"Bianshay by Request"
For those of you who don't read my profile page, I had a pretty major surgery and I am now in recovery. I've been in severe pain for months and that's why I'm barely updating. I have just recently been able to sit down. And I still can't sit up in my bed to use my laptop. I'm sort of half lying down half sitting up but regardless I'm going to try and update this for you. ;)
Rated M for Mature Content.
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BIANCA POV
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!
Chapter 40: So, When Are We Getting Married?
December 2014
Shay POV
I'm lying on the couch leaning against the pillows, propped up against its arm with my legs extended, looking at scripts since I'm done shooting for the season. I have a few months off while Bianca seems busier than ever. She's getting calls about some TV shows that film in Vancouver so if she takes any of them, once again, our wedding will be put on hold. At this rate, we might as well wait until the Fall of 2017 like we originally planned. Pretty Little Liars will be done filming forever and I'll definitely be taking time off at that point. But to be honest I really want to do this sooner. I want to be Bianca's wife more than anything I've ever wanted in my life. Even meeting Beyoncé comes in second, a close second but still second, I smile widely…
"What are you all happy about?" Bianca asks as she walks in on me smiling to myself.
I throw my scripts onto the coffee table, "You."
Her eyebrow cocks.
I then add, "And Beyoncé."
She sighs, "I promise, you'll meet her."
"I know. But I'm more smiling about us."
She sits on the edge of the couch with her arm resting on top of the back cushions looking directly at me.
"So, what about us?" She squeezes my hand with her free one.
"Well, I thought we were going to move our wedding date up. But it seems like our schedules and other things are keeping us from planning anything."
"Are you upset by this?"
I caress her hand and lace our fingers, "No. I just want to be married to you sooner rather than later."
"I'd like that too but…"
"But what?" I give her a look full of concern.
"I just got a call to be a part of the cast in a show called 'Rogue'. It's so different from anything I've ever done so I said yes. It stars Thandie Newton and yeah it films in Vancouver."
"I'm not surprised they want you," I smile. "And I knew you were looking at scripts that filmed there so, I guess, I'm just wondering how that will affect an earlier wedding date?"
She sighs again, "I start filming in February."
I pull my hands away, "February!"
"Shay, you knew it was coming."
"Yeah but then I have to go back to filming in March and I'm not done until the end of August. So when the hell are we going to be doing this?" I cross my arms in disappointment.
"Well, we could do the Fall of 2015 or we could wait until you're done with PLL."
"Shit Bianca, that's like forever away and how are we supposed to plan anything for next fall when you'll be in another country?" I scoot down on the couch so I'm mostly on my back looking at the ceiling.
"Baby, I don't know what to tell you except that if we want to do this right I think we should wait. You'll be done filming in 2016 so we could plan something really incredible when we can both be present to do it."
I shift my eyes to her direction, "Why do you always have to make sense. I suppose I can wait only because I want our wedding to be exactly what we want and not something we just throw together last minute."
"Agreed. So, now can we talk about something else?"
She takes my hand in hers bringing it to her lips, kissing my palm, holding it against her cheek. She's being so gentle yet still I get tingles all over my body.
"Like what?"
She brings my hand to her lap, "Christmas."
I smile because now I'm intrigued, "Do you have something in mind for Christmas?"
"As a matter of fact I do."
Now she has my attention. I sit up to hear her thoughts.
"Bianca, what do you have in mind?"
"Well, I have it on good authority that Beyoncé and Jay Z, will be in New York City Christmas week." I perk up. What is she going to say! "So, I thought you and I could go too. We could visit Rockefeller Center to see the tree and ice skate in Central Park. And…"
"Meet Beyoncé!" I wrap my arms around her neck, "Please B, please introduce me!"
She laughs, "That was the point of the trip."
B pulls my arms away from her gently while assisting my back into a lying down position. She straddles me, lowering her body on top of me.
"We already have dinner reservations for Monday night."
"What! That's next week!"
"Shhh baby, we have plenty of time. We're not leaving until Friday."
"Friday! That's in two days! Bianca, I have to start packing now! Oh my god, I'm so nervous. What do I wear to meet her! Please Bianca, l have to search through my closet for something to wear!"
"Slow down. Shay, why don't we just chill out for a little while," she leaves soft kisses against my neck. "And when we get to New York you can go shopping and buy something to wear to dinner."
My eyes widen, "That's sounds perfect but I still have to pack," I try to get away but B won't let me.
"Baby, we have plenty of time," she breathes against my ear while her hand sneaks between my legs. "This would've been a lot easier if you were naked like you like to be around the house."
"Bianca! I'm not always naked."
"Mostly," she kisses against my lips to keep me from responding. "Shay, the trip is set. We're staying in the same hotel…"
"Same hotel! B, now I'm even more nervous! What if we run into each other before dinner?"
Her lips caress my cheek while her fingers rub against my yoga pants amping me up, "Then we say hello."
"Bianca! This is serious."
She stops kissing me honing in on my attention with her eyes, "So, is this." And she rubs me harder and I start breathing heavier.
"But it's Beyoncé," I say softly.
"And Beyoncé isn't here right now. I am," she smiles as my pussy betrays me as well as the moans from my lips.
"Fuck," I say with spellbound eyes.
"It's called redirect," she says suckling my earlobe.
"I do make you redirect more than you should have to, don't I."
"Believe me baby, I don't mind one bit."
"Mmmm," I give her fingers an assist with a gentle thrust.
"That's it baby, feel me."
I snatch her lips openly and forcefully as she distracts me from all things Beyoncé. The kiss heats up as the clothes come off. She lies atop my naked body. Her fingers plunge into me while our kisses get wild with tongues and teeth licking and biting.
I guess talking about Beyoncé makes for great foreplay!
Oh god I'm gonna cum so hard! And I do, juicing all over Bianca's hand and her thigh! And while my back arches, her lips leave mine, settling perfectly over my pussy, licking and sucking me into euphoria!
She slips between me and the couch. My back is to her as her hand reaches around me to cup my breast. She massages me as I reach behind me grabbing the hair on the back of her head guiding her lips against mine.
Then her lips sneak over my ear and with a very breathy whisper she says, "Now you can pack."
My head tilts back giggling, "God I love you B."
She smiles, "I love you too baby."
And though I'm anxious to pack, I'm more anxious to make more love with my beautiful, beautiful fiancé…
Monday morning on December 22, 2014.
Bianca POV
Our hotel suite looks like a bomb went off with clothes everywhere because Shay couldn't decide on what to wear to dinner to meet Beyoncé. I think I'm covered with a rejected dress instead of a blanket. I rub the sleepies out of the corners of my eyes then prop myself up on my elbows looking around the room for Shay who is not in bed with me.
"Baby, where are you?"
"I'm here."
"Here where?"
She shuffles into the bedroom, "I have nothing to wear Bianca."
I grab the dress covering me, "You have more than enough." I let the dress go, "Just pick something."
"I can't just pick something; it has to be the something."
"Beyoncé isn't being introduced to your outfit; she's being introduced to you. She doesn't care what you're wearing," I caress her cheek with the back of my hand.
"But I care."
I can't help rolling my eyes and she catches me.
"Bianca, you know what she means to me. I'm super nervous and I don't want to fuck this up."
"Baby, you won't, I won't let you, I promise."
She smiles slightly.
"Finally, my first smile this weekend!"
"B, that's not fair."
I sigh, something I find myself doing a lot of lately, "Throw me that robe and I'll help you decide."
Now she's really smiling.
"I love you B."
"Yeah, yeah, I know."
I slip into the plush robe while scanning the room for something to pop out at me but I just don't see anything. It's all too polished. She needs something feminine yet bold. I'll know when I see it.
I pick up a pair of black leather calf-length boots off the floor, "These."
"Really?"
"Trust me."
I then choose a pair of skinny black knit pants from the back of the couch.
"And these."
"Okay."
I walk around to the wing backed chair, "With this shirt."
It's a black long sleeve, warm enough to wear this time of year. It has an open crew neck that will look stunning on Shay.
"And lastly, wear this leather jacket to bring the whole outfit together. It's short, it's hip, it's you."
"It's not too casual?"
"Nah, it's perfect. It shows you're not going out of your way to impress her," I look around the suite shaking my head, "She'll appreciate that."
"B?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you ya know."
"Well, you're gonna have to prove it."
"What? How?"
"By picking up all these clothes. I would rather not use a dress to sleep under tonight," I wink just to make sure she realizes I'm kidding.
She puts the outfit I picked out for her on the only empty spot in the room and then saunters over to me.
"What are ya doing?"
She grabs my bathrobe tie yanking me towards her.
"I really do love you."
She kisses me with a flutter across my lips, which turns into a passionate expression of want and desire. Her tongue seduces my mouth into an instrument of pleasure while my hands ride over her breasts squeezing her into a woman who knows what she wants, distracting her from her icon. Once again, utilizing the redirect…
After rolling around in the sheets for the rest of the morning, her face is stricken with panic.
"B, I'm not going to be ready in time. Why did we do that?"
"Because it was fun and hot and sexy."
She looks at me with those furrowed brows of hers.
"Well, I liked it."
Her furrow relaxes, "I did too. I'm sorry B. It was amazing. But can you help me clean up now so we can start getting ready?"
I lean over kissing her lips tenderly, "Yeah we can do that. I love you baby."
"I love you."
We pick up all the clothes that were strewn across the floor and order room service so we're not faint from starvation before dinner. Afterwards, while she showers I pick out something to wear. I choose wide bottom black pants and pumps with a blousy white button down and a black wool coat to keep me warm.
Now that that's settled there's a knock on the door. But this time it's my eyebrows that are furrowed because I have no idea who it could be.
I recognize the faces on the other side of the door so I let them in. They've done Shay's hair and makeup before. I can't believe she's being so crazy about this but it's whatever now. If she wants to look like a supermodel then more power to her.
She exits the bathroom in a plush hotel robe greeting her entourage with hugs and air kisses. So while Shay beauties up, I take my shower. The hot water against my body feels refreshing and relaxing. I just keep telling myself she'll be okay, I won't let her blow it. I giggle to myself and finish up.
When I come out her makeup is done. She looks gorgeous, fake lashes and all. She went with a heavy eyeliner look and nude lips. I think that was a good choice, neutral lips are less intimidating and Beyoncé is kinda shy anyway when she's not on stage.
"You look beautiful baby."
"Thanks B."
"Now I feel like I should get my face done too."
"I'd love to," her makeup artist interjects.
"If you're sure."
"It would be my pleasure," she says.
"Well then I guess it's my turn."
So while I have my makeup done Shay has her hair blown out. She has a gorgeous mane that flows generously down her back.
I too choose a nude lipstick though I do like my red. It's a safe color, one that won't take away from Shay's moment.
I do a heavy eye as well with long lashes for my trademark eye sexing. I laugh to myself.
I also utilize her hair guy while she gets dressed. I choose to go pin straight. It will be a nice compliment to Shay's waves.
Now that the entourage has left I get dressed. Shay is pouring drinks to help with her nerves. I just hope she doesn't pour too much.
"Hey, Shay, I'm ready," I walk into the suite.
She hands me a drink and we clink glasses, "To Beyoncé." We sip. "I'm so nervous. I can't believe this is happening."
"Well, it is, so enjoy it. You're gonna be fine, okay?"
"Okay."
I can see the panic spread across her face, "Don't worry, I'll hold your hand."
I then kiss her on the cheek.
"Should we get going?"
"Yeah, but let's walk. The cold air will do you good and maybe you can walk off some of that tension you're carrying."
She smiles shyly, "You are way too good for me."
"Finally we agree on something!" I laugh.
"Bianca!" Ah, finally she laughs too!
We walk arm and arm at a quickened pace. There are passersby who recognize us and we comply with a few pictures and autographs. We then continue on our way to meet Beyoncé. I can't help smiling to myself because I know how happy this is going to make her. She's like a little kid in a candy store, so wide eyed with innocence.
I point across the street, "We're almost there."
I can feel the huge breath she inhales and I can see the huge breath she expels. I give her a reassuring squeeze and before you know it we're in the restaurant. Shortly thereafter, we can hear a major commotion behind us with cameras flashing. It must be her…
It is.
Beyoncé walks slightly ahead of her husband. He has on light jeans with a light gray sweater and partly laced Timberland boots. She looks stunning in a pink pant suit with a black and white camisole underneath and black pumps with her curls tied back off of her face.
"Bianca I feel underdressed," Shay says nervously.
"Baby, you look fine. You're perfect. Trust me."
"Bianca," she welcomes me with open arms as does Jay.
"Hey, so this is my girlfriend, well finance now, Shay. Shay this is Jay and Beyoncé."
Shay is frozen into silence until Beyoncé extends a hand. I nudge Shay who quickly snaps out of it by taking her hand and saying, "It's so nice to meet you. I'm a huge fan."
"Thank you, that's sweet," she tries taking her hand back from Shay who I need to nudge again so she'll let go of it.
"It's nice meeting you too," she turns to Jay giving him a slight wave. He nods with a smile.
Thankfully a hostess seats us helping to avoid any unnecessary awkwardness. Once she takes our drink order Beyoncé starts the conversation.
"So, how did this all happen?" She's referring to Shay and I.
"It's not like anything we were looking for. It just felt right. I'm happy," I look at Shay kissing her sweetly on the cheek making her blush.
I can see an 'aww' expression on Beyoncé's face which shows her acceptance of our coupledom.
"I'm happy too," Shay says blushingly.
"So are we," Beyoncé says with a squeeze of her husband's hand.
"Great we're all happy," Jay quips. "Now that that's out of the way who do you think's gonna get married first, you two or," he looks at me and Beyoncé, "your parents."
"I'm gonna have to go with the parents," I say.
"Why?" Beyoncé asks.
"Well, I have to be in Vancouver for February to shoot a TV show and Shay starts filming the last season of Pretty Little Liars in March. We just don't have the time to plan."
"Hire people," Jay jumps in.
Shay and I look at each other, "We'd kinda like to do it together."
"Aww, you two are so cute!" Beyoncé smiles and then sips her drink. "So Shay, Bianca tells me you're a great dancer."
Shay chokes on her drink, "She did? I'm okay."
"Just okay? Cuz she said it was a dream of yours to be one of my background dancers."
Shay's eyes open so wide it looks like her eyeballs might spill out!
She clears her throat, "I admire you so much. It was just something I said that I didn't expect Bianca to repeat out loud," she nudges me. Kinda hard too!
"Well, if you change your mind let me know. I'd love to give you that dream."
Shay smiles from ear to ear, "Thank you. I will definitely let you know."
I wink in her direction causing more blushing and endless smiling!
Dinner goes on without a hitch as well as the conversation. We're all talking and smiling and laughing especially my Shay.
At the end of the night we hug our goodbyes and walk silently back to the hotel. We slip into our suite and with the lights off Shay grabs me swaying back and forth. She holds me close dancing in the dark to the beat of her singing heart.
"I will never forget this night. And I will always love you B. You are without a doubt the love of my life."
We kiss.
"I love you. I'm so glad you're nerves settled down and that you'll be dancing behind your Beyoncé."
"I never agreed to that."
"But something tells me you will do whatever it takes to be right there on stage with her and I applaud you for that."
"You have some dancing experience in your repertoire of work ya know so I think you'll be helping me achieve that goal."
"I will?"
"Won't you?"
"Whatever it takes. I love you."
"I love you."
Kiss…
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To Be Continued…
I hope you enjoyed it!
Thanks, as always, for reading and for supporting Emaya Fanfiction!
I googled where Beyoncé was in December 2014. That's why they went to NYC and that's why Beyoncé and Jay Z wore what they wore in the story!
I need to rest now ;)