Clichés In the Dark Past {FIN}[Editing]

Chapter Thirteen.

Beyoncé's P.O.V.

I rolled over in the rough white sheets of the motel bed to see Shawn scroling at his phone.

"Well good morning." His scratchy morning voice turned me on, but I resisted the urge to sexually attack him because of how triflin he was.

"Whatever." My feet padded across the carpet of the room and I reached in the suitcase to retrieve some clothes so that I could get dressed.

"You're not gonna tell me?"

"You're not gonna tell me?" I boldly responded. Shawn walked in front of me and ran his hand over his head in exasperation. He rolled his eyes and walked away to the door of the bathroom, standing directly in the center of the door frame.

"Beyoncé. We need to talk." I rolled my eyes and walked away and sat on the bed before turning on the television. Shawn walked up to the TV set and turned it off.

"God, you're so annoying," I whispered under my breath, but just loud enough for him to hear.

"Look, how many times do I have to say I'm sorry?! I was irritated, I was drunk. Shit happened, okay?! Am I ashamed, do I wish I could take it back?! FUCKING YES! But I can't! So I suggest you build a bridge and get the hell over it because we're stuck together until we get out of this goddamn country!" I stared at him, pulled my lips down into a frown, and rolled my eyes, yet again.

"Yea whatever." He sighed and stepped aside, letting me pass to the bathroom, but before I could enter, he suavely pinned my arms to the side of me and smashed his lips onto mine. At first I resisted and let him move his lips on mine, yet my lips remained perfectly still. Then, I gave in and kissed back, letting all of my emotions; grief, anger, passion, love, lust- build up inside of me. He released his grip on my arms and hands, and I let them wander up and down his back, clawing at it occasionally. HIs arms soon ran up under my too-big tee and massaged my breasts that happened to have no bra on them. I tilted my head to the side, deepening the kiss, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I felt his big, warm hands move to my waist and pick me up, so I wrapped my legs around his torso, and he carried me into the bathroom, never breaking the kiss.

I un-twisted my legs from around him and he gently placed me on the floor. I raised my eyebrows at him and he smirked in response. I reached down into the small tub and let the warm water run, filling the room with a splashing sound. Tilting my head down slightly, I used my eyes to beckon him towards me. Shawn's eyes turned a darker shade of brown that I had come to affiliate with lust and he pressed his body against mine, leaving my back against the bathroom door and shutting it. I felt his lips melt onto my neck, and he kissed around, searching for my sweet spot. Once he found it, he sucked on it, occasionally swirling his tongue around. I noticed the tub was completely filled, and I lightly pushed him off of me, before stripping down and motioning for him to do the same. Our naked bodies set the mood, and I noticed his member sticking sky high. I walked over to him and placed my lips on his ear.

"Get in the tub for me," I whispered, before nibbling his ear. He did as told and sat in the water that I had stopped running. He lied down, knowing exactly what was about to happen. I lowered myself onto him, not bothering to use a condom, so that my ass was in his face, yet I was still in a riding position. I put my hands on his legs to brace myself and began to move my hips up and down and forward and backward, all at the same time.

"Shit, Beyoncé.....," he moaned, "you drive me crazy." I moaned in ecstasy, moving my hips faster, him filling up every single ounce of me.

"I hate you," I moaned out.

"Say it again." His breathing was heavy and I could feel his hands squeezing my ass cheeks.

"I hate youuuuuu!" His hands moved from my behind to my hips, guiding them around faster, in a wave motion. "But I still fucking love you!" I screamed out of anger, passion, love, and pleasure.

"What do you call this again, baby?" he asked. I leaned my head back, and moaned, my body in pure heaven.

"Surfboard." My legs started shaking and I knew what was coming; I came on him, and collapsed onto him as he came into the water. He grabbed my hand and helped me up before pulling up the drain and then starting the shower. I pulled the shower curtain closed as we began washing each other. Dropping the loofa, I turned to face him and buried my face in my chest, kissing it a few times. Tears came down my face as everything that has happened in the past month washed over me. Fear, anger, sorrow, passion.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I love you, I love you, so much, Please don't leave me." My words became muffled as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my wet hair.

"No baby, I'm sorry... Everything is my fault." I looked up into his eyes, steam fogging the shower. "I love you." I buried my face in his chest once again.

"I love you so much baby. I was stupid for not listening to you, I can't leave you I know but I was just mad, and being reckless, and now she's dead," I said limply. I cried more and more, as all the responsibility continued to pile on top of me like a pile of bricks.

"No, baby, it's not your fault. It was Terry and Diaz.. They're a bunch of assholes." I suddenly remembered something important.

"Baby, baby! Diaz he.... he said he was coming for you," I half-screamed frantically, looking at the floor and running my hand through my curly weave (lmao).

"Okay, okay, ma, calm down. We're gonna get out of here today. There's a big deal waiting for us in New Orleans." I placed my hands on his chest and looked up at his face.

"Okay. Let's go."

"I love you."

"I love you," I replied, placing my my open lips on his and slowly letting them shut, just like they're designed to be.

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A/N

Like? I tried something new. Surfboart. Lmfao, but yea I tried to take a chapter to rebuild the romance level. Yay or nay? Who's ready for New Orleans???? *Evil Smirk*. If you're not, then you sure as hell better get ready... Just a forewarning. Comment, Vote, Etc. Thanks for reading!

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