Part 29

"You ready?" Ryan asked as Beyoncé picked up her car keys.

"Mhm, what are we doing?"

"Shhh don't ask questions. Just drive me to a store."

"Fine," Beyoncé rolled those wide eyes but drove her anyway and waited in the car as Ryan picked up everything she needed. It was Saturday and Ryan had got there last night talking about how she had a plan for a date and Beyoncé just had to let it happen. Ryan came back from the store with two grocery store bags, holding something behind her back.

Beyoncé squinted trying to look in the bags. "What did you get?"

"Oh my god you're so bad at surprises," Ryan said handing her the bouquet behind her back.

"You got me flowers?"

"Mhm," Ryan nodded, climbing into the car as Beyoncé blushed smelled them and bit the inside of her lip. She gave Ryan a look, head tilted against the seat as she watched her get into the car.

"Thank you baby," she said still biting the inside of her lip. There was a warmth in her chest now. Ryan made her feel special. She was the first person to buy her flowers since Shawn. Something about that felt meaningful to her. And flowers from Shawn were usually apologies. These were flowers just because... Beyoncé loved that. It made her blush way more than she wanted to.

"You're welcome Bey," Ryan replied smiling. It was so worth it just to see Beyoncé's small teeth in her cute smile. She was adorable.

"So where are we going?"

"Seriously?" Ryan laughed.

"I just like to know what's going on."

"Well you're gonna be real mad now cuz I'm just gonna give you directions and you'll see when we get there."

"Ryan..."

"Nope"

"Just tell me"

"Shh it's okay, just drive. Left at the end of this road." Ryan instructed pulling up maps on her phone. She was just going to read whatever it said on the screen.

Beyoncé drove following the directions in mock annoyance. Ryan could've at least told her what they were doing. She nagged her a little but Ryan eventually stopped responding and connected her phone to play music while they drove.

"Why are we at a park?"

"We're having a picnic. There's supposed to be like a waterfall thing around here somewhere. You like water and I like nature and pretty things if you haven't noticed... Oh and we can feed the ducks after if you want to."

A slow smile tickled Beyoncé's lips. She should've known it would be a picnic with how much Ryan liked outside. Also spring had just begun so the weather was improving. "I probably shouldn't have worn white then."

"It's fine, this blanket I got is huge." Ryan said as they looked for a calm spot without too many people around.

"Can we sit up there?" Beyoncé pointed to a spot overlooking the lake and Ryan nodded. She was letting go and letting Ryan take over the plans, but she did love bodies of water. They made her feel small in a way that put her life into perspective. She loved to just watch the water go by.

Beyoncé let Ryan lead the way, following behind her with a warm smile. They sat down on a hill that overlooked the lake and Ryan pulled out all the food and snacks she got from the bags.

She had thought of everything — snacks, wipes, plastic cutlery, paper towels. It was kind of nice for Beyoncé not to be in control of everything. She trusted the younger one knew what she was doing even though she wanted to know every tiny detail. But she resisted the urge to ask, instead breathing in the cool breeze as she took a seat on the blanket crossing her legs and watching Ryan sort through the things she bought.

"Strawberries?" She asked noticing the punnet.

"Chocolate strawberries," Ryan confirmed tearing the plastic off. "Open your mouth," Ryan told her, popping open the packaging and taking one out.

Beyoncé did as told allowing the younger one to slip the strawberry into her mouth. She closed her lips, biting into the chocolate and keeping eye contact with Ryan as she did. The chocolate cracked as she bit into the flesh letting the juice spill into her mouth. She started to chew tasting the sweetness on her tongue as Ryan held the other half of strawberry in between her fingers.

Ryan ran her tongue over her lips feeling that familiar throbbing between her legs. "Yep that's why I got them," she said watching Beyoncé smirk as she licked the small red droplet from her bottom lip.

"Give me another one," Beyoncé said, dimples showing, and Ryan turned around to do as told.

In the time it took for her to get another strawberry from the punnet, Beyoncé had got comfortable on the blanket, lying down on her side. Her hair flowed over the left side of her head and she slipped off her glasses to wait for her strawberry.

"Damn," Ryan said as she turned around.

"What?" Beyoncé flicked her eyes up to the other woman. As if she didn't know.

"Nothing," Ryan tugged her lip between her teeth. "Open," she leaned over so she was practically on top of Beyoncé, using a hand to hold herself up. Their eyes met and Beyoncé opened her mouth, Ryan tracing her lips with the fruit. Then she slid it in and the two watched each other closely.

"Beyoncé..." Ryan breathed.

The older one chewed, using her tongue to swipe up the strawberry juice from her lips. "What?" The older one smirked not even bothering to act like she didn't know what she was doing.

"Can we eat before you start trying to seduce me?"

"You're so boring," Beyoncé rolled her eyes, batting her eyelashes.

"You're sick," Ryan laughed still not moving from her position hovering over her. Beyoncé wrapped an arm around her causing her to loose her balance and fall on top of her.

They both started laughing and planting kisses on each other's faces lips before deciding to eat instead of having sex with her in front of all the bugs, trees and wandering eyes.

There weren't many people around but occasionally someone would stroll past them, licking an ice cream or pushing a stroller and talking on the phone.

Beyoncé decided to use this time to get to know even more about Ryan. This, to her, meant asking questions: what would you do in a zombie apocalypse, what about a nuclear bomb, where would you go, how do you feel about pets?

At the third one Ryan frowned, "what are these questions?"

Beyoncé shrugged, "I just wanna see how you think." She said wiping her hands on a napkin. "I should've bought wipes."

Ryan handed her the hand sanitiser and they stood up to walk around, hand in hand. "Is this some kind of psychology test? Why do I feel like I'm failing."

"You're not— it's not a test," Beyoncé rolled her eyes. "I'm just curious. I want to know more about you."

"You're curious about me?"

"Mmm."

They talked a little more watching the birds fly past in the sky, and the ducks swim past. "You wanna feed them?" Ryan asked. She'd specifically got berries so if they didn't finish them they could feed the ducks.

"I'd rather not," Beyoncé said causing Ryan to chuckle. She knew exactly who she was, and Ryan thought it was cute.

They started to walk, getting closer to the lake and enjoying each others company as the sun got lower in the sky. It was nowhere near sunset but the weather was cooling down a little as they walked.

It was a really pretty park, full of instagrammable spots and it was beautiful. Ryan usually would've been posting her story but she was actually enjoying being in the moment with Beyoncé.

The older one hadn't been there before. Brooke had probably been on a field trip or something but Beyoncé and outside hadn't really mixed like that in years. There was a couple sitting by the pond. It looked like they were arguing and both Beyoncé and Ryan fell silent and slowed down so they could listen.

The man was shouting about something she should've told him and the woman was yelling back that he'd had never told her about Lisa from work so she didn't feel bad for not telling him about Charles. Beyoncé and Ryan kept walking slowly, listening to the two yell at each other as much as they could without being obvious, both exchanging reactions to each word said as they passed under a tree. As they were walking, Ryan felt something wet fall into her hair.

She reached up to feel it, meeting Beyoncé's eyes and seeing the horrified look on her face. The older one moved as fast as she could from underneath the trees, backing away quickly from Ryan.

"Oh my god." Ryan touched her head as Beyoncé continued to back away. "Did it just shit on me?" Ryan felt wet bird poop in her hair and now on her hand.

Beyoncé looked sick almost as if she'd been the victim of this viscous attack. "See this is why I don't like nature." She continued backing away in disgust.

"Stop leaving me oh my god." Ryan moved closer to her.

"I—I have wipes in the car," Beyoncé was still inching away from her as Ryan followed. It was white and faded green dripping down the back of her head.

Ryan had never seen her walk so fast as they raced back to the car so Ryan could wipe it off.

"You ready to go now?" Beyoncé raised a brow at the other girl, who actually found it funny now that she'd wiped most of it off. Besides, wasn't bird poop good luck?

"Come on Bey, we can stay for a little bit." She said but Beyoncé was already turning the key.

"Uhn uhn you do not wanna see me if that happens to me, it's not even funny."

"You need to loosen up — ooh you wanna do shots later?"

Beyoncé bit her lip, "that actually sounds fun."

"Right! Let's get a bottle."

"Or we could just drink the wine I already have."

"Nope shots is more fun."

"Alright honey, but you're not touching me until you shower."

"Oh my god," Ryan sighed exasperated. She was so dramatic. But she was right, it was nasty. It had left behind a stickiness in her hair that made her feel gross.

They got back and Ryan went straight to the shower. She needed to get that shit off of her, literally. It was disgusting. She grabbed whatever of Beyoncé's products she could squirting them into her hair and scrubbing. She probably used way too much but she felt disgusting. She wanted to be clean.

She washed herself like three times using practically every product in the bathroom. Partly because she wanted it off of her, and also because she didn't think Beyoncé would ever touch her again if she wasn't properly clean. She spent over an hour in the shower just to feel decontaminated.

When she finally got out of the shower, she could barely even make out the mirror, it was so fogged up. And the room held so many scents of different washes.

Ryan dried off, tying her hair up. It was still wet but not soaking as she stepped out of the bathroom. She found some shorts and a tank top to put on before she made her way through the house to find Beyoncé, who was in the kitchen on the phone.

"Mm I'm gonna go later on tomorrow. She's... I don't know, I worry about her." Beyoncé said to whoever was on the phone. "...you should come soon... Solange, you know it's not her fault..."

Ryan tucked her lips in, backing up. Whatever that was wasn't her business and she wasn't trying to intrude. So she found the bottle they'd left out and the took a seat on the sofa putting on The Conjuring.

Moments later, Beyoncé entered the living room with 2 glasses in her hand. "I made cocktails," she said placing down the glasses.

"Okay but we're still doing shots," Ryan raised a brow as Beyoncé took her seat beside her.

"Mm you smell clean," Beyoncé breathed her in taking a seat.

"I am clean. You got changed?"

"Yeah I showered while you were... doing whatever took you so long."

"You're the one who was acting like I was the most disgusting thing in the world. I was just taking my time to get clean."

"I could've slept and had breakfast in the time you took."

"Whatever," Ryan rolled those eyes that Beyoncé always thought were so sexy.

"You're lucky you're so damn pretty," Beyoncé said noticing the curls in Ryan's hair. She hadnt seen her like this before. Her hair was almost always straightened or tied back. It was nice to see her like this. Surprisingly, it actually look made her look older. Most people were the opposite.

"What are we watching?"

"We're not, we're drinking."

Bey bit her lip, tequila made her horny. So she took the shot and Ryan did the same.

And 2 hours later, Ryan was screaming in pleasure.

"Fuck Beyoncé" Ryan moaned feeling the vibrations on her clit. "Please please please oh my god." She was practically bursting now as Beyoncé sent shivers through her body with a mixture of toys and her fingers.

She pressed the vibrator harder against Ryan's clit while continuing to thrust her fingers into Ryan. "B- bey— oh fuck."

The clamps on her nipples weren't helping. She was so stimulated she felt like she was about to lose consciousness. And they were sat in front of a mirror, Beyoncé behind her playing with her body while Ryan screamed and moaned.

The blonde ones eyes didn't leave her. They were low, sliding along her body with ease. "You look so fucking pretty," she said watching Ryan near her peak. "Mmm you gonna make that pussy cum for mama?"

"I—" Ryan moaned practically cumming already as Beyoncé touched her.

"Come on honey, open your eyes. I want you to see how sexy you look right now."

"B-Bey fuckk" she opened them but her vision was blurry. The vibrations on her clit were just too much, combined with Beyoncé's long fingers pressed up against her spot.

"Hm babygirl? Mama wants to see you cum."

"Please I'm—" she groaned as the vibrator ran along her clit, Beyoncé sat behind her as she toyed with her body over and over.

"Oh fuck oh fuck," Ryan moaned as her body unraveled and she squirted on Beyoncé's mirror.

"Just like that baby, look at you. So fucking beautiful," Beyoncé clicked the vibrator off, planting kisses all over Ryan's bare skin. Her fingers continued to stroke inside of her, slowly helping her come back down.

"You want some water?" She asked pulling her fingers out and gently taking the clamps off of her nipples. She pressed her lips to Ryan's neck and Ryan nodded coming down from whatever that was. Beyoncé always pushed her body to new limits.

Beyoncé helped her lie down on the bed and got up to get her a glass of water.

"Here you go honey," Beyonce handed her a bottle. It was refrigerated water, cold but not icy.

Ryan drank like she'd been on the verge of dehydration. "Thanks," she said finally putting the bottle down.

"You're so beautiful," Beyoncé mused watching her begin to breathe normally again.

Ryan bit her lip, "where's that toy box, it's my turn."

The older one blushed. She thought Ryan would be too worn out, but maybe that was the benefit of youth. Ryan wasted no time searching through the satin lined chest looking for what she wanted. She knew exactly what type of toy she was looking for.

Seeing Beyoncé so weak last time had done something to her, altered her brain chemistry or something. She needed to make her unravel like that again. She searched for a dildo that was big enough but also had a curve on the end, and found a pink one that happened to also be Beyoncé's favourite toy to use when she wanted penetration.

The older one frowned, how the fuck did she know that? "You know too much about me," she's said, still a little tipsy as she pulled off her panties and bra. They were getting in the way.

"I know everything about you," Ryan laughed pulling the straps up her legs and tightening the harness.

"I'm actually starting to believe that," Beyoncé couldn't help staring at her. She looked so sexy with the dildo between her legs, so natural yet unnatural at the same time, the hot pink hanging between her legs. Beyoncé knew just from looking at her that she was about to lose her mind.

"How do you want me?" She bit her lip. But Ryan was too excited and just pushed her flat into the bed, making out with her all over again. It was sloppy, they were both tipsy and horny. Ryan's tongue traced along the shell of her ear. Beyoncé was already so wet, almost impatient as Ryan kissed her.

Then finally Ryan slid the strap-on into her. It slipped in easily, she was really desperate for it. Between her thighs was soaked after having made Ryan cum twice before they even got to this point.

"Mmmm," her voice raised in pitch once again.

"You sound sexy," Ryan thrust into her starting off fast already.

"Mm honey fuck," Beyoncé screamed, holding her legs in the air as the other girl dug in deeper inside of her. Ryan thrust and Beyoncé moaned.

Ryan was getting too damn confident with this. She was good at it too, knowing just how to move her hips. "Ryan... mmm baby?" Beyoncé breathed in sharp as Ryan didn't let up.

"Yes mommy?" Ryan bit her lip from above her continuing to thrust and push into her body at pace.

"Oh fuck you know I love when you call me that." Beyoncé moaned throwing her head back.

"Mhm I wanna hear how wet you can get for me mama," Ryan didn't let up thrusting in and out of her.

"Fuck," Beyoncé had never heard Ryan talk like that before. It was so fucking sexy, she wanted to do whatever she said in that moment. Her fingers found her clit playing with it as Ryan fucked her.

"Ry," Beyoncé moaned, rubbing her clit as Ryan thrust in and out. "Please," she breathed begging her to let up.

But Ryan didn't stop. She thrust harder and harder into her.

"Baby... fuck... oh my god I can't it's too—"

"Shhh," Ryan raised a brow. "I just wanna hear that pussy when you cum for me"

Beyoncé's lips hung open dumbly and she shut up doing exactly what Ryan said. She gazed up at Ryan through half glazed eyes. She was about to cum so hard and she couldn't even say what was on her mind. Her eyes kept fluttering between being open and closed and all she could see was Ryan watching her. Forcing her to take it. Watching as she did.

"Ah—" Beyoncé hissed digging her nails into Ryan's skin.

Ryan bit her lip. "Come on mama, let go for me."

Beyoncé almost crumpled as her legs shook and her eyes rolled back. Then another splash between her thighs and her body shook on the bed.

"Ryan... oh fuck baby, that was so good," she breathed gathering up oxygen for her lungs. She was spent and Ryan was kissing her body, lips pressing to each and every beauty mark.

Then they pressed between her thighs and Beyoncé tried to close her legs. "Uh uh—"

"Shhh mama, let me clean you up," Ryan said in a voice that meant anything but just that. Beyoncé didn't have any energy to fight, her legs twitching around her face.

"You taste so good," Ryan started to lick her up. She swiped a finger over her pussy collecting some of the cream on her fingers.

"Ryan..." she moaned. Ryan pushed her tongue deeper. She was on a mission.

"Come here," Beyoncé said breathlessly.

Ryan shook her head against her, letting her tongue hit every spot inside of her.

"Fuckkkkk," Beyoncé moaned. "Ryan I can't— oh god."

Ryan's tongue flicked slowly gently over her skin.

Eventually Beyoncé came again, her legs shaking and twitching around Ryan's face. And Ryan loved it.

Beyoncé pulled her closer, eyes shining with words unsaid. She'd never been fucked so good in her life. Her body relaxed, Ryan resting on her chest as she placed a small kiss to her temple.

"How am I this attracted to you?" She wondered aloud as they got cleaned up and Ryan helped change the fitted sheet. Beyoncé couldn't believe she'd squirted again. That was something she'd only done a handful of times.

Ryan just shrugged, "I don't know. I feel the same."

Beyoncé ran a hand through her hair. She was so tired as she wrapped it up trying to take better care of her hair instead of just sleeping on it every night and hoping for the best like she often did.

Eventually, she fell asleep with her arms wrapped tight around Ryan's body. Ryan moved a little getting comfortable in her arms which wouldn't move from her grip on the smaller girl.

There was something about the way Beyoncé held her this time. Like she really didn't want to let go of her. She was fast asleep but her body language was different. It was ownership. Usually she held her but this time her arms were almost locked around her body, preventing her from moving.

The older one breathed heavily, snoring a little bit in the cutest way. Ryan knew it was over for her if she was starting to find her snoring cute. She found Beyoncé's hand, draped over her, stroking along the soft skin as she waited for sleep to find her. She was so tired. They both were.

When the morning came, Beyoncé woke up first. Ryan was right there where she left her and she smiled pressing a kiss to her cheek. She looked so peaceful in the mornings. Beyoncé felt so happy just being beside her.

When Ryan woke up, she immediately started stretching realising Beyoncé's arms had finally let up around her body. "Morning," she smiled.

"Morning," Beyoncé blushed in return.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Mmm good. You look pretty sleeping."

"You was watching me sleep?"

"Yep I had to make sure you weren't possessed and about to start raising off the bed."

"Bey?"

"What? You made me watch that ghost movie last night."

"Oh my god it's not that serious."

"It is, I was scared."

"At your big age?"

Beyoncé rolled her eyes, "shut up." She nudged her and Ryan just grinned.

"You look sexy when you're mad at me."

"You look pretty when you're pissing me off."

Ryan rolled her eyes, "I look even prettier when I'm making you cum."

Beyoncé bit her lip, still naked in the queen sized bed. "Really? I wouldn't know." She teased running her tongue over her lips.

"Oh?" Ryan raised a brow and climbed on top of her kissing along her collarbone. Had she already forgotten how hard she'd cum? How many times. How wet she'd been. Ryan would just have to remind her. Her hands started inching towards her thighs.

And then Beyoncé got a phone call and groaned rolling over. She checked the caller ID before she decided to pick up the phone.

"Hi Brooke," Beyoncé's voice got higher and she shot Ryan a look that told her to stop. "What's up?" She asked as Ryan didn't stop anything she was doing, instead sucking even harder on the skin that usually made her unravel easily.

"Hey mom, you know that thing I was talking to you ab... are you busy?" Brooke could hear unfamiliar sounds in the background.

"No. I'm never too busy for you my love," Beyoncé shot Ryan another warning look.

"Okay mom," Brooke frowned but she continued. "I'm thinking about what to do with school if I keep it."

"Uh huh?"

"Well I was thinking about leaving..."

"No," Beyoncé frowned. Her child was not dropping out.

"Not like that, I just mean..." she paused and Beyoncé bit back a moan. "Stop" she mouthed to Ryan who just smirked in response but backed away a little waiting for the conversation to continue. "I think maybe I should transfer to a different school."

Beyoncé frowned, "but you love it there?"

"I just don't want to deal with people judging me if I keep this baby."

"Brooke Brooke you can't run away from thi—oh— um you c..." she moved the phone from her ear as Ryan's tongue expertly flicked over her nipple. She gently pushed Ryan's face away from her and whisper hissed at her to stop before she put the phone back to her ear.

"Mom are you okay?"

"Sorry, it's just there's contractors in the house, you have my full attention now Brooklyn."

Ryan eyed her, watching this conversation. She wasn't listening but she caught that it was probably serious. She also caught that Beyoncé's jaw was bunched, her brows suddenly furrowed. Whatever was going on had the older woman stressed.

Ryan still couldn't help noticing how beautiful she was, her soft skin almost glowing in the daylight. Even the way she propped herself up, on her arms with her shoulders back was sexy. And she was naked in front of her, Ryan's mouth so close to her nipples. It was so hard not to touch her the way she wanted.

"You don't want to be making big decisions right now," she said as Ryan couldn't help but start to kiss her again. This time it was innocent, her lips just kissing around her skin, over her stomach, her belly ring, and the top of her breasts.

Beyoncé loved how this made her feel. She wanted to moan from just the touch. It was just what she needed, Ryan was there at the right time. It was so frustrating but it was also freeing to have that warmth against her skin.

Beyoncé couldn't help tucking in her lips when she looked down at Ryan. The younger girl had her bonnet on which only meant Beyoncé could see her face even more — all bare and beautiful. She was gorgeous. And the soft smile that settled on her was the cutest. And then there was the way her naked body moved, it was such a turn on.

Bey let her other hand stroke along Ryan's skin. So soft. So firm. Ryan settled, biting her softly as Brooke spoke in her ear and Beyoncé just listened to her child.

"Why don't we talk it through next week? I'll come down on the weekend, hopefully you'll have figured out what you want to do and we can work on that." It sounded like Brooke wanted to keep this collection of cells. And Beyoncé couldn't exactly tell her not to.

Ryan rolled her eyes. She wanted that time with Beyoncé. But she couldn't be too mad. She was literally catching feelings for someone with a child. She knew what Beyoncé came with. Also, hopefully Beyoncé could help Brooke her out of this mood that she was in lately.

"Mom you don't have to."

"I know but I love you and I miss you."

"You just saw me."

"I always miss you. You're my baby."

Brooklyn actually smiled at that. Usually she would've rolled her eyes or called her mom corny but this time she actually smiled. "Okay mom, take me somewhere nice."

"I will, no seafood though remember?"

"Ugh I hate it here."

Beyoncé raised both brows. Decisions had consequences and she was trying so hard not to be mad at her for being pregnant. But Brooke was better than this. "Hm," her voice was just short of telling her off. "I love you I'll see you soon okay?"

"Alright mom," Brooklyn sighed. "I love you too." She said and Beyoncé smiled to herself, she couldn't remember the last time Brooke had said it back. It felt good if she didn't think too much about the situation.

Beyoncé hung up. She was really about to be a grandmother at this young and tender age. She sighed as Ryan climbed up closer to her.

"Everything okay?"

"Mmm," Beyoncé said absently, small lines tugging around her mouth. She got up. She needed to shower.

———————[A/N]Thoughts? They had a little picnic date? Drinking together? The sex? Brooke on the phone in the morning?

This was such a fun chapter to write. I hope y'all liked it