous closeness. "It's like my business," she said smiling.

Shawn nodded. "Ok my bad."

"Yeah," she said quietly, a smile tugging at her lips and her eyebrows raised slightly. "Your bad."

Shawn's hands rested on the rise of her butt and instead of wrapping her arms around his neck like anyone else would have done, she rested hers on his. They were very close. Too close for them to be what they were. Neither of them said anything. Neither of them moved. Instead Shawn fit her between his legs and swayed a little, letting her grind against his most sensitive of areas.

And Beyonce loved it. "So what's with the sudden change of dress?"
Beyonce laughed and put her head beside his so she could whisper into his ear. "You know you ask a lot of questions. A lot of personal questions."

And just like that. She wasn't one of the boys anymore. Just like that she was a woman. A woman that he could flirt with and hold and dream about and want in the most intimate of ways. He inhaled her sweet perfume and sighed at the calm delicious smell. It wasn't harsh on his nose and difficult to distinguish. He loved it. She smelled tasty.

"Na not really."

He felt Beyonce giggle. Her hands held him a little tighter. "I'm curious, what is your idea of personal?"

Shawn thought about it playfully. "My idea of personal is... what color are your panties?"

Beyonce threw her head back and laughed, letting Shawn feel her breasts push against him harder. He bit his lips through his smile in the dark and even though he couldn't see them, he looked down at the joining of the two of them.

"Ok," Beyonce said playfully when she had finally calmed down. He pulled her closer; he could still hardly hear her over the music so he leaned back to her head, hitting her to him once again. It seemed like a perfect fit. "You have a point."

Shawn smiled. "Ya think?"

"Well I think-," Beyonce started but she was stopped short. Someone tapped her shoulder. She turned around and Chris was standing there. "Was up?" she asked getting out of Shawn's grip. She didn't want to, but she didn't want Chris to get the wrong idea.

But Shawn didn't seem to want to let go. He held her to him instead, tightening his grip when she pulled a tiny pit harder. She looked at him, her eyes a question. But his mind was made up. Damn what Chris said, he wasn't letting her go just yet. He wasn't ready to. She felt too damn good pressed against his... pelvis.

Beyonce almost smirked at him but her face was too busy trying to stay away from his and hold her eager tongue in her mouth. She had to focus to keep from touching his lips like she wanted to. But it betrayed her. Her tongue reached out and whipped across her top lips ever so slowly. And when the strobe light picked up the movement, she felt Shawn's hand push harder against the small of her back, making her push harder against him.

Chris was not put off by the little tug-of-war. "T's looking for you. I pissed her off and now she's ready to go."

"What did you do?"

Chris frowned. "I don't even fucking know. Bullshit ass attitude. She outside."

And he walked away.

Beyonce sighed and turned back to Shawn who finally released her. "Wonder what happened."

Shawn shrugged. "Call me shawty."

"I will."

Beyonce hugged him and handed him her drink. He assured her he would get rid of it and she thanked him. She stood around a second longer, not ready to leave yet. So she leaned to his ear. "Red."

"What?"

She stepped back and smiled at him. "My thong is red."