run of the mill.

30th

Shawn said absolutely nothing, just continued looking at the TV like he hadn't heard her. Beyonce shrugged and looked at her book, trying to find her original stopping point. She was on the next page when she heard Shawn say that he was fine, that he didn't want to be anywhere else. Beyonce smiled into her book and looked up at him carefully. "You would rather hold an icepack on my knee than go out and hang out with the rest of the flying monkeys?"

Shawn cracked a smile and nodded. "What the hell is wrong with me hunh?" he said with his eyes still focused on the TV.
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Beyonce closed her book and hugged it to herself. "You know we've never been on a date?" There was a perky tone in her voice that she realized she only got when she was around Shawn. It made her mouth twitch with the urge to smile. He was hers; she was allowed to do that.
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Shawn glanced at her. "We go together."
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Beyonce rolled her eyes playfully. "But still, we have never really been together on a date, like at a restaurant or... the zoo or something."
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Shawn turned a perplexed gaze to her and Beyonce almost laughed before he even addressed her. "You wanna go to the zoo?"
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Beyonce did laugh, swatting his arm carelessly. "No... well I could... look the point is we've never done the whole date thing."
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When Shawn said nothing that time she was a little annoyed. However, she only went back to Tiny's antics and whined. "Shawn I wanna go on a date!"
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"Ok," he said, shrugging and looking at her.
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Beyonce paused a beat. "Ok?"
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Shawn nodded and put the icepack on the bed. Shawn gingerly moved her knee from his lap and climbed between her legs. Beyonce wore a grin as she watched his beautiful body stretch and flex as he climbed up to her. He finally reached her face and claimed her mouth casually. Beyonce touched his cheek with his hand, partially holding him where she wanted him while she enjoyed his mouth. Shawn had no problem with obliging her request. He held his head still while his tongue delved into her mouth greedily.
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Shawn blindly reached between them for Beyonce's heavy ass book. He threw it carelessly on the floor and let her giggle softly into his mouth. He loved the cute chirps that escaped her throat. It made him want to laugh, hearing her warm chuckle. Shawn smiled against her lips and filled her mouth again.
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"You tired?" Shawn asked her once their lips fell apart. Shawn looked at her pink, swollen ones and grinned a little. He sat up on his knees between her legs and pulled her shirt over her head. Shawn tossed the shirt onto the floor and it was forgotten as soon as the fabric hit the floor and he stared at her supple skin in that white sports bra. The contrast made her brown tone all the more sexy. Beyonce started to put one of her arms through the bra holes to remove that too.
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"Na," she spoke briefly. She wanted it. Beyonce couldn't get enough of the man on his knees in front of her. He was addictive, like a drug. And she was nowhere near rehab. She was closer to oblivion. And that was where she wanted to be. The bra was thrown to the foot of the bed and forgotten like the shirt.
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Shawn smiled and dug his hand into her hair, scratching her scalp and walking the look of content come over her face. He pulled slightly and her head obeyed and fell back to look at him as he towered over her.
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"You will be."
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Shawn let go of her hair and looked at Beyonce's crooked smile casually. He backed up as she eased down on the bed, lying on her back with her open chest presented to him. Shawn lay down and savagely took her mouth. His tongue explored anywhere he didn't think he had previously felt inside her mouth. Her mouth was, as he discovered recently, one of his favorite meals. The other was a different part of her body. Something that he discovered tasted even better. Now Shawn couldn't be with her intimately without tasting that part, his favorite part.
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He eased down and kissed her sweet neck, smelling that sweet vanilla and sugar cane soap her mother bought for her. Shawn inhaled and sucked her skin into his mouth, as if it wasn't just recovering from his marks of love. He drew his name on her soft skin with his tongue and Beyonce purred above him like a kitty cat.
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Shawn loved that kitty cat.
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His lips found her breasts and he sucked one of her taut nipples into his mouth hungrily. He heard Beyonce moan his name and felt himself respond inside his boxers. He pulsed to be with her but he had to wait. There was much more he wanted to do to her willing little body. She was begging for more above him. "Oh yesssssss baby," she spoke into the air. And Shawn aimed to give her more. Much, much more. As much as he could in fact.
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He flicked the hard peak once or twice when he felt her body jerk hard. His hands moved to cup the breast he was sucking, holding her mound steady while he licked around it and flicked it again. By the time he reached the other nipple, trialing his tongue all the way across her chest leaving a wet line across her body breasts.
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Shawn pulled on it with his teeth ever so slightly and felt Beyonce wrap her legs around his waist and hump the air between their hot bodies in want. She gasped and moaned while his mouth and wet tongue worked on her aching stiff nipples. It felt exquisite. The tingling feeling that made her underwear wet was charging through her and she wanted attention where it ached and churned the most. Her hands held his head as she fought herself to keep from reaching down and touching her pussy her damn self.
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He seemed to read her mind because Shawn dipped lower on her body. He leaned up only briefly to pull the panties away from his prize. He finally reached her lower lips and kissed them with a quiet smack. Beyonce shivered.
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"Do it Shawn," Beyonce begged quietly. She squirmed with excitement.
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Shawn pushed his lips to her again at slid his tongue between hers, tasting her bodies spilled juices. He flicked over her clit and pulled away. "Do that?" he asked in a voice Beyonce only recognized on some occasions... these occasions. And words could not express how much Beyonce loved these occasions... but her body sure was trying its best to explain to him what that voice did to her. It leaked with every syllable.
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She nodded and bit her lip. Her fingers went to her own very tight nipples and she massaged them, wanting to remember that familiar tingle she had in them while his hot mouth worked on them.
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Shawn sat up and grabbed Beyonce's legs. She looked up at him with wanton and disappointed eyes. He pushed her thick legs back some and exposed her pussy to him fully. His eyes raked over her complete body before they fell of his prize Shawn held her legs back pretty far and was pleased with her flexibility when they stayed pointed away. He raised an eyebrow at her she smiled a little.
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"Say it," Shawn demanded as he lowered his head back between her open legs to her wetness. He licked his lips and looked up her perfect body to her.
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When Beyonce realized he was actually waiting for a response she whined a little. "You know Shawn."
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Shawn lifted a hand and carefully ran a finger up and down her slit, feeling it get coated in her juices already. "I want you to say it." The crown if his digit sunk into her canal and she gasped. Shawn was pleased to feel how soaking wet she was. He wanted to grin at the way her face contorted when he pulled his wet tip from her body. Shawn took the finger to his lips and sucked the shine from it.
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Beyonce bit her swollen lip and let it slide from between her pearly white teeth. She loved the freak in him, the dirty talker. "Lick it," she murmured breathlessly.
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Shawn gave her a crooked smile. "Lick what Bey?" he asked.
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Beyonce moaned feeling his warm muscle do a quick sweep of her pussy, picking up some fluid and forming more before he was gone again. Beyonce squeezed her eyes shut and felt her body buck again searching for his talented tongue. "Say it."Beyonce looked down at his brown eyes and lifted her eyebrow elegantly. She waited a moment too long, Shawn decided. He pointed his tongue and darted it into her folds, feeling the wetness surround his muscle. Beyonce gasped and moaned aloud. He went to work darting in and out of her relentlessly with his rigid tongue and felt her spasm around him. Her body leaked enough to oil a Chevy and she just continued to leak all over his chin.
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Just as quickly as he started, Shawn stopped. Beyonce put a hand to her head and rolled her eyes back in frustration. Why was he doing this to her? Why didn't he just do it?
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"Say it."
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Beyonce bit her lip and looked down at him yet again. "Lick my pussy." The words almost felt good coming from her lips. So good that she said them again at her own will. "Lick my pussy Shawn."
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Shawn smiled briefly and reached a hand around her leg and parted her moist lips with two fingers. His tongue flicked her juicy clit and she wiggled appreciatively. He sucked it into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it while cleaning it of her wetness. It pulsed in his mouth and he bit down ever so slightly on it. Beyonce's responded before she could control herself and her hips bucked hard against his face somehow forcing more of her tiny nub into his mouth to feast on. Shawn accepted it willingly. He brushed over it inside his mouth and Beyonce whaled above him. Shawn sunk down to her hole and enthusiastically lapped her body there. Beyonce grabbed his head and held him steady and let his tongue do all the moving. She whined and mumbled and clenched her teeth appreciatively.
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Shawn let Beyonce hump and downright fuck his face to a climax, loving the way she screamed and begged him to eat her and lick her. He loved to hear Beyonce talk to him like that. The melody that was her voice screaming all the things he wanted to do to her in his ears was more powerful than any aphrodisiac.


Beyonce felt his feather soft kisses on her back and felt herself being jarred from her sleep by his warm lips. He peck her shoulder and back while his hands rubbed over her arm and stomach. Beyonce squirmed a little and felt his warm body against her back. Shawn seemed to be molded to every crevice of her back because he fit perfectly. His legs bent behind her and his broad torso seemed to cradle her small frame wholly.
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Shawn continued his feather kisses until she was fully awake and smiling into the pillow she had her face stuffed into. She knew she could easily get use to that kind of greeting. That was a dangerous notion that her mind her not even registered because she was only half awake.
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"Mornin'," she mumbled. She wasn't even sure she had opened her mouth.
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"Hey baby," he cooed into her ear. He pecked it and brushed her hair aside to kiss behind it and all over her neck. He nuzzled her skin delicately and hugged her too him like he couldn't get enough of being close to her.
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Beyonce looked feeling wanted like that. She secretly looked forward to the moments when he clung to her like he couldn't stand it. She was grinning like a child until she felt a familiar stiffness against her bottom. Beyonce knew immediately what it was and turned her head to look at him questioningly.
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Shawn smiled lazily. "Mornin' woody. My fault."
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He climbed over her and got up. Shawn stretched and started to walk around the room looking for his clothes. He put them on somberly all the while smirking like a man satisfied. Beyonce rolled onto her stomach and stuffed her hands under her pillow. She watched him with appreciative eyes while he slid around without his shirt on. He finally pulled it over his head and rolled at down his chocolate back. Shawn sat on the edge of her bed and began to put his shoes on.
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"Am I seeing you today?" she asked.
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Shawn nodded. He stood up and crossed her room to the stuffed closet she shared with T. Her eyebrows furrowed and she heard him move around in her closet. She was just about to call his name when he came back out holding clothes. "Put this on," he said as he laid the clothes over her legs. Beyonce watched him walk back into the closet and she glanced over the clothes briefly. Shawn marched back with a shoe box she always looked over for a particularly. "And these."
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Beyonce only nodded. He kissed her forehead and slid his letterman's on. "I'll be back in an hour."
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It wasn't until she left that Beyonce realized that she had no idea where they were going. She said nothing, just sat up and let her eyes roll back at the familiar buzz in her body, that fresh from sex feeling. She loved it.
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Beyonce turned on her radio and grabbed a comb and some moisturizer. She put as many hair rollers in her hair as time and space would allow. Then she grabbed her toiletries and headed for a shower. The steam and heat would curl her hair around the rollers as she had learned running late to a movie with T one night. Beyonce thought they were going to a movie but then washed that thought from her mind when she realized that what Shawn chose was much too dressy for a movie. She scrubbed the thoughts away her tire.
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She made it back to her room with her head still thick with rollers. Beyonce lotioned and did all the necessary things before putting on her underwear and the oh-so-tight jeans Shawn had chosen. They were her cutest low cut pair so she said nothing and she hopped up and down to get them over her butt. Beyonce plugged in her hairdryer and ran the heat over her rollers as she took them out. The curls were loose and shiny thanks to the moisturizer. Beyonce made a face and put a hump at the top when she could find anything else to do with her hair.
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She carefully pulled her black long sleeve shirt over her head and applied her dark makeup, feeling especially sexy. Beyonce sat on her bed and looked at the black ankle boots and sighed. She hated heels but these weren't that high, she could do it. She had just thrown the last of her things into a matching purse when there was a knock at her door. Beyonce yelled come in and stood on her heels to face the dresser while she put on perfume.
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She felt a strong arm reach around her waist and drag her back against him a little. Her body pushed against his and she pushed her face to the side of his. Beyonce put on her dangling earrings in his embrace. She noted how nice and fresh he smelled she supposed it was that combination of cologne, soap, and aftershave he used. She inhaled him and turned to kiss his cheek.
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"You smell good," Shawn commented into her hair. Beyonce smiled and put the last of her stuff in her purse. She briefly fed her fish and felt Shawn's groin pushed against her ass. She looked back at him and blushed at the smirk on his face. "I be lovin' yo ass in heels," he said slowly.
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Beyonce sat up and turned around. She wrapped arms around his neck and rubbed his neck with her French manicure. Taking in his shaven face and perfect hairline, Beyonce noted how good he looked. He wore his stud earring and black fitted 'P' cap perfectly. She pecked his lips with her Strawberry Chap Stick lips and asked him where they were going.
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Shawn's big hands rested on her globe butt and he answered somberly. "A date."
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Beyonce grinned. "Really?"
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Shawn chuckled openly at her and tapped her ass lightly. He loved the kiddy almost childish manner in which she smiled at him when he announced their destination. "Yeah, hurry up."
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They were out of her room and in traffic minutes later. Beyonce clutched her black letterman's jacket her and Shawn actually wearing his over his black and white polo, jeans, and Creative Recreation kicks. Beyonce admired his swag from the corner of her eye and snuck a glance every now and again when he was really distracted with driving. She couldn't keep her eyes off of him and she sort of didn't want to. She liked looking at Shawn... it made her insides tingle, just behind her rib cage. She wondered what that could have possibly meant.
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Beyonce looked at the parking garage they pulled into and waited anxiously to see where the hell they were. Shawn was being secretive and refused to tell her anything other than it was a date. Beyonce adjusted her pants stuffed slightly into her boot and stepped into the cold hair. They remembered their parking place and headed toward the elevator.
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"You know I don't really like surprises," Beyonce said, letting Shawn grab her hand to hold as the elevator went up.
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Shawn looked at her from underneath his hat and flung her around to stand in front of him. He smiled down at her and Beyonce was sort of surprised to find that he was still taller than her even with heels on. His hands found their favorite resting ground on her apple butt and Shawn pecked her lips. "Yes, you do."
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Beyonce had been caught red handed. She loved surprises and couldn't hide that little fact from Shawn. It was most obvious. She was always beside herself when he surprised her with something, flowers after an important game or candles in his dorm. He was a hopeless romantic but he would never admit it aloud. And Beyonce didn't need him to. She knew it.
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She kissed his lips again and leaned all of her weight in him while he, conveniently enough, leaned against the elevator wall. Beyonce teased his mouth with her tongue, touching his lips and drawing back whenever he attempted to fully kiss her. She giggled and opened her mouth to him again, letting him think she had finally stopped the charade only to crane her neck backwards and deny her his lips again. Shawn only licked his bottom lip and became a good sport about the game, trying and trying until he caught her bottom lip softly. Beyonce could have pulled away but she didn't want to. She kissed him just as the elevator opened.
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Beyonce turned and surveyed the outside. A grin lit up her face and she couldn't hide her excitement. "The aquarium!"
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Shawn chuckled and led her out of the elevator, throwing an arm over her shoulder and walking the both of them to the ticket booth. "Two," Shawn said pulling out his wallet. He had flashed some pass at the guard and walked right past the entire line of people. Beyonce looked up at the sign with the prices and squinted to see it. She put her black Jimmy Choo hand-me-down- purse from Vivian on the counter and prepared to pitch. Shawn didn't even look at her. Instead he put his card on the counter and said, "if you pull your wallet out we're going home."
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Beyonce looked at the side of his face to see if he was serious and when he didn't so much as glance her way she put her bag on her shoulder. She decided that she would pay for lunch, even if he didn't know she was.
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They entered and Beyonce was immediately in awe. She really didn't know where to start. There was so much she wanted to do. Shawn grabbed her hand and dragged her to the Ocean Voyager. There were these huge whale sharks swimming above them in this tunnel. Beyonce smiled and bent her neck all the way back to get a good look at the underbelly of the beast while these tiny yellow fish swam in front of its mouth.
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"They call her Betty," Shawn said to her. Beyonce didn't even look at him. She was so into the fishes around her in the tunnel. He knew she was a freak for salt water fish and he decided that the aquarium was the closest she would get to scuba diving for the time being. Beyonce stared around at the hammerhead sharks and the sawfish. Her hand held his tightly as she looked at the school of jacks swimming around beautifully.
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Shawn spotted the larger of the two whale sharks. "And that's Oscar," he pointed and Beyonce followed his finger above them and her jaw dropped. Shawn smiled at her reaction and marveled at how beautiful she was with that look of wonder in her bright eyes. She grabbed his letterman's jacket in her hands and watched the fish block out the light with its size.
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"It's beautiful," she mumbled through her smile as it swayed and swam peacefully through the sting rays and other peculiar fishes. Shawn wrapped his arms around her and she grinned at him briefly.
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Shawn loved that day. He could have spent the rest of his life in that day, showing her all these things that she loved so much, introducing her to it. Beyonce hopped around like a kid in a candy store, spouting facts that weren't even on the brochures.
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'Did you know that the beluga whale is often referred to as the Sea Canary because of their high pitched twitter?'
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Shawn only laughed at her and they bought sweatshirts from the gift shop before he dragged Beyonce out of the facility. He was actually afraid they would close the place down with her inside. It was about four o'clock when they got out and both of them were starving. They went up the street to a small bistro style restaurant that was surprisingly not very crowded. They were seated close to the back and by the time they had ordered their drinks Beyonce was still spouting facts.
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"And whale sharks can live to be about seventy years old," she said leaning forward like she was telling him some amazing secret. "And their adolescence until their 30 years old! Can you believe that?"
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Shawn smiled and sat back. "Na," he said.
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Beyonce studied him a second. "I'm talking too much hunh?"
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Shawn shook his head. "I like this stuff."
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Beyonce made a face of disbelieve and Shawn laughed at himself and grabbed her hand. "Well I like hearing it when you tell me."
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A smile crept onto her face and she couldn't help herself but to finish off her tutorial on the sharks up. "And they have babies almost a meter long! There," she breathed. "I'm done."
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Shawn laughed whole heartedly.

Christmas was right around the corner and it was bringing chilly weather right along with it as a personal gift to the campus. It never got cold enough to snow but there was always the hope. Beyonce didn't really want it to snow on this particular day because she was catching a flight home for the holidays on the next day. She didn't want her flight to be cancelled no matter how much she was going to miss her hubby. A smile played on her lips immediately as she thought of Shawn.
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She supposed she was happy to be going home but she was sad that Shawn and she were going their separate ways for a whole week. Beyonce almost wandered what she was gonna do in her spare time. She was unashamed to admit that he was what she did in her spare time. They hung out or he helped her with homework and vice versa. It was a comfortable niche the two of the, had worked themselves into. Neither complained because they secretly liked being beckoned by the other. Both of them loved to be needed, and never needed to say it.
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"Look are you gonna help me plan this or not?" T asked from the closet irritably. "It's your stuff Bey."
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Beyonce looked over to her and smiled. "You know I don't know the first thing about this mess girl."
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T rolled her eyes. "That's why I'm helping you. But the key word is HELPING. Now come over here and decide which one of these shoes you like the most."
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Beyonce walked over and ran a brief finger through the slick hair she had. She had pressed it down to a bone straight mass of deep brown shiny hair. She had never seen her hair that straight, not even when she was little and Vivian straightened her hair when her momma said she couldn't.
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She surveyed the different kinds of high heels and asked T if she would be able to walk in them. "Girl a heel is a heel and if you can walk in one you can walk in another one. Don't let the height psych you out."
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Beyonce nodded and said she liked the red peep toe pump the best. T made a face and shook her head. "For real? That's too much red sweetie. Remember what I taught you for that frat party? Throw a splash in the outfit."
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Beyonce made a face. "Ok but yellow?"
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T rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall like she was disappointed. "The silver Beyonce. You were supposed to pick the silver. "
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Beyonce giggled and nodded. She could see the tire on T's face from teaching her the same stuff over and over. "Ok ok, I knew that for real this time T." T threw a profanity over her shoulder at Beyonce and Beyonce laughed again. "So help me with my makeup please," she said into the air as she walked back to her desk.
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T came out with the shoes in tow. She sat the box on Beyonce's bed and looked at Beyonce spread her makeup on the desk. "I want a smoky eye. As sexy as I can get it," Beyonce declared giddily.
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T nodded and told her how to apply the liquid eye liner after she had applied the pencil for ultimate and long lasting darkness. She told Beyonce that her outfit worked best with blush to lift her cheek bones and red lipstick... the no smear kind of course. Beyonce nodded and did all the things T suggested. And when she was finished she wasn't mad at how cute she looked in the mirror.
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"So what you wearing over there?"
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Beyonce shrugged. "Jeans or something. It will be mostly empty with the holidays but I don't wanna chance it."
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Beyonce stuffed all of her stuff into an overnight bag and pulled the candy cane stockings up her legs, carefully to line up the seams. Beyonce had shaved herself down oiled herself up something serious for this.
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"Well I'm taking off." T announced grabbing her cell phone off the charger. "My grannies expecting me."
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Beyonce glanced up at her roommate as she slipped her other stocking on. "You still not talking to your moms?"
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T shrugged. "She called to wish me happy holidays... on Thanksgiving. I called my little brother and found out they had went to Hawaii for Christmas this year."
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Beyonce looked up at T from her bed. Her friend showed the slightest bit of hurt and then shrugged it off. "Oh well," she said as she grabbed her suitcase from beside the door. "I don't need nothing but my granny anyway." T smiled proudly at her statement. Beyonce was secretly proud of her. Or she thought it was a secret anyway.
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She stood and crossed the room before T could leave and handed her a box from the closet wrapped in pretty Christmas wrapper. "Merry X-mas girl."
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T smiled and took the gift. "I knew I liked you as a roommate."
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Beyonce helped her get everything in order and when her roommate was finally gone Beyonce went into her real work. She stripped down to her stockings and grabbed the red lace garter belt and thong from the Victoria's Secret bag on her bed. Beyonce had the time of her life getting the contraption on straight. She was most certainly convinced it was a death trap of some kind by the time she had hooked the red strings onto her stockings She wiggled, admitting she was never much of a thong girl. Beyonce slipped her jeans over the red lace and sprayed on a gallon of Shawn's favorite perfume.
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She buttoned her orange shirt down her front and shivered from the lack of bra. Beyonce decided she was going to change in the lobby bathroom of the men's dorm. She couldn't trek across campus in a letterman's coat, Shawn's letterman's to be exact. She'd worn it in from their movie last night and Shawn had just left it.
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Checking her makeup against for perfection, she same sure she had everything packed into her bag and them she closed her door and started off. Beyonce felt her pretty hair getting whipped around carelessly by the cold wind and she huffed a sigh of relief when she remembered she had put a comb in her bag. She opened her car door and set off.
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She was at the men's dorm minutes later. She anxiously stepped inside the stall of the lobby bathroom and hung her bag on a hook on the door. Beyonce rubbed her hands together for warmth and slid off her jeans and shirt. In their place, she clipped on the red push up bra with white fur around the top and a matching little red skirt. Beyonce reached in the bag again for the rest of the outfit, a Santa hat that she put on after she combed her hair back down in a compact mirror, some white wrist length gloves, and a black belt with a big gold buckle she had bought for this occasion. She buckled it loosely so it sat just atop her skirt carelessly, not holding anything up but accentuating her hips.