Sorry this took so long I've been swamped with real life stuff, but here it is. Enjoy :) x
She could hear the steady beat of his heart where her ear was placed against his chest.
She could smell the subtle hint of his tasteful cologne. Beyoncé inhaled his scent and she was sure she had died and this was what heaven smelled of.
She could feel his strong arms encircling her waist and the way, every so often, his lips would press softly against her head through her wavy hair.
In that moment nothing and no one else mattered, they felt grounded yet so far from their reality that, being around each other, in turn humbled them. Beyoncé forgot about the grueling dance rehearsals and the extensive year long world tour she was to embark on next month. Jay Z forgot about the false accusations he was facing and the lesser rappers trying to diss his reputation. This was home. They were more than just friends now and Jay was glad he didn't have to hide how he had always felt about Beyoncé. He wanted to take her on romantic dates and 'woo' her the way he knew she deserved, but he would wait to talk to her in the light of day.
Neither one knew how long they stood in the entrance of her suite, just holding each other. It wasn't until Jay spoke up that Bey realised she was exhausted, "You awake Bey?"
"Hmm?" Beyoncé answered sleepily. She was comfortable in his arms. It felt like home.
"Do you trust me, ma?" Jay questioned her quietly. When she nodded in return, he turned her away from his chest, rested his hands gently either side of her waist and moved her slowly towards her bed. When Beyoncé was happily under the covers, Jay leaned over kissed her once on the lips and whispered, "G'night Bey Bey."
He left the room with one last glance over his shoulder towards the sleeping Beyoncé Knowles, and the mogul felt a compelling urge to turn around and hold her in his arms for the rest of the night....scratch that, forever. But they needed to talk first and he would respect the unspoken boundaries of their now complex relationship. At that a fleeting thought crossed his mind - 'I will make her my girl...'
**
When Beyoncé's eyes fluttered open, a smile slowly crossed her lips as she remembered the events of the previous night, but then her mind rebuked her and she sat up quickly in the bed. 'What in the hell does this mean?' her inner voice of reason screamed at her.
Before she even had time to roll out of bed and call Jay, Kelly and Michelle burst open the door and jumped onto her huge king sized bed, "Girl, did we see Jay Z come outta here last night? He was chattin' wit your pops too Bey..." Kelly said searching her face for an answer as to why Jay was leaving Bey's suite so late.
"Yeah Bey, you know yo pops would go crazy if he knew, girl!" Michelle reasoned with her, but the curiosity lingered in her brown orbs.
"I dunno whats goin' on OK? We kissed, I bailed, then he followed me here, I fell asleep and he left. I gotta call him...." Beyoncé summarised. It wasn't a typical thing for her to keep so much from her girls but the way she felt about Jay had only been reinforced the night before. It was too hard to explain to them, especially as she was'nt entirely sure where she stood with Jay.
"Memba Bey, we leave for the jet at 9am." Michelle called to Beyoncé's retreating form behind her bathroom door. Turning to Kelly who sat cross legged on the bed she asked, "What is wit that girl when she's around him? She ain't tellin' us shit!"
"I ain't sure M, but we betta get washed, I ain't bein' on a plane for five hours smellin' funky." With that the two girls left Beyoncé's room separating to their rooms to get washed and repack their things for their trip to LA.
Behind the bathroom door Beyoncé had hit call and was waiting patiently for Jay to pick up but when it rang to voice mail she decided to leave him a brief message. "Hey, um Jay? It's Beyonc- Bey, it's Bey. Look I wanna talk bout' last night, eh I leave at 9. Just...call me." She smirked then remembered a way to 'keep em keen', "Holla." With that she ended the call and started to get ready for her impending flight.
**
Jay Z woke up with a start when his phone started to ring, he rubbed his eyes furiously, and glancing at his alarm clock it read 7:34.
"Who on this god dayum planet is callin' at 7:34 in the mornin'?" He asked himself angrily, at the same time tossing clothes and shoes that were strewn across, as he looked for the trousers he was wearing the night before. As he recalled the night before the angry attitude he was sporting melted away from his being and a smile replaced the frown that had been plastered across his face only moments ago. 'Dayum last night was gooood.' He thought.
As the ringer rang off, he found his phone complete with one new voice mail, as he listened to it he was reminded that Beyoncé was leaving that morning and he wasn't sure when she would be back in New York. Then her voice radiated through the receiver as she called, "Holla" he laughed, 'this girl is gangsta' his conscious reminded him. That was hot.
He dialled the familiar number, having called it so many times over the past year - not just to talk music, but she would listen and understand him better than some of his longest friends ever could. She was great, a genius even. He knew she would go far and he would be damned if he wasn't going to be there for the ride.
"Hello?" Beyoncé's familiar voice rang into his ears.
"Hey Bey Bey...bout' that talk?"
