A/N: So I know it's been a while since I last updated. I've been working on other projects and watching bleach. This story came to me while I was reading a Sarah Dessen book. Just Listen, I think it was called. This one shot is actually going to be spaced out. So technically it's more like a five shot. I kinda make it into a story because it's a Cornique, so I hide it here in wall. So enjoy the new installment of Wall: Musically Yours I
"This is the last time we'll talk. The next you talk to and see me, will be when we're in Jamaica." Corbin said, the huskiness in his voice easily voicing his want. Monique picked up on every syllable, feeling her own want stir. Corbin had been gone from Los Angeles for almost five months, and the distance was driving Monique crazy. The late night calls, the Skype sessions and the constant texts barely supplied her minimal need of him. When Monique found herself easily identifying to songs like "Your Love is My Drug" by Ke$ha, she knew she was losing her mind.
What you've got boy is hard to find
Think about it all about it all the time
I'm all strung up my heart is fried
I just can't get you off my mind
Because your love, your love, your love, is my drug
Your love your love your love
I said your love, your love, your love, is my drug
Your love your love your love
"Monique, have you lost weight?" Vanessa asked, looking at Monique seriously. She knew Corbin being away was going to affect Monique, but she didn't expect to this multitude. Vanessa couldn't put it exactly to words, but Monique was lost. When she tried to have conversations longer than five minutes with her, Monique always seemed dazed and lost in her own thoughts.
"I have actually. My kickboxing class is really toning me up." Monique mumbled, staring into space. Monique and Vanessa were seated in the middle of a busy mall and Monique was staring, but not observing anything in particular.
"So, you leave for your trip tomorrow? I know you can't wait to get your hands on that man." Vanessa giggled, attempting to lighten the moment. She sighed of relief when Monique wholeheartedly laughed.
"Yeah, though Corbin's acting weird. He said last night that our conversation was going to be the last till we got to Jamaica." Monique explained, watching as Vanessa smiled. She knows something, Monique thought.
"You know how Corbin likes to be romantic and creative. I'm sure whatever he has planned will be nice." Quickly dismissing her thoughts, Monique stood up from her seat.
"I have to finish packing. I'll see you when I get back dear." Monique said, hugging Vanessa, and then striding towards the door.
As soon as Monique got home, she double checked her bags and made sure she had everything she'd need. Before she realized it, the whole day had passed and she was laying in bed thinking about the follow week. What exactly did Corbin have planned?
When she awoke the next morning there was a text message beeping on her phone.
From: Corbi
Good morning baby. I sent someone to the house to pick you up and drop you off at the airport. While you sit in the car, look for a note and listen to the songs that play. That's all for now, I'll text you later. Love you.
A smile quickly spread across Monique's face, and stayed as she continued to get ready. When she walked outside, there was a man waiting by an open car door, motioning for her to walk over to him.
"Good morning Mrs. Reivers. Shall we get started on our trip to the airport?" Monique nodded quickly, and got into the car as the man loaded her bags into the trunk. As soon he started the car, Monique heard a familiar song, and happened to glance at a lime green sticky note. It was no doubt in Corbin's calligraphy neat hand writing:
Monique, as I said in the text, I want you to listen to every single one of these songs. They mean something to both you and I. The CD will finish directly after you arrive at the airport. There, there'll be someone to escort you to your plane. I love you, bye.
Putting down the note, she listened as the first song played lowly through the speakers.
Wo-o-o-o! Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya! Woy-oh!
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah! Oh!
(We'll be forever loving Jah;
We'll be forever loving Jah!)
As soon as the words registered in her brain, a wider smile engulfed her other one from earlier. "Forever Loving Jah" by Bob Marley, had been the song they first made love to, all those years ago.
"We really don't have to do this Corbin." Monique sighed, as she lay on the bed.
"I want this." Corbin muttered, standing in the middle of the room in his boxers. With one final glance at Corbin, Monique got up and pulled Corbin onto the bed, laying him on his back. As much as he didn't want to admit it, even at 18 he was still a virgin.
"I still can't believe you haven't… Where the hell does all your boldness come from?" Monique asked, as she removed her nightgown.
"Acting, I guess?" Corbin answered, his breath got caught in his throat as Monique straddled him and continued to remove her clothes. Not being one to shy away from a challenge, Corbin touched every exposed inch of Monique's body drawing a groan from her.
"As much as I enjoy this, tonight is all about you." Monique said, removing his hands from her chest and putting them on her hips. Within a few minutes, Corbin's palms began to sweat and his grip became tighter. Monique smiled as she inched down his boxers, revealing his painful hard-on. Wanting to relieve him as quickly as possible, she reached in the nightstand and pulled out a full box of condoms.
"Safety first?" Corbin asked. Monique looked at him smiling as she quickly sheathed him in the latex.
"Ready?" Monique asked, as she positioned herself over his length. Far past words, Corbin nodded and Monique lowered herself onto him, hearing him gasp. "I'll take that as a good gasp." Monique laughed, quickly slowing her pace. Since this was his first time, she wanted to make it last.
"That feels amazing." Corbin muttered, his grip increasingly tight around Monique's hips. Monique placed her hands on his chest and continued her slow rhythm. Not only had Corbin began to get the hang of it, but Monique felt her anticipated orgasm coming. Slowing almost to a stop, Monique balled her hands into fists and gasped as Corbin began to move against her thrusts, hitting her G-spot repeatedly.
"Quick-learner." Monique sighed, feeling her last restraint of control snap. Corbin watched in amazement as Monique's body shook, her back arched and incoherent words came from her mouth. Before Monique could recover from her orgasm, Corbin reached his, thrusting roughly into her, causing Monique another orgasm.
As Corbin and Monique lay in bed trying to catch their breath, Monique lays her head Corbin's chest and look up at his expression.
"Well, how was it? Worth the wait?" Monique asked once Corbin caught his breath.
"I can't even explain in words and it was worth it. Especially since it was with you." Corbin answered, kissing Monique.
When Monique snapped out her daze, the first song had ended and the next was playing.
We otta be making love
Instead of breaking up (breaking up)
Come on baby let me show you I'm fo real (lay in my bed)
Monique smiled as she listened to the second song, remembering the rough patch they had when she did Dancing with the Stars. "Lay in My Bed" by Mario, had seemed like it was on constant repeat on her iPod.
"Corbin, if you would just listen to what I have to sometimes, maybe we wouldn't argue so much!" Monique screamed at Corbin. It had been like this for three weeks and Monique didn't know what had gotten into her or Corbin. It was like they couldn't stand each other. It'd even gotten to the point where Monique slept in the guest room of their house, too angry to sleep with Corbin.
"What's gotten into you guys?" Ashley asked, looking concerned. No one had ever seen Monique and Corbin fight like they did. The slamming doors, the shouts and screams. Even though the gang didn't want to admit it, they really thought Corbin and Monique were done, for good. Even the couple began to question themselves on whether or not they were right for each other. One day, Corbin got sick of it.
"I'm sick of arguing with you over stupid shit." Monique yelled, turning to walk away from Corbin. Before she took a step, Corbin grabbed her wrist.
"Sit down and listen." Corbin said, his voice barely above a whisper. Monique glanced at Corbin and snatched her wrist away from him, angrily sitting on their bed.
"Like you, I'm sick of arguing. I miss you. I miss you in this bed. I miss making love to you. Tell me you don't and I will leave you alone. As a matter of fact, we can end this now, if that's the case." Corbin continued. Monique glared at him as tears formed in her eyes.
"I do miss you." Monique said, taking a deep breath to keep the tears at bay. Corbin let out a sigh of relief and climbed on the bed, laying Monique down on her back.
"I'm glad to hear that. I was sure you missed my hands doing this." Corbin whispered in Monique ear, his hand slipped under her skirt, he quickly pushed her panties to side and thumbed her sensitive nub. Monique bit her lip and nodded.
"And I was completely positive you missed this." Corbin said, his other hand lifting her shirt and pinching her nipples. Monique threw her head back in obvious pleasure, whimpering lightly. Not even bothering to undress her, Corbin pushed her skirt around her hips, her panties to the side and thrusted into her. To be completely honest she loved it when he cut the romance and just took her.
Corbin held Monique's legs, which were already tight around his waist. Monique's freshly manicured nails dug into Corbin's back, probably leaving marks. The higher Corbin held Monique's legs, the deeper he went, and the louder she moaned. This wasn't making love. This was far beyond that.
"Monique…" Corbin groaned as he came, burying his head into Monique's neck. Within a few seconds, Monique came too, struggling to catch her breath. This was the first round of many that night, considering they'd gotten making hate out of the way first.
"Forgive me baby?" Corbin asked, kissing Monique's collarbone. She shivered and nodded.
"And you forgive me? What were we so mad about anyways?" Monique asked, still confused on why they'd been fighting for a month.
"I'm not sure, but I do forgive you. I love you." Corbin said as he laid his head on Monique's chest.
"Ditto." Monique said, smiling.