run of the mill.

5th

"Baby look!" Beyonce exclaimed as she stood in the bathroom. Shawn moved from inside the closet and looked over her shoulder to the ground where she was pointing excitedly. "I dropped four pounds!"

Shawn rolled his eyes and grumbled something about pencils but Beyonce paid him no mind. She was so glad she was almost at her original weight. She was working out three hours a day to get back to where she thought she was suppose to be and it was paying off finally. She was just a few more pounds away from freshman year in college.

She hopped off the scale and walked merrily into the closet with Shawn in nothing but her underwear as she searched for something to wear with a new attitude. She even hummed a little to herself.

She felt his eyes on her and Beyonce didn't even turn around as she reached for a pair of dark Sergio jeans. "Why are you staring at me?" she asked as she slipped the jeans on. The fit was still a little tight but not nearly as tight as they use to be. She smiled in satisfaction as she pinched the thigh and the denim caught between her two fingers, showing slack.

"Because I liked it when you had a little somethin' extra," Shawn mumbled like a child and Beyonce grinned at his pouting face when she turned to face him.

"When I was fat?"

"With a PH and yes because it was fine as fuck. And you were all soft and thick," Shawn said as she started to walk around the island in the close to her, obviously about to start something.

Beyonce put her hands out in front of her. "No," she giggled. "Ya brothers gonna be here in a second. Put on your clothes."

Shawn just continued to advance until she was pushed against her denim collection. "Na he won't," he whispered, dipping his head to her neck and nuzzling the sweet smelling shit she'd just sprayed on. He loved that smell on her. Hell he loved any smell on her. Even sex. "He ain't never on time for shit."

Beyonce grinned and tilted her head up, allowing Shawn to attach her neck and throat savagely. She closed her eyes in bliss as his tongue danced over her skin slowly until she felt herself trying to pulse in his arms. Her fingers rubbed the back of his head approvingly and she whispered his name into the air. It was nearly as loud as Rosario's voice over the intercom announcing that the bellman was bringing up his guest.

Beyonce felt Shawn sigh into her neck and she whimpered when he tried to draw his lips away. "No," she murmured grabbing his face and kissing his wantonly. Shawn put one hand on the small of her back and the other on the shelf behind her, kissing her back. Beyonce opened her mouth for Shawn's tongue and sucked greedily on it when he obliged her with its presence. She could feel the beginnings of an erection pushing against her stomach and Beyonce moaned into his mouth. Shawn moved his hand down to squeeze her ass and push her harder onto his hard on.

"Later baby," he mumbled against her lips. Beyonce wasn't listening. She had taken her lips to his neck and sucked on his as he had done her. She felt his quick pulse against her lips as she rubbed her hands over his smooth warm back. "Bey." Shawn stiffened as she flicked over his spot expertly and he groaned.

When he was finally able to tear himself away from Beyonce, Shawn leaned back against the island and tried to control the rugged breathing that was coming from his mouth. Beyonce stood in front of him not bothering to try and hide how much she wanted him. Her eyes were dark and almost absent of all her hazel makings and her chest, naked except for her lace bra, heaved up and down as she guzzled air. She wasn't even looking at him, Shawn noted. Her eyes just brushed over his skin carefully as though she was thinking of all the things she wanted to do to him.

"Later," he said again, touching her chin and tilting her head up for a peck. Shawn smirked at the way she swooned from his kiss. "I promise."

Beyonce pulled a white tank top over her skin and then a greenish blue Miami Dolphins sweatshirt, feeling casual. She put on some ankle socks and slicked a hand over her ponytail. She grimaced at the waves underneath her fingers and remembered she washed her hair that morning and needed to go and get it straightened. Shawn was already gone to the living room to greet Taye and his girlfriend and their new baby.