Part 40

Ryan woke up to a message from Gabrielle asking if they could reschedule their date. Apparently Gabbys step-mother was in town and she had to spend time with her and her husband playing the happy wife.

Ryan tried to be understanding, replying that it was fine, but deep down it wasn't. The whole thing made her wonder what any type of relationship between them would look like.

Would Gabrielle's husband always be there? What would that mean for her? Wouldn't that be awkward?

Ryan tried getting back on the apps and talking to somebody else just to distract herself but that went just as badly as that first time. Some guy was asking her what kinks she was into in the first message when a text popped up on her screen.

Peaches: I can't stop thinking about you

Ryan: thinking what?

Peaches: I shouldn't say...Peaches: The bar

Ryan: oh

Peaches: I can't stop thinking about it

Ryan: oh ? what part

Peaches: You know exactly what part

Ryan: i reallh dont explain it to me

Peaches: Nope I'm about to be busy

Ryan: busy with what

Peaches: Let's just say I had to take off my clothes

Ryan: 👀 prove it

Peaches:

Ryan: oh 🥵... wyd

Peaches: What does that mean?

Ryan: 🙄 what you doing

Peaches: You'll just have to guess honey

Ryan: im not good at guessing tell me

Peaches: Sorry honey I'm busy g2g

Ryan rolled her eyes and replied to the message but that was it for Beyoncé's messages. She didn't get a reply and assumed Beyoncé was "busy" like she'd said. And she shouldn't have cared but she did.

Ryan had thought she was finally making progress. She had stopped comparing Gabrielle to Beyoncé. The blonde was done with her. It was time to move on.

But then Beyoncé was still texting Ryan like she wanted her. Or at least like she still wanted to have sex with her. She was probably just horny. And Ryan honestly didn't mind.

That was the whole reason why she'd let Beyoncé fuck her in that bathroom - she was horny and Beyoncé could provide. She wondered if Beyoncé would text her again or if that had just been another mistake. Beyoncé liked to make mistakes like that.

She didn't hear much from Gabrielle over the week. She'd texted once or twice but she was mostly unreachable. Ryan tried to be understanding, tried to go to her classes and live her life normally, tried not to hold anything against Gabby. But truthfully, this break was making her more and more nervous.

What if Gabrielle didn't like her personality? Or didn't want to be seen with her outside of sex? What if she thought Ryan was too quiet or too anxious or too young or not smart enough or just not good enough?

She knew she was overthinking but Gabby cancelling made her realise just how much she didn't know the woman. Outside of late night trysts, she really didn't know anything about this lady. Sure they had cute little conversations over coffee but they spent the majority of their time together having sex and the other half of the time was mostly low commitment small talk.

It wasn't like that with Beyoncé. The conversations had evolved so easily with her. Whereas, every time Gabby pushed to get to know her, Ryan gave a vague answer that stopped them from really going much deeper. Gabby had been opening up little by little, but Ryan didn't need her to. She'd liked this place they were both in.

Until now when she wished she knew Gabby better. Maybe she should've been excited to get to know her, but she really wasn't sure if this date would even happen. Another day passed before she texted Beyoncé.

Ryan: hey

Peaches: hi

Ryan: no capital letter?

Peaches: trying something new

Ryan: you wanna be young so bad

Peaches:  I'm already young at heart thank you

Ryan: thats what im used to! welcome back bey

Peaches: You're annoying

Ryan: youre still texting me

Peaches: I'm being polite

Ryan: whatever you sayRyan: guess what

Peaches: What?

Ryan: you have to guess

Peaches: You were abducted by aliens and they told you to text the sexiest person you know?

Ryan: i...Ryan: well no...

Peaches: Sigh. I wanted off of the spinning earth rock

Ryan: weirdoRyan: keep guessing

Peaches: There's a UFO and it's looking for sexy people?

Ryan: why are you obsessed with aliensRyan: and sexy people???

Peaches: I'm just trying to play your game

Ryan: well speaking of games and toys...

Peaches: Yes?

Ryan: i was finally gonna use that toy you got me

Peaches: Oh really?

Ryan: yh i wanna know if it's actually any good

Peaches: You should try it and let me know babygirlPeaches: Give me a full review

Ryan: im about to

Peaches: Now?

Ryan: yh I just took off my shirt

Peaches: Panties next

Ryan: just took them off

Peaches: Good girl

Ryan: what next?

Peaches: Tell me if you're wet

Ryan: yk i am, what next

Peaches: Start with a finger, push it in slowly

Ryan: ok 🥵Ryan: i hate going slow

Peaches: Keep going. Just one finger

Ryan: think im ready for the vibrator now

Peaches: Don't care. Do what I say

Ryan: 😓

Peaches: Don't be sad honey. Trust me

Ryan: i hate this

Peaches: Don't you want to cum even better for mama?

Ryan: fuckRyan: this is hard

Peaches: The hardest things give us the biggest rewards 😉Peaches: Add another finger

Ryan: can I go a faster pls

Peaches: Not yetPeaches: Take your fingers out now

Ryan: please don't make me

Peaches: Good girls get the best prizes

Ryan: maybe i don't wanna be good

A minute passed. Ryan continued to slowly fuck herself. But she thought about Beyoncé watching her, hazel eyes burning into her soul, and slowly pulled her fingers out.

Ryan: fine im listening

Peaches: Good girlPeaches: Play with your clit for me

Ryan: yes mama

Peaches: Good girl. Slow tight circles ok

Ryan: yes

Peaches: Good girlPeaches: Does it feel good?

Ryan: i wanna put it in

Peaches: Aw baby we have to make sure you're wet first

Ryan: trust me im wet

Peaches:  Touch your thighs, tell me is it wet there?

Ryan: it's wet everywhere

Peaches: Mmm you might be ready

Ryan: trust me im ready

Peaches: I don't know...

Ryan: please mama

Peaches: Hm... I guess you can put it in. Only halfway though

Ryan: what?

Peaches: Put it in halfway and keep playing with your clit

Ryan: omgRyan: can i turn it on

Peaches: Turn it on now but leave it halfway in

Ryan: youre torturing me

Peaches: You'd like it if I was doing this to you

Ryan: maybe

Peaches: How does it feel?

Ryan: like i wanna push it in deeper

Peaches: Take it out

Ryan: ?????????

Peaches: Tell me how it tastes sweet girl

Ryan: tastes good

Peaches: I know you do babyPeaches: Put it in all the way for me now

"Fuck," Ryan arched her back as it went in, the vibrations teasing her clit. Beyoncé made it so that she was already so close. She was dripping and ready all over this toy. She needed this and Beyoncé was helping her get there.

Ryan: *voice note* "I-I can't type but it's in- uh fuck"

Peaches: Good girl. You sound so pretty. Voice notes only from now on okPeaches: Tell me how it feels

Ryan:  *voice note* "mm feels so good mama"

Peaches: Go faster. I wanna hear your pussy in the next message

Ryan: *voice note* ffffuck! Oh my god

Peaches: Keep going, tell me you're gonna cum for me baby

Ryan:  *voice note* im gonna cum for you mama, please let me cum for you. I- I think I'm gonna squirt. It feels so fucking good. Please can I cum

Peaches: Let go for me baby, let mommy hear you

Ryan: *voice note* fuccckkkkk im cumming im cumming mama oh my god this is too much. Please, oh my god oh god fuck

She breathed heavily and Beyoncé felt her own walls contract. Ryan was too sexy. Had she just cum from the sound of Ryan cumming? Jesus. She was so into that girl.

It had been weeks and she still wanted her. It was a problem but it wasn't so bad if they were just texting right? Nothing was going to happen for real. So where was the harm?

And so it continued. She was horny and she wanted Ryan. But she knew, even more so now, that she couldn't have her. That, however, only made texting her sexier.

Peaches: You just made me cum so hard

Ryan: really?

Peaches: Hearing you moan does something to me

Ryan: 🙃Ryan: thanks anyway im gonna go clean up

Ryan got up and showered, ignoring the fact that it was midnight and she might wake someone up. It was a Thursday night so it was basically Friday.

She didn't know why she'd texted Beyoncé and not Gabrielle. But she rarely texted Gabrielle like that. Besides, that was better than any orgasm Gabby had ever given her.

Shit....

They couldn't keep texting like this.

Gabrielle texted Ryan the second her husband and his mother left. They hadn't seen each other in about 8 days and Gabrielle hated it. She missed having Ryan around so she told her to come over as soon as she was free.

Ryan did as told, she liked when Gabby was straight up with her feelings like that. No need to second guess because she was wanted.

"I missed you," Gabby said breathing her in.

Ryan didn't say anything. She just needed to take her mind off of whatever was distracting her, needed to be fucked. Deep. Slow. Fast. Whatever. Anything to take her mind off of the blonde woman who filled most of her wet dreams since that night.

Gabby kissed along her collarbone and Ryan rushed to tear her clothes off, taking off Gabbys shirt and then her slacks. She'd been at work apparently. Ryan couldn't wait to be inside of her.

"Take this off babygirl."

Ryan did as told removing her sleeves until she was naked again. Gabrielle tossed her onto the bed. She was in a mood clearly but Ryan liked that. This was what she wanted, Gabrielle attacking her body, taking what she wanted from her.

Then a tongue attached to her clit and Ryan let out a scream that was cut off when the fingers entered her. Two, three, as Gabby sucked her clit.

"Oh fuckkk ma... mm please," she moaned almost trying to push away.

Gabby didn't let up though, holding her in place as she licked her up and fucked her at the same time.

"Harder please," Ryan cried out, letting her fingers slip into Gabby's hair. "Yes! Yes. I'm gonna— oh my god."

Ryan was cumming and Gabrielle didn't stop. She pushed harder, sucking the sensitive nub into her mouth. Ryan was moaning, her body humping against her when Gabby took her fingers out and shoved them into Ryan's mouth.

She kept sucking her clit as Ryan's tongue rolled over each of her fingers. She wished those fingers belonged to Beyoncé. Wait. What was she thinking?

She let her mess drip down Gabbys fingers as she opened her legs even wider for Gabbys mouth again. Her tongue was now inside of her stroking fast as her fingers reached down to her chest.

Still wet and covered in Ryan's juices and saliva, Gabrielle pinched her nipple between her fingers.

"Uhhh," Ryan moaned, her back arching as she thrust into her face.

Gabby went harder and Ryan wanted to cry out. It felt so amazing to be touched like this. Her pussy was dripping with Gabby catching every single drop.

Then she looked down and let go all over Gabbys face. "Fuck," she groaned. Gabby wanted to keep going but Ryan pushed her away. That was enough.

"Sorry, that was..." she said catching her breath.

Ryan sighed. She was still caught up on Beyoncé. Still thinking about her. Gabby was just so sweet to her but Ryan just didn't know if she felt the same way. Her body reacted because she was horny. With Beyoncé, her body reacted because she was Beyoncé.

That was why she had to stop this. But then Beyoncé was texting her again.

Peaches: Hey

Ryan: hi 👀

Peaches: Wyd

Ryan: lol you didn't even know what that meant last weekRyan: im watching tv

Peaches: I'm a quick learner, what can I say

Ryan: whatever

Peaches: You're supposed to ask me what I'm doing

Ryan: ...

Peaches: Fine I'll tell you. I just got a new toy to play with

Ryan: what you gonna do with it

Peaches: I dunno I was gonna put it on my head like a hat

Ryan: ...

Peaches: You have no sense of humour

Ryan: i do. that just wasnt funny

Peaches: Was too. Anyways you're distracting me

Ryan: youre the one who texted me

Peaches: Thought you'd be in a better mood

Ryan: 🤷🏿‍♀️

Beyoncé didn't reply this time. Maybe she'd caught Ryan at a bad time. Maybe she shouldn't be texting her like this. It felt like drunk texting except she was completely sober.

Ryan took a break from the women in her life to hang out with her best friend and they were lying about with Coco, watching TikTok's and talking when Coco asked about Gabby.

"I dunno, we still haven't gone on a date," Ryan shrugged.

"For real?"

"Yeah it's like she made all this fuss about it and then just changed her mind." Coco shrugged and Ryan added, "you know who never did stuff like that?"

Coco rolled her eyes, "you know who's actually crazy and has a kid the same age as you?"

"Chat is it crazy if I wanna forgive her?" Ryan grit her teeth.

"You're not a streamer shut up," Coco rolled her brown eyes. "But yes. I need you to stand up, you can't let her keep playing with you."

"But I love her Coco."

"And that's why she keeps getting away with it."

"But isn't that what love is? Choosing to forgive her when she messes up?" Ryan pressed.

"You can't forgive someone who isn't sorry." Ryan sighed. Coco pursed her lips. "And don't lie. You just wanna have sex with her."

Ryan knitted her brows together, trying to look convincing, "no I don't."

"Mmhm. What's the problem with Gabby? You caught feelings or something?"

Ryan rolled her eyes, "no actually. That whole thing reminded me that she has a whole husband. And lowkey it feels weird getting cracked by someone's wife."

"You're so nasty," she rolled her eyes.

"You need to get like me," Ryan stuck out her tongue.

"Ew put that away, I don't know where it's been."

"Please you make it sound like I'm fucking a whole football team."

"You probably would be if it was a team of 50 year olds"

"Shut up."

"How old is she again?" Coco had been asking how old Gabby was since she'd seen her.

And Ryan had just laughed it off. She still couldn't answer because she honestly didn't know. It never came up and she wasn't going to ask. It wasn't like they were dating.

But then Ryan was texting Beyonce again.

Ryan: i can't stop thinking about youRyan: not in a good way

Peaches: I can't stop either honey

Ryan: you have to

Peaches: I can't

Ryan: .....

Beyoncé didn't think about it and just decided to call her. Ryan took a moment before she answered, not saying anything just breathing on the phone.

"Ryan...."

"What?" Ryan snapped.

"I just... I'm sorry," Beyoncé's voice was smooth, velvety, and southern on the phone.

"Okay?" Ryan rolled her eyes.

"It's your fault too you know."

"How?"

"Those texts? I was going to stop but then..." Beyoncé trailed off. Even the memory of Ryan was enough to make her hot.

"You started it."

"I know I did. I couldn't help it." She ran a hand through her hair.

"Well help it next time." Ryan's voice came out thinner than she expected. It was hard when she knew the effect she had on Beyoncé. They both seemed to get each other and had this constant sexual chemistry even when no one was being sexual.

"Okay fine."

"Fine."

They were both silent on the phone. Neither of them saying anything. Beyoncé thought about her and Ryan thought about them together. They didn't hang up, just listened to each other breathe down the phone.

"Ryan I want to but I can't just stop... it's just... your voice. You. Everything about you. I think of you and suddenly..." she mumbled the last part.

"Oh my god—" Ryan groaned. She knew she shouldn't have answered this call. "Same," she admitted instead of hanging up like she knew she should.

"Really?"

"Uh huh, you sound so..."

"Sexy?" Beyoncé purposefully lowered her voice to ask the question.

"You're annoying," Ryan rolled her eyes. "But yes."

"We could keep talking, just this one time." Beyoncé let out a quiet moan as she peeled off her underwear.

"Okay," Ryan agreed hearing a low moan pass over her ears. "Fuck what are you doing?" Ryan bit her lip.

"Just my fingers."

"I'm gonna do it too." She shrugged off her pants listening to Beyoncé.

Beyoncé breathed strolling over her clit. "I get so wet for you honey."

"I bet you taste so good," Ryan moaned, letting her fingers find her own clit.

The sound of Beyoncé licking her fingers filled her ears and then a pop as she let them out of her mouth. "Not as good as you."

"Beyoncé," Ryan moaned out.

"Yes?" Beyoncé asked as she rubbed her clit in circles.

"What do you wanna do to me?"

"Everything," she breathed letting Ryan take in the fullness of her words. "I miss having my hands all over you. I'd start with your nipples. They get so hard for me. It's so sexy when I bite them and you let out this moan— thats the one. Are you touching your nipples honey?"

"Yeah, I- I'm pinching them."

"Mmm, they look so pretty when you touch them. So hard just for me," Beyoncé could see them now, the dark brown circles firm in her mouth.

"What should I do next?"

"Lick your fingers and pinch them again. I love when your nipples get all wet from my tongue."

"Oh god... okay."

"Now let your hand stroke over your clit. Is it throbbing yet baby? Mine is. I'm so wet for you."

"You are?"

"Yes," Beyoncé swallowed, still rubbing circles over her clit. "I wish you were here to come clean me up."

"I'm so wet Beyoncé."

"No. Don't call me that."

"Okay mama," Ryan breathed. "I'll be good for you if you tell me what to do next."

"Shit..." Beyoncé hissed. "Are you still wearing panties?"

"Yeah."

"Take them off. Put them in your mouth, I want you to stuff them in. Imagine I'm doing it."

Ryan hissed. Beyoncé clearly had a vision in mind and Ryan was down to please, "okay mommy."

She did as told peeling the damp panties from her legs and stuffing them into her mouth, letting the fabric fill her mouth, tasting and smelling herself as she did the one of the dirtiest things she'd ever done. Her mouth hung open, and she whimpered so Beyoncé could hear that it was done.

"Good girl, now put your fingers in your pussy. Three of them right now."

"Mmmhhh—" Ryan moaned as she did as told, her pussy opening up and her moans muffled against the fabric.

"Good girl, you like being mommy's little slut huh?"

"Uh huh..." she breathed thrusting in and out with her three fingers.

"Just like that baby. Tell me does it feel good?"

"Mmhhh," she nodded as if Beyoncé could see her right now. Thrusting those three fingers over and over again. She was moaning over the phone now. Beyoncé could hear how turned on she was.

"Mamas little slut. I can hear how much you wanna cum," Beyoncé was getting close herself. Her pussy was covered in wetness, dripping down her ass and onto the bed. "I wanna cum too baby. You want mommy to cum right?"

"Mm hm," was all she could say as her pussy took her fingers in over and over again.

"Mama wants to cum so bad. I can't stop thinking about how sexy you look right now. What colour are your panties?"

"Hink," she shuddered, eyes rolling back as she heard Beyoncé's voice stroking inside of herself.

"Pink? You look so pretty in pink. I wish those were my fingers inside of you. You know what I wanna do?"

Ryan shook her head trying to answer while she felt herself get closer and closer.

"I wanna sit on your face. That always made you so wet baby. And your tongue... I'm thinking about it now. Even just sitting on those lips was enough to make me cum, pretty girl. Are you gonna cum for me?"

Ryan moaned. She could taste herself in her mouth, the wet panties and Beyoncé's words. She wished she could taste Beyoncé the way she said but this was enough for now. She couldn't believe she was doing this.

"You're close aren't you honey?"

"Uh huh," Ryan moaned. She wasn't going to stop. Beyonce liked to make her stop when she was close like this.

"Keep going honey, I want you to cum all over those fingers for me."

"Mmm—"

"Good girl, mama wants to hear you cum. You can do it pretty girl. Are you gonna cum for me?"

"Hhhhh- ohhh gdddd," she thrashed moaning into her panties. She was cumming so hard, her muscles clenching around her fingers.

"Mm you sound so good baby, take the panties out of your mouth," Beyoncé instructed.

Ryan did as told again using her other hand as her left hand continued to stroke inside of her. "That was so... fuck..." she breathed, fingers strolling along her clit.

She was still horny and Beyoncé hadn't cum yet. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"Thinking about how good you sounded." Beyoncé admitted, slowly touching herself. "I think I wanna use my vibrator honey."

"Do it," Ryan said. The thought of Beyoncé soaking wet with a vibrator between her legs was so sexy.

"Okay."

She heard shuffling as Beyoncé went through her toy chest, eyes landing on the dildo Ryan had fucked her with.

She hadn't used it since. "I want..." she paused.

"You want me?" Ryan asked smirking.

"So much," Beyoncé breathed. "But that dildo... the one you..."

"Oh," Ryan smirked. "Use it."

Beyoncé grabbed the toy and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs.

"You think it'll fit?" Ryan asked feeling the power between them shifting. "When was the last time someone filled you up properly?"

Beyoncé didn't respond. The last time was obviously Ryan.

She pressed it towards her entrance and moaned from the contact. "Does it feel good mama?"

"Uh huh," she said feeling it stretch inside of her.

"Harder..." Ryan whispered, seeing how much Beyoncé would listen to her.

"I- I can't," she breathed.

"Yes you can," Ryan bit her lip, her wetness building up again as she played with herself imagining it was Beyoncé.

"No I—"

"Shhh mama, try for me okay?"

Beyoncé's eyebrows upturned, "okay." She moaned thrusting harder inside of herself. "Fuck—"

"Yes. Just like that, it feels good right?"

"Yes honey, it feels so good," Beyoncé moaned pushing into herself.

"Keep going. Can you go faster?"

"O-oka— oh god," she groaned as the squelching sound filled the air. "I'm so— uhhh," she moaned.

"So what mama? You're wet for me?" Ryan bit her lip.

"Yes baby, I need you."

"Fuckk," Ryan moaned playing with her clit. "I need you too. Keep going."

Beyoncé shook her head. "Mm mm I can't."

Ryan raised a brow. That bratty side was so damn sexy. "Do it," she repeated. "Harder now."

"Ahh," Beyoncé hissed pushing harder into herself.

"Good girl," Ryan's words tumbled out, fingers still on her clit stroking her wetness all around.

"Oh fuck baby," Beyoncé's head fell back.

"Feels good?" Ryan asked.

"S- so good," Beyoncé moaned struggling to catch her breath as she pushed in and out of herself repeatedly.

"Think about me fucking you, I wish that was me," Ryan moaned liquid dripping out of her as she continued to play with herself.

"Uhhh Ryan please, I'm g— I'm gonna cum, I'm c—"

"Cum for me mama"

"Oh shitttttt, Ry please baby fuck."

"Come on mama, you sound so sexy."

Beyoncé felt her walls contract against the toy. "I'm cumming I'm cumming, ohhh."

"Keep going. Don't stop. I want you to squirt for me mama, keep going like I would."

Beyoncé did as told despite her body begging her for a break. And then "shit shit shit," she moaned, the toy slipping out of her body as a gush of liquid hit the mattress.

Ryan moaned out twitching against her fingers as she waited for Beyoncé to recover from her orgasm. She sounded so good. Ryan could almost taste her in her memories. They both recovered from their orgasms, taking a moment to get themselves together.

"I miss you," Beyoncé breathed unable to help herself. The complete darkness felt like protection.

"I miss you too," Ryan admitted.

Beyoncé sighed, "I should go."

"Yeah," Ryan agreed but no one hung up the phone.

"You tired?" Beyoncé asked yawning as she asked.

"Yeah." Ryan followed, yawning alone in her bed.

"Me too."

"Hm," the silence stretched on again, both of them dealing with a weight of emotions. Phone sex had just been another distraction. But maybe it was more than just a distraction.

"We should sleep," Ryan spoke.

Beyoncé nodded, "yeah we should."

Still no one hung up.

"How was your day?" Beyoncé asked as if this was a completely normal conversation and they both weren't naked and covered in pussy juice.

"Good, kind of busy."

"Why was it busy?"

"I had my lab report to do. My grades are actually getting better..." she trailed off. She had more to say but that was enough. This was still Beyoncé after all.

"Oh, that's good." Beyoncé bit back, not asking for all the details she wanted so badly, not telling her she was proud of her, instead letting the silence speak for itself.

"How was yours?"

"It was pretty boring," Beyoncé sighed. She'd cut back on doing full blown therapy. Now she did assessments and evaluations deciding whether or not she should or shouldn't prescribe someone medication and if she did, evaluating whether the meds were working or needed to be adjusted. It was simple, and at the same time it was a lot more responsibility.

"Yeah? No interesting clients?"

"Doctor patient confidentiality," Beyoncé smirked knowing she'd never said that to Ryan before. She usually told her things about her clients - nothing identifiable and nothing she could get reported for. Just small things: the kinds of issues people generally dealt with, the ways she could tell what they needed, maybe too much about that one client.

Ryan chuckled, it came through the phone brightly, despite them both being sat in the dark. "I guess you'd better not tell me then."

"Guess not," Beyoncé's heart tugged.

The silence returned.

They both lay back eventually falling asleep on the phone, both of them like teenagers talking intermittently until their bodies gave up on them.

Finally, Ryan woke up, her phone extremely hot and on 3%. She plugged it in and ran to shower, curious about how Beyoncé was doing. She had probably woken up an hour ago, phone dead because the battery was probably low when she'd called.

Ryan knew she shouldn't care. But that was more than just phone sex. And maybe Beyoncé was leading her on, but this time Ryan didn't feel so weak. She'd told Beyoncé how she felt. Whatever happened next was up to Beyoncé.

———————[A/N]I think the lesbian Jezebel spirit overtook me when I was writing that oh my god I just reread it and wow 😭

Also if you recognise that picture I used you're real hive cuz I'll never forget when she posted that.

Anyways thoughts? I gave up on making the conversations sound realistic honestly. I was overthinking too much.

Anyways, Bey and Ryan?

Ryan and Gabby?