Part 20

Peaches: Are you at least coming tomorrow? It's fine if not I just don't want to waste everyone's time waiting for you if I don't have to.

Ryan read the message and didn't reply. She'd be there. Now that the weekend had passed everything felt a little bit better. She wasn't really that mad at Beyoncé. Maybe she should go see her tonight, she thought. If Beyoncé wasn't busy. Maybe...

Sure she wanted to protect herself but Beyoncé had never made her feel unprotected so maybe she really should give her a chance. Besides, she was really horny and her roommates had been home all week. It was stressing her out. She couldn't stop thinking about Beyoncé.

The blonde one hadn't really done anything wrong. Ryan had just got in her head a little bit. She felt guilty now. It wasn't like they hadn't had that conversation before and Ryan had been okay with it before.

She'd been fine with their arrangement. They got along too well to just throw that away. Granted her conversations with Beyoncé weren't deep or anything, but it wasn't just surface level either.

Ryan: can i come over tonight

Peaches: Of course you can honey, do you want me to pick you up?

Ryan: nah its okay, i'll see you in a couple hours

Peaches: Okay princess, do you want me to get you any food or anything for tonight?

Ryan nibbled her lips. Beyonce was always making so much effort with her. She was still trying even though Ryan had been a bitch to her. The least she could do was buy them food. She had to make it up to her somehow.

So that's what she did, showed up with a bag full of food, a bottle of wine, some snacks and some nasty dark chocolate that Beyoncé had said she liked one time.

Beyoncé offered to meet her in the lobby but when Ryan got there she was in the bath so Ryan just used the key and went straight up.

"Hey I'm here," Ryan called out setting down the food and things on the table. Then she had an idea since Beyoncé was still in the bath, and started walking around the room to set things up.

Bey got out of the bath excitedly. She really had missed the younger girl. It was weird, like the air felt better when she was there. But she didn't know why Ryan was there. Was she still mad at her? Was she about to cuss her out? Would she tell Brooklyn about them? Everything felt so up in the air at the moment. They needed to have a talk about it all.

Her wet hair clung to her body in loose waves and she towel dried it before wrapping another towel around her body before she opened the bathroom door.

When she did, she saw Ryan on the bed wearing nothing but lingerie. Her mouth got dry and her eyes slowly, languidly, traced along Ryan's curves. Fuck, she'd missed her. Her lips parted slightly as she felt a heat rush over her skin, barely even noticing the slow r&b that was playing in the background.

"Hi," Ryan raised her dark eyebrows, letting a smirk rest on her lips.

Beyoncé breathed in sharply. "Hey," she couldn't tear her eyes away from Ryan's body. It was like she was in a trance seeing the red lace against her skin. "You look..." Beyoncé couldn't even finish her sentence because Ryan got up to hand her a glass of wine.

"Here, sit down," she bit the inside of her lip.

Beyoncé did as told accepting the wine as her eyes continued to trail over Ryan.

"I got us food. Do you wanna eat?"

Beyoncé almost said yes, mouth dry, not really focusing on what was being asked. She took a sip of the wine, swallowing, and then placing the glass down.

"Come h—," she said before stopping herself and watching whatever Ryan was doing. She was bent over in front of the mini fridge giving Beyoncé the perfect view of her ass. The light from the fridge even added to the ambiance but Beyoncé was impatient and didn't want to wait.

"Come here Ryan," she said and Ryan instantly skipped over to stand between her legs.

Beyoncé's hands flew quickly to her skin, smoothly running over the lace details that covered her ass.

"You're so sexy," Ryan said to her, her dark eyes running along Beyoncé's damp skin. The water droplets, the beauty marks, the wet hair, everything about her. She was so damn sexy.

"Thank you honey... I don't even wanna take this off of you," Beyoncé's eyes ran up and down her body again.

"They're crotchless," Ryan said and Beyoncé swore a sweat broke out against her skin. And then they were kissing, Beyoncé trying her best to take her time. Not to rush things. Ryan was unpredictable.

But at the same time, she now had days of pent up sexual frustration that she wanted to take out on Ryan. She wanted to make her cry and scream.

The shorter one unwrapped the towel from Beyoncé's skin tossing it to the floor, finally seeing the doctor in all her glory. She was stunning. "Shit..." she whispered looking her up and down. Beyoncé was sexy with or without clothes but without them was a special kind of sexy. The attraction was strong. Ryan needed her.

She placed a hand on Beyoncé's chest slightly pushing her back on the bed for her. "Let me do all the work mamas," she said searching Beyoncé's face.

The taller woman lay back following instructions with a small smirk. Ryan could've made her do anything when she was acting like this. They could address their problems later but right now she needed to cum.

She fell back into the sheets awaiting whatever Ryan would do to her.

And Ryan couldn't stop looking at her like that with her lips tucked behind her teeth and eyes low with tempered desire. Like she was the most perfect woman to ever exist. Like she was real actual edible food, and Ryan was seconds away from starvation.

Ryan's hand rested right over her stomach. She'd been planning to climb on top of her but then she looked at the naked woman and she couldn't help spreading those legs wide instead and climbing off the bed and onto her knees.

She tugged Beyoncé down so her ass was almost hanging off the bed. Beyonce didn't resist, just let her pull her body into position. And then Ryan was right in front of her and pushing her head between Beyoncé's warm thighs.

She didn't waste any time licking the throbbing skin between her legs. "Oh god baby," Beyoncé moaned. She was already so turned on. You could tell by the way her knees buckled and her legs shuddered with every touch. She'd been thinking about this for days. Pissed off that they weren't doing this more. And Ryan was always so much better than she remembered.

"You taste so good," Ryan said, not looking up at her from between those legs. Her tongue worked its magic as Beyoncé lay back soaking it in.

She thrust her hips into her lips, watching Ryan the entire time. She was apologising, Beyoncé could tell. The soft tongue flicks, her desperation to make Beyoncé cum.

"Come here sweet girl," Beyoncé instructed. She was getting antsy. She wanted what she wanted. "Come here, I need to feel you." She wanted Ryan on top of her. She wanted her control back.

Ryan blinked before she climbed up from her spot, placing her body over Beyoncé's and leaning down to press kisses to her lips as hands flew to her hips.

"You were doing such a good job but I want that pussy to make me cum."

Ryan swallowed, letting her leg fall between Beyoncé as the older woman adjusted her position on Ryan.

"Come make me feel good," Beyoncé hissed at the younger girl on top of her. She was so beautiful, even sexier in that lingerie that she wanted to tear from her skin. Her hands gripped her thighs, nails digging in as she found the perfect position for them.

"I wanted to make it up to you Bey," Ryan bit her lip, a small moan building in her throat as Beyoncé started to rock her body.

"You..." Beyoncé rolled her hips against her. Ryan felt so good on top of her like this? It was like their clits were communicating, kissing or something. "Oh fuck baby," she said gripping onto the younger girl.

Ryan watched her eyes dip and trail over her body. Beyoncé was watching her, turned on by her. She liked to see her body move. Liked the feeling of her on top of her.

So Ryan put on a show, rolling her hips, and tossing her head back. Beyoncé watched as she moved faster and faster, sexy as hell and unable to control herself.

"You look so pretty like this baby... faster... oh fuck just like that honey."

Ryan moaned arching her back, "you're so wet." She could feel it between her own thighs.

Beyoncé breathing sped up, "that's what you do to me Ryan... fuck you feel so good..."

Ryan started to pick up the pace. In that moment, they seemed perfect for each other the way their clits fit together so easily so sloppily. A slow drip of sweat slid down between her breasts falling onto Beyoncé's areola.

Beyoncé gripped her tighter, those nails digging into her skin.

"Bey I'm gonna—"

"Me too honey, wait for me."

Ryan tried her best to hold it in, feeling their clits rub together like this. She could feel Beyoncé's wetness all over her own. Both were soaking the bed like this fucking each other like their lives depended on it.

"Fuckkkk. Give it to me. Please Ry I need to feel you all over me," Beyoncé moaned out letting go. And Ryan followed quickly, before collapsing on top of her.

The next morning, Beyoncé had a presentation to give at Ryan's school. Since she drove, they were the first to arrive and Ryan sat on top of her desk as they waited for the other students.

"I was never mad at you by the way," Beyoncé turned to her, suddenly serious. "You're allowed to have feelings about this. It's not exactly ideal."

Ryans brow twitched, "yeah ..."

"If you could change one thing what would it be?" Beyoncé asked, her eyes trailing over Ryan's face.

"Um how much I see you. Sometimes I just wanna talk or you know, but it's so annoying if I have to call you or if you're busy or whatever. It would just be easier if you lived here..." she stuffed her hands in her pockets. That was actually the most frustrating part. When Beyoncé was there, they acted like they were dating just not going to certain areas. Ryan could live with that. "How about you?"

"Your age," Beyoncé ran a hand through her hair. "Don't get me wrong it was nice at first knowing someone your age could be into me. It's just now, sometimes I feel like a cradle snatcher"

"Awe mommy, goo goo ga ga," Ryan laughed.

"It was nice knowing you," Beyoncé rolled her eyes.

"Waaa" Ryan whined making a crying motion beside her eyes.

Beyoncé pushed her away, "alright thanks I can never have sex w—"

The door opened and students started entering in small crowds. Ryan took her seat, still laughing at her own joke. Beyoncé tried her best not to think about Ryan and got started on her job.

This time Beyoncé went straight to the airport after leaving. She had to catch her flight. Even though their time had been cut short, she couldn't be irresponsible every time she went to visit.

Hours later, she was disembarking and climbing into her all white car. Beyoncé propped her phone up and called Ryan on the way back from the airport. It was nice to have company and Ryan was probably going to text to ask about her flight anyway.

They FaceTimed as she drove, her left hand on the steering wheel while the setting sun cast a glow on her face and into the reflection of her glasses. Beyoncé's eyes were focused mostly on the road but every so often though, she'd glance at Ryan who was sat at her desk, with a pen pressed between her lips.

She was supposed to be reading a textbook but she was all too happy to be distracted by the older woman on her screen. They chatted for a little while, Ryan asking about her flight and bey asking about her classes. It was just a small talk since they were both a little busy but it was nice and light. Nothing too serious.

"Well don't let me distract you from your work honey" Beyoncé got ready to hang up the call.

"You're not distracting me," Ryan lied. Beyoncé raised a brow. "You are but I don't mind."

Beyoncé chuckled. "I really miss you," she said honestly.

"I miss you too babes."

Beyoncé bit her lip smiling from ear to ear. Ryan had never called her that before.

"I really should let you focus honey..." Beyoncé bit the inside of her lip. She was giddy but she didn't want to make it obvious.

"Do you mind if we just stay on the phone?" Ryan asked. She knew the second she hung up, she'd put down the work she was doing and go get a coffee or something just to avoid doing her work. It was helpful to have someone there while she worked.

Besides, it was nice to look up every so often and see Beyoncé's face. That concentrating look she wore, eyes focused and sexy like she was planning world domination.

"Sure, you mind if I turn on the radio?" Beyoncé asked and Ryan bit her lip. There were moments when Beyonce pulled her in so strongly, her voice slipping into that accent, slightly deeper than usual and not on purpose. Ryan loved when she sounded like that.

"Nah" she replied.

They stayed on the phone both doing their own thing for a little while. It was nice to just be in each other's company. Even if it was just virtually. Beyoncé drove back from the airport, nodding along to the music.

"Let me call you back when I get in," Beyoncé said after a while. She had a suitcase and some bags to carry inside and she didn't like having too many things in her hands.

Also they needed to actually talk about things but Ryan hadn't said anything and she couldn't decide if that conversation would be better in person or not.

When she got in, the phone was ringing — not her phone — the house phone. The house phone that never rang. The phone that she should've gotten rid of years ago because nobody used it. So she ignored it, hoping it was some kind of cold call. But then it rang again and her body tensed up. She got the idea she knew exactly who it was. Her chest grew tight. Maybe if she just ignored it he'd leave her alone.

But then she glanced at the landline, wondering if it would ever end. Even the ringing sound was jarring. It stopped and then it started up again. She wanted to scratch out her eardrums. At least if she couldn't hear then she could pretend that it wasn't happening.

But she was sick of this shit. Finally she picked it up holding the phone to her left ear. "What?" She huffed, not bothering to hide how she felt.

"Damn Bey, I can't just call to talk?" There it was. That familiar sound grating on her ears like a thousand knives. That voice she hated.

"The only reason you're calling the house phone is because I blocked your number so no, I obviously don't wanna talk to you"

"Come on baby, just talk to me for a minute," she could hear his smirk through the phone.

"I don't want to"

"Beyoncé—"

"Don't 'Beyoncé' me, fuck off." Her grip on the phone tightened. She was getting so tired of this. At first it was her cellphone and then she blocked his number. Then it was the gifts showing up. Now it was stuff like this.

"That's not what you really want Bey."

"Yes it is, what the fuck is wrong with you? You know I don't wanna talk to you." She was screaming now, clutching the phone tight in her hands.

"It's been a year, come on"

"You come on. Leave me the fuck alone. It's been a year of this shit, leave me alone."

"I gave you what you wanted, you need to let me come home"

"You think I wanted a divorce so I could go back to you? It's been 2 years Shawn. I don't want you back. I don't fucking like you."

"Yes you do."

"How does that even make sense? Stop calling me," she slammed the phone down this time. She'd had enough.

Immediately it began to ring again and she got up to unplug all of the wires. She didn't know why she kept that phone on anyway. It was 2025. No one ever used it.

Moments later, Ryan's contact popped back up on her screen and she sighed. She couldn't deal with that right now. She left it to ring while she went to clear her head, running herself a bubble bath, pouring in some essential oils and finding a bath bomb to help her relax and get her mind off of her ex. He just wouldn't leave her alone and Beyoncé was getting more and more stressed out about it.

When she'd told her friend, Chris, he'd told her to report it. She tried to tell her sister but the conversation was going in the same direction. So she ignored them both. That was Brooklyns father. And if she called the police on him, Brooke would never forgive her. She probably wouldn't even be able to forgive herself.

Besides, she didn't want to ruin her child's image of her dad. Even if she saw him as Satan incarnate, she wanted Brooke to have a father. He was good at that, if nothing else.

The tub filled up and Beyoncé lit some candles, setting up her speaker to play some soft jazz. She usually would've played r&b but she wasn't in the mood for all of those love and sex songs that would make her think of things she couldn't have. Instead she enjoyed the smooth rhythm of a saxophone in her ears.

It was a welcome break from the thoughts running through her mind. Thoughts of murder, setting his property on fire, keying his cars, terrorising him as much as he tried to terrorise her.

When she felt a little better she decided to call Brooke.

"Hi Brooklyn berry," she forced a smile into her voice. She missed her kid all the time and now was just another one of those times. Especially since she'd just been talking to the idiot she'd procreated with.

"Hey mom, you okay?"

"Yep, just letting you know I'm home. How are you? I miss you darling," Bey asked. She was still a little rattled from talking to Shawn earlier.

"I'm okay, do you need something?"

Beyoncé sighed. "No, just wanted to hear your voice."

"Okay mom stop being weird."

"Sorry," Beyoncé forced herself to chuckle instead of crying. Brooke was just being young but it hurt when she pushed her away. She'd thought they were making progress. That things might finally go back to normal. But that must've just been wishful thinking, and wishes didn't make reality, she thought.

"You sure you're okay mom?" Brooke asked slightly frowning.

"Yeah of course my love. Enjoy the rest of your day, okay?"

"Sure mom... okay bye"

"Bye, I love you," she said but Brooke had already hung up.

Beyoncé sighed. She didn't know what had happened for her life to end up like this. Everything used to be so good. How had 20 years of marriage ended like this? Now her daughter hated her and her ex husband wouldn't leave her alone.

Beyoncé knew some of the reason why Brooklyn treated her like this but she couldn't exactly do anything about divorcing her dad. She hated the man he was now, she was not getting back with him. No matter how much he asked and tried to bother her until she did it. But was that really enough for Brooke to act like this?

After a while, she started to do her skincare, rubbing the soft lotion into her skin, appreciating the scents on her body and trying her best not to think about how fucked up things were for her these days. Shawn had once been the love of her life, the man she called every day just to make sure he ate, the man she prayed for and would've gone to war for if she had to. Now he was just a thorn in her side. An extremely bothersome, poisonous thorn.

Beyoncé just put the tv on and laid down on the sofa. She didn't wanna talk to anyone or do anything for a while. One bottle of wine and 3 episodes in to Law & Order, Beyoncé was fast asleep against the sofa cushions.

It wasn't a good sleep but it wasn't bad either. She just woke up feeling groggy and alone in her home. It was 5am when she woke up, the air soft and comfortable in the living room.

She didn't usually wake up that early but it wasn't so early that the sun wasn't up. So she got up and got herself a glass of water before deciding to start her day. Shower and then breakfast and then she finally checked her phone. Shit, she'd forgotten about Ryan.

——————-Thought? Shawn calling?

Ryan making up with bey? You think it's gonna last?

Yalls theories last chapter were CRAZY. Oh my god... I can't decide if ima go with one of yalls or my original plan. We'll see because I could kinda do both but that's so messy idkkkk

Also I think I might chill on the sex scenes. Unless yall really want them I think ima just write "they had sex" instead 😭