run of the mill.

31st

She gave herself the once over and applied more red lipstick and anti smudge sheer over it. Beyonce put her letterman's back on and was immensely glad that Shawn was such a big boy. The jacket with his name stitched in gold on the breast plate came to just above her knee a little. She still looked a hot mess but whatever, there was hardly anyone here, she thought. Beyonce put her silver pumps on and left the bathroom.
Ok, so there were more people on Shawn's floor than in the lobby, how was she suppose to know that? She felt kind of like she was the tiger in the zoo the way everyone was watching her. Well maybe it was the tigress the way all of them were looking at her. She held the jacket together tighter and smiled at everyone bashfully. Zay was always a bold one. He had to ask. "Girl what the hell you got on?!"
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Granted it did look funny, Shawn's letterman's jacket, some white and red stockings, a Santa hat, white gloves, and silver pumps. And a face full of sexy makeup.
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She shrugged and eased past him. "A present."
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Zay looked on and shook his head. Damn Shawn, he said bending his head to the side and eyeing her legs, you just don't know what yo lucky ass got!
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Beyonce smiled nervously at someone and knocked on Shawn's door. She waited and heard some commotion from the other size of the door. Beyonce made a face and knocked again. She heard Shawn tell someone to shut up and she realized he wasn't alone right before the door swung open. Shawn was standing there in a sweatshirt and jeans, smiling once he saw her. "Hey baby," he said.
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Beyonce leaned in and whispered to him. "You're not alone?"
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Shawn shook his head. "Na, these fools is watching the game. Come in."
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Beyonce stepped in behind him and smiled at Bleek, Chris, and some dude she didn't know. She slapped her forehead and shrunk away from everyone and sort of behind Shawn. Stupid, stupid, you should have called, she chastised.
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"Yo nigga's say high to the lady of the house," Shawn demanded but his commands fell on deaf ears. They all sat engrossed with the TV. "Man I know ya'll hear me."
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Beyonce stopped him by tugging on his sweater sleeve. "No," she said in a hushed voice. "No, it's ok. I- I didn't know you had company." She held the jacket together and looked around him again. "I-I should have called, I - stupid..."
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Shawn grabbed her face with his thumb and finger. He moved them closer so that they were speaking intimately while his friends watched the game at his back. Shawn made her look at him and noticed for the first time how nice she looked. Her face was angelic and her hair was shiny. She did that sexy thing with her eye makeup that he loved and when he inhaled, he could smell his favorite scent on her. And in a Santa hat no less. "Baby it's ok. I thought you were leaving for home?"
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Beyonce shook her head. "Not until tomorrow. I'm gonna go-."
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"Why do you have on a Santa hat? And," Shawn glanced down. "candy canes on your legs?" He lifted a confused brow and smiled at her for encouragement.
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Beyonce sighed and didn't dare let go of that jacket. "It was a surprise but I should have called." She slapped her forehead softly and Shawn pulled her hand down.
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"What was a surprise? And what do you have on? Ain't it cold out there?"
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Beyonce felt dumber and dumber by the second. She put her face in her hands and looked at him. "I'm leaving tomorrow," she said quietly. "And I wanted to give you a surprise but," her hand extended to his friends a little for reference. "I didn't know you were having company. I should have called."
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Shawn looked down her face to the hand that clutched his letterman's at the neck. "What surprise? Under there?" Shawn said in a hushed tone. When all Beyonce did was nod and look away from him like she was ashamed or disappointed in herself, he grabbed her fingers. His voice lowered mischievously and he lifted a brow again, beginning to understand it all now. "Let me see," he whispered quietly to her.
Beyonce tightened her grip until her knuckled turned white and there was a roar of cheers behind her. "No their gonna see and-."
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Shawn smirked at her. He pecked her lips dismally to calm her and then grabbed her fingers gently. "No they won't baby." Good Lord he could talk a psychologist into suicide with those eyes and lips and that damn voice, Beyonce thought. She shook her head a little and flicked her eyes over his shoulder again. "Please?" he whispered against her lips.
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Beyonce shuddered and nodded slowly, loosening her fingers at his request. The corner of Shawn's mouth turned up and he looked down as he covered her hands while they pulled the sides of the coat apart. When the shadows were cast over her silky skin Beyonce let him hold the sides apart and adjust his eyes to the vision in front of him.
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She watched Shawn take in her choice of dress and his face contorted from surprise to a pleasure she had never seen on his face. His eyes glossed over and he even gasped a little. Beyonce was a little pleased but still immensely embarrassed. She couldn't fight off the chill he got though, when his eyes traveled over her. She could almost feel his gaze like hands, brushing over the rise of her breasts and the furry bra and silk material it was made of. And then her smooth flat stomach followed by the garter belt straps.
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Shawn looked at her with a stare that made her lips open for the tongue he wasn't even offering right then. He closed the jacket with urgency.
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"Get the hell outta my room," he screamed turning around. Beyonce simply blinked in shock and closed her jacket.
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Shawn grabbed jackets off the floor and shoved them at confused friends. He grabbed the remote of the floor and hit the power button carelessly. "What? Why?" Chris said looking at him curiously.
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Shawn just shook his head like his mind was made up completely and he couldn't be deterred. "Ya'll gotta go. Come on get the hell out."
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Bleek stood up and pointed to the TV. "But it's only the second quarter man." He finally saw Beyonce standing in the corner holding her jacket and frowning sadly at how Shawn was behaving even though she was secretly pleased. He waved slightly, like he was finally realizing something. Bleek gave her the once over and when he saw the beauty that was her and the candy cane legs, he smiled in knowingly. He looked at Beyonce and grinned, 'I get it' he seemed to say with his eyes.
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Beyonce brushed hair behind her ear and ducked from his stare. "Good," Shawn said. "Then ya'll got two quarters to find somewhere else to watch it." He snatched the bowl off the bed and handed it to Chris, some of the popcorn hitting the floor. "Go, go..."
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Beyonce reached in the back she had and pulled out her ipod. She shuffled to the stand that held his ipod stereo and replaced his with hers. Once she glanced over her shoulder and made sure that he was busy, she found her playlist that she had made exclusively for this occasion. Beyonce prepared her first song and waited until she heard the last voice in the hallway and Shawn apologize. "Yeah, I'm sorry about this but... you know how it is." Beyonce closed the blinds and the room dimmed significantly.
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The door closed and she turned to look at him. His back was against the door and he was smirking at her like he couldn't believe he had just done that to his boys. Hell Beyonce couldn't believe it either, he thought she was just gonna make her go back to her dorm. He had never done anything like that before and she suddenly felt childish for thinking that. But she could have sworn that TV was really important to them. Especially football.
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She shook those thoughts aside and pressed play on her ipod. 'Feels So Right' by Lloyd flowed through the speakers quietly. Beyonce looked down at the big letterman's coat and dropped it on the floor. Shawn said nothing, just let her do her. But damn she looked good doing it.
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Beyonce flung her hair to the side a little and settled her eyes on his. She bit her lip and sighed, letting her hands go up and touch her stomach. Her eyes bore into his intense and she let them close while she rubbed over her breasts and up her neck. Her head fell back and Shawn was almost sure he had heard her moan. And with the chorus, Beyonce, God help him, began to sway her hips from side to side like she was Shakira or something.
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Shawn got rock hard quicker than he ever had in his entire life.
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And when she brought her head down and peaked at him through slits she reached her arms above her head and did this incredibly difficult hip sway to the beat.
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"Sit down," she whispered barely above the music.
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Shawn sat down quickly and put his hands on the bed, looking at Beyonce move her hands to all the places he wanted to touch and kiss and lick in that sexy ass uniform. A personal striptease from the sexiest woman in the world?
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"Merry Christmas to me," he mumbled as she approached him and sat on his lap. Her lips crashed onto his.