"Bianshay by Request"
I can't believe I last updated this in April! The time is getting away from me!
Anyway, I review the previous chapter so I know where I am and I wish they would be photographed in those poses! Can someone please tell them they need to do this! LOL! ;)
So, the wrap party and the magazine cover launch take place on the same day. And this day just happens to be a Tuesday night during an episode of PLL that Lindsey has been waiting for. But, no one is talking about the episode. They're only talking about the Maxim cover. How will Lindsey handle this?
Let's find out…
Rated M for Mature Content.
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"Baby, slow down."
"But I'm anxious to thank you."
"Well, how 'bout we shower first."
"Together?" I ask hopefully.
She kisses me and says, "I wouldn't have it any other way…"
Chapter 35: That's a Wrap!
Shay POV
July 31, 2012
When I wake up, I smile widely because Bianca is draped over me with the sheet barely covering us and our legs tangled much like our pose from the Maxim cover shot. And I know I have a look on my face just like the one our photographer wanted from me. We must have those poses embedded in our minds so subconsciously we end up that way even though it's been almost two months since we were photographed…
It was another night of incredible love making. It's never the same, no matter how many times we've fucked. There's always a different position or a different toy but always the same result—orgasm after orgasm and beautiful, deliciousness to taste!
I can't help but, "Mmmm," out loud awakening her.
"Hey, you're awake?"
"I am. Sorry about that. I was letting you sleep but then I started thinking about last night."
"Oh yeah, what about it?" she looks up and winks.
"Bianca!" I roll her onto her back attacking her neck with my lips.
We both laugh making our bellies shake for a couple minutes until we finally settle down.
"Good morning Shay," she says with some depth in her voice.
"Good morning B," I nuzzle her nose with mine.
"So, when do we have to start getting ready for this thing tonight?" she sounds less than excited as usual.
"Not until later."
"Like how later?"
"Why? Do you wanna sleep in or do you wanna fuck some more?"
"Hmm, what to do, what to do…"
"Bianca! Really! You'd rather sleep!"
"Actually, I'd rather eat. I'm starving. That's what you do to me ya know. You make me famished!"
"Well, we did use up a lot of energy."
"I didn't even know my body could do that."
"You mean that thing."
"Yeah, that thing…"
We laugh and kiss and cuddle.
"So, we should probably get up then," she says unconvincingly.
"Probably."
"I'll start the coffee, but first you need to let me out of this bed."
"I don't want to," I give my infamous pout.
"Well, let's eat a big breakfast," she nibbles my earlobe. "Then we can take a quick shower," she bites my jawline. "Then we can fuck around for a while," her teeth trace my jawline to my chin. "Then we can shower again and get ready for tonight," she kisses my lips. "Okay?"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes and yes!"
We laugh some more and kiss some more.
"Eww, morning breath, gotta brush," she slips away from me.
"Bianca!" I sit up trying to keep her in bed with me but I'm not quick enough.
"I'll use the other bathroom so we won't get distracted."
I fall back onto my pillows, "Okay, I'll meet you downstairs."
Pretty Little Liars could end tomorrow and I wouldn't care. I just want to be with Bianca all the time. As a matter of fact, we are engaged which means a wedding needs to be planned and a date needs to be set. Maybe I'll bring it up during our fuck brunch …
That is if I remember, she gets me all worked up and all I can think about is making love and how she makes me feel and how I make her feel. But back to the wedding—colors, styles, location, caterers, maids of honor, band or deejay, the cake—oh god there's so much and more that needs to be decided! Maybe we should talk about our nuptials instead of—well maybe we can do both!
I giggle to myself getting up to brush my teeth and do my morning routine before I join B for breakfast…
I watch her as she concentrates on making the perfect omelet. The coffee's poured. The fruit is halved and each section cut so we can easily spoon out the grapefruit. God she's good to me! And I, in turn, will be good to her!
I sneak up behind her, "Hey," I wrap my arms around her robed waist.
"Hey," she looks up at me lending her lips to mine.
"Everything looks great and smells great too as always," I inhale. "Now, I know I'm hungry. Is it almost ready?"
"Just about. Why don't you put the silverware and napkins out while I finish up," she turns for a kiss and I gladly comply.
I start on the grapefruit while she brings our plates to the table. She sits down with me and as she takes a bite of her omelet I casually mention the wedding…
"So, Bianca, I was thinking…"
"About what?"
I sip my coffee, "Well, we haven't really said much about it so I thought this was as good a time as any."
"Haven't really said much about what?"
"Our wedding."
"Oh, our wedding," she narrows an eye at me. "What about it?"
"Well, we haven't set a date or said much of anything."
"A date? When did you have in mind?"
"I don't know. We need to decide together."
"Okay, winter, spring, summer or fall?"
"Fall."
"September, October, November?"
"October."
"Pick a year, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017…"
"You pick."
"Okay. I think we should wait to find out when PLL will end. So, let's assume it gets renewed for the full seven seasons that would bring us to 2017."
"2017! You want to wait that long?"
"It's only five more years. And this way you can take some extended time off so we can have a long honeymoon in a warm climate," she winks.
"Hmmm, I suppose then we wouldn't have to rush back. And it would be kinda nice to be somewhere warm with you."
"So, that leaves the day. Let's pick a Saturday in October 2017. I'll get my phone."
She comes back moments later with a calendar on her screen.
"Well it looks like you have a choice of 7, 14, 21 or 28."
"Hmm, how about 21."
"Okay, October 21, 2017, it's a date!"
"It's a date," I echo.
And we finish our breakfast, reaching across the table gently lacing our fingers, smiling with each forkful of heaven…
When we finish, Bianca starts cleaning up…
"Can't we do that later?"
"Can't we get it over with now?"
"But I'm anxious."
"You're always anxious and you know me I won't be able to concentrate knowing there's a mess down here."
"Ugghhh, you love to make me wait," I pout.
"But isn't it always better when you do," she kisses my pout.
I lean against the counter watching her clean up.
"Ya know this would go a lot faster if you helped."
"I always feel like I get in your way so what should I do?"
"I'll put the dishes in the dishwasher and you can spray and wipe the table and countertops, okay my little princess," she says in an adult talking to a baby voice.
"Real cute B."
"Aww, I'll make it up to you."
I smile, looking up from where I just sprayed, "Oh, I know you will."
It's done. The kitchen is clean and she's right I'm glad we did it. Now we can concentrate on us and getting ready. We get in the shower, not washing our hair until later, and try not to get too carried away so our hair doesn't get wet. But how can you expect us to not kiss and touch and whatever else one does in the shower with their fiancé…
"Hey, let's go to the guest room. Those sheets are clean."
"But then we'll have to change both beds before we leave."
"Shay! Oh my god! All you do is come up with excuses not to do housework," she laughs.
"I hate cleaning. That's why we have a cleaning lady."
"Yes, but she's not coming today. So, we're on our own. When you fuck you have to take responsibility."
"Bianca! Fine, we'll change the sheets after. Can we please stop talking about household chores and have some fun now?"
"Oh, so you want to have some fun?" She gets all seductive.
"Oh B, I love it when you get like this."
"Like what?" she tilts her head and saunters over to the guest room.
I stand in the doorframe watching her, biting my lower lip, smiling hard because she's going to be my wife! On October 21, 2017 Bianca Lawson is going to be my wife!
She slips out of view which quickly snaps me out of it and I race over to the guest suite. The covers are already turned over and she's lying on her side gently patting the mattress with her hand to join her.
Watching her lying there, summoning me to her, gives me butterflies. How she does that to me every time I'll never know…
I sit next to her with my legs to the side and one arm behind her and one arm in front of her leaning towards her. I carry my weight in my arms reaching for her lips. She moves onto her back and I'm hovered over her. She grabs the back of my neck sealing her lips to mine. It's a bit more aggressive than I expect but I keep up…
One of my hands rubs her pussy and the other keeps me steady. She reaches for my moist place and rubs vigorously. Without even saying anything I know what she wants. We're getting each other wet so we can scissor or trib or whatever you want to call it. Our mouths stay open kissing and moaning and saying each other's names over and over…
"Fuck me baby," she demands.
And I comply right on cue. I straddle her leg and lower my pussy onto hers. I go forward and back keeping our pussies smashing together getting wetter and hotter from the friction of our lips. I dig into her pelvic bones needing to rub against something harder and she rubs into mine. I speed up and she leans her weight onto her elbows making sure our pussies stay together, harder, firmer and wetter!
Our bodies begin to glisten from our tribbing workout and our breathing is heavy from our intensity. But still, we don't slow. I quicken my pace making sloshing sounds from our wetting pussies!
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" We scream!
"Mm! Mm! Mm!" We moan!
"Oh baby, that's it!" She breathes!
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Bianca! I'm cumming!"
"I feel it!"
And I grind her pussy into a barrage of shudders and quakes surrendering to each other! I fall atop her, kissing her lips fully and ravenously. I slide next to her draping my leg over hers slipping my hand over her pussy feeling her beautiful wet and wonderful love. She, too, feels me, smothering her hand in my juices, me tasting her and she tasting me. We kiss with a slight stickiness on our lips…
"Mmm, that was exactly what I needed."
"B, you are all I need all the time."
Kiss.
"Baby," she looks at the clock on the nightstand, "Let's just lie here, maybe, catch a nap before we have to take another shower."
"Hmm, I'd like that but if I can't sleep I probably won't let you either," I bite my lower lip.
She wraps her arms around me, "I love you soon to be Mrs. Mitchell-Lawson."
"Soon to be! Ha ha! It's like a lifetime away Mrs. Lawson-Mitchell!"
We giggle and kiss and caress each other. It's so hard not to want to fuck her when she's so naked and sex-ay and delicious!
"What are you thinking Miss Shay?"
I kiss her nipple and her neck and her lips, "That it's really hard not to love you when you're like this."
"Hmm, horny much?" she giggles.
"Nah, when you're naked I…"
I tackle her one last time and she doesn't resist. She not only keeps up she dictates the pace so we don't tire too quickly.
And then we sleep…
We shower in separate showers after we each change a bed. She's right. It's better to get it over with…for later. I smile. God, all I want to do is fuck my fiancé. Is that so wrong? And tonight all eyes will be on her especially mine. She just knows how to command a room with her elegance and natural beauty. I have to put on the lashes and the eyeliner, actually I have to have a professional come over and do my makeup for me. Bianca does too but hers takes half the time mine does. I always tend to go for a super sexy look whereas B tends to go for a naturally alluring look. Maybe I should try her way sometime but then I feel like I'm not being true to me. This, too, is a job and I have to look a certain way whereas Bianca chooses her look for her. One day I hope to be able to do that…
Well, I'm ready in my….in a plunging black mini dress that leaves little to the imagination. It's long sleeved and wraps around at the waist leaving an inverted v slit up my left leg and of course high black heels. I went with smoky eyes and slicked back hair hoping to compliment my other, better half, Bianca…
"Hey baby, can I come in?"
"Of course, it's your room too—," I'm stunned into silence when I turn around. She's absolutely breathtaking.
"Bianca, you are so beautiful," I almost cry but do my best to hold back so I don't mess up my makeup. I know I'm being so shallow!
"You like?"
"You know I like."
"You look amazing too my dear. Are you sure you want to show all that off," she makes an invisible oval with her index finger around my nowhere there neckline.
"Thank you and it's all for you," I pose my signature hands on hips and head tilted far to my left pose.
"Picture perfect," she head tilts her signature head tilt that's not as aggressive as mine and makes me weak in the knees.
"I love that strapless silver beaded bodice on you. Oh B, you are definitely embracing your femininity with some power packed behind it. And those black pleated pants hug you at the waist just right," I walk towards her with every intension of placing my hands on her hips and caressing her exposed tight belly.
"You don't think these are too baggy do you?" she twirls around stopping just in time for my hands to keep her still.
"I think they're a perfect match to those Christian Louboutin black smooth leather pumps with that v shape cut out," I pull up her pant leg to get a better look, "Mmm, an ankle strap, very nice B."
"Hey let go of the pants woman, they're freshly pressed," she smiles taking my hand placing it on her uncovered midriff.
We give each other light kisses on our nude shaded lips with just enough gloss to get them noticed. But we all know whose lips everyone will be looking at.
"Shay, stop, you're staring again," she gets all shy which is so unlike her. I love it!
"I love your hair straight like that and your enhanced eyelashes with barely any eyeliner. You are a natural beauty and you're my natural beauty."
"Well, it looks like we both chose to show a little skin. Damn Shay," she takes her fingertips tracing the edge of my dress from my neck to my waist being sure to caress my dewy skin making me shiver and widen my eyes.
"B," I take her hand, "we should go or we may never leave."
"I wouldn't mind that," she cocks a brow. "But you're right, let's get going."
We arrive at the wrap party via black limousine. Our driver helps us out and we walk in holding hands. When we get to the top of the stairs just before walking down into the sea of people, everyone stops and fixates their gaze on us…
We're arm in arm with our engagement rings sparkling against the lighting. We have made our declaration of love for one another and everyone knows it.
Once we clear the stairs, which is always a challenge, Ashley, Troian and Lucy rush over to greet us. They are so warm and welcoming, especially with Bianca. They've made it clear how much she is missed and I think that relaxes her and helps to ease any unnecessary tensions that may have existed.
But, unfortunately, I make the mistake of looking around the room and there's Lindsey. She smiles so I smile back. Maybe she really gets it now. Her bestie Lucy has shown her acceptance and support of our engagement so now maybe she finally has…
"Bianca, you look beautiful," Keegan comes over hugging her, maybe a bit too long for my taste while staring at my boobs! He's so freaking obvious! Keegan loves boobs even if he seems a bit effeminate.
We find a place to circle and talk over the music when Bianca offers to get me a drink. I whisper what I want and she winks that she heard. And of course I blush. But, with her gone, Lindsey gets brave and approaches me…
"Hey, Shay, how are you?"
"Great!"
We hug.
"So, you know what tonight is right?"
"Yep, Bianca and I are sharing our Maxim cover with everyone."
"Marlene is okay with this?"
"I'm not sure. The network came to us when they found out about it and asked if they could be a part of the big reveal."
"Really? So Marlene doesn't know?"
"I'm sure she does now. It's no big deal. It's actually great for the show. I mean, Emily being a lesbian and being comfortable with her decision to come out and Bianca and I being comfortable with our decision to come out."
"I hope you're right."
"Why? What did you think tonight was?"
"It's Paige and Emily's kiss. Their first kiss since Maya died."
I roll my eyes.
"Well, I don't think that kiss stands a chance tonight."
"I guess we'll see."
"What do you mean?"
"They're showing clips from tonight's episode and that's one of them."
Marlene. She did this.
"That's great. Everyone gets the spotlight tonight. Isn't that what a wrap party is all about? Anyway, would you excuse me," I quickly scan the room for Bianca.
"Hey, what was that all about?" She asks having seen me with Lindsey.
"Just Lindsey being Lindsey."
"She still has delusions of grandeur that you're going to leave me for her?"
"It's more like she just doesn't want me to be happy with you."
"That's too bad. I kind of feel sorry for her that she would want to spend all that energy and time to wish for something that will never come to be."
"Exactly."
The photographer from Maxim has arrived and has taken center stage.
"Can I have your attention please…"
The noise in the room begins to fade.
"Tonight is a special night, not only for Pretty Little Liars wrapping filming for season three…"
The crowd cheers!
"But also for the start of something truly amazing, a love that everyone should have an opportunity to experience, a love that I witnessed firsthand. And now, all of you here tonight have the pleasure of experiencing that love too. Here is our August cover of Maxim, couples working together and loving together, Shay Mitchell and Bianca Lawson."
Everyone in the room cheers and whistles and stomps their feet as our cover is unveiled for the world to see. It hangs from the ceiling, the shroud falling gently to the ground. There we are larger than life, me lying on a bed looking at the camera feeling like the luckiest girl in the world with Bianca draped over me ready to love me like we were meant to love…
Cameras flash. Ian, Tyler, and Janel all congratulating us as the Paily kiss plays on the other staging area but no one seems to notice. All eyes are on the Maxim cover…
Drinks are drunk and glasses are clinked. Everyone is laughing and celebrating, well, almost everyone…
Narrator POV
"Lindsey, come join us," Lucy tries to convince her to join everyone.
"I'm not really in the mood."
"Lindsey, this can't be about Shay, is it?"
"Why can't it be?"
"Do you see how happy she is? Do you see how she lights up when she's around Bianca? That's Shay in love with her soul mate. Her soul mate is Bianca, not you."
Lindsey looks up at Lucy with eyes full of sadness, "You made it out like me and Shay were a perfect match."
"That was my mistake and I'm sorry for that. Maybe if you were cast as Maya and she was cast as Paige things would be different. But they're not. Lindsey, you need to let it go."
She caresses her forearm.
"I don't know if I can."
"You have to. Just look at that cover. That's love and sex and everything in between."
She stares at the photograph.
"Look, Lindsey, there are so many people here who love you including me and we want you to celebrate the show with us."
Lucy squeezes her arm and walks back to the others.
Lindsey engrosses herself in the Maxim photograph. She studies it over and over looking for a flaw but there is none and she knows it.
She dips her head and sighs, then, when she looks up she spies her walking towards the ladies room.
She follows her.
When she catches up to her she says, "Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?"
She turns around and tilts her head, "Me?"
"Yes Bianca—you."
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To Be Continued…
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