"Bianshay by Request"

Rated M for Mature Content.

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"So I think it went well. I mean everyone was really nice especially Marlene. I hope I don't need to be worried about that," she laughs pressing her full bottom lip between mine.

"Let's hope not. I was so happy when she said you'll be back for season 3a," I'm all smiles.

"Me too. I miss working with you baby," she kisses the top of my ear.

"I wish Emaya could get a do over. They deserve it," I get sentimental.

"Yeah they do. And we deserve to be happy. Shay…"

"Yeah."

"I'm really happy."

"Oh babe, I'm really happy too."

We kiss. We caress. We love…

And maybe we even a little surfboard too!

Chapter 19: Bianshay's First Christmas or Is It?

Shay POV

"Mmmmm. Good morning sexy," I can't resist because she really is oh so sexy!

We lie on our sides, her eyes shut with that closed mouth temptress smile of hers. I'm mesmerized by her lips, especially that full bottom one, I just want to hold it between mine, nibbling, sucking, licking, kissing. I take a quick breath letting it out with a bit of a sigh, a damn I'm so lucky you're mine sigh. Her eyes flutter open as her arms reach out into a stretch. She yawns a sexy yawn cuz everything she does with her mouth is sexy! She clears her throat snuggling the side of her face back into her pillow and when she's finally focused she looks into my eyes and says,

"Good morning beautiful."

And I melt. I always melt when she calls me beautiful and she calls me that a lot!

"Hmmm, have you been up long and have you been staring at me the whole time," she muses with her morning voice a bit on the raspy side.

"I've been getting some good looks in, are you okay with that?" I ask with my flirty morning voice.

"I am. But only if you kiss me with those sweet pouty lips I love so much," she deals.

I take in a breath and let out a sigh of elation. I can't help it. I do it all the time. That's how happy she makes me.

Our lips touch delicately. We pull away slightly and look into each other's eyes. We smile. Our eyes close. Our lips touch again firmly. We scoot towards one another so our bodies can be pressed together. I can feel her warmth. She can feel mine. Our hands caress. Our mouths open. Our tongues tap our sweet spot. Our lips seal. Our kisses cease. We catch our breaths. We gaze at one another…

"Good morning Shay."

"Good morning Bianca."

And I smile a shy sort of smile.

"What baby?"

"Nothing. It's just that your confidence always makes me feel, well a bit shy. But I like it. It's a good shy."

"A good shy?" she questions with a squint and a head tilt. Oh that head tilt.

"Come on B, you know I can't help it. You make me feel really good all the time. And I've never felt this way before, ever. So I guess it makes me feel like a school girl in love for the first time," I confess.

"Hmmm. A catholic school girl in knee highs and a short plaid skirt?" she flirts with her signature wink.

"Stop," I pout trying to hide my smile playfully cuz I know she'll make it up to me.

"Oh, my poor baby girl, come here." Told you.

We cuddle. Mmmm. I love to cuddle. I love to cuddle with Bianca and she knows it.

"Awww, my beautiful, pouty cuddle monster," she kisses the top of my head. "Just so you know, I think I would fall in love with you in a catholic school uniform or a Starbuck's uniform, it wouldn't matter to me in the least. That's how much I love you."

We laugh and we cuddle in our thin tank tops and pajama pants. I'm kinda wishing we weren't wearing anything and as if she's reading my thoughts I can feel her hand slip under my shirt sliding up the side of my ribcage, squeezing me gently, her thumb grazes my skin releasing tingling sensations throughout my body. I stay in the cuddle waiting to see where she will take this. Higher and higher her hand brushes closer and closer to my breast. I'm breathing more deeply. I'm hers and she knows it…

Her hand covers my breast, massaging my flesh, gingerly pinching my erect nipples. I move my head to face her signaling to her that I'm hers, not that she needs me to. She rolls me onto my back draping her leg over me to my other side shifting her body on top of me. She slowly raises herself into a kneeling position sneaking her fingers under my shirt exposing my shuddering belly, lifting it higher over my hardened tips while I arch my back to help her remove it from me completely. Her hands travel up and down the front of me taking her time to thoroughly enjoy my rising nipples. With the soft pad of her middle fingertip, she makes circular motions causing me to tremble beneath her. I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter as her pussy pushes against the thin covering of her pajamas rubbing her moistness into mine…

I need to kiss her! I need to tear at her body! I need all of our clothes off! I need her naked body thrusting and thrashing against me!

I grab at her shirt with both of my hands using the strength of my core to lift me and hold me up so I can strip her of that needless piece of material. She senses my carnal lust and pushes her pants off of her body while I wriggle out of mine. I pull her into me but she resists settling her slick pussy against my soaking hole rubbing and swirling and bouncing while my hands grab her waist driving her firmly onto me!

Our glistening bodies convulse in ecstasy crying out each other's names, sounds of a frenzied love affair. I grab her, pulling her down to be flush with my body, our mouths crashing, our voices echoing the sounds of our passion. We thrust and we kiss and we bite and we suck and we moan and we love into the late morning hour…

Bianca shifts. I can feel her nipples brush lightly across my breasts as she settles next to me making me tingle from her delicate sexy touch.

She kisses my cheek, "Baby, we need to get moving."

"I don't want to," I hold her close.

"Shay, Christmas is just around the corner and I've got some shopping to do. Don't you?"

"I'm done. I was done a long time ago. I had a lot of time on my hands while you were off in New York filming your movie. Whatever," I joke.

"Huh! Did you just whatever me?" she props herself up on her elbow. "Well, forget it then, I'll just sleep," she counters with her own brand of humor.

"No!" I knock her over. "You have some shopping to do!"

We wrestle and we tickle and we laugh and we love.

"B, I'm so happy we're spending Christmas together," I'm so excited I can barely stand it.

Suddenly she turns serious, "About that…"

"What do you mean, about that?" I furrow my brow at her.

"Baby, you know I help out at the Los Angeles mission on Christmas Eve," she tries to explain.

"Bianca! We're supposed to spend Christmas in Vancouver. You promised," I turn my back to her with my arms folded across my chest.

"Shay you can't be serious," she tries to turn me to look at her but I resist her best effort. "My mom and I are helping to serve over 4000 meals to the homeless and you're upset that I won't be able to get to spend Christmas with you in Vancouver?" she makes me sound so heartless.

"It's not about the mission. It's about this being our first Christmas together. You really don't feel the same way?" I'm truly, truly hurt.

"Of course I do but this is a tradition my mom and I share," she says intent on keeping that tradition.

"What about you and me starting our own tradition?" I need her to get that.

"Shay…"

"I wanted to take you snowboarding on Grouse Mountain and ice skating at Robson Square."

"Snowboarding? Ice Skating? You do realize I'm black," she tries to joke.

"Ha ha. Oh and the next thing you're gonna tell me is that you can't swim either," I'm pissed.

"Well…"

I turn my head to look at her.

"I'm kidding! Of course I can swim. Probably better than you," she tries nudging me into a smile.

I turn away from her again.

"Shay. I'm sorry. Ya know you can join us. The mission is always looking for volunteers," she snuggles into my back. Oh how I love the feel of her body and her breath against me.

But I quickly snap myself out of it, "That's great but my grandmother's coming home just to see me. I have to be there and you know that."

"Yeah. I know. Shay, listen, I'll make it up to you on New Year's," she puts her arm around me trying to make nice.

"It's not the same," I roll out of bed and storm off into the bathroom to take a much needed hot shower.

We spend much of the morning in silence, she not knowing what to say to me and me not wanting to hear it.

"Shay, I'm going shopping."

"Why bother," I snap back.

I can see the hurt in her eyes too when she says, "I'll see ya later."

She walks out the door leaving me alone with my sadness. I know what she's doing is for a good cause and I commend her for it. It's just that this Christmas means so much to me having her get to know my family so they can see why I fell in love with her so easily. She probably thinks I'm being selfish. I probably am. Can't she help them get everything ready and skip the serving part so she can do both? Whatever, I can't think about this anymore. As a matter of fact, I can't be here anymore either…

Bianca POV

"Shay baby, I'm home. Shay!"

I call for her over and over but she doesn't answer. She's not in the living room or the kitchen so I climb the stairs to see if she's napping. But to my shock the clothes she set aside for Vancouver are gone. The drawers are partly open and her suitcase is missing. I plop onto the bed and notice a piece of paper leaning against the table lamp. I pick it up and read it…

Dear Bianca,

I decided to leave a few days early. I can't stay in my house with you knowing that we won't be spending our first Christmas together. I know the mission is an important part of your family and my grandmother is an important part of mine. I think we should just do our own thing.

I guess I thought you would be a little more disappointed that we won't be spending our first Christmas together. You seemed nonchalant about the whole thing and that hurt, that really hurt.

I don't know if I ever told you this but I love winter. I love the snow covered mountains and I love the cold air because it's so refreshing. I wanted to share this with you. I wanted to share my beautiful country with you. I wanted to teach you how to snowboard and help you up when you fall. I wanted you to hold onto me tightly while I supported your wobbly self on the ice rink. I wanted to take a romantic sleigh ride with you drinking hot chocolate and cuddling under a blanket. I wanted to lie in yours arms in front of a roaring fire. I wanted to make love with you in a big comfy bed under a warm duvet. I wanted to wake up with you on Christmas day.

I love you. I just don't know if I can be with you anymore.

Shay.

I fall back onto the bed with tears falling from the corners of my eyes. I had no idea. I didn't know. Oh baby, I really didn't know…

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