"Bianshay by Request"
This story is quite popular and I think drama within the home is better suited for this story than drama on the set. But what will that drama entail…
Rated M for Mature Content
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"That's hot baby."
She puts the last glass in the cabinet, "Are you serious? I wear all this sexy lingerie and you think me putting the dishes away is what's hot?"
I walk towards her pinning her up against the countertop, "You are all over social media in your lingerie from your magazine layouts. Everyone gets to see you practically naked. But this, no one gets to see you do the dishes," I slip my hand back to where it was when we were on the couch. "So, yeah, that's hot."
She grabs my face kissing me with unbridled passion.
"See," I say against her lips, "household chores are sex-ay!"
She laughs against my mouth, "Babe, that movie will do well for you I can feel it."
"Is that all you feel baby?"
Our foreheads rest against each other's as we catch our breaths and she secures her footing to receive the orgasm I'm about to give her. I look into her eyes as my hand increases its speed and I feel her quiver and cum in my hand. It's a glorious feeling and my lips capture hers swallowing her moans and then swallowing her…
Chapter 39: Sorry I Didn't Tell You Sooner But…
Summer 2014
Bianca POV
Oh boy, I need to tell Shay and I should've done it sooner but it was sort of hush hush and I wasn't sure if she could keep this particular secret…
"Hey baby, you gotta minute?" I ask cautiously.
She's sitting on the couch with her laptop doing something on her website. Her legs are stretched out in jeans cuffed at the ankles wearing a white t-shirt a fan sent to her a few years ago that says 'I PERVE BIANCA' in black letters (Whoever that fan is I'm eternally grateful!), and her reading glasses. Why does she have to be wearing that particular t-shirt at this particular time? I'll probably find it in shreds after I tell her what I should've told her as soon as I found out…
"Sure B, what's up?"
She pushes her frames up on top of her head keeping her long tresses off her face. She looks exquisite without a hint of makeup, a true natural beauty.
"What's going on?" She closes her laptop and places it on the coffee table.
I sit down on the couch facing her, leaning against her bent legs which are now sandwiched between me and the back cushions.
"I probably should've said something sooner," I'm fidgeting with my hands.
"Bianca, you're scaring me. What is it?" She asks worriedly.
"So," I look up at her, "my father has been dating someone sort of famous."
"Oh yeah," her eyes light up. "Who, who is it?" She sounds excited.
"It's someone whose daughter is quite famous." Shit. This isn't going to be easy.
"Really? Who is it? Come on B, who is he dating?"
I take her hands in mine, "My dad, well, he's dating," prepare yourself B, breathe in breathe out, "he's dating Tina Knowles."
She looks stunned! Oh shit! I knew it! It's too quiet! What is she going to do!
She sits up straight, "Your dad is dating Beyoncé's mom and you didn't feel the need to tell me!" She's fuming!
"It's not like that Shay." I feel so bad right now.
She folds her arms across her chest, "Oh really, then what is it like?"
She's so mad.
"I know how much you love Beyoncé and I was afraid you would burst at the seams needing to tell someone." That sounded pretty lame.
"So why now?" She seems to be coping with the news.
"Because they're making an official announcement about dating and I needed you to hear it from me first."
"How long B?"
"How long?"
"How long were they dating before you finally told me?" She practically dares me to answer.
"I guess a little less than six months."
"Six months!" She leaps from the couch glaring at me.
"Baby, I'm sorry, but I had to protect their privacy."
I want to stand up and be more eye level with her but I feel like that wouldn't be such a good idea right at the moment.
"Don't you dare baby me!"
Shit.
"That's a really big secret to have kept from me Bianca."
She's calling me Bianca, this definitely isn't good!
"I know. But I'm telling you now." As if that makes it all better!
"Yeah, only because your dad and Tina are going to make a formal announcement that they're dating!"
"I was going to tell you anyway," I say in a rather defeated sort of way.
"When? When they got married?!"
She's really pissed.
"It's too soon for that."
"God Bianca, your dad is dating Beyoncé's mother! My stomach is in knots! You know how much I admire her and how much I want to meet her yet you said nothing!"
She's not even looking at me.
"I know. And you will meet her I promise."
"Have you? Met Beyoncé?"
Now she's looking at me, staring me down actually.
I lose eye contact with her, "Yes."
"Shit Bianca! What else are you keeping from me!"
"Noth—"
But she storms off before I can even finish. I can hear her stomping up the stairs. I sink into the couch knowing how much this particular secret is affecting her. She pretty much idolizes Beyoncé. I knew this and I kept quiet. It was my choice. I just felt like that was one secret she wouldn't be able to keep to herself being around Ashley and Lucy. They would know she was harboring something and they would definitely get it out of her. I have to convince myself that I did the right thing by waiting to tell her. Now, she won't have to deal with the pressure of keeping it to herself. I just hope she'll realize that one day…
I busy myself downstairs giving her time to think about what I've told her before I quietly ascend the staircase to our room.
She's lying on the bed on her side. I know she hears me but she doesn't look at me. She's holding a Kleenex and her eyes are red from crying. I highly doubt it's because of what I told her, it's more like, because I chose not to tell her.
I crawl onto the bed wearing my usual hang around the house clothes, sweatpants and a tank top. I can be a real bum and my friends are always on me about that. Shay is a little bit on me about it too but only if we go out. She frowns upon my sweatpants and flip flop ensemble. I big spoon her resting my lips close to her ear. She doesn't flinch.
"I'm sorry baby. I should've told you."
She sniffles, "Yeah you should've."
"Do you forgive me?" I kiss her lightly.
"It's not about forgiving; it's that you didn't trust me enough to keep your dad's secret. You made the choice for me Bianca."
Still with the Bianca.
"I know. You're right. I should've trusted you and I'm sorry for that. I just know what Beyoncé does to you. I just felt that this would be a really hard secret for you to keep."
She rolls onto her back and I scooch over to give her some room, "But you didn't even give me the chance to keep it."
I honestly don't know what to say to her until this comes out, "So now what?"
"I don't know. Can you just let me be mad at you for a little while longer?"
I smile, "Yeah, baby, I can do that for you."
I kiss her sweetly on the lips then crawl off the bed, leaving her to be mad at me for a while. Let's just hope it's not for too long a while…
When I get downstairs, I notice the latest "Pretty Little Liars" script lying on the coffee table partially under her laptop. So, I grab my glasses out of my bag, yeah I'm blind as a bat! I pick up the script and make myself comfortable on the couch. The front of the packet reads, "Christmas Episode". This should be interesting so I breeze through it searching for Emily's scenes. There. I read the typed description. Ezra, Toby, Caleb and Paige dressed in red Santa boxers. The guys are shirtless and Paige is in a white tank top wearing a Santa hat. That should be me but it's whatever now. Oh my god! I can't believe I just thought that! Seriously, I'm a thirty-five year old woman; I cannot be going there ever! It is what it is and I've made peace with it.
I continue reading the script but that scene keeps playing over and over and over in my head. The only difference is I'm picturing me instead of Lindsey. And I'm picturing Shay's reaction to me. And then I have a lightbulb kind of moment. I smile playfully. I know exactly how to make this better…
I leave a note for Shay and take off to the store, yes, in my sweatpants and flip flops. I put a cap on my head low to avoid being recognized. I end up at a swanky little lingerie shop downtown and explain what I'm looking for. Since its only summer, they have nothing like that in stock. Now what do I do? Think B, think! And then I start wondering where PLL got them. That's it! I take out my phone and contact one of the PLL producers who I had a nice relationship with. I explain the situation and she's more than eager to help. She's nearby the studio and tells me to meet her there.
When I arrive outside the PLL studios she brings me to wardrobe. There they are! There are several sizes. I pick the smallest one and try it on, but still, it's a little big on me. So my accomplice brings in the waist and grabs a needle and starts sewing. In the meantime, unbeknownst to me, she has called in the cavalry…
"Bianca, you need your hair and makeup done to go with this little ensemble, don't you agree?"
I smile, "That would be nice."
And in through the door walks the fabulous hair and makeup gal from season one. She was finishing up on another lot nearby when my producer friend called her. I'm really happy to see her as she was a staunch supporter of Emaya. I had already showered this morning so I'm excited to get my hair and makeup done by a professional. I'm guided to the vanity mirrors and comfy chairs for my transformation. Straighteners and curling irons are heated up while I sit back and let her do her magic on my face. She evens out my skin tone adding blush, eye shadow, fake lashes, lastly a nude lip color, and now the hair. First straighten, and then add some waves throughout. And of course, spray it to death.
I look in the mirror thrilled with what she did for me. These are definitely people who I know support me in whatever I do. They never asked any questions about why I wanted to do this; they just wanted to be a part of making it happen for me. I smile at my reflection grateful for the wonderful people I met while I had the opportunity to be on this show. It makes me a bit emotional but I hold it in not wanting to mess up the great job they did on me.
So here I am in my sweatpants and flip flops all dolled up and I have to laugh at this image. I actually, selfie it! I hug my goodbyes to my accomplices thanking them profusely. Then I take the Santa boxers and head home to surprise my girl…
It's well after dinner by the time I get home, hours upon hours have gone by. I let myself in the door and place my keys on the table next to the staircase and call softly to Shay. I check the kitchen and the rooms downstairs but she's not there. I silently walk up the stairs and peek in to see if she has fallen asleep. She has, so, I go into the guestroom to change. I walk into the bathroom and wash my feet, I mean, I was wearing flip flops. I make sure my skin isn't ashy and where it is I smooth some moisturizer over me. Then I change into the boxers and a white tank top that I had at home and slip the Santa hat over the back of my head so my hair can show slightly over my forehead. The boxers fit perfectly! I look in the bathroom mirror checking my hair and makeup one last time before I go to her…
I know this isn't exactly going to make up for keeping my dad's relationship a secret but I hope it will show her that I love her so much that I would do anything to make it right. And this is just a little something sweet and romantic to get things moving in the right direction, a distraction so to speak. And I think she'll appreciate my effort.
I enter our room walking over to the nightstand on my side of the bed and select some music to filter through our Bose SoundLink mini speaker. It's "Down for You" by Alina Baraz and Ta-Ku. It's slow and sexy…
She stirs in bed. I quickly make my way to the doorway, leaning against it with my red Santa boxers and Santa hat waiting to surprise her. Only the glow from the bathroom nightlight fills the room, a low glimmer just bright enough for her to see me and what I'm wearing.
"Hey baby, are you feeling any better tonight?" I purr.
"Hmm," she sits up, wiping her eyes, attempting to focus.
"B?"
Finally, she's calling me B again!
"What are you wearing?" I can see a smile begin to form on her lips that she is desperately trying to hold back.
"It's an early Christmas gift," I saunter over to her, "I thought you should have an opportunity to see what Maya would've looked like in this outfit."
Now her smile stays and her mouth parts just a bit.
I stand at the end of the bed waiting for her to decide what happens next.
"How? When?"
"I saw the script and I called in a few favors over at PLL. They were only too happy to help."
"I bet. You definitely still have an army over there."
"They were essential in making this happen."
"You, you, I'm so mad at you. But, I can't be mad anymore. I love you too much to let this come between us."
"Sooo, then we're okay?"
She grabs her cell, gets on her knees on top of the bed and pulls her t-shirt up over her head, "Yeah, B, we're definitely okay."
Now I'm smiling. She takes a picture or ten.
"So, you found the script," she takes off her bra.
I lick my lips, "I did."
"I'm glad. I love that on you. And this image is all I'm going to see when we shoot that episode."
She tosses her phone behind her onto the pillows.
She unbuttons her jeans, slowly unzips and shimmies them down her thighs. I reach my hands onto her hips.
"You're so beautiful baby."
"No, B, it's you who are beautiful, flawless even."
My hands sneak under her panties squeezing her bare cheeks.
She mmm's in delight.
"Merry Early Christmas," I wink.
She inhales softly, "Merry Early Christmas, this is just what I wanted."
She cups my face in her hands kissing my lips fully and desirably.
"I love you baby."
"I love you too. And I'm done feeling sorry for myself. Love me B. Just love me."
"I will, baby, I will."
We get her jeans off so she can lie back onto the pillows. She traces her nipples with her fingertips, not taking her eyes off me. I crawl up onto the bed and wonder what I should do first.
So I give her a, "Ho, ho, ho!"
And we laugh. My belly shakes and so does hers along with a bounce in her chest. She resumes tantalizing herself but I want to do that. I need to do that.
I straddle her, sitting over her bikini line, "So are you on the naughty or nice list?"
"Right now," she props herself up with her arms extended behind her, "I'm thinking the very, very naughty list."
"Santa likes very, very naughty," my eyebrow pops.
Enough of that. It's time to be us. I grab the sides of her face kissing her openly and with unadulterated passion…
"Mmm, I love those shorts on you," she muffles through our kisses.
She slips my tank up over my head and slings it across the room. I didn't waste time putting on a bra that I knew would be coming off shortly. I lie on top of her, bare breasts on bare breasts. Her hands sliding all over my shorts, I guess she really does love them; I smile against her smooth tanned skin.
"Maybe I'll just leave them on."
"Maybe you should take them off for a while and then put them back on."
I lift my head to look into her eyes, "I think that's exactly what I'll do," I wink and bite my lower lip which shifts Shay into another gear…
A few hours later…
I'm lying naked on my stomach with Shay lying naked next to me with her torso draped over me. Her hand rests on my shoulder while her fingertips graze my neck. Her nose nuzzles my earlobe and I can feel her breathe tickle the curve of my neck. I 'mmm' into my pillow that I'm clutching beneath me…
Then I hear a soft voice ask, "So, when do I get to meet Beyoncé?"
I smile against the pillow, still with my eyes closed, "I have no idea but I'll make it happen at some point."
"I wish I knew when 'at some point' would be."
Now I feel light kisses flutter against my neck and shoulders.
"Let's just say I know exactly what to get you for Christmas."
"That would be the most amazing gift ever."
Now I feel tiny nibbles on my earlobe, neck, shoulders…
"Shay, I don't think I could go another round with you tonight."
"It's okay B; I'll do all the work."
I 'mmm' again as her lips travel down my spine to the top of my crease, kissing lower and lower. My legs open wider giving her full access, letting her do whatever it is her heart desires.
Merry Early Christmas!
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To Be Continued…
I'm trying to pull out anything I can remember about PLL and their personal lives. I'm more familiar with Bianca then with Shay so if you have any insight please share!
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Thank you! ;)