Part 13

Beyoncé was awake way too early, which meant she was ready early as well. She'd showered and done her hair after getting dressed and changing her outfit. It was Wednesday morning and she hadn't seen Ryan since Monday when she dropped her off. She would've been okay with that but the excuse Ryan gave was eating away at her. She'd said something vague about having work to do and it not being a good idea.

Beyoncé: Of course, honey. Whatever you need

Beyoncé had replied even though she felt weird about it. It felt like Ryan was trying to blow her off. And she probably was. Beyoncé couldn't tell exactly. Everything had seemed so good before she'd left and now Ryan felt distant. And Bey couldn't understand why.

Beyoncé just knew she'd been looking forward to seeing her and then she suddenly wasn't going to see her anymore. It was fine though. She would see her later on, for her study. And all the other students too.

Beyoncé knew it was ridiculous and childish but she wanted Ryan to pay attention to her now. The girl had never been so busy before. What had changed now?

Beyoncé: Glasses or no glasses? *2 attachments*

Was that kind of a slutty thing to send at 7 in the morning? Yes, but Beyoncé was desperate at this point. Maybe she could remind Ryan of how good the sex was between them. Of how much she liked when Ryan sat on her face. Their bodies seemed to just get each other.

But Ryan hadn't even texted her properly since Monday, only a "yh" to let her know she made it safely and then a message to blow her off about Tuesday night. Now Beyoncé was wondering if she'd done something wrong.

Maybe she'd pushed her too far. Maybe it was too much with the toys — they hadn't even used most of them. Or maybe it was something else. Beyoncé didn't know. She just had a feeling that Ryan was upset with her.

After sending the pictures, she had to wait for over an hour for a response and all she got was a thumbs up reaction. Ryan had been typing but then she'd stopped. And now Beyoncé's heart dropped and she felt stupid for even asking, for even taking the pictures. She put on a shirt, got up, grabbed her bag, and made her way to the college building. At least there she could be distracted by work.

She walked through the offices to get her visitor pass and sign in as before. Then she spoke to that same professor who had shadowed her on day 1. He was there again apparently. But this time she had been given her own office for the day. That was where she'd conduct the student interviews. It was big enough for her to set up a camera and small enough for it to still be private.

She went back to the classroom waiting for the students, particularly Ryan, to walk through those doors. Students entered in small packs, no more than 4 at a time. There wasn't that many of them and they walked up in groups around the start time, all taking their seats. But Ryan didn't come.

Beyoncé waited assuming she was just late. But then ask the other students were all there. Minutes passed and she delayed starting her talk until she couldn't wait any longer.

When she started the class and Ryan still wasn't there she felt awful. What if Ryan was actually sick this whole time? What if there was something really wrong with her and all she'd done was worry about how it had affected her? Maybe she was just being selfish.

She tried to shake it off as she read through her proposal, trying to give the students an idea of how the research would impact the science. She was a psychologist first and foremost so this stuff was fascinating to her, but she could tell a lot of the students didn't really care. They were mainly there for the money and vouchers.

About 10 minutes later, the door swung open and Ryan entered.

Beyoncé's speech faltered, watching Ryan find her seat. She looked so damn pretty, and that little swing in her walk was still there even with the cloud she carried over her head. Beyoncé hesitated though. Something was going on with her.

Ryan didn't make eye contact, but she didn't look at anyone. She just found a seat and plopped down groaning at the fact they had stopped the class for her interruption.

"Uh... yeah" Beyoncé cleared her throat. "So I'm going to be interviewing all of you now and then again in 6 months," Beyoncé explained before pulling up a list of all their names. She asked if people had a preference of time slots, some did but most were okay and she drew up a timetable deliberately putting Ryan last.

As much as she wanted to talk to her straight away, she didn't want to be cut off by another students time slot. She needed to talk to Ryan, just the two of them without interruptions.

Beyoncé hated this. She hated trying to figure out problems when people could just tell her what was going on. Just because she'd studied psychology didn't mean she wanted to be using it in her personal life to figure out what was going on with people. Besides, when she did that, people accused her of trying to diagnose them or they got mad at her.

Everything could just be solved with more communication. Why couldn't Ryan just say something if there was a problem?

She continued as normal, finishing her presentation before starting the interviews. Most of them were fine, short slots for her to gather information and get a sense of each persons issues.

At the end of the interviews, Ryan walked into the office, bag slung over her shoulder as if she was already tired. She took a seat before Beyoncé could say anything and waited for the interview to start.

A series of emotions flicked over Beyoncé's face. She had a job to do, she was a professional. But she couldn't do that if Ryan was... what was this? She swallowed, thinking to herself.

She had planned to conduct the interview as normal but she couldn't help herself. She needed to know. "Ryan are you... have I done something to upset you?"

Ryan rolled her eyes. "No, can we just do this. I want my $400"

Beyoncé chewed the inside of her lip. This attitude was kind of sexy, she didn't think Ryan had it in her. She wanted to see it more and she wanted to fuck it out of her.

But she was at work.

"Are you s—"

"Yes," she huffed cutting Beyoncé off. If Beyoncé was going to leave her alone eventually she'd rather she hurry up and get it over with. This was just a waste of time for both of them.

Beyoncé sighed rubbing her temples. She didn't want to do anything inappropriate or to disrespect Ryan's boundaries. But she wanted to understand where this was coming from. Had she done something wrong? She swallowed pulling out the interview questions and turning on the camera.

It was a series of standard mental health questions: in the last two weeks how would you describe your mood, have you experienced any difficulty with sleep, consumed any high amounts of alcohol, any drugs, have you engaged in any risky sexual behaviour.

Ryan paused at this last question looking up from her lap and directly at Beyoncé. "Uh... maybe," she said forcing herself not to look so nervous despite the way Beyoncé looked at her.

Beyoncé frowned and raised a brow before it all clicked in her mind. Ryan was probably sleeping with other people. Beyoncé felt her chest get tight. She was supposed to be a professional, she wasn't there to have feelings. But she really hated the thought of that. Ryan felt like hers though she knew she wasn't.

"Um..." she quickly stood up turning off the camera. "You can um," she swallowed. She couldn't exactly control what Ryan did with her own body. "You can say anything, I'll just um— I'll separate it. I'll be Dr Knowles in here and I won't bring it up to you... well um outside of getting tested and safety. I'll just... that's it. It's fine."

She toyed with her fingers and her face had a red tinge, she was trying her best to not be weird about it. She knew people did that. Especially young people these days. And why shouldn't they? They hadn't exactly spoken about what they were doing with each other.

"It's fine Ryan, I'm sorry. You can do whatever you want it's not like I ever said anything about not sleeping with other people or... anything. It's um it's fine. Seriously, don't worry, you can answer the question," she said about to hit the button on the camera to resume the interview.

Ryan squinted, "I was talking about you."

Beyoncé frowned, "what?"

"I... you're the only one I've slept with," Ryan said confused about why Bey was confused.

"Oh," Beyoncé released a sigh of relief. She was ashamed that she was more concerned about other people touching Ryan than she was about her own sexual health. But Ryan was saying that it was only her. They were both only sleeping with each other. Ryan didn't have any one else's hands on her. "Wh... that's not risky?" She said realising how Ryan answered the question.

Ryan looked down, "I've never done some of that stuff before."

"Oh honey," Beyoncé sat on the desk in front of her, reducing the space between them. "The question's about things that increase your risk of STIs. Like if you were high or drunk, things like that. It's not... we didn't do anything like that," Beyoncé bit her lip resisting the urge to stroke over her cheek. She was just the cutest.

"Oh," Ryan hummed. That made sense. They continued the interview and Ryan seemed to relax a little bit through the process. She wasn't really mad at Beyoncé, she was just trying to prepare herself for when Beyoncé left. Trying to distance herself before the airplane did it for her.

Because this time, she knew when Beyoncé was leaving. This time it wouldn't be a surprise. And she had to prepare herself.

There were questions about her eating habits and appetite which Ryan smirked at. It was the tiniest curve of her lips but Beyoncé caught the a sparkle in her eyes and bite of her lips as she shuffled in her seat.

Beyoncé asked her final questions before she spoke again in the same way she had ended most of the interviews. "That's the final question, Ryan. Thank you for your participation," she shut off the camera faster this time not allowing Ryan to leave before they spoke.

"Honey, please tell me if I've done something wrong?"

Ryan shook her head, almost melting at how Beyoncé was acting. She was being so sweet to her, her eyes all innocent and wide. She really was desperate for Ryan's attention. And she really hadn't done anything wrong. Ryan just had conflicting feelings that she hadn't really known how to handle. "You're good, Bey," she said with a smile.

"Yeah?" Beyoncé asked and Ryan nodded in response. "Good enough to get a kiss?" Beyoncé couldn't help herself. She'd been holding back through that whole interview, trying to understand where she could push.

Ryan giggled, "I guess you can." She climbed onto Beyoncé's lap leaning down to press their lips together.

Beyoncé shuddered as those pillowy lips rested on hers causing a tingle to spread through her body. She wrapped her arms around Ryan pulling her in gently, not wanting to let go. She missed this body in her arms, the fruity smell of Ryan's perfume, the way she always licked over her lips just once when they pulled away.

"Hmm," Beyoncé raised a brow. "I missed you baby," she tucked a hair behind Ryan's ear.

"I missed you too," Ryan said, already having her lips on Beyoncé's neck.

She had missed her, missed how the other woman's skin felt against her, missed how Beyoncé was so vocal with her desire and how their bodies seemed to understand each other, easily giving in to what the other wanted.

"Mmm shit," Beyoncé felt herself fall into Ryan's touch. "Ryan" she moaned, enjoying her kisses too much. She'd been deprived of them for far too long. Then Ryan started to suck just beneath her collar bone. "Shit," she hissed before she remembered this was an office she wasn't supposed to be in for much longer.

"Ry honey," Beyoncé breathed a pained sigh. "Uhh we can't... we can't do this here" Beyoncé groaned. She wanted to do it right then and there. Let Ryan spread her out on the desk and taste what she'd done to her. To let her feel how wet she was, how easily she'd cum, how much she'd missed her touch.

But it couldn't be there. Not in that office.

"Come with me," Beyoncé grabbed Ryan's hand so that they could finish this in her car.

———

On the way out of the building, they ran into Zendaya and Justine causing Beyoncé to quickly drop her hand, wishing she hadn't gotten so comfortable as she wiped her palms. Something about Ryan just made her want to relax.

"H-hi y'all. Justine and Zendaya right?" They were about to see her anyway.

"Hey Brooke's mom""Hi how's it going"

Beyoncé plastered on her warm 'mom who bakes cookies for the PTA' smile as she spoke to her kids roommates. "I was just going to going to give Ryan here one of the books I forgot to give Brooklyn on Monday," she said to them while doing that thing with her left hand. Anyone who knew her would know that she was lying. But these girls didn't know her. And she needed an excuse for being with Ryan.

"Oh okay, do you want us to come with you?" Justine asked noticing how nervous Ryan looked right now.

"It's just a book, she can do it" Zendaya smirked trying to help her friend out. If Ryan was going to have a crush on her, she should at least try and talk to her.

But Ryan panicked. "N-no yeah you both should come," she blurted. She couldn't have it looking like anything apart from Beyoncé giving her a book. She was so worried Zendaya could see through her now. She figured out she liked Beyoncé, what if she figured out that it was mutual?

Beyoncé just raised a brow and led the way talking to the girls. She asked her regular questions about how classes were going, and if they were all eating and taking care of themselves. Justine answered most of them with Ryan rolling her eyes behind her back and Zendaya nudging Ryan to talk because if she was going to have a crush on the lady, she might as well speak to her.

Luckily Beyoncé actually did have a book to give Brooklyn for her economics class, one of the things she'd picked it up in the mall on Saturday. She handed it to Justine, thanking them for doing this.

Then she turned to Ryan who was chewing her inner lip. "Ryan did you still want me to give you that lift?" Beyoncé asked, twitching the fingers on her left hand.

Zendaya and Justine both raised their eyebrows. Where was Ryan going that she needed a lift. It was a Wednesday evening and come to think of it, she hasn't been home on Sunday either. Ryan nodded sliding into the car.

They'd have to ask when she got home. But by then she could come up with a good excuse.

Beyoncé hugged both the girls, saying her goodbyes before she left with Ryan. Then finally she was alone driving along the street with Ryan beside her. She looked over at her while tapping her nails against the wheel. They had to get out of there.

"Sorry I panicked," Ryan grit her teeth.

"It's fine honey, I probably would've forgotten about the book if that hadn't happened anyway."

Ryan hummed with a soft smile. Beyoncé was focused on the road now. And Ryan watched as the highway appeared, the windshield wipers clearing away the rain. Were they going back to her hotel? Didn't she have a flight to catch?

"Ryan what are you thinking?" Beyoncé could hear her brain silently working. She was quiet but this was a little too quiet.

"J-Just um... don't you have a flight to catch?"

"Shit." Beyoncé remembered checking the time. She'd be cutting it close but maybe... No. She should just turn around, take Ryan home and forget it. She should go to the airport. She should be a responsible adult. She literally had a 9am session the next day.

But, instead she called the airline and decided to change her flight. Being responsible was no fun. She wanted to be careless and to not deal with the consequences. Who cared if she was late? At least she wouldn't be horny and torn up inside with thoughts of Ryan.

She glanced at Ryan, who was looking at her like she was crazy. "I can't let you leave me like this again. And besides we have to try that thing" she smirked.

"What thing?" Ryan asked biting the inside of her lip.

"You know exactly what I mean," Beyoncé raised a brow as they pulled up to the hotel. She handed the keys off and the two walked upstairs.

Bey led Ryan inside, her hand pressed into the small of her back. The scent of fresh roses was the first thing to hit their nostrils. They were red and lazily tossed into the trash, as if they'd disturbed the natural order of the space. Beyoncé bristled walking into the room but she said nothing.

This time she sat just down on the couch and Ryan followed sitting beside her.

"Is okay if I turn on the tv?" Beyoncé asked causing Ryan to shrug. She'd never cared about that before but Ryan crossed her legs watching her flick through the channels.

Beyoncé's eyes were on the tv but Ryan could tell she wasn't paying much attention. Something seemed to be on her mind if the way her lower lip was tucked between her teeth was any indication. She was deep in thought about something.

"You okay?" Ryan asked.

Beyoncé startled but then she hummed, "I'm fine honey." Her voice just sounded polite. "You?"

"Mm," Ryan frowned. "Are you sure?" She pressed, noticing the way Beyoncé's lips pressed together tightly, as if there was something burrowed beneath her surface.

Beyoncé nodded, not saying anything, her hand pressing on the tv remote. Ryan didn't know her well enough to get mad at her for lying. But she did know what she'd been brought there for and that they weren't doing that right now.

"Did you still wanna try the 'thing'?" She asked quietly.

That seemed to get Beyoncé's attention. She looked over at Ryan on the sofa beside her. She was sat so patiently, watching Beyoncé watch the tv.

"You're so beautiful Ryan," she said, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she said it.

Ryan smiled not knowing what to say in response. Beyoncé said it often but there were times, like now, when it felt like she was trying to say more than just those words. But Ryan just didn't know what it was that she was trying to say.

"Bey?" She questioned, watching Beyoncé's eyes which seemed to be somewhere else completely.

After a moment, Beyoncé finally focused, and she placed a hand beneath Ryan's chin, stroking the pad of her thumb over her cheeks. "Let me take a shower honey, I'll be right back." She pressed her lips to Ryan's giving her a small peck. "Wait here for me" she said, leaving Ryan confused and alone.

Ryan grabbed the remote looking through all options, HBO, Paramount Plus, and all the rest of it. She finally settled on something while Beyoncé was in the shower, hoping she wouldn't take much longer.

Beyoncé just had to clear her mind, and when she returned from the shower, Ryan was laying on the sofa watching tv. Bey had put on a light camisole that hugged and draped around her curves, clinging to the parts of her skin that she hadn't properly dried off.

Ryan glanced up to see the outline of Beyoncé's breasts, the curve of her hips and those brown nipples beneath the sheer material. Her mouth almost watered before she even had a chance to get to Beyoncé's face.

"Thanks for waiting for me honey," Beyoncé sauntered slowly over to the sofa. Ryan watched the way her hips moved. That walk was pure seduction.

"Uh huh..." Ryan really wasn't listening anymore, her focus on the older woman's curves which were getting closer.

"What are we watching honey?" Beyoncé didn't really care for the answer as she sat on the inch of sofa Ryan that wasn't spread out on.

The younger one scrambled to move but Beyoncé caught her feet and placed them her lap. They were still clad in socks as Beyoncé peeled them off and pressed her fingers into the soles of Ryan's feet.

"Honey?"

"O-oh sorry, it's American Horror Story," Ryan had been rewatching old episodes and now she was melting into this massage. She didn't realise how much she'd needed something like this. She'd gone through 21 years of life without ever having the deep tissue of her feet caressed. It felt really good all the way down to her bones.

If Ryan could've ignored the swell of Beyoncé's chest and the soft throbbing between her legs, she could've enjoying this massage even more. But instead she hit pause on the remote watching Beyoncé concentrate on just rubbing her feet.

"This is so..." she trailed off.

"What honey?" Beyoncé looked up, locking their eyes together, honey brown meeting the deep brown of molasses.

Ryan just looked at her, feet in her hands and made a gesture.

"Intimate?" Beyoncé asked trying to get where Ryan was going.

"Yeah"

"It doesn't have to be, honey," Beyoncé tucked her lips in shyly. "I can stop."

"It's not that, I just..." Ryan sighed. "You're leaving tomorrow..."

"Hm" Beyoncé breathed urging her to continue.

"And I don't know what this is, what we're doing."

"Ryan I... if you weren't..." Beyoncé sighed and chewed on her bottom lip now, thinking, trying to figure out what to say.

"It's okay. I just... this is kind of a lot. I just need to understand what this is" Ryan's thick brows knitted together. She needed an answer, something more than "I don't know."

"What are we doing?"

Beyoncé ran a hand through her hair. She couldn't get out of answering this anymore.

————————[A/N]Thoughts? Ryan ignoring bey for a lil while? What happened with Bey? What y'all think Beys gonna say to her?

Gonna start asking random questions again to get yall to start commenting.... How do you feel about massages? I've never had a real one